Seize the Night {HoN Fanfic./Some Greek Mythology}

Seriously Mennie,
The House of Night isn't that bad. It isn't scary like everyone says it is!
Its actually pretty cool and its NOT a cult.
We should make plans soon. Do you feel like going out on Friday night?
Let me know.

Cherise~

Menyara cringed as she read the quick note her friend had scrawled off and mailed to her. It had been two months since Cherise had been marked. And she still missed her. But her feelings were still the same. The House of Night was sketchy. The WHOLE idea of it was insane. Vampires? What was next?

She closed her locker door and walked slowly down the hall towards her sixth period. This had been the class she had with Cherise when the tracker had come for her. The memory still made her want to cry. Not because they had taken her friend, but because she had been terrified. Those monsters had converted her right in front of her eyes.
They would never be anything but to her. Monsters.
And nothing Cherise or anyone elsewhere could say or to, to change her mind.

Mennie made her way to her car after school. She parked in the teacher's parking lot so no one had to look at her and know that she was the girl with the vampire best friend.
She didn't like any sort of extra attention, and yet she always received it.
She climbed into her '97 ice blue, Dodge Ram and brought it to life. The sooner she got out of this place the better.
By this time, most of the students had left; it was a Friday night and they had other plans to see to. She didn't. Her plans were to get home, do her homework and eat Cheese Whiz and Ritz. That was about it.

The drive home was filled with emotions that she couldn't quite place. She found herself wondering about Cherise and the other vampires. Could they be capable of good?
"Stop it, Mennie!" She snapped to herself. Of course they couldn't.

With a sigh of relief she pulled into her driveway and turned off her engine.
But there was another car there. Confused, she grabbed her bag and headed towards her house. "Mom?" She called, as she opened the front door to their small bungalow. It was just her and her mother, her father had never been in the picture.
"In here, Mennie!" Her voice came from the office upstairs.
Putting her bag down on the coffee table, Mennie cautiously walked up the stairs to find her mother with a man. Not just any man. This man could be a model for Abercrombie and Fitch. He stood at about six-foot-seven; dwarfing her mother who only stood at five two, his hair was black and it hung down his shoulders. But that wasn't what caught her interest. His eyes were a solid blue that should have been illegal. The man was sex on a stick.
"Mom?" Mennie's dazed voice asked quietly. "Umm who is this?" She tried to clear her thoughts as she broke her stare.
"This is Lysias, he's going to be doing the carpentry work on the house."
"Oh." Mennie said as she looked at him again. "Lysias," the word was foreign to her. "Where is that from?"
He chuckled lightly in this throat as he strode towards her. "Its Greek." He held out his hand to her, "Its a pleasure to meet you."
It certainly was something.
"Umm you too," She said breathlessly. He hands were calloused and she could feel the tendons flex as his hand bent to shake hers, gently. This man was strong. This man had power.
"Wh--what does it mean?" She asked as he broke contact and she was able to sort out her thoughts.
Lysias grabbed his toolbox that he had put on the floor and started leaving the room. "It means, Destroyer."

Menyara couldn't help but think about Lysias, hours after he had left their house. He seemed so out of place in her home. Like he belonged from another world. He was something else entirely.
She thought about writing to Cherise about him. But she knew how that would go. Cherise would ask all kinds of questions and think they were dating. And since they weren't anything it would be pointless.
Cherise had changed. Maybe they weren't even friends anymore. How could someone be friends with a teenaged vampire, anyway?

Mennie's thoughts were interrupted when her mother knocked on her door and opened it a crack. "Hi," She said as she came into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Hi?" Mennie wrinkled her nose at her mother as she stared at her.
Her mother never acted this strange around her unless there was something big attached. "So what do you think of him?"
Him. Lysias. The man who had a body that she wanted to nibble on until her lips were swollen from it...
"He seems nice. I've never met a Greek before. Especially one around here."
"He moved over here when he was younger, with his family."
Mennie raised an eyebrow at her mother, "You asked his family history?"
"No, we talked before I hired him to work in the house. Its a very important thing to make your employees feel comfortable in the working environment."
She had to keep from snorting at that remark. Her mother was forever trying to sway her into the business behavior. "So when is he coming back?"
"Tomorrow evening. He prefers to work late in the afternoons."
"Is there any reason for that?" She pressed. Since her mother seemed so interested and all. Of course, who wouldn't be interested in that?
"I assume he has other clients."
Mennie closed her Chemistry book that she had been staring at for the last hour. "Mom, did you come up here just to ask me what I thought of him?"
Her mother came and sat on her bed and put her hand over hers. "I know you don't like anyone else here so I thought I would ask you about it."
"I'm fine." Mennie pulled her hand away and stood up. "I have a lot of homework to do, can we talk about this in the morning?"
"Sure, honey." Her mother grimaced as she headed towards the door. "You know Mennie, they aren't all going to be like--"
"I get it mom!" Mennie winced as she heard the venom in her voice.
"Okay well I'll see you in the morning. I love you, Menyara."
Mennie looked away and didn't answer. After a few seconds of silence, her mother nodded and gently pulled the door closed behind her.