Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own 13 Ghosts, but I really wish I did. I only own my OC characters, Beck (based on myself), Kat, Kay, Ami, and D.

"Can't you drive like a normal person?" I grabbed the arm rest so tightly that my whole hand turned white. Though the white was more or less caused by the fact I'd turned white as a ghosts because of the driving rather then my grip.

"I am driving like a normal person," D, short for Dillon, my best and only male friend smirked at me. Sorcerer or not, I wanted to hit him. I'd only been friends with him for a little under a year, ever since I learned what I was and what he was. D's hair was dirty blond and fell just a bit below his ears. His eyes were brown, but had flecks of green and blue in them. At one time, he would have been the kind of guy I'd have a crush on, but now I only saw him as a friend and fellow supernatural.

"Speeding is not normal," I half yelled, "at least not speeding like this."

"Oh grow up Beck," he sighed, "the other three aren't complaining." We both glanced at the last three members of our little group, or at least the three who had come with us on or little "drive around the country" trip we'd decided to go on for the summer, to see that all of them were sound asleep in the back seat of D's truck.

Ami, short for Amelia, had long red hair and green eyes that made her skin look a bit pale. She loved wolves like nobody else and was always drawing them. Ever since I'd stated seeing ghosts and changing into a wolf just under a year before, she'd been the one I'd wanted to tell the most, as I felt I could tell her anything, like and older sister.

Next was Kat. She'd never told us what it was short for, and none of us had asked. Her hair was brown with bits of blond from the time she'd dyed it the year before. Her blue eyes were protected by dark glasses and the only reason we knew her eye colour was because she had to take her shades off during school. All in all, Kat was the big question mark of the group.

Finally, there was Kay, the smallest of the group and the one we'd nicknamed Kitty (I was puppy, Ami was wolfy, and we hadn't come up with ones for D and Kat). She had sort, light brown hair that fell just below her shoulders in front. Kay was a little ball of energy when she wanted to be, witch was most of the time, but if you crossed her….well, not even the Gods cold help your sorry ass.

"That's 'cuz they're asleep," I muttered back in reply, looking ahead once more

"Since they're not going to hear," D cast a hesitant look my way, "can I ask you about how the search is going?"

I'd wondered when that was going to come up.

"Not so good," I sighed, "I'm not getting anything of use from the ghosts I have talked to." I'd have said more, but the car suddly spun out of control. I gripped my chair for all it was worth and closed my brown and yellow orbs tightly, praying that we'd all live.

All at once, everything became silent.

"You alright, Beck?" I opened my eyes to see D was looking at me concerned. I looked him over and he was alive, a bit of blood leaking from his nose, but he was alive. I turned to the now fully awake backseat to see they were all still alive and in one piece.

"I'm fine," I sighed happily; hand over my fast beating heart, "I'm alright."

"Well, I glad everyone's fine," D said after getting the a-ok from the whole car, "but I think the truck is toast." My gaze followed his to the front of the car that was smoking up a storm. The words "oh, shit" came to mind quickly.

"Shit," I hissed, getting out, followed by the rest and lead by D, "So what are we going to do now? Walk to the nearest gas station? Last sign I saw was, like, hours ago."

"We'll go to that house over there," D pointed to a house not far away that was lit up like the Fourth of July.

"Looks like someone's home," Ami said, looking at the house critically and I wondered if she could actually see it in the dark. I mean, I could 'cuz of my enhanced sight, but she was human.

"Then lets head there," Kay seconded, "I bet they have a phone. And food, too."

"Guess I'll have to make sure you don't have anything with sugar," Kat smirked, "that's all we need, Kitty to be more hyper then she normally is." Kay faked a cat like hiss in Kat's direction, a gesture the other freely returned.

"Let's get going before it starts to rain," I noted the dark rain clouds coming from behind us that made the night seem even darker and the other four nodded in agreement.

We talked about our next destination as we walked to the house, a seemingly endless trip.

"Finally," D and I breathed as we stood behind the other three who were looking at the house in front of us with wide eyes filled with amazement. I had to admit, the place looked cool, what with all the walls made of glass that had some kind of strange writing on them.

