A/n .......This is my first fanfic but not my first story so yay!!!!!!!
Disclaimer....
Me: -Runs around in circles yelling to the sky that bunnies are stealing my tacos.-
Becca: "Uhm.....Libbi??"
Me: -Stops running and looks at her.-
Becca: -Holds up hand ignoring Libbi.- "wwhat she means is she doesn't own anything."
Me:-Gives her a sad pouty look.- "Even the tacos?"
Becca:-Sighs shaking head.- "Yes. Even the tacos. But what she *does* own, are the Original Characters scattered within this story."
CHAPTER
*1*
"Better days."
CPOV
After what had happened in the attic I avoided Derek the rest of the day. I was up in what I had claimed as my room, sitting on the bed, looking down at the new gash I had on my arm. I sighed and fell back on the bed with an 'oomph'. I pulled a pillow to my face and screamed. Ugh! Why couldn't I just catch a break? Why couldn't some other 15 year old girl be in my place!? This was so unfair. I sighed again and rolled onto my side. I was drifting to sleep when I heard my door squeak and Simon tell me that Andrew wanted eveyone to come downstairs.
"Do you want me to stay and wait for you or..." Simon asked, his words trailing off.
"No I'm good I'll uhmm, b-be down in a s-sec." I answered.
I waited to hear the door close before I stood and walked over to the full length mirrior on the empty closet's door. I looked like death. My skin was pale and the girl that stood in front of me didnt look like the, "Old me." (Before the Edison group had ruined my life.) My hair still had the cheap black hair dye in it but thankfully it had faded a little when I took a shower. My face still had traces of scrapes and bruises from last week, and to make it all worse I was still wearing the polyester sweats Derek had grabbed for me out of the boy's section. Turning away from the mirror with a scowl I left and made my way downstairs.
I wasn't really sure what to expect, but I knew that what awaited me definitely wasn't it. The group of unfamiliar faces all turned towards me as I walked into the room. I scanned them and found Derek, giving him a 'What the heck?', look but he just shrugged his broad sholders and leaned against the wall near the window. He was probably thinking that if all went wrong he would break the window and run like the hounds of Hell were on his tail. I giggled thinking of how ironic that was. It made me think of the field and his partial change. I blushed and went to sit next to Simon who was on the couch, pointedly ignoring Tori even though for once she was actually being quiet. I frowned and looked up to see Andrew walking into the room with an arua of power. Everyone quieted and waited, clearly I wasn't the only one confused.
Andrew had changed since I saw him this morning, his hair was damp from a recent shower and his clothes were clean. 'Man, I wish I at least had a different shirt to wear.' I scrunched up my nose and bit back the jealousy. Andrew stood in front of the group and put on a smile that looked forced, he looked nervous as he cleared his throat before speaking.
"Chloe, Derek, Tori, and Simon, as I said before we would be arriving to a safe house that I hadn't been to in awhile, but this morning after having cleaned up the mess I was ambushed by everyone in this room." He cleared his throat again. "It took some but I finaly convinced them that we weren't part of the Edison group." There was a snicker and a cute guy in the corner made a comment about a six year old having taken pity on him. Andrew ignored it and continued on. "So, uhm, I guess we have house guests who also are on the run." With that done he stood there awkwardly not really knowing what to do.
A girl about 18 stood up and cleared her throat. At her side she snapped her fingers in a near A.D.D. fashion and between her fingers a flame jumped back and forth. It made me think of Rae. The flame part, not the A.D.D. Opening her mouth to speak I saw her deep green eyes flash around the room like the flickering fire that as it appeared she was creating without a thought. "I've been doing this a long time.. running that is." She tilted her head to the side and her choppy red hair followed the movement. "My names Rebecca, and I'm a pyrotechnic. I'm the oldest here, besides the old man of course." She jerked the thumb of her other hand in Andrew's direction. "And I've been at this safe house since I escaped.." She swallowed somewhat heavily, everyone around me glanced at the floor, we all knew who she had escaped from. She didn't have to say it.
Moving on she gestured to the four others that I hadn't recognized when I had come downstairs. "After I came here they began appearing in twos." The light way she teased made me frown, like she just accepted the situation she was thrown in so well, that she could poke fun in the tension. Maybe I just didn't like optimism when I myself could only curse fate. "The two lovebirds over there are Reanna and Chris. Reanna's the babe with the blue eyes and curly brown hair." Rebecca winked, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable and confused, hadn't she just introduced them as lovers. The girl she was talking about glared and seemed to be reading between the lines so to speak. My confusion lessened a little at the pyro's next words. "She reads minds."
'Ahh...' I thought. It was just a way to torture the poor girl. I flashed Reanna a sympathetic look, hoping I wasn't being too forward. My eyes moved to the boy that seemed to be wrapped around her and I grudgingly looked to Rebecca for information. "That's Chris, he's Reanna's pet, as well as psychic." I leaned back in the couch slightly... wow. I'd never met someone that could see the future. Reanna glanced my way, I took it as a warning. Something told me she was a bit protective. She nodded and suddenly I rememberd she could read my mind. I blushed.
Having been momentarily distracted I jumped slightly when Rebecca clapped her hands together, flames dancing across her fingers. "And the two other weirdo's here are Caleb, our resident tall dark and handsome mystery man. He's psychic too. And that girl!" Her voice raised an octive as she gestured towards a girl that was my height with dark curly hair and the same green eyes as Rebecca herself. "That's my BFFFE!"
The look on my face must have shown that I didn't understand because said girl spoke up. "Best friends for fucking eternity." She smiled prettily as Rebecca continued. "She's telekinetic. So if you find yourself on the wrong end of her anger don't be surprised if you find all your furniture glued to the ceiling." Rebecca giggled and glanced at Caleb. He scowled then caught me looking at him. I quickly turned my attention back to Rebecca who had picked up a little girl with blonde curls. "And last but definitely not least, this little cutie here is Caroline she's.. well I don't know what the Hell she is but she is special none the less." She put the little girl down who immediately scrambled up the stairs talking to what seemed to be an imaginary friend named, "Fluffy."
I looked back at Rebecca once again who was now sitting down next to her 'BFFFE,' and giving Reanna a sexy grin. I was trying to figure out what was being unsaid when I noticed the room had turned silent so I made a move to stand up, but Tori beat me to it.
"I'm Tori and I'm a witch," She gestured towards me next, "This little ball of sunshine is Chloe and she is a necromancer. The hot guy next to her, and may I point out that I don't even care, is Simon and he is a sorceror." She was about to sit when I cleared my throat and pointed at Derek, she gave me a look. "Oh, that's no one important." She sat down without another word.
I frowned and was about to say something when Derek stood up straight and spoke. "It's okay Chloe, I can introduce myself, I'm Derek and I don't have any powers." I just looked at him, confused, but decided that if Derek wanted to keep the fact that he was a werewolf a secret then that was his decision. Derek leaned back against the wall without another word. 'I guess the meetings over.'
