So here's my darkest powers fan fiction. I love simon in the books so this is mostly from his POV. Lots of action and some unexpected romance. Rate and reveiw PLEASE!
Love you all!
Chapter One
Simons POV
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the air was calm and still and I sat in one oversized armchair doodling in my sketch book. I could hear water running so assumed Tori was having a bath. Derek, Chloe and Dad had all gone shopping. The hype over Chloe's disappearance has gradually disappeared and with her new red hair, the chance of her being recognized was slim. Dad had brought Derek with them, partly because with his enhanced senses he was a good lookout, but also he couldn't bare to be away from Chloe for any length of time.
We had all ended up back in Buffalo, in an abandon old people's home that Lauren had worked in as a teenager. It was a hazard now, some of the ceiling already caving in. Dad had put enchantments round the place so it was hidden from passing human and even supernaturals. Only the very talented witches and wizards could detect magic without seeing it. Lauren had left three days earlier to scout safe places for us to stay, with the Edison Group all but destroyed; she was in the least danger from the others who may be looking for us.
I yawned slowly and put my sketches to one side working out the kinks in my neck. I stood up slowly and started towards the kitchen, I was interrupted mid stride by a quite knock on the door. I was instantly on guard, no one could see us and Dad had keys. I stood in the hall, facing the door as it was knocked on again. I prayed Tori could hear this; I wasn't much help in defending us. She was a much more talented spell caster. The knocking grew louder and more aggressive; I was frozen in fear and confusion. I didn't want to move again, we had been safe here for 3 weeks, finally settling down.
I heard a roar of frustration and had to dive for cover as the door was blown off its hinges. It sailed through the hallway landing with an echoing boom as it hit the wall on the other side. As the dust cleared I caught site of a figure in the doorway. She wasn't much taller than Chloe, she stood panting, her arms in front of her as if she had pushed the door from her. The dust settled and I caught site of her face.
She had a pale, heart shaped face. Her skin was ivory and rose, with a small button nose and wide red lips. She had a halo of chocolate brown hair, tiny little curls that fell to her shoulders and whipped about her face in the breeze from the door. She spotted me, turning her glare to me. Her eyes were the brightest orange, glowing with gold flecks. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. As I stared in amazement, those eyes closed and she collapsed onto the floor with a thump.
I heard running footsteps as Tori turned the bend and saw the mess.
"Shit, Simon. What happened?" she was climbing over the door now and dropped down so she was next to me.
"I honestly have no idea" I told her, my eyes still on the heap of the girl. Her body lay completely still, her face turned from us. Tori was looking around now, her eyes saw the heap of clothes and she stood up suddenly, pulling me with her.
"What is that?" she pointed at the girl, looking so small - broken on the ground.
"She did this" I motioned to the destruction around us and Tori snorted.
"Yeah right. Did you hit your head Simon?" Tori asked me, her trademark smirk smeared all over her face. I shot her a filthy look and started to climb over to where the girl lay.
"If she did this, maybe you shouldn't touch her" Tori's sarcasm was starting to get on my nerves now as she shadowed my footsteps.
"I can't just leave her like this" I motioned to where she lay on the floor, the wall around the door already crumbling and the cracks in the ceiling threatening to fall. Tori nodded at me as I reached the girl. I turned her over slowly, bending down to put my cheek against her mouth.
"She's breathing" I told Tori as I slung the girl over my shoulder in a fireman's lift. Tori lead me to the living room and motioned to the sofa, I lay the girl on the sofa lightly, scared that she had some injuries I couldn't see.
"I bet that broke your dad's spell" Said Tori and I heard her walk towards the front door. I couldn't follow her, my eyes were glued to the girl whose face was now turned to us, even in sleep she was beautiful, her skin flawless, her lips parted slightly. I heard Tori come up behind me again.
"Nope, still can't see the house. Your dad is one good wizard" she told me. She followed my gaze to the girl, taking her in for the first time. "Whoa, she's pretty". Our staring was interrupted by Derek's voice.
"What the hell happened here?" Derek shouted, I could hear scrambling as they tried to make it through the rubble.
"Simon? Tori?" Chloe's voice was breathless with worry.
"We're in here" Tori called to her as I turned towards the door. Derek was the first one in, followed closely by Chloe. She rushed forward to hug Tori, who looked faintly surprised but embraced her back.
"What on earth happened son?" my dad asked as he walked towards us. I hadn't been looking at him; my brother had been alternating between staring at me and staring at the girl on the sofa. His gaze was murderous.