"So how do we plan on getting in?" D asked. Eyeing Kat like he thought she'd have a plan. When nobody said or did anything, he sighed and knocked on the door. Nothing happened for a second, but the doors slid open and we walked through after a quick glance at the others.

"So what's the plan?" I asked, eyeing the rack of swords in front of us. I loved swords, so what?

"I want food." Kay didn't wait for anyone to tell her no, she just walked off down one of the two hallways that would take us away from the front doors.

"We'll keep her out of trouble," Kat sighed and she left with Ami. I told them to be careful before D and I went the other way.

"So what do you think of this place?" I glanced at D from the corner of my eye before answering his simply question.

"This isn't a normal house," I said looking around at the glass walls around us, "the only smell of humans is really old, like a week old, and I can smell something really odd coming from the basement. Personally, I think we should just get out of here and I can run to get help for the truck." As soon as the words left my mouth, the walls started changing. I yelped as on wall nearly took off my arm at the shoulder.

"I second the getting out of here," D said after the house stoped moving.

"Too bad I don't think we can," I sighed, sniffing the air, "the only way from here are ways that lead to the odd smell, and I'm not in favor of finding the source of it."

"Then what are we going to do?" D asked after trying to crack the glass that had moved to block the way we'd come with one of his spells

"Let me try," I told him, not wanting him to hurt himself as he often did when he over used his powers. I punched the glass, but it stayed in one piece. I tried again, but the most that happened was the sheet of glass shook slightly.

"Well, so much for that plan," I growled at the spell-caster's words, "Look, let's just try to go as far as we can. If we get too close to the smell and you don't like it, we'll come back, but we can't stay here until the glass moves, if it moves."

"Fine," I growled, rubbing my left arm quickly. D's gaze fell to my hand and concern flooded his brown orbs.

"You're change is close, isn't it?" I nodded and he told me that he'd help me through it when the time came.

"Thanks," I told him, sending him a small half smile. The first time I'd changed was a week after I turned 18, and it was also the first time I'd seen a ghost. After that night, the underside of my hair had faded to white in under a week, and the tips of my hair in back, as well as a bit of my bangs, had darkened to black. In addition, my right eye had changed to yellow, just like a wolf's eye colour.

"Look at this living room." I looked up to find that I'd spaced out and D had moved into the living room. I followed him in to find a very large, very impressive room.

"It's nice," I muttered, starting to scratch my arm. It looked like my change was getting closer, as I could feel the fever coming.

"I think the words written on these walls are Latin," I looked up from my arm to see D tracing the words on the walls with his fingers, "they look like what Nathanial helped you write, the defensive spells so I could train to use my powers." Ah, Nathanial. He was the second ghost I'd ever seen and he'd educated me on the types so supernaturals that existed, or at least that he knew did. In life, he'd been a powerful necromancer, and in death he'd decided to help any supernatural that could see him, mainly necros and shaman.

"You're right," I replied, looking over his shoulder, "only thing is that I don't think these are the spells of witches or sorcerers. They've got this, like, evil aura coming off them. Nat always said that if the aura is bad, so is the person or thing the aura's coming from."

"Got to give them credit," a female voice said from behind us, "they know the spells are evil." D and I spun around to find four people standing in the doorway; two females and two males.

"Ghosts," I whispered after taking in the deep cuts on one of the women, the tight bindings on the other girl, the arrow threw the head of one of the males, a young boy, and the torn-off skin on the other male.

"So this place is haunted," I said aloud, "I knew we shouldn't have come in."

So there's chapter one, hope ya liked it.

Ami: I thought you said you weren't going to post anything until exams where over, your first one's tomorrow and you have two next week.

Yes, but I really wanted to at least post chapter 1 so I could see what the readers think of it and decide to either scrap the idea or change a few things.

Kat: Do what you want, it's your grades.

Kay: R&R people, and let Shiro know what ya like or hate in your review.

Oh, and just so ya know, Kat, Ami and Kay are based on three of my best friends, D is just a random character I created.