Hey! I hope this is somewhat interesting. This is my first "time machine' kinda thing. Anyways, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer:

Diriel: you know, I've changed a lot. You kinda own me now.

J: I wish. You still belong to Kelley.

Diriel: Are you sure?

J: Yes. *cries*

Diriel: there, there child. *pats Jo's back*

J: *sniffs* can-can you say it for me?

Diriel: of course. DJ doesn't own Darkest Powers, or me. But she does own this amazing plot. *gives Jo a smile*

D: JO! Why does it smell like demi-demon in here?!

Diriel and J: uh-oh...

1- 'Run'

Wave after wave, they just kept coming. More scientists, more supernaturals, and more people to hurt. And where was Chloe? Had she gotten out? Was she taken? Was she-. A spell hit me in the chest. I growled and ran at the witch that had cast it. I grabbed her and whipped her against the wall. Then went back to my search for Chloe.

Simon was fighting alongside Tori against a group of half-demons. Dad was going against Tori's mom. And Chloe? Well, I just couldn't find her.A half-demon got in my way. Lightning crackled in her wild, red hair. (Circle of Magic, anyone?) I growled, preparing to pounce. The girl laughed, and she ran her fingers through her copper mess, collecting the sparks. She pulled it out and formed a ball of energy in the palm of her hand.

Suddenly, someone tackled her from behind. She fell, a yelp escaping her lips. On top of the lightning half-demon, sat Chloe. Her blue eyes were shut tight, and she was trembling. I trotted up to her and licked her cheek. *a/n: Derek's been in wolf form, just saying* She opened one aqua eye and smiled over at me. The half-demon beneath her groaned. Chloe's head snapped to the left and she scrambled off the demon. With a final, backwards glance at me, she ran back into the dust. I rushed after her.

Her scent was nearly impossible to follow. It mixed with the copper of blood, the ozone of magic, and the dust of the room. Once in a while, I caught a glimpse of her harsh black hair as she ran. From what, or who, I didn't know.

I was distracted time and time again. Each time I won, but I lost precious seconds. Finding Chloe was beginning to prove harder than I thought. After a number of these distractions, I lost Chloe. I growled in frustration. A group of half-demons surrounded me. And to my surprise, Chloe saved me again. But she was different. Her hair was strawberry blonde again, and was up in a messy ponytail. Her porcelain skin was paler and her normally sharp crystal blue eyes were unfocused and unclear. She tackled a fire half-demon and kicked another one into two others. I attacked two half-demons while Chloe took on a third.

Once I had taken down another, I turned to see the air half-demon Chloe attacked lying on the floor, her nose bloody and eyes glassy. But Chloe was nowhere to be found.

The ground shook, causing all the fighting to come to a stand still as more dust billowed up from the carpeted floor. The ground trembled again, rougher this time and I whined softly. A thought pierced through my brain: Chloe might be scared! I followed a faint scent of strawberries and vanilla to find Chloe. But she wasn't alone. Wind whipped around and the ground shook violently. Her necklace, now a deep purple, laid beside her instead of sitting around her neck. I'd yell at her for that later. Unconscious, Dr. Davidoff was laying in front of her. Her hands were gripping his wrists, so tightly that her knuckles were white.

I growled, low in my throat. Chloe turned slightly.

"Derek," she murmured. I whined. "Go away." My eyes widened. She turned back to Dr. Davidoff. The ground shook, so harshly that I fell onto my stomach. Chloe let loose a scream. One full of anger and pain. Lots and lots pain. I stood up and pushed against the winds, struggling to get to Chloe.

"Are you free?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, child." a slightly girlish voice, bubbly and kind, replied. A red-head appeared, her green eyes weirdly luminescent, glowed with thankfulness and glee. the wind did, but the ground around Chloe groaned and cracked. She nodded and I whined, scared for her but knowing it was too risky to step closer. And who was the red-head? I hoped Chloe knows what she's doing.

Chloe's eyes searched the room until they found mine. The fear was there, but only a sliver. Another emotion was there, so deep it turned her blue eyes to sapphires. I whined again, questioning her softly.

"Run." she whispered. I tilted my head and took a step forward. I wasn't about to leave her.

"Shall I?" the read head asked quietly.

"Stop him" Chloe murmured. I growled, but it caught in my throat as the woman approached me. She picked me up, like I weighed nothing. I twisted, looking back at Chloe. She placed her hands upon Davidoff's chest. And let loose another scream. I howled, joining her cry. I than began to squirm, desperately trying to free myself.

"Shh, werewolf." the woman whispered. But the tears that fell silently down her face did nothing to reassure me. Chloe let loose another scream and the ceiling caved in. I howled and began struggling furiously against my restraints. The red-head clutched me tighter, causing me to fall limp in her arms. I watched helplessly in horror as Chloe, and Dr. Davidoff, were crushed beneath plaster, wood, boxes and desks.

My red-haired keeper finally released me. I sprinted back to the mound under which Chloe was buried. the fight had started up agin, but all that mattered was Chloe. my mate. Once I reached the mound, I began to dig. I dug and dug and dug, wanting nothing more than to reach Chloe, to hear her heartbeat, to hear her voice. And reach Chloe, I did. But all i felt was warm sticky blood and quickly cooling skin. all i heard was a ringing in my ears and the shattering of my heart. Breaking like a smashed window. the blood was tinged with her strawberry-vanilla scent.

I nudged her, whining. I begged her to awaken. To open her crystalline eyes and smile. but she didn't. I laid down beside her and put my muzzle in her neck, nuzzling it. She didn't stir. My paw touched something cold and metallic, and I turned to see Chloe's amulet. i put my head back in her neck.

My shoulder muscle twitched. no. I thought. no. But not because I was Changing back, but because I was Changing back without Chloe. I would have to forever do everything without my mate.

I howled, the cry one of pain, loneliness, and sadness. I howled for my lost mate, my lost love. My wolf joined in.

Okay, viola. It is now complete, my first chapter. What do you think?

and random question, but where do really need apply masacra? Just a girly question and my mom keeps bothering with the 'where' thing. So, yeah.

Toodles!

-DJ