Marked

Odd.
    Who spoke?
    The little corn ear,
    High on top of the stalk…
    My grandma's song continued and I curled up on my side, sighing as I rubbed my cheek against the soft pillow. Unfortunately, moving my head caused an ugly pain to shoot through my temples, and like a bullet through a pane of glass, it shattered my happy feeling as the memory of the last day overwhelmed me.
    I was turning into a vampyre.
    I had run away from home.
    I'd had an accident and then some kind of weird near-death experience.
    I was turning into a vampyre. Oh my God.
    Man, my head hurt.
    "Zoeybird! Are you awake, baby?”
    I blinked my blurry eyes clear to see Grandma Redbird sitting on a little chair close beside my bed.
    "Grandma!" I croaked and reached for her hand. My voice sounded as terrible as my head felt. "What happened? Where am I?"
    "You're safe, Little Bird. You're safe.”
    "My head hurts." I reached up and felt the place on my head that was tight and sore, and my fingers found the prick of stitches.
    "It should. You scared ten years of my life from me." Grandma rubbed the back of my hand gently. "All that blood…" She shuddered, and then shook her head and smiled at me. "How about you promise not to do that again?”
    "Promise," I said. "So, you found me….”
    "Bloody and unconscious, Little Bird.” Grandma brushed the hair back from my forehead, her fingers lingering lightly on my Mark. "And so pale that your dark crescent seemed to glow against your skin. I knew you needed to be taken back to the House of Night, which is exactly what I did." She chuckled and the mischievous sparkle in her eyes made her look like a little girl. "I called your mother to tell her that I was returning you to the House of Night, and I had to pretend that my cell phone cut out so I could hang up on her. I'm afraid she's not happy with either of us.”
    I grinned back at Grandma Redbird. Hee hee, Mom was mad at her, too.
    "But, Zoey, whatever were you doing out during the daylight? And why didn't you tell me earlier that you had been Marked?”
    I struggled to sit up, grunting at the pain in my head. But, thankfully, it seemed I'd stopped coughing. Must be because I'm finally really here―at the House of Night… But the thought disappeared as my mind processed all of what Grandma had said.
    "Wait, I couldn't have told you any earlier. The Tracker came to school today and Marked me. I went home first. I really hoped Mom would understand and take my side." I paused, remembering again the awful scene with my parents. In total understanding, Grandma squeezed my hand. "She and John basically locked me in my room while they called our shrink and started the prayer tree.”
    Grandma grimaced.
    "So I crawled out my window and came straight to you,” I concluded.
    "I'm glad you did, Zoeybird, but it just doesn't make any sense.”
    "I know,” I sighed. "I can't believe I got Marked, either. Why me?”
    "That's not what I mean, baby. I'm not surprised you were Tracked and Marked. The Redbird blood has always held strong magic; it was only a matter of time before one of us was Chosen. What I mean is that it makes no sense that you were just Marked. The crescent isn't an outline. It's completely filled in.”
    "That's impossible!”
    "Look for yourself, U-we-tsi a-ge-hu-tsa." She used the Cherokee word for daughter, suddenly reminding me very much of a mysterious, ancient goddess.
    Grandma searched through her purse for the antique silver compact she always carried. Without saying anything else, she handed it to me. I pushed the little clasp. It popped open to show me my reflection…the familiar stranger…the me who wasn't quite me. Her eyes were huge and her skin was too white, but I barely noticed that. It was the Mark that I couldn't quit staring at, the Mark that was now a completed crescent moon, filled in perfectly with the distinctive sapphire blue of the vampyre tattoo. Feeling like I was still moving through a dream, I reached up and let my fingers trace the exotic-looking Mark and I seemed to feel the Goddess's lips against my skin again.
    "What does it mean?" I said, unable to look away from the Mark.
    "We were hoping you would have an answer to that question, Zoey Redbird.”
    Her voice was amazing. Even before I looked up from my reflection I knew she would be unique and incredible. I was right. She was movie-star beautiful, Barbie beautiful. I'd never seen anyone up close who was so perfect. She had huge, almond-shaped eyes that were a