"More importantly, who is that?" Derek's voice was low, almost a growl and he pointed at the girl. The whole room's attention suddenly turned her.
"She's what happened, Dad" I answered my dad, ignoring Derek.
"Why did you let her in here?" Derek shouted, still pointing at the girl.
"I didn't! She blew the door right off the hinges! Then she just sort of collapsed on the door step" I told him.
"Well, obviously she's dangerous. And like an idiot you let her in!" Derek was up in my face now, towering over me. Intimidating me.
"Does she look dangerous to you!" I pointed at her now. In sleep, so fragile and feminine. She almost looked like a child, her body curved and her hands over her face as if trying to shield herself from the harsh world. Chloe stood between us, placing her hand on Derek's chest, almost instantly he relaxed.
"What are we going to do with her dad?" I turned to dad. His eyes were dark now, worry creased his forehead.
"We wait till she wakes up, she might need our help or she might be of help. For now we keep watch and ready to leave in case she didn't come alone" Dad spoke to Derek, his face turned from mine. Disappointment was written all over his face as he walked out of the room, Derek at his heels. Chloe gave me a small smile and followed after them.
I turned my attention back to the girl; I couldn't find any anger in me to blame her. For making my dad disappointed in me, for making my brother mad. Something about her was just hard to hate. I crossed the room and sat on the arm chair across from her. I had been watching her for a few minutes when Derek entered the room, he had a length of rope in his hands. His eyes met mine and when I didn't protest he walked over to her and began to tie her hands together. He snaked the rope around her thin wrists and tied it in an expert knot, one we had learnt at camp a few years back. He then proceeded to tie her feet together. I watched him from a distance, my arms crossed in front of me.
Derek retreated to the doorway and leant against the door frame. He was soon joined by Chloe who upon seeing him leant into his chest. Derek pulled her close, one of his arms wound round her waist and he softly kissed the top of her head. Jealousy rocketed through me, I looked away quickly but not before I saw the expression in my brother's eyes. Guilt, pity, hurt. We were quiet for a few more minutes when we were joined by my dad. The girl started to wake, she opened her eyes slowly, blinking as everything came into focus. I thought I must have imagined the flaming colour of her eyes, but as I looked into her face I saw a startling pair of amber eyes. The gold had vanished but what was left was the deepest orange.
The room was silent as she took in her bound feet and hands, and with a practised pull she used her stomach muscles to push herself upright. I saw Derek flinch beside me but she made no effort to get up, she sat in the middle of the sofa, her eyes cast downwards and her hair covering her face. No one spoke for a long time.
"What are you doing here?" My dad broke the silence, his voice hard. No introduction, no unnecessary information. She did not speak; her face was still, barely acknowledging we were there. She was shaking slightly, from fear or cold I wasn't sure.
"You came alone, what for? How did you know we were here?"My dad continued, still nothing. She just sat there, shaking - rocking forward and back, making no attempt to struggle. After a few more probing questions dad gave up. He stood up and cast his eyes to me.
"She's alone, she doesn't seem a threat. You let her in, she's your responsibility. Keep an eye on her" and with a final questioning glance at the girl he strode out of the room. Chloe left soon after, only Derek remained, hands crossed over his chest, jaw muscles clenched. Chloe's voice floated through the hallway.
"Derek, leave her. She's not doing any harm"
With a final parting grimace in my direction Derek exited the room after Chloe. I relaxed a bit more when they left the room, which seemed strange when a total and possibly dangerous stranger sat opposite me. She did not move for hours, while I fidgeted. I tried everything, reading, drawing, watching TV and finally lighting the fire. I kept one eye on her but she did not move, barely breathed. She did not speak; her eyes remained on the floor. Usually I would have found it unnerving, but this just looked tragic. As if she were dead, drained of all life. By 10:00 pm I was very worried about her.
Chloe was the only person to come in here; she brought dinner for two, two pillows and blankets. I smiled at her, as she passed me dinner. She walked towards the girl and lay her food on the coffee table in front of her.
"She won't touch it" I told Chloe. Chloe's brows creased with worry, as she came and sat on the armrest of my chair.
"Has she even moved since this morning?" Chloe asked me. Her eyes were wide with concern.
"Nope, not a peep, not a move" I told her, tucking into the huge plate food she had given me.
