Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers. Sadly

So I wrote this story because I really wanted to write a Darkest Powers fanfic about Chloe and Derek. I probably should not have written this because I have homework to do, but whatever. Read and review! Pretty please with sugar on top!

I sighed again, frustrated, and stared at the textbook in my lap. The stupid textbook that was giving me a headache.

"I don't get it!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. There was a sigh next to me. His shadow splayed across the pages. I looked up at his emerald green eyes.

"What aren't you understanding, Chloe?" Derek asked, trying to be patient. But I could hear the annoyance laced through his voice.

"Any of it. Why do I even have to do this? It's not like we're going to school." I complained. Derek pinched the bridge of his nose before looking back at me.

"Because you don't want to be-" He was cut off by a loud scream coming from downstairs. I must have jumped about two feet in the air, knocking the book onto the floor. The scream sounded feminine. It was probably Tori. Derek and I hurried downstairs into the kitchen. The first thing I saw was Tori on the ground, laughing. Then I noticed Simon crouched by the counter, his expression a mixture of mortification and anger. I frowned, confused.

"What did you do to Simon, Tori?" Derek asked. Tori took a few deep breaths before answering, catching her breath.

"Well I was bored, and I didn't want to interrupt anything you two might be doing," She replied, making me blush a bright red, "so I found a mouse in the basement and made it float around Simon's head. I didn't realize he would be such a girl about it." Simon glared at Tori.

"You are so twisted." Simon snapped, taking a few steps toward Tori. Derek sighed.

"You wouldn't hit a girl, would you Simon?" Tori smirked. Simon continued advancing on her. Derek grunted and walked over to Simon, grabbing his arm.

"Calm down. She's just being immature. There's no need for you to act the same way." Derek told him calmly. Simon looked up at him and nodded, immediately relaxing.

Suddenly, Derek stiffened and turned toward me, alarm clear on his face. Before I could react, there was a knife pressing against my throat. Someone pulled me against them, making me stumble. I whimpered quietly when the blade pierced my skin. I heard a low growl and it took me a moment to realize that it was coming from Derek. The person behind me laughed darkly.

"Quiet, pup. I'm not planning on hurting your mate." I froze at the word 'mate'. What was he talking about? I remembered being called his mate before, but I still didn't know what it meant. But he continued before I had time to think too much about it, "I actually came for you." He nodded at Derek. I automatically shook my head, wincing when my skin rubbed against the knife.

"Y-you can't ha-have h-him." I stuttered. I pressed my lips together tightly and clenched my fists. Stupid stutter. The man behind me chuckled and flipped me around so that I was facing him. He held my chin tightly in his hand, his other hand still holding the knife at my throat.

"You think you have a say in that, little girl? You can't even talk right, why should you have any say?" He sneered at me. I'm not sure what came over me then, but I spit in his face. He shrank back a little, surprised. But his face quickly twisted with rage.

"Stupid girl. You shouldn't have done that." He snarled, pulling the knife away from my throat and dragging it down my arm, drawing blood. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the cry of pain, but a strangled sound still came out of my mouth. I heard another snarl, this one sounding more vicious. I looked over and saw Derek grab the man's arm, twisting it behind him. The man shoved me back, and I stumbled. I tripped over my feet and fell backwards. My head slammed into the floor, and the world went black.

I opened my eyes cautiously, aware of a horrible pain in my head and a throbbing pain in my arm. I blinked and sat up slowly, trying to figure out where I was. Nothing was familiar; not the tan walls, not the uncomfortable bed I was laying on, and not the chairs in the corner. I stood up and stumbled, holding a hand to my head and praying the world would stay still.

After a minute the floor stopped moving, and I took another step toward the door. I took another step and another until I reached the door. I twisted the knob. It was unlocked, thankfully. But I closed it quickly, afraid that someone would see me and try to hurt me. I needed to figure out what I was going to do before I tried walking out of the room.

"Hey, cutie." A masculine voice said behind me. I jumped and whirled around. I didn't see anyone. I frowned. I didn't want another visit from a ghost. But maybe he could tell me where I was.

"Do y-you know where I-I am?" I asked. Suddenly I felt cold breath on my neck. I stiffened, but didn't turn.

"You're alone. With me." His voice was leering. I shivered involuntarily before clenching my jaw and turning around. The ghost was standing a few feet away from me. He had light blonde hair and violet eyes. He smirked at me.

"The name's Jack." He told me. I just stared at him. Why was he here? I opened my mouth to ask, but he shook his head and pointed to the door. I heard footsteps coming closer. I froze, unsure of what to do. Jack rolled his eyes and disappeared. Suddenly there was a noise coming from outside the door. The footsteps hurried away. I let out a sigh of relief. Jack suddenly reappeared in front of me.

"Did you d-do that?" I nodded at the door. He smiled and nodded, pretending to bow. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"So did you d-die h-here?" I continued. He shook his head, snorting.

"I'm perfectly alive. It's called astral projecting. I'm actually down the hall a little ways." He replied. My eyes widened.

"So y-you live here?" I asked. He shrugged, glancing at the bed I had been laying on before.

"It's more of I'm surviving here. This place sucks." He mumbled. I frowned glancing at the door.

"Then why don't you leave?" He gave me a look as if to say 'did you really just ask that?'

"You don't think I've tried. It's not like I can just walk out the front door. I-" He paused, his eyes widening a bit, "Oh, I've got to go. They're about to check on you. Get back in bed and pretend you're unconscious." He ordered before disappearing. Although I was very confused, I did as he said.

I had just closed my eyes when the door opened. Two pairs of footsteps walked in. I refrained from opening my eyes or moving. One of them sighed.

