Her Dork in Aluminum Foil

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A/N: Okay, sooo, this is an entry for 12's weekly contest thing. The theme is Derek's POV in a part of either "The Summoning" or "The Awakening". After some debating, like two days worth of it, I finally chose a part that I wanted to do. I chose the part in "The Summoning" when Derek rescues Chloe from the crawlspace. The dialogue was quite tricky. I tried to stick to the format of the books as far as dialogue goes as much as possible. So, here we go!

DPOV

The others left to go swimming. Naturally, I'm left behind. I am not allowed to go because pretty much all of the staff here thinks that I am a menace to society and that it would "interfere with my recovery process". What a load of crap. From what Dad has told me, nobody ever "recovers" from being a Werewolf. I certainly don't blame them for being afraid of me, hell, I'm sometimes afraid of myself.

I heard earlier that Chloe wasn't allowed to go because she had been caught in the attic at night. Why won't she just accept the fact that she's a necromancer, plain and simple? I guess females are a little harder to convince, especially when the person doing the convincing is correct. Not that I have any experience with members of the opposite sex, I just hear it from my girl-crazy brother. Anyways, enough about my girl-crazy nut of a brother. I just heard Tori saunter up the stairs on the other side of the house. Wait, I thought she went swimming. I wonder why she stayed behind. Just then, I heard Mrs. Talbot ask Tori if she wanted a heating pad for her cramps. That's the lovely thing about being what I am, I hear things that I'm not supposed to hear. Just like I didn't need to hear about Tori and her "Girly Problems". No matter how fake her claim is. I guess my plans of wandering around this hell hole were out the window. I suppose I can just chill out in here until Simon gets back, or when my stomach tells me it's time to eat another herculean amount of food.

Chattering interrupted my thoughts about what I was going to do for my next Biology project. I instinctively perked up a little and heard Chloe and Tori talking. Whatever the queen bitch is up to, it'll be nothing that ends well. All I know is that she isn't trying to make Chloe her new BFF or anything. Despite Tori's motives, I should probably stay out of it. Besides, catfights aren't really my thing. They're Simon's. He's the ladies man of the family, not me. I grabbed my iPod and a book out of my bedside table and lost myself to the words on the paper and the music in my ears.

I was just getting to the good part and my stomach started rumbling. GOD! Can't I go two hours without eating something? I guess not. Snack time it is! I jumped off my bed and made my way into the kitchen. When I got there, there wasn't all that much to choose from. I decided that I wanted granola bars. I soon found what I was looking for. I took the whole box and was about to escape to my room again when I heard a noise. It sounded something like a muffled scream. I also heard a groan, something along the lines of "Help Me". I guess the Granola bars can wait, this was much more interesting. The sound came from the basement, I know that much. I headed down the basement steps, as I did, I caught the scents of both Tori and Chloe.

I think that it is highly unlikely that they were doing laundry together. I got to the end of the stairs and went into the laundry room. I heard some more shuffling and a bang, like a head off a beam or a pole. This isn't good. There was no sign of Chloe or Tori in the laundry room. I could still smell the two of them. Tori's scent was faint, but Chloe's was quite strong, like she was still down here. I also smelled something else. I recognized it almost instantly, decomposing bodies. Where on earth could Chloe be, and why do I smell dead bodies? I sniffed around some more and a small door caught my attention. The crawl space. There must be bodies buried under here. What does Chloe have to do with…..? SHIT! I need to get in there!

I surveyed the door. It was locked, obviously. I ran, as silent as a huge 6"3 werewolf could run, up the stairs to get the keys. I rushed back down and unlocked the door. You know how when you try to do anything intricate with your hands in a hurry and you end up taking twice as long? I fell victim to that ironic annoyance. As soon as I got the door open, I had enough sense to only close it halfway. I turned away from the door, I could smell Chloe now, and multiple rotting corpses. I searched frantically, and then I spotted her. I smell a faint whiff of Tori down here as well. Now I know what that bitch was planning. What person in their right mind would tie a poor girl up in a crawlspace? A spiteful Tori, that's who. I knew that I had to approach Chloe as non-threatening as possible. She scares so easy.

Wait, is that a CORPSE crawling up her leg? She was screaming against her gag, obviously terrified. She kicked the body off of her as hard as she could. I needed to get to her. She probably has no idea that this was her doing. She tried, and failed to pull her gag off. She was crawling away from my line of vision. I managed to shout out.

"Chloe! Stop."

I caught up to her and was now standing above her. "It's" was all I could get out before she kicked me. "Goddamn it!" I hissed out. I forgot that she couldn't see me as well as I could see her. Stupid wolf senses! I spun her around and I took a hold of one arm, and then the other. I then said.

"Chloe, it's me. Derek."

I felt her collapse into my arms. I knew how terrified she must be. I immediately ripped the gag off of her mouth. Right after I did that, she scrambled up. She started to stutter.

"Th-th-there's-"

I know she was trying to say dead people, so in my impatience, I completed her sentence for her.

"Dead people, I know. They must have been buried down here. You accidently raised them."

Smooth one Souza, real smooth. She's shaking in her boots and you are telling her that it's her fault. Well, technically, it is her fault. But that doesn't matter right now! She started stuttering again.

"R-r-raised-"

I knew I shouldn't have told her that just yet. I just needed her to make them stop, now was not the time for explanations.

"Later, Right now you need to-"

Damn! She was seeing them, she wasn't listening!

"Chloe, focus!"

