Chapter one:

Author note: This story takes place after the Reckoning. And after my first Darkest Powers Story Necromanced (which was my version of the Reckoning that I started before the third book came out and finished after its release). I will be using some of the same plot, characters and conflicts so it would be safe to assume that this is the sequel to Necromanced.

"I don't like this store. It smells to…perfume-y." I said trying not to breathe through my nose, which just made the back of my tongue feel weird. The store that I had been forcefully (Literally) been lead into was way to pink for my taste; I'm not against the whole girly girl look. It just wasn't my look.

"Oh stuff it. This is the only place within a hundred miles of here that has anything decent!" Tori snapped back at me. It was true. We were currently in the only mall within walking and driving distance. Needless to say, Tori was getting her shopping fix. "Anyway, you should try some of this perfume. Chloe. Maybe you would actually smell like a girl for once."

"No way. Look at the price tag on that bottle! And it doesn't matter, Derek hates this stuff. It messes with his nose to much…." I glared up at her. "Are you implying that I stink?"

She quickly looked away. "No not all. I mean if you like smelling like dirt and grass that's your opinion not mine." She picked up another bottle. "How about this one? It's on sale."

"No thank you." I snared at her.

"Ah. Don't say I never tried." She sighed. Then her eye was caught by a lacy pajama set on the rack that said in big bold letters across the chest: VICTORIA'S SECRET. "You still haven't got me anything for my birthday. Cough it up." She smiled a completely wicked smile that only Tori could do.

"I haven't gotten you anything for you birthday yet because your birthday isn't for another month. Just because Kit gave in to your whining and bought you that new laptop early doesn't mean I'm going to." I laughed at the sudden change in her demeanor. I swear sometimes, it's like she's bipolar. She scrunched up her nose and went to the next rack. I shook my head mentally filing away the price so I'd be able to come back and buy the pj's for her surprise birthday party that everyone was planning in two weeks.

I guess I should introduce myself now. My name is Chloe Saunders. But here in Nowheres-vile Missouri I go by Chloe Blake. I am eighteen years old. My missing child posters back in New York proclaim a half a million dollar reward for anything that may lead to my safe return. Although the search hit a dead end when the news reporters discovered that the Lyle house where I had been admitted had completely disappeared from any written records. Along with the six teenagers admitted there for mental health issues. The truth was, we weren't insane, just different. Failed experiments of these wack-job scientists who wanted to correct the genetics of the remaining Supernatural's. It may sound like a noble cause but they went about it in completely the wrong way resulting in many deaths, including that of one my fellow Lyle House disappear-ies: Elizabeth Delany.

I am a Necromancer. Some people would just label it as physic or call me a Medium. But I'm much much worse than that. I have complete control over the dead. I can talk to ghost, yes. But I can also raise the dead from their graves. Not a very pleasant Superpower.

Tori, (short for Victoria) on the other hand is a Witch/Wizard hybrid. Whose powers are stronger than the most experience witch, but that also makes her and her powers unstable. The others in our merry band of misfits include: Simon Bae; an inexperienced wizard, Derek Souza; a moody werewolf, Kit Bae; an powerful wizard who is also Simon and Tori's biological father and Derek's adopted father, and then last but not least my Aunt Lauren; human and ex-evil scientist. Together we successfully escaped and destroyed the Edison group, the scientist who were ready to kill us just to cover up their own mistakes.

We have been on the run for a good three years now. And we've been everywhere. Moving from place to place whenever it feels like something supernatural is being stirred up. But Kit was determined to find a place that we would be able to finish up our senior year of high school without any more moving. And that place was here, in the miserably boring part of Missouri.

I guess I shouldn't be complaining. We only had three more months till graduation. And then….Well I wasn't quite sure what came after that. If I was normalI would be using this time to apply to college and daydream of a better future. But the problem was that I wasn't normal. And college…..college wouldn't fit into our life of running and hiding. Instead, I focused on the one thing that was solid in my life right now.

My new family.

We were all each other had. Outlaws. Runnaways. Freaks. One big happy family. And I was determined to keep us together. No matter what.