"She should have woken up by now. It's been 24 hours already." One of them said. He didn't sound at all familiar. I felt a pressure on my wrist as one of them took my pulse. I fought to keep still and not yank my arm away.

"She'll wake up soon enough. Then we'll get her to tell us where that failure of a werewolf is." The other one replied. This one was a woman. I tensed involuntarily. But I was angry at them. Derek was not a failure. They both laughed.

"She really is his mate. She's not even conscious and she reacts to his name." The man said. There was that word again: mate. I was going to ask Derek about that. After I found him.

"Well, she's not going to wake up just because we're in here. Let's go, and we can check on her later." The woman sighed. After a moment, the footsteps retreated out of the room, shutting the door with a click. I kept my eyes closed just in case.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked. I jumped, opening my eyes. He was leaning over me, smirking.

"Would you move?" I asked. He nodded and moved away, allowing me to stand up. He leaned against the wall.

"What's your name, anyway? You already know mine, but I was interrupted before I could ask you." He crossed his arms across his chest. I glanced at him, deciding whether to tell him or not. For some reason I wasn't sure of, I trusted him enough to tell him.

"My name's Chloe. I'm a necromancer." I told him. He nodded, smiling. He glanced around the room, his eyes pausing at the door.

"So do you have any ideas as to how to get out of here? 'Cause I'm sure you're not wanting to stay here." I bit my lip, thinking. Suddenly, I looked up at him.

"We could distract them and then escape. You know your way around here right?" I asked. He nodded slowly, skeptical.

"I can't distract them and escape. When I leave my body, it doesn't just walk around. It stays where I leave it. And I'm not going to just stay here while you escape. Sorry." He replied. I nodded.

"I wasn't thinking of using you as the distraction. I was going to have Liz make a distraction." I told him. He frowned.

"Who's Liz?" Oh. I had forgotten that he didn't know anything about me. I held up a finger, telling him to wait a moment for my answer. I closed my eyes and concentrated on summoning Liz.

"Ooh! Who's that? He's cute." Liz squealed. I opened my eyes and saw her staring at Jack, who was still looking at me. I glanced at Liz before looking back at Jack.

"Liz is my friend. She's a ghost. I knew her before she…" I trailed off. Jack's eyes widened and he nodded, looking around. I looked at Liz.

"His name is Jack. But more to the point, could you help me with something?" I asked her. She nodded, still slyly glancing at Jack. I rolled my eyes before continuing, "Could you make a distraction so that Jack and I could escape?"

"Of course, Chloe. Where are you, anyways?" She looked around, mouth curling in distaste at the bed. I glanced at Jack, who looked bewildered.

"I'm not really sure. But I know that I need to get out of here." I replied. She nodded slowly, taking another look around.

"Ok. Be ready in two minutes, and I'll lure everyone away." She smiled and disappeared. I nodded and looked at Jack.

"We're leaving. Be ready in two minutes." I told him. He smiled and nodded. He waved and disappeared. I sighed, sitting down on the bed. My head was still pounding, possibly hurting more than before. I rubbed my temples and waited for Liz.

"Ok, I'm ready to go. Go get Jack and leave." Liz's voice whispered next to me. I nodded and stood up, hurrying to the door. I opened it quietly and walked down the hall. Jack was leaning against a doorway, his arms crossed across his chest. He smiled at me when I walked up. I motioned him ahead of me, signaling him to lead the way. He nodded and began walking quickly, with me following close behind.

Jack led me down a hallway and up two flights of stairs. I heard lots of yelling upstairs. I made out the words "hair is on fire" and smiled. Liz did well. Jack and I quietly walked through what looked like a kitchen to a door. There was a padlock on it. My heart stuttered and my breath caught in my throat. We were locked in. We had done this for nothing. Jack rummaged through one of the drawers. Suddenly I heard footsteps on the stairs. They were faint, but I heard them all the same. Someone was coming downstairs and they were going to find us.

I heard a quiet click and looked over to see Jack putting the padlock on the counter and opening the door. I smiled and ran out the door. Jack followed behind me closely. It was getting dark outside, around sunset. We ran across the yard and down the street. After a few blocks we stopped, mostly because I had to stop to breathe. Luckily no one had followed us.

I pushed the hair out of my face and looked at Jack. He barely looked winded. I looked back in the direction we had come. Still no sign of anyone.

"Th-that was c-close." I stuttered, still a little freaked out. Jack looked at me, cocking his head to the side.

"Why do you stutter sometimes and talk normally other times?" He asked. Not even a second later, he pinched his arm, glaring at the ground. He looked back up at me and said, "Sorry, that was rude and inconsiderate. Forget I asked that."

"It's fine. I usually only s-stutter when I' m nervous or scared." I told him. He nodded and smiled a little.

"You weren't stuttering when you were talking to me. So does that mean you aren't nervous or scared around me?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to reply when I realized he was right.

"That's weird. I don't even know you and I'm not nervous." I mumbled, both to him and myself. He smiled, almost as if proud of himself. Then he looked around again before looking at me.

"So where are we going now, Chloe?" Jack asked me. I shrugged. Suddenly I heard a growl behind me. I whirled around. Derek was standing a few feet away, glaring at Jack. I smiled despite the situation, running over to Derek and throwing my arms tight around him. He took a moment to hug me tightly, but quickly moved me behind him, as if to protect me from Jack. Jack was just standing there, completely confused and seeming rather frightened of Derek. Jack looked over at me.

"Chloe, what's going on?" He asked me. I was stuck standing there with Jack looking at me confused and Derek looking at me with a worried and hurt expression on his face. I wasn't sure of what to say.

Yay! Finished the chapter, and now I can go do homework. There will be a chapter after this, unless no one reviews. Then all of you that read it and didn't review will be left wondering what happens next. So please review!