I grabbed her arms, pulled her close, and held her still. A short, weird feeling shot through me, but I chose to ignore it. I needed her to focus.

"They won't hurt you. They aren't brain-eating movie zombies, okay? They're just dead bodies with their spirits returned to them."

"I-I-I need to send them back."

"Yeah, that'd be the general idea."

I needed to stay calm, I was tensing up. I hope she couldn't feel it all that much. Jeez, who was I kidding, of course she could feel it. She rubbed her hands over her face. Covering it with dirt.

"O-okay, so how do I send them back?"

How the hell was I supposed to know? She's the necromancer, not me. I chose not to snap that at her. She must have picked up on my silence.

"Derek?"

"I……I don't know." I have to take control here, how should I know? "You summoned them Chloe. Whatever you did, undo it. Reverse it."

Great, I may as well yell at her, nice going! Freak her out even more than you already have!

"I didn't do-"

"Just try."

She closed her eyes and I heard her say: "Go back. Back to your afterlife. I release you." She repeated herself, but the thumping that I was sure she was hearing as well, kept coming closer to us. Then I heard.

"Help. Help."

At this, Chloe's eyes snapped open. All I could manage was an obligatory curse word or two. I tightened my grip on her and brought her an inch closer. I had that weird feeling again. I shook it off, yet another time. She needed some encouragement.

"Keep your eyes closed, Chloe. Just remember, they won't hurt you."

The body started touching her. I felt her tense under my grip. I guess she needs a little more encouragement.

"It's okay, Chloe. I'm right here. Keep going."

I needed to stay calm, If I freaked, then she would freak too, Which wouldn't make our present situation any better. Breathe, in and out. She squeezed her eyes shut again. After a short time, I heard the skeleton collapse. That was it. They were gone. I whispered.

"They're gone, Chloe."

She twisted sideways to unleash herself from the body's grip. I let her go. I sighed heavily and ran my hands through my hair. Should I ask if she's okay? It couldn't hurt I guess.

"Are you okay?"

"I'll live."

As took another breath, I knew that we had to bury the bodies again. I wondered how she'd react. I mustered up the courage to say.

"Guess we've got some work to do."

As we worked, she'd asked me how I found her. I only told her that when I knew Tori was staying behind, I figured something was up. I told her I checked in a bunch of places and ended up finding her. My explanation was pretty vague. I hope she bought it. The main question was, what to do about Tori? Her reply to the question was:

"Nothing."

"Huh?"

"I am going to act like nothing happened."

Her reply surprised me. Didn't girls usually want to get some evil type of revenge when someone wronged them? I guess she isn't as superficial as I thought.

"Yeah. If you blame her, thing will only escalate. Better to ignore her and hope she gives up."

"Pray she gives up."

We started out the door of the crawl space and went down the ladder. I let her go first. I asked her if there were any more clean clothes down here because I really didn't feel like explaining our dirt covered attire.

"One load in the dryer. That's it. Why-? Oh, right. Better not go upstairs covered in dirt. Most of what's in the dryer is yours so-"

Will any good luck be with me today? No, of course not! Mrs. Talbot had to find us down here.

"Chloe? Derek?"

Mrs. Talbot was standing in front of us in the laundry room.

"What are you two doing together? Derek, you know you're not supposed to-"

No shit Sherlock! Ever since that Fellows woman ratted me out, I was facing a transfer. Maybe more. I saw her stare landing on the state of our clothes.

"Dear Lord, what happened to you?"

I knew there was no use denying that we had been in the crawl space. We were both caked in dirt. I may not have had anything to say, but Chloe did.

"I was doing laundry, and D-Derek came down, looking for-"

"Go on, Chloe."

Dr. Gill stepped into the room and Chloe's eyes automatically snapped to her. We were really in for it now. Chloe continued her story.

"H-he wanted his shirt. I-I asked about stain stuff because I couldn't find any and I opened the closet to look, and Derek said it was usually locked. We f-found the ladder and the crawl space and we were curious."

From Dr. Gill's gaze, I knew immediately where her mind went. Of course it would go there. What else would two teenagers do in a crawl space? Talk about the weather? Yeah right. Even if Dr. Gill was implying that we were "exploring", I knew that this explanation was better than the real one, even if it was pretty damn embarrassing and very unlikely that Chloe would want to fool around with a freak like me.

"Oh, I bet you were curious," Dr. Gill said as she crossed her arms. "Kids your age are very curious, aren't they?"

"I-I guess so. We were exploring-"

Great, Chloe didn't get it. She would get the heavy implications in a few seconds though.

"I bet you were," Dr. Jill cut her off. I saw Chloe's facial expression change as it dawned on her. Would she play along? She turned a bit red and dropped her head, I guess she came to that same conclusion as I did. I didn't want to say anything. Nobody would listen to my side anyways. I was just a hormone addled teenager. Chloe then said.

"Yep, you caught us."

My only partial ally, Mrs. Talbot, seemed to believe them as well. If only I was Simon. If I was Simon, we probably would have gotten away quietly. Chloe probably wouldn't have been as embarrassed to be "caught" with Simon. Why do the pretty boys get all the luck? Because that's the way it has always been. Of course, I could never be a knight and shining armor like Simon. I could never hate Simon. He's my brother, and my best friend. I wish sometimes that the social aspect of life would come a little easier to me as it did to him. But, like society always portrays, I am just the dork in aluminum foil.

And there it is! It took me a LONG time to write this! I hope you enjoyed the story and thank you for taking the time to read it! So, Review! :) Press the button! Go On, you know you want to! lol! :P