Disclaimer: I do not own the Darkest Powers, Kelley Armstrong does.

AN: So , I decided to clean this up a bit. I just fixed the grammar and spelling mistakes. But I did change the ending. I had it conclude and deleted the sequel. I didn't know what I wanted to happen in the sequel, so instead of leaving it unfinished, I deleted. The only part of this that changed was the last paragraph or so of the final chapter. Its where I added the new ending.

There are two things you need to know.

One, magic is taboo. No one and I mean no one is allowed to have it. Unfortunately magic isn't hereditary, so you can't just kill off the parents in hopes their child won't have it. It just appears. So, people have learned to keep it hidden from the Government. Some aren't so lucky though. The unlucky ones are sniffed out by the hunters the Government hired, and killed. The lucky ones live their life in fear that they'll be discovered. There aren't many ways to discern a person with magic from a person without magic. Outside of the obvious of seeing them perform it, the only other way is their veins. If you look closely you can see the sparks of magic running through them.

The second thing you need to know is I have magic. My name is Chloe Saunders and this is my life.

I stretched my arms above my head and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I could hear Aunt Lauren down stairs rattling dishes as she made breakfast. I slipped out of bed and looked for something to wear. I found everything but one shoe. I glanced at my bedroom door and hoped that Aunt Lauren didn't decide to come up here. I flicked my hand and pictured my shoe. It nudged its way out of a pile of dirty clothes. I quickly put in on and laced it. It was dangerous for me to use magic. Especially here. Aunt Lauren worked for the Government and she didn't know I had magic. My dad also worked for the government. He was higher up than Aunt Lauren and was rarely home. If the Government found out they were harboring me, they could be killed also. I opened my door and was immediately attacked by a little kid.

"Morning, Chloe." My cousin said, while hugging me around the waist. His parents had magic and were killed a year or so after he was born, like my mother, so he lived with us.

"Hey, Drew." I ruffled his hair and walked towards the stairs. He bounced along behind me.

"We're having lemony poppy muffins for breakfast." He said.

I smiled. Lemon poppy seed muffins are my favorite.

"Morning, Aunt Lauren." I said upon entering the kitchen.

"Morning Dear." She said, handing me a plate of muffins.

"Thanks." I took the plate and sat down at the table. Drew crawled onto my lap and reached for one of my muffins. With his arm stretched out in front of me I noticed something. The veins in his arms sparked. I swallowed hard. Drew had magic. He would start using it soon. Without being able to control it. I wasn't that young when I found out, so I knew to keep it a secret. Drew wouldn't be able too. Not at his age. And if Aunt Lauren or Dad found out. I shivered at the thought.

"Are you ok, Chloe?" Drew asked.

I squeezed him gently. "I'm fine Drew."

But I knew I wasn't fine.

DPOV

I flexed my fingers around the hilt of the gun. It wasn't a real gun, just a tranquillizer one. I wasn't allowed to kill them. My job was to tranq them, and bring them to the Government for a public execution. I had been up since five this morning in training. I loved my job. The thrill of the chase was exciting. And maybe I felt bad for the people who were killed but magic wasn't allowed so I believed in fair punishment. I mean the Government doesn't allow robbers and murders to roam the streets freely.

My stomach growled. I was long overdue for a good breakfast. I took a shortcut to the nearest café and slipped inside. The guys wouldn't miss me. I sat down in a booth

And glanced over the menu. The waitress approached slowly and warily. People didn't like hunters. But I think they were more afraid of the magic then they were of us so we were accepted. I ordered a plated of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and toast with a large glass of ice cold milk. One great thing about being a hunter was I didn't have to pay. Special privilege the Government provided. I brushed a few crumbs off my uniform and left. Now that my stomach wasn't growling anymore I could focus on the job at hand. I was tipped off that someone near here had magic. I just had to figure out whom.

"You there, Derek." His walkie-talkie squawked to him.

"I'm here, Simon. What do you need?"

"I think I found one."

"Where at?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

"The park, at the playground."

"I'm on it." Simon was still in training, and wasn't allowed to tranq them. I should still be in training but with my strength and everything, I easily passed all training courses and tests.

I entered the park 15 minutes later.

"Simon, what do they look like?"

"Umm, little boy. Brown hair, really messy. Red jacket. On the playground."

"Thanks, Simon; I think you eliminated all but half the boys here." I said as I looked around the playground with tons of brown haired boys in red jackets.

"He's playing with a girl. Could be his sister. Really hot. Kind of short. Blonde hair with red streaks."

"Got it." How could I have not gotten it? She was beautiful. Her short blonde hair framed a pale face. She was small and skinny. She had the kind of helpless look about her that made it seems as if she needed saving. But I could see the strength in her as she looked around trying to protect the little boy. Her eyes stopped when they reached mine. I swear she looked panicked but it passed too quickly for me to catch. She turned back to the little boy and said something to him. He smiled and hoped off the swing. She took his hand and led him away from the playground and me.

"They're on the move." I said into the walkie-talkie. "See if you can stop them."

"Can do, bro."

I headed off in that direction, skirting the edge of the playground so I wouldn't scare anybody. By the time I reached the swings, they were quite a ways ahead of me. I picked up my pace, so did she. She dragged the little boy, trying to get him to go faster. She crossed the street and was half way down the next by the time I reached the stop light. I waited impatiently for the light to change so I could cross. I sighed wearily. This was going to be harder than I thought.

CPOV

I decided to take Drew to the park today. He always loved the swings. I really wished I had thought it over. I had been watching the whole time making sure he didn't use magic and making sure no one was watching us. Drew was chasing a butterfly. He started crying in frustration when he couldn't catch it. Magic was linked with emotions, so of course as soon as he burst into tears, about four or five butterflies appeared out of thin air around him. He opened his eyes and clapped happily but it was only an illusion and disappeared after five minutes. I looked around anxiously to make sure no one saw. Thankfully, all the parents where to wrapped up in their kids and everything to be paying them any attention. I took Drew to the swings and stood by the side and continued my watch. That was when I saw him. He was cute. His long black hair fell in front of his eyes. At this distance I couldn't tell what color they were only that they were light. He was really tall at least a good foot taller than me which doesn't take much. He also looked very strong. He was also a hunter. He was wearing the standard black uniform with the silver buttons down the middle and his gun was on his hip. I turned back to Drew.

"Hey, do you want to go home and order a piece and watch some movies." Drew was a pizza addicted.

"Yeah, yeah." He said hopping up.

"Alright, but we have to get home fast. Ok? I'm going to time us. If we get home in less than 10 minutes I'll order cheesy breadsticks."

"Ok." he said.

I grabbed his hand a pulled him along walking fast. I kept glancing back and sure enough the hunter was following me. I picked up speed, so did he. We made it across the street and when I looked back he was stuck at the stop light looking very frustrated. I didn't slow down my pace. I took shortcuts and went different ways to throw him off my trail. But he was relentless. Every time I turned around he was there. I squeezed Drew's hand. I turned down an alley and cried when it was a dead end. The guy was quickly closing in. I wouldn't have time to run before he reached the mouth of the alley. We were trapped. He came into site and took one step closer to us. I pulled Drew behind me. What were we going to do?

AN: Well, I hope you liked it. I made this one longer to make up for the short prologue. I hope the cliff hanger was good too. Don't forget to review.