AN: Hey people, fans, omigos. (sorry if I spelled that wrong, I am learning french not spanish) This is a new story. And just to let you know, it has nothing to do with Kelley Armstrong's plot. Besides the gang being them supernatural selves and Lyle House. Okay, so here's the first chapter.

Chloe's POV

If you think waking up to an insanely annoying alarm clock, you were wrong. Talk about rude awakenings. Today was the Lyle House's official 3 month camping trip. Joy. Those who were going are Simon, Tori, Liz, Rae, and Derek. Only Mrs. Talbot and Dr. Davidoff and John were coming. John was a nature-lover. And he knew how to handle a gun. I shivered and heard a thump as the alarm kept going. Then an 'oomf'.

"Ugh, Chloe! Turn off the damn alarm clock!"

That was Tori for ya.

I frowned and hit the off button. Then I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I was still very new here and Tori was moved to my room in hopes of us getting along. Hmm, let's see . . . it's not working. I got up and rushed to my dresser. I picked out the remaining outfit and sprinted for the shower, knowing it wouldn't be open for long. I swung the door open and padded down the hallway . . . and ran into a wall. Well, a human wall. Derek, the human wall.

"S-s-s-sorry," I stuttered.

He scowled, though it was already on his face, and kept walking. I furrowed my brows. A simple You're welcome would be quite pleasant.

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I took my shower in good time and dressed for the occasion. I retreated to the kitchen for some pancakes that I knew were being cooked. I inhaled the warm aroma and sat at the island. I stabbed the pancake with a fork and lifted it onto my plastic plate. I drenched it in syrup and dug in. I finished it hastily and left to retrieve my bags.

"Campers! To the living room!"

I sighed and walked in with my heavy, two, bags. I set them down and sat on the polished wooden floors.

John was in the middle of the room stroking his fully grown lumber-jack beard, "Campers, we live in five minutes, so you better have everything ready."

"Sir, yes, Sir," I muttered.

I heard a chuckle and looked to my right. It was Derek. Could he possibly be laughing at my comment? I shrugged it off and stood. I carried my bags to the van and stuffed them into any space I could fit it. I stole the sleeping bag and pillow from it and went to sit in the back. I planted myself onto the bench seat in the very back and propped my pillow up against the window. The car consisted of two bench seats and the two front bucket seats. Something mixed with cloth and hard, thick plastic hit my head not so gently. Ow. It throbbed and I heard a subtle, not meant, sorry. I turned to see Tori smiling. Of course, my enemy. I shrunk in my seat and leaned against my supportive pillow. Simon was next to enter the van after Tori sat herself infront of me. Simon saw me and immediately scurried back, "Hey, you excited?"

I laughed humorously and said, "Not at all."

He smiled and sat down beside me. Tori turned around, resting her chin on the head rest and asked Simon, "Why aren't you sitting up here?"

He rubbed his neck, frustrated, "Uh, I wanna get to know Chloe."

You could so tell it was and excuse. A terrible but clever and probably true excuse. I leaned against my pillow once again and closed my sleep ridden eyes. I slept soundly and woke up to a dark van. We must've stopped for gas or something. I checked my watch. 10:30. I groaned. P.M. sucks. And at the same time doesn't. The plus is sleep the down is stinging eyes and just asking for my clumsiness. I looked around . . . apparently I faired to noticed I was not alone like I had thought. Derek was next to me. Where Simon had been. I asked warily, "What're you doing right here?"

He smirked, "I know you're so disgusted. I moved here because I had more room."

I nodded and leaned a little but unnoticably closer to the window. "Where did all the others go?"

He grunted, "Store. Food. Eat."

"And you didn't want to go?" I asked this fairly curious question.

He shook his head, "Nope," he said popping the P.

I turned to look out the window. Nothing but trees and darkness.

"What're you in Lyle House for?" Derek asked.

I cringed, "I-I-I-I-I-"

"Slow down. You don't have to tell me if you don't wabt to."

I relaxed my tensed muscles.

"H-h-h-how about you? Why're you in Lyle House?"

He tensed and said sternly, "None of your busuiness."

I nodded and turned to the window just everyone who had left gethere in the van. Except John, he had his own car. And it was filled with the tents and guns of his.

Simon hurried to the back, "Oh good, you're up."

He tossed a twinky at me, "Eat up!"

Then a huge bag of doritos at Derek.

"Okay guys and girls, five minutes to campgrounds," he announced.

Everyone cheered except me and Derek. I wasn't very fond of the outdoors.

About five minutes later, we arrived at the camping site. I hopped out of the van and tried unsucessfully walking. I immediately face-planted in the dirt. Ouch.

A hand grabbed my elbow. I looked up to see Simon helping me to my feet. I nodded in thanks and he smiled then I heard what sounded like a growl. I looked around Simon to see Derek on edge and angry. I shrugged it off and we headed to our new camp site.

AN: Okay so how did you like it? If you wanna read some more of my stories, I have a crossover with DP and Twilight and a Mortal Instruments book. I'll have the next chapter up by Tuesday or so. Thanks Fans! - ashley