HEY MORTALS! It's been a bit, but oh well! I iz here. No fearz. Anyway, I know you are all expecting the next Cry Wolf chapter, but honestly, I have no idea where to go with it, and I am too lazy. In summer, I will try. Anyway, here's a little story I randomly wrote in my notebook and typed up. Hope ya'll liek it.
Disclaimer:
Me: "I may not own Darkest Powers, but I own your dad!"
Universe: *facepalms and groans in agony*
The '(text here)' stands for Derek's wolf, and then his reply follows, or vice versa. (I shall notify your faces of who is thinking.)
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Derek's P.O.V.
Inhale. I smell strawberries and cream- in fact, my favourite scent. What delicious dessert am I devouring? Nothing. Instead, I sit back down in my bed, separated by a wall from my girlfriend. The only reason I can smell her is because, well, the whole lot of us have genetically altered 'super powers'. I find this fitting, because my brother, Simon, says I have 'the superman gene'. Or in other words, an extremely strong, werewolf who need seriously needs to tell his mate that she is his mate quick, because his inner wolf, or his more animalistic side is not becoming pg rated.
From Chloe's room, my mate, I hear a groan and a thump, which is quickly followed by a shriek and a moan. 'Rescue,' my wolf presses.
'Calm your tits. I'm going.' I sigh back. He snarled before grinning, 'You realize you just said you have man-tits.' I flashed him the finger.
Soundlessly, I have reached the door to the bedroom that Simon, my foster brother and I share, only requiring a few strides. In the hallway, I turn left, and place my hand on the doorknob. The room is pitch black, but thanks to my enhanced vision, I can see fine. Then I see a figure in a clump on the ground- Chloe being clumsy enough to tumble out of bed. 'Just think,' wolf-ey started, 'If she was in your arms she wouldn't have fallen out. In fact, she'd be enjoying lying under you in bed, you insi-'. 'Shut it,' I snarl. He stops, but sends my images.
Shaking them from my mind, I watch over my mates form on the floor next to the bed.
"I heard you fall. You okay?" I ask in a gruff tone.
"Peachy," she groans pulling her face up from the tangle of blankets she wrapped herself in, her blonde hair getting blocking her blue eyes.
"What happened?"
"A ghost who wore a bit white sheet with cut out eye holes yelled, "Boo!" and woke me up."
I chuckle and give a grin. By this Chloe is talking about our first encounter at Lyle house, a 'group home' were scientists disguised our powers by telling us we had disorders, were she first learned about her power; necromancy.
A/N Did you like it? Took me longer to type then I wanted. :P Anyway, now I have to start my history assignment, which has been long procrastinated. BYE!
Song of the millennium; "I'll make a man out of you," Mulan soundtrack. (SHANG IS A SUPA SEXY MOTHAFAWKA)