"Oh god it reeks in here." I heard a familiar curse come from above my head. I looked behind me and saw Derek who was plugging his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "How can you stand it in here?" He snapped. I smiled at him. He was rather moody lately, that just meant his body was demanding he change and he was ignoring the call. And by change I mean transform into a wolf and stretch his paws for a bit.

"Oh if it isn't Frankenstein." Tori snorted, you could tell she was in a good mood because she was reverting back to her old nicknames which were much harsher. "Frankenstein" referring to when Derek was going through puberty and Acne had been his worst enemy. Not that he looked anything like that now. No quite the opposite. He wasn't dashing or charming like all those heavily made up 28year old actors portraying teenagers on the tv dramas. No. He was very tall for his age, which was somewhat due to the fact he had the ability lift cars with his werewolf strength. His nose was a little big but his face wasn't odd. He had dark hair that he preferred to slightly cover his eyes which were an otherworldly green. Maybe that was what made him so attractive. There was an otherworldly aspect about him.

And did I mention that I was head over heels in love with him?

He growled faintly, I only heard it because I'm so use to it. It was his way of biting his tongue. Tori was his "sister" after all. He had to live with her, so to avoid conflict he normally just ignored Tori. "Excuse me for coming to pick you up." He mumbled finally, the keys to his beat up Buick in his hand. It had been a Christmas present from all of us to him last year. Me and Tori had walked here from school.

"Well we just got here so you're going to have to wait. Not all of us can run at the speed of light. It was a thirty minute walk here and I'm going to make that walk worth it." She growled back. "So why don't you leave us alone We know you can stand being in this store so just go. Do guy things, why don't you go to the hardware store and build something?"

He ignored her and put his hand on my waist. My stomach filled with butterflies. Astonishing that he still had an effect on me and we had been dating for about three or so years. I got on my tippy toes to try and peck him on the mouth which wasn't all that successful because he still had to lower his head so I didn't wind up kissing his chin. "I think I can suffer through the stench." He said looking at me, his eye's going soft.

Tori glared at him. Then her eyes sparkled. "Hey Chloe! Look, they have a sale on underwear and bra's! I think a few of those thongs are in your size. I'm not sure though, I'd bet they let you try some on for size if you asked."

"I'll be at the food court if you need me." Derek coughed and walked away without another word.

Tori erupted into laughter as Derek made his quick retreat. I glared at her.

"Was that completely necessary?"

"Believe me, it was." She said wiping away a stray tear. "He's a bit of a prude isn't he? I bet you an him can't eve-."

"Tori!" I snapped.

"Okay. Okay. Sorry. But I barely get to hang out with you anymore without him hovering around. Sometimes I just need a break; I mean I live in the same house as the guy. Brother or whatever I want to call him, he's annoying." Tori said going over to the underwear bin and picking out some in her size. I shook my head. I bet they did drive each other insane.

Even in the group of outcast. I was an outcast myself. If I didn't have Lauren then I would have no family connection left. I guess I would have Derek, but….like Tori said sometimes you needed a break to be with someone you can trust. Like a mother, a father or a sister. I wasn't sure what Tori thought of me as. There was a time when she completely despised me because Simon liked me and not her. Turns out she had nothing to worry about, Simon was off limits to her cause (she didn't know it at the time) but he was her half brother.

"Well hurry up in here will ya? I'm getting a headache from all these flowery fumes."

"Hold your horses, I've got to find a few thongs that will fit you. I'll give them to your boyfriend to give you so he doesn't have to feel embarrassed buying them himself. God knows how he hates to look foolish." She said evilly. I glared at her. Now she was just being mean.

I looked in the direction of the food court to see Derek sitting by himself with a plate full of food in front of him. I leaned on the entrance to the store to watch him. He was much better at social interaction then he use to be. Much more open, and less scary. Although he still could be very intimidating when he wanted to be. He didn't mind being alone, or at least he never complained about it.

My feelings for Derek had grown far before he had started molting the acne and puberty. Back when I first met him, it took me a while but I could see he was much more that what he seemed on the outside. Full of clashing emotions, and he was completely self-less, willing to do anything for his brother Simon. Even let Simon have the girl when all he wanted was to make a move.

