A/N: Heyyy guys! It's been so long since I wrote on FanFiction. Well, I'm back, and I reallly hope you like this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Darkest Powers. That belongs to Kelley Armstrong.

Prologue

Chloe stared straight ahead at the wall, her hand moving at an alarming speed across the page, pencil in hand.

"Yes," the voice in her head whispered. "You're doing well.."

Chloe abruptly stopped writing and stared at the pages the voice had her write, her small, neat handwriting filling every empty spot on the paper.

"I don't know what to write next," Chloe muttered to herself.

The Voice in her head showed her a scene that played in her mind, and she knew what to write next. The scene ended, and Chloe began writing out the scene. Her pencil flew across the paper, locked in the trance once more.

*One Week Later* Chloe's POV

I finished writing on the sheet, the Voice that was in my head slowly leaving my mind. I looked down at the forty-nine 'chapters' I'd written. Or, the forty-nine 'chapters' the Voice had me write. As I straightened the pile of papers that had been steadily growing since last week, I felt that strange tingly feeling you get when you think someone's watching you.

I whipped my head around to find Tori watching me from the doorway to our room.

"Finally awake, huh?" she said.

"I was never asleep," I countered.

She rolled her eyes. "I meant you snapped out of that... trance you were in. Lucky thing, too. Derek and Simon were getting pretty worried."

I nodded. "Oh. But why were they worried?"

Tori sighed. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you stared straight at that wall for 10 days, maybe more, writing page after page without eating, sleeping or drinking?"

I nodded again. "I see."

She came into the room and peered over my shoulder at the pages. "So what is it?"

"I-I'm not sure," I admitted.

Tori raised her eyebrows. "How can you not be sure?"

"T-there was this v-voice in my head," I said, stuttering again. "I-it was kind of t-telling me to write t-this."

I straightened the papers and set them on the desk.

"Huh." Tori said. "Well, let's see it!" She locked me in a binding spell - really? - and lunged for the stack of papers. She snatched them up and the spell unlocked. I reached for the papers but she held them away.

"Hey!" I yelled.

"You want it, come and get it!" Tori shouted back, even though we were in the same room. She held it above her head, jerking out of my way every time I jumped and made a grab for it.

"My God, Tori," I said, exasperated. "Why do you want it so badly?"

"I want to see the reason you spent over a week holed up in here," she said.

Just then, Simon walked in. "Hi - what's going on?"

"Tori won't give me back my papers!" I said.

"Come on, Tori." Simon said. "Give them back."

"Why should I?" Tori snapped.

Simon sighed. "If you won't give them to Chloe..." He got a mischievous glint in his eyes and a crooked smile spread on his face. "Give them to me!"

Tori passed the papers to Simon and he sat down right there, on the floor.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to read it, out loud, so we can all hear," Simon said simply.

Tori grinned. "I'm up for it."

I slumped my shoulders, looked at the floor and mumbled a dejected, "I guess."

"Cool, thanks, Chloe." Simon flashed me a grin. He turned to the doorway. "Derek!" he yelled.

Derek appeared in the doorway, hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face. "What?"

"We're gonna read that thing Chloe's been working on forever!"

I crossed my arms. "Only... twelve days."

"I have stuff to do," Derek said.

"Like what?" Simon asked. "Explore the motel?"

Derek's scowl deepened and he muttered, "Fine."

"I'm reading first!" Simon yelled. I sighed, Derek sat down next to me and Simon read the first page.