Threats- A House of Night story

Mmmkay guyz~ First story I put here so kinda nervous about it. I need critiscm o.o PLEASE. I know there are some things that can be better! But anyway~ This is a House of Night fanfic :3 woot woot! But it's taking place in a different one, where weird/bad things also start to happen! Mmm..I have four chapters so far but you know, testing this out first~ Okay, please enjoy! :D (pwease...)

Today seemed to be the best and worst day of my life. I was practically coughing up a lung as I walked up the steps to my house. I shakily sat down on the last step, rubbing my temple from the growing headache. It felt like my head was going to explode. As the sun began to set, a weird thing happened. My eyesight started to get blurry. Feeling dizzier than before, I laid down on my side on the step as a man with a sapphire crescent tattoo on his forehead suddenly appeared before me. Blinking up at him, I tried seeing him clearly but the only thing that wasn’t blurry was that stupid tattoo that had additional spiral-y ones stretching down to his cheekbones.

With a raised hand and in a deep voice that sounded more like a spell said,” Cristin Gutierrez! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!”  

Suddenly a shock went throughout my body and stayed in the middle of my forehead, burning slightly. Opening my eyes after the weird sensation, the man, who I now remembered was named a Tracker, was gone. Sitting up slowly I rubbed my forehead, groaning in annoyance. I’ve only lived here about a month and this happens? Shaking my head, I stood up on wobbly knees, grabbing onto the rail of the steps. Once the world stopped spinning, I took it as a sign that it was safe to reach my doorstep. Walking into my house, I stepped into the hallway and stopped in front of the mirror perched on the wall. I squinted at me that I believed wasn’t really me in the reflection and blinked a couple of times, sweeping my blue hair away from my forehead to see a mark similar to the Tracker’s. Only mine wasn’t filled in…and it was...black?

What the kanoodles? Was I supposed to be freaked out about this? Weirdly I wasn’t scared at all or panicking. Got to go with the flow. Nodding at myself, I thought it didn’t look so bad but wait that meant I was a vampyre…didn’t it? No! It meant I was a fledgling….same difference. The Tracker said something about a House of Night. Right! I remembered now from all those stories in school about the vampyres, I suppose I have to go there. Or I die, wonderful…I remember my history teacher saying something about the Change, how fledglings either reject it and die or go through with it and become an actual vampyre. That seemed pretty tricky but at least my headache went away and coughing lessened (not that that makes dying any better).

Jogging up the stairs to my room, I dropped my backpack on the side of my bed and grabbed clothes and other objects to take with me and dropping them into a suitcase. As I packed, I had time to think and I realized I didn’t know how the fledglings were like. It’s a new school all over again in just a month. What a bummer. Would they like me? Would they think I’m a freak because my Mark was a different color? But I heard there were red Marks now too…maybe their Goddess decided to be colorful. Would she be my goddess now? Mmm…rainbow vamps! I hope that doesn’t mean everyone’s gay. Not that I have anything wrong with people like that but still.

With a sigh I closed up the suitcase and grabbed my backpack which I filled with more things to take with me. Walking down the stairs, I thought of how lucky I was that my parents were off on business trips. Knowing my mom, she’d freak entirely and possibly faint and cause a scene and blah blah. Stopping at the kitchen, I grabbed a sharpie and note paper, scribbling down where I would be. I didn’t feel like calling them would be the best idea.

Opening the door I slid my bags out onto the porch. Grabbing my keys from my front pocket I clicked on the unlock button to my electric blue Charger, thankful that I had a car and didn’t have to walk around lost with luggage. I found that driving downtown wasn’t so bad. I haven’t really gotten the chance to tour Flagstaff but now that I think of it…will I get to? I haven’t seen any vampyres/ fledglings during the time I’ve been here. That sounded really depressing. Being stuck in a school the entire four years? If you lived, that sounded even more depressing. Being so racked up in my thoughts I almost missed the turn to the school assuming I was right. Hesitating at the gate, I wondered if there was a bell or something but once I finished thinking that, the gates opened. Oh well, saves me from getting out too soon.