Me and Simon would never have worked out. There was nothing wrong with him, no he was just as perfect as his brother. But Simon was use to getting the girl. And I…well I was like Derek. I avoided people and would let the guy get away.

Almost three years. Three years with him, and I was sure that I knew him better than even Simon did. But even with all that. I still could feel that he was hiding so much more from me. He still was reluctant or maybe just afraid to go any further. I wonder what was holding him back.

My thinking was interrupted, however, by a new arrival to Derek's small table. A girl from our high school, I couldn't remember her name exactly but I was sure it started with an A. Ashley? Amy? Something like that. She had long wavy blond hair and was wearing a shirt that was two sizes too small and showing off her obvious lack of undergarments.

My eyes narrowed. I wouldn't say I was the jealous type. But when she moved her hand from the table to his knee. I admit, evil thoughts crossed my mind. That bitch had no idea what she was getting herself into.

"Tori, meet at the movie store. I can't stand this smell." I said without looking back. I faintly heard her reply but it didn't matter. I was fixed on blondies hand. By the time I got to his table, Derek had moved his leg forcing her to move her hand back to the top of the table. "My god I couldn't stand another minute in that store." I said a little louder than necessary because Derek had heard me seconds before I was normal earshot. I guess I was just overacting for her sake.

I sat down in the last chair, moving it as close as possible to Derek. He smiled and instinctdly placed his right arm around my shoulder.

"And I can't get Tori to stop talking about Underwear. I swear she just loves being an Witch." I looked over at the blond. She smiled, welcomingly but it didn't extend to her eye's which were cold. "Oh hello, ummm Amm…?"

"Angie. Angela Wood."

"Oh yea, I have Caraculs with you." She nodded. "I'm sorry to interrupt, what were you guys talking about?" Her eyebrow's raised as I rested my head on Derek's shoulder. I'm nowhere near as intimidating as Derek. But three years on the run had made me tough and an amazing actress. Maybe it also had to do with the fact that I wasn't the shy, squeaky fifteen year old girl with blond hair anymore. My hair was longer than I had ever had it before, and it was dark as Derek's. It also probably had something to do with the glasses. They were fake but still, they strangely were an amazing confidence booster.

I glared at her through the fake lenses, and could tell she was sizing me up. Oh yea High school drama just what any normal teen needs right? But then again, I wasn't normal.

"Movies. There was a trailer on tv over there for the new slasher flick." Derek mumbled the whole time paying no attention to our little stare down and continuing to eat his pizza.

"Oh! That one with the psycho escaping from the mental institution?" I said grabbing one of his fries off his plate. "Yea I heard the story is horrible but the cinematography is ground breaking."

"Yea I was just saying to Derek that a bunch of us are going to the midnight release. The more the merrier." She said smiling at Derek.

"Sounds fun." Derek said absentmindedly. "Interested?" He cocked his head towards me.

"Hmm…I'm sure Simon and Tori would love to go too."

"Great. See you there." She said to Derek, not me, and stood up.

"So I see, that's how it is!" We all looked behind us to see an angry Tori glaring at me. "Can't stand to hang out with me for barely ten minutes without running off to your boyfriend." Her eye's went to Angie who was now giving her the evil eye. "Oh." Tori laughed. "Oh I see how it is." Angie glared at her for a bit more and then turned and walked away. Tori patted me on the head. "Hurry up lets go get your cd's so we can go home. Let's go Gruesome." She said slapping Derek on the back of his head.

I went to stand up but Derek grabbed my arm. "Wait."

His face was glued to the tv, that he had no problem hearing from this far away. Me and Tori looked from him to the tv and back again. Tori's face became serious. She had learned when it was time to be quite around Derek when his face was locked like that. Like a wolf stalking it's pray. Soundlessly we moved closer so as to let our mortal ears catch the conversation on the news.

"Breaking news from the Midwest. Major un-forewarned power outages leave towns shocked and in distress. Hundreds injured and dozen left dead after strange electromagnetic waves caused sizeable earthquakes leaving scientist and experts baffled. They are saying that there is no way to chart these occurrences because any attempt has failed with the scientific equipment refusing to work near any of the recent hot spots. Authorities are urging everyone near any resent hotspot to take immediate safety percussions for the next few days as the matter is resolved….

