Chloe POV
The cold wind whipped my hair across my face and sent a chill down my spine, with it; it brought the smell of death and decay. They were coming, coming for me. I had done this. I violently and uncaringly shoved poor wandering souls into their decaying bodies. They hated me. I hated me. What kind of sick sadistic person would torture those that were already dead? Necromancers. A necromancer had done this, I did it. I was a necromancer, and I was about to die at the hands of the dead.
I bolted upright in bed with a scream as sweat trickled down my nose and the hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. Just a nightmare, the same nightmare over and over again, it has plagued me ever since last week when I found out about the real world, the one that I belong to; the one were supernaturals exist. There are six supernaturals races that I know of; witches, sorcerers, half-demons, vampires, werewolves, and the worst of all necromancers. ME. Normally the nightmare would stop there and replay all the way until morning, but it was three a.m. something woke me up. But what? It was then that my question was answered with a gut wrenching, hair raising, agonized howl. I tumbled off the bed and on to the floor, quickly, or as quickly as a blind mouse like me, I untangled myself from the sheets and clumsily stumbled out into the hallway. Catching a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror I was drowsily horrified at the pallor of my fair skin, how my blonde hair hung limp with sweat, my blue eyes wide and dark with sleep, I was clad in with black hello kitty pajama bottoms and a white tank top. Oh, well, I thought, it's not like I'm going to meet the Rockefellers. I slid, stumbled, and tumbled my way down the stairs and into the kitchen of the large empty house. Where I proceeded to make my ungraceful journey to the glass door of the kitchen that led to the backyard and into the towering and unforgiving pine trees of the forest.
With shaking hands I unlocked the door and unceremoniously fell out the door and on the cold hard ground. Standing on wobbly legs I brush the dirt off my body and hesitantly start walking towards the forest, trying in vain to remember where it came from. Then the silence was broken by pained whimpering. Poor thing, maybe it's a puppy. Okay let's look at this in a movie point of view; the innocent blonde wakes up from a nightmare to a howl, she goes to investigate thinking it's a puppy. We all know what happens next, but for some odd reason I was drawn to the sky-high trees. Why?
Derek POV
Heart racing, claws digging into the soft soil of the forest floor only to kick it up in my wake as I ran, the wolf was free, I was free, we were free at last. My mind floating in utter the utter bliss of freedom, I failed to notice the rabbit hole in my path until it was too late and my right front leg twisted and I landed in a heap on my back with an agonized howl. After laying on my back in complete humiliation, I rolled over and in doing so jostled my injured leg causing a series of whimpers to escape through my clenched razor sharp teeth. Seconds later there was someone crashing through the underbrush and if I was right, like I was ever wrong, they were heading straight for me. Then, "H-hello?"
Chloe POV
"H-hello?" I called into the darkness as I bulldozed through the underbrush. Something twitched at the corner of my eye and I froze heart in my throat. Slowly I turned my head to get a better view of what was hiding in the bushes. The sight that I was faced with would have made me scream if I hadn't choked as my heart pounded in my throat. Glowing intense and terrifyingly intelligent moss green eyes blinked back at me. I distantly heard a thud but was too far away in my mind to connect it with the fact that the forest and night sky were blurring together as everything faded to black.
Derek POV
Great, she fainted. What am I going to do? I can't just leave her here.
