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Her dreams were telling her what she really wanted…she just couldn't interpret it properly. You see there's darkness in her that she herself doesn't know she possesses. She thought she wanted him, but deep down she knew…she knew she just wanted him dead.
She was obsessed with those vibrant green eyes full of indescribable emotions…she wanted to see them twist and contort into pain, terror and fear. She was in love with his muscles, rippling, big and noticeable even through the baggy shirts. She smirked at the thought of him hiding his massive body in hopes of being less scary. Although she loves those muscles she really just wanted to see the blood, his blood drip down those massive muscles of his.
Oh, no…she isn't evil, not at all, Chloe had just given in to the cold, dead and dark powers she harboured within. Being a necromancer isn't all fun and games. It's a constant power struggle for ones sanity. That's why necromancers are so rare they often kill themselves…just like her uncle Ben.
Now see, Chloe nearly overheated at the sound of Derek's voice but the mere thought of him screaming, panting and gasping in pain melted her.
Chloe, good-natured, always smiling, optimistic Chloe, she could never think such things, far too nice…to innocent. This isn't Chloe anymore, this is the necromancer. Chloe lost the battle for her mind yet stayed strong and refused to kill herself. No this was the necromancer in control now, this was death in all of her sick, twisted, demented and sadistic glory.
Chloe was gone. Derek has lost his mate, his one and only love and all Chloe-no, Death… yes… all Death could think of was Derek, a werewolf, being slowly killed by what used to his lover, his mate. Death could only laugh at her irony. You see Death had gotten bored of sitting around all day killing off people in no special ways. So she decided to switch it up a little. Why not take over that little necro girl? She thought to herself. She's powerful and a werewolf's mate…I could have fun with that… so you see, this really isn't Chloe, this is far too mean-no, far too cruel to be Chloe.
Yet, there it was, at the back of their minds, they knew there was something unmistakeable and so familiar in her eyes that this had to be Chloe, there was no other possibility. And that's when it clicked: she had intentionally lost the fight for her sanity. She liked it no….she loves it. She loves this. The death that surrounds her; It's like her pride and joy. She doesn't want to let it go and Derek will never let her go…
Looks like we have two psychopaths now…JOY!
DISCLAIMER: I will admit, however reluctantly, that i dont own Darkest powers