I looked at Derek who had closed his eyes, thinking.

"Whatever it is. It doesn't sound good." Tori said all manner of sarcasm completely absent in her voice.

"No." Derek said. "No not at all." Derek growled.

"Better cut this trip short, then. According to that map were pretty close to one of the last earthquakes." Tori sighed grabbing my arm and tugging me towards the parking lot. Derek rubbed his neck trying to push out the built up tension. He grabbed my hand and lead the way towards the car. "At least this trip wasn't completely useless. Here ya go Big Bro." She handed him a fancy little gift bag. "A gift just for you!" Derek growled at her but took the bag when she nearly hit him over the head with it.

I smiled faintly. Secretly praying that whatever was happening was over soon. As we passed one of the stores I caught glimpse of a familiar red head. Jade. A girl from school that had made it her duty to make me feel included. She was nice. A little to forward but all and all, I liked her as friend. She saw me instantly and waved. I waved back before being pulled away with Derek and Tori.

Chloe must have been in a quite a rush not to stop and say hi. Jade thought as she watch the trio move towards the parking lot. It didn't matter much. She'd see her tomorrow at homeroom anyway.

"Do you know that girl?"

Jade looked over her shoulder to see her grandmother standing a little too close. It's not that she didn't like her she was just too much a stranger to her. And the fact that she look far too young to be her grandmother. The lady had some work done to her face, which was an obvious fact.

"Yea, Chloe Blake. She real nice. Why do you care?" Jade said folding her arms. Her grandma had shown up out of the blue just hours ago demanding they share some girl time together and suggested shopping. The last time she had seen her was at her thirteenth birthday party, in which the whole time all she did was ask her annoying questions that had made no sense at all.

Then her grandmother smiled. Jade felt uneasy, instinct was telling her to back away but she didn't out of pure politeness. "Well well well. I guess this trip was worth it after all."

"What?" Jade glared at her confused. But her grandmother didn't take any notice. She had her phone out and was dialing faster than even jade could.

"Hey, John. It's me. I found her…..yup two others were with her a tall boy and dark haired girl. I'm sure it's her. Trust me….yup We'll be on the next flight out of here." She shut the phone with a loud snap. "Now deary," She looked over at her Granddaughter her eyes filled with excitement. "Could you be a sweetheart and take me to miss Chloe's house?"

Jade starred at her for a long time before wetting her lips to talk. "And why do you need to go there?"

"Oh let's just say that I've got a preposition for her and her little friends."

Jade felt uneasy with everything. Her grandmother, her interest in Chloe Blake, and more importantly the way her grandma's face literally didn't move with her wickedly…somehow otherworldly smile.

Hello there, real quick-I Do not Own Darkest Powers. If you haven't read the series yet I suggest you do cause they are awesome.

I've been debating long and hard on what to write. You see im in art student and my assignments take up a lot of my time. But writing somehow helps me relax so that's why I wrote my first fanfic in the first place. I thought of different series and tried to start a few but for some reason I cant get out of a darkest powers mood. I think it's because I relate a lot with Chloe and her personality. So I'm starting this sort of kind of sequel to see what the reception is on it. I just enjoy writing stories I think about werewolves and I felt that my first fanfic didn't have enough action in it and this one might give me the opportunity to do that.

Anywho real quick the title "Daimonic". I thought long and hard for a title and when that didn't work I went to Wikipedia till I found something that fit. The description for Diamonic Wikipedia is this:

The idea of the daimonic typically means quite a few things: from befitting a demon and fiendish, to motivated by a spiritual force or genius and inspired. As a psychological term, it has come to represent an elemental force which contains an irrepresible drive towards individuation. As a literary term, it can also mean the dynamic unrest that exists in us all that forces us into the unknown, leading to self-destruction and/or self-discovery.

So just in case you were wondering why the heck I choose that title.

Review if you like. I'm curious to see if anyone still enjoys my rambling. Thanks for reading.