Chloe's POV

We finally defeated the Edison Group! We were finally through with them. But sadly the excitement over their defeat was short-lived when we started running from the Cabals. We had just made it out when they arrived. We ran down the street quite a bit before Kit - Simon and Derek's dad - Aunt Lauren, Derek, Tori and Simon all found and climbed into the back of Kit's van. We were now once again leaving Buffalo and heading in the direction of...I don't know.

"Where are we going, dad?" Simon asked from the middle seat of the van. Aunt Lauren and Kit were up front while Derek and I were seated at the very back.

When I asked Liz to watch over Derek while I helped deal with the Edison Group members who had killed Gwen and Andrew, I spent no time thinking about anything but the safety of him. My biggest concern was that he would turn into his werewolf self and risk getting himself caught while trying to help us. But he showed up just before Tori's mom, Diane, could do anymore to us.

After we found Kit's van, Liz disappeared somewhere. I didn't try summoning her because we hadn't stopped anywhere since we started driving. I could try when we finally stopped somewhere long enough for her to find us, so I could talk to her.

Aunt Lauren would glance in the rear view mirror up front and look back to see me and Derek. We were just sitting in the back of the van, cuddling together. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close while I cuddled into his side. I'm glad Derek was over his puberty smack down. His hair was no longer as lanky and greasy as it was when I first met him at Lyle House and his acne had cleared up. He looked much better. Almost like someone looking a lot better having being sick for a long time.

"I got in touch with an old friend in Philadelphia," Kit said. "She has a safe house there and that's where we're going."

"Philadelphia?" Simon exclaimed. "That's almost a seven hour drive."

"We've been driving for an hour, kid," Kit says, "we're about half way there."

Suddenly I hear Derek's stomach grumble. I move my head away from him and look up to see his face turn red a little bit. He looks down at me and I smile, but he doesn't return it. He looks back up front.

"Can we stop somewhere for something to eat?" Derek asks. It's the first time I've heard his voice since we left Buffalo. He sounded tired and groggy and I wonder if he slept at all since we left.

"There should be some food in one of the bags in the back. Drinks should be in the cooler."

"Cool," Simon cheers as he reaches down for the blue cooler. He opens it and pulls out a bottle of Diet Coke. He takes out a few cans of soda and passes them back to Derek and me. I thank him with a smile and he winks at me.

Derek reaches around and sets a heavy looking duffle bag on his lap. He opens it and sighs with relief when he finds pizza wrapped up in tin foil, sandwiches, chips and of course, energy bars. He offers me a bag of chips and a sandwich, taking the pizza and handing the bag up front. Every digs in except for the adults up front.

3 1/2 Hours Later...

I'm shaken awake. I look out the window and see Kit driving along a bumpy dirt road past a brick wall gate and about half a mile into the trees. He stops just outside the large Victorian house. It looks almost identical to the old one we were at with Andrew. Tori and Simon rushed out, eager to escape the confines of the van while Derek and I took our time. When he was out, Derek offered me his hand and helped me climb out. I felt a warm sharp pain erupt in my lower back and I hissed.

"Are you okay?" Derek whispered.

I nodded and rubbed the site of the warmth. As we approached the front porch of the house, I noticed a skinny, older woman with shoulder-length wavy red hair, dressed like she was from the eighties standing there, smiling at Kit. When Kit got close enough, the woman came down the steps and opened her arms to him.

"It's so good to see you, Kit," she says, wrapping her arms around him.

"It's good to see you, too, Ruth." Kit kisses her cheek and lets her go to face us. "Everyone, this is Ruth. She's the owner of this house and is a Supernatural as well."

Ruth smiles at all of us. She waves for all of us to follow her inside. Derek takes my hand as we head inside.

Geesh, this place is just like Andrew's safe house. The furniture seems to be the only thing that looks different. Ruth shows us the living room, the kitchen, the two bathrooms in the house, and all of the bedrooms. She explains that she's a host fora few other Supernaturals on the run from the Edison Group. As it turns out, we'd be sharing this house with another witch, a sorcerer or two, a telekinetic half-demon and much to Derek's dismay - a werewolf.

After the tour of the house, Ruth explained that Tori and I would be sharing a room, which Aunt Lauren was pleased about. Derek, Simon and Kit would be sharing one and Aunt Lauren would be sharing with Ruth. Despite how exhausted we were, none of us wanted to sleep. To our relief, Ruth had dinner in progress so we were free to explore the property.

I followed Simon out back to check out the yard and found that the house was placed beside a lake. I don't know where Derek went and Tori insisted on a shower. We walked through the yard and came to a dock and sat down, watching the water wave.

"So what do you think?" Simon asks. I look at him. "About this place."

"I don't know," I say honestly. "Ruth seems nice, but it's a little unsettling at how much this place resembles the old one."

"Yeah," Simon says, looking at the water, "it's almost like walking into an old memory or something."

That's exactly how it felt. I felt like I was reliving our last day at our previous safe haven. Seeing Gwen's ghost, trying to find Simon and Tori - only to find Andrew leading me into an empty room and finding him dead in his own blood, realizing that it was his ghost I saw. My biggest negative reaction to this house was the feeling of betrayal. Being reminded of how the people who were supposed to help us just turned their backs on us and helped the Edison Group retrieve us for money. As if the safety of other Supernaturals meant nothing anymore. It was all about the experiments.

"Whoa, Chloe!" Simon's voice broke through my thoughts. "What's up?" he asks.

I frown. "N-Nothing, why?"

He reaches out and opens my hands. He turns them palm up and I can see the crescent shapes of my nails in my hands, blood pouring out.

"I-I-I-"

Simon gets to his feet and helps me to mine. "Let's go find a First Aid Kit."