Hey everyone!
I had an account under the pen name AnGeLdUsT194 but due to some personal stuff in my life I lost my writing and cant access my account. So I am starting it again from a second account I had that I could access. I have changed it and I feel made it a bit better. I will be uploading every Wednesday for this story and will be uploading every two weeks starting on Saturday for my other story: Home. Home will be the back story on how Lilly came to live with The Pack. It will be under crossovers for anyone who is interested. I am excited to get back to writing and hope everyone enjoys and reviews!
The characters Lilly, Claire and Melanie belong to me. Everyone else belongs to Kelley Armstrong who is absolutely amazing.
Without further ado...The story!
Chapter One: Normalcy
CHLOE POV
I pace back and forth in front of the dull grey door. Simon finds it amusing that I'm nervous. I find him annoying. I made the unfortunate mistake of saying that his spiky hair was beginning to get boring and make him look like a tween. He now styles his hair to sweep to the side like Justin Bieber. He jokes and pokes fun at my crazy colored hair often and we share secrets like best friends are apt to due.
I'm glad he's getting over me falling in love with Derek. Their dad Kit watched us wearily as we bantered back and forth, me never stopping my pacing and Tori never looking up from her Glamour magazine. Our odd ball family only seems to be growing. Tori and Simon bicker like siblings and Aunt Lauren mothers Tori about as much as she does me.
The flirtation Tori had for Simon has become a long forgotten part of the past, when we all thought we were normal.
I made my way back towards my family; passing the door that kept me apart from Derek. I shouldn't be nervous. Derek is one of the smartest guys I know and has the memory of a computer. Without the delete option.
Due to a scheduling error he was now taking his written exam, mandatory is this small backwoods town in New York. The actual driving test he finished this morning with flying colors. The fact that I am currently nervous for my boyfriend to pass his driving test makes me feel a bit like my old self.
After finally getting my period at fifteen and finding out I can talk to ghosts and reanimate the dead I was sent to Lyle House. Officially labeled Schizophrenic. Now I know I am a genetically enhanced Necromancer. Thanks to Derek, Simon, and Tori we found our way out of there and found Simons dad Kit.
We found out that the Edison group, mad group of scientists like in the movies, experimented on us as infants. Some of our abilities were subdued into control. Like Simon and Tori's magic. Derek and I on the other hand had our powers blown out of control. Werewolves don't Change for the first time until they are eighteen. Derek changed not long after his sixteenth birthday.
Now with information of other kids out there like us; jacked up by the super villains of a crazy mad horror flick. We are setting off to help them control their abilities.
Turning back to begin my pacing I'm shocked to see a small girl about an inch or two shorter than myself. At first glance she looked about twelve. Pale and skinny. Yet she radiated a power I couldn't describe. If she only had golden blonde hair she could be described as an angel.
Inky black hair fell down over her shoulders to her hips. Her eyes took my breath away. Jade green. She almost looked familiar. As if I had met her before.
The light purple tank top did nothing to hide the scars that littered her body. From her collar bone, down her shoulders, and to the back of her wrist. Thick pink marks littered her pale skin. My pulse picked up. Could she be a ghost?
Her face held no emotion; and again the feeling of knowing her flooded through me. I almost didn't notice Simon standing up and making his way toward us. Or the fact that Kit had grown extremely rigid in his seat.
Staring silently the small girl watched Simon closely as if she recognized him. But as soon as her face showed this emotion it fell away.
"Lilly?"
Simon's voice sounds choked off. As if he is speaking through broken glass. The small girl shakes her head. There goes my theory of a new ghost friend.
After another minute of staring she turns and heads back to the small group of gorgeous people by the door.
"I thought you had to pee."
An older blonde man spoke loudly with a southern drawl. The girl didn't speak. Our eyes met one more time before she threw the door open and walked out.
After a few more seconds of standing there looking like he had seen a ghost. Simon walked over to his dad and sat down. A few more minutes later and Simon was back to his teasing self. I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew that girl.
I stood right in front of the grey door and had it been anyone other than Derek opening it I would have been knocked over. Somehow those wolfy sense of his told him I was there. His familiar forest scent filled my nose as his arms slipped around my sides to show me the paper in his hands. At the top of his paper in red ink, 'PASSED'.
I smiled huge and turned to give him a quick peck. My body melted against his as his arms wrapped tightly around me. I never felt safer than when I was near him. Then again having a boyfriend/bodyguard who can Change into a 200 pound wolf can do that to a girl.
His usually sharp features are soft as he smiles down at me. He has grown into his looks quite well since Lyle House. Not that he was ever ugly, he just needed to mature into his looks. His change made the maturity much more noticeable. He now had enough muscle showing that even in his human form he could rip a door from its hinges or throw a train. O.K. maybe not the train part but still. His puberty smack down had receded leaving a man version of himself left.
I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts and focus on what Derek is saying to me.
"Let's get this stupid picture thing done with," his voice rumbles near my ear making all sane thoughts flee. Just like those lovesick girls in the movies.
Tori still flips the pages of her magazine while noisily chomping on her bubble gum. Derek's warm arm folds me into his chest; my new favorite place in the entire world. Halfway to the large desk area filled with people waiting in line Derek pulls me to a stop.
His face is tilted down, his nostrils flared slightly.
"What's wrong?"
He stays eerily still for a moment. I start to panic. Have they found us already?
"I thought I smelled something, but never mind, it's nothing."
He shoots me a full smile, one of the beautiful rare ones reserved for only me. My stomach flip flops. To pass the time waiting in line we name all the other things in the world we'd rather be doing.
By the time I get to 'running from zombies' the pudgy red haired woman at the desk quirks her eyebrow at me. Quickly Derek fills out the forms and pays for his brand new license.
The lady has to readjust the camera to accommodate for Derek's inhuman height.
"Let me double check the mailing address real quick, don't want to accidentally mail your license to the wrong place."
The woman, Lydia, smiles warmly while tapping away at her decrepit computer.
"P.O. Box 125, in Bear Valley right?"
Derek affirms this and signs the paper for the woman before turning with a gruff, have a good day.
"I thought we agreed you should do the thinker pose."
"Simon, I wasn't joking when I said I would break some fingers if you brought that up again."
Simon just laughs at the threat. He had been begging Derek to pose as the thinker and he would when Kit let him get his license, 'so they could match', was Simons argument for it. Derek cursed at him under his breath.
"Chloe and I wanted to go out for dinner as a celebration. Is it okay if we head out now so we can be back before dark?"
Kit seemed a bit put out.
"I thought maybe your brother and I could take you out. But I guess it's alright. Just let me check with Lauren."
My aunt had a bad habit of being over bearing. Said trait only got worse when she realized Derek and I had made it official. We stood in a group by the van looking like four normal teens. Tori and I read from her magazine while Derek and Simon talked about cars. Halfway through an article about Angelina and Brad's babies Kit came back. His smile told me she said yes.
"Your aunt said it was okay to let you go. Just as long as you both have your phones. Text us to let us know where you will be and when you will be heading back. Oh and keep your hands to yourself. No werewolf babies."
My face lit up like the sun. Kit held his hands up in a peace sign to Derek.
"Laurens words not mine. Have fun."
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