"You have to calm down. I mean it, Is. It's over, done with. You've got enough stress. Don't put any more on you." Bella, my friend, was trying to tell me. We were talking about that night. The one that happened two months ago. The one that I was still having night mares about. "I mean, you have to deal with your step-father and you're sick. Oh, by the way, you really need to find out why you're sick."

"It's nothing, probably a cold."

"A cold where you puke like every hour of the day? Yeah right."

"I'm seri-" I was cut off by yet another coughing fit. I've been coughing for about a week. I've been vomiting for a month. I really hope it's the cold, or maybe the flu.

"You should really fi-" She cut herself off and her eyes got huge. She was staring over my shoulder. I turned around to see what she was looking at. That's when I saw him.

He was tall and pretty handsome. He had black hair with blue eyes. Surrounding his eyes and face were sapphire blue tattoos. Tattoos meant only one thing, he was a vampyre.

He raised his hand and on it was an intricate tattoo. That made him a tracker. Great. This is exactly what I needed now.

At least this explains the coughing, but what about the vomiting?

"Isabell Sharp! 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!"

All of a sudden, there was this great pain that started in the middle of my forehead and spiraled to the rest of my head. The last thing I remember is Bella screaming, but what was she screaming? I didn't know.


"Issie!" A girl with light brown hair screamed. She knelt down next to Isabell. After a minute she looked up at me. "You have to stay with her. You have to make sure she gets there. Please." Her eyes looked sad.

"Why?" I asked without thinking. This was going to be the least person I mark. Ever.

"Just, please."

I agreed. She grabbed her stuff and went outside. I sighed. Why did I do that? I can run and go back to the life I had to give up because I was marked to be a tracker and ruin people's life. I was so busy trying to figure out why I said yes, that I barely realized that Isabell was starting to wake. This was my last chance to leave. As her eyes fluttered open, I made my decision.