"Well, Mr Bae has gone out to see if anyone knows who this girl is, he said to not wait up for him." Chloe told me as she absently fluffed our pillows and set about making me a small bed on the floor.
"Derek won't be sleeping tonight I am sure of it, but I thought this might make you more comfy" she told me with a smile.
"What is Derek's problem? She's hardly dangerous, she hasn't even struggled" I fumed at Chloe.
"He's just being Derek, overcautious. But she doesn't seem to be a threat so I'll see if I can get him to back down a little." Chloe said to me as she walked out of the room.
"Thanks Clo" I called out to her in the hallway, she turned off the hallway light and headed upstairs. The fire in here gave off a flickering light, and I settled down to eat. I was silent for a while, but a long gurgle from the girl's stomach broke the silence.
"You're hungry" I stated the obvious, but she did not move. "When was the last time you ate?" I asked her, putting my food to one side and crossing the room towards her. I sat down next to her and she winced, the first time she had moved, her hands came up to protect her face.
"I'm not going to hurt you" I told her softly, she turned one orange eye to me and slowly dropped her hands and straightened her body. I reached out to her hands and slowly undid the knot Derek had made, pulling the rope off her and throwing it across the room. The fire made her eyes flicker as she watched me. "Will you eat something?" I asked her, picking up her plate and putting it on her lap. She did nothing for a few minutes.
"Please" I whispered. She turned to face me now, releasing the power of her eyes on me. She looked at me for a second and very obviously picked up a bit of bread and put it in her mouth.
"Thank you" I told her sincerely, standing up and sitting back in my chair opposite her. We ate in silence for a bit as she emptied her plate gradually. As much as I tried I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She didn't meet me gaze, keeping her eyes firmly on her plate. When she was done, she looked up at me questionably. I cautiously reach towards her, watched as she shrank back slightly and took the plate from her.
"I am just going to put these in the kitchen" I told her, testing her. I turned my back on her as I walked the hallway to the kitchen and put the plates in the sink. I walked back into the room; she sat in the same place, feet still tied. Eyes on the floor. I had given her an easy escape but still there she sat. She wanted to be here, joy erupted in me for a strange reason. I stopped myself before I split into a huge smile. I pulled my chair closer to her now, only the coffee table between us.
"My name is Simon" I spoke quietly and motioned to me, maybe the reason she didn't speak was because she didn't speak English. She was silent, not looking at me. I tried again.
"You can talk to me, I promise I won't hurt you" I told her, she continued to look at the floor. I slowly reached a hand towards her, but she moved away and i dropped it. "What is your name?" I asked again, she still did not look up. I sighed in frustration and stood up suddenly, turning my back on her and staring into the fire. The flames licked up the logs, I closed my eyes slowly, listening to the crackling of the fire, the faintest whispering from upstairs, the tick of the grandfather clock...
"Ella" a voice whispered behind me. I whipped round to see the girl looking at me, her eyes wide.
"What?" I asked stupidly.
"Ella, my name is Ella" her voice was quiet, so soft it was almost a whisper. I could hear a faint accent but she hadn't said enough for me to work it out yet.
"Ella?" I looked at her. A perfectly ordinary name for such an extraordinary girl. But somehow... now she said it; it suited her, suddenly the most beautiful name. The way it rolled over the tongue and the way she said it, like a whispered caress. She nodded at me, her auburn eyes following me as I walked towards her.
"Simon" she said with a nod. My name on her mouth suddenly made it sound more beautiful than it was. I watched her as she cast her eyes around the room.
"Why are you here?" I asked her. "How did you get here?" her eyes widened and she did not speak. I realised I had overstepped it. She turned away from me.
"Are you tired?" in response she nodded. I put the bigger of the two pillows at one end of the sofa. She did not move.
"Lie down" I told her and she lay, her head resting on the pillow. I bent down to untie her feet. She did not shrink back this time. I pulled off her sneakers while I was there and draped a blanket over her body. She did not speak, only watched me as I did it.
I retreated back to my chair, she watched me go her wide, scared eyes tracking me.
"Sleep, I'll keep an eye on things" I whispered to her. Her eyes stayed glued to mine for a while, I met her gaze happily. Within a few minutes they began to droop and within seconds they were shut. The fire burned brightly, basking her face in a yellow glow. I picked up my sketch book and drew, a dark room, a small figure half hidden under blankets. Her dark curls fell into her peaceful face as she slept and I drew a boy, sitting next to her staring down at her in wonder.
