Yo. You all know me. Famed Darkest Powers FanFiction author Jamie Kay Huntt. Yeah, well, here's another story. It's called Loved and Lost. I've needed something to keep me occupied, so this might become a full time story if y'all like it. Anyway, here you go. Currently a one-shot.
Macaela
Disclaimer: Since when did Kelley Armstrong die and make me owner of DP? Yeah, I didn't think so.
Death is inevitable. Even when you're me…
I loved, and lost the only person important to me. Derek was the one I wanted. And he never wanted me. I knew he didn't. He'd never shown any interest. I'd ask him something, and get nothing in response.
Sure, he'd talk to me when he needed something of me. Like getting Simon out of Lyle House or making sure the Edison Group didn't kill us. But that was it; nothing more, nothing less.
At least that's what it seemed…
On the night which Simon and I were supposed to go out, I made a fool of myself, and Simon ran off. Derek was beyond pissed. And that was that. And then when we had to attack the Edison Group, I was battling a guard.
I had a zombie on him. And it was doing okay. Until he pulled a move I wasn't expecting. A gun came out of his jacket and hovered mid-air. Then the trigger pulled.
Pain tour though my chest; the bullet hit me square in the shoulder. I screamed. My name was shouted in the background, and footsteps pounded in my direction.
A growl filled the air. Another shot followed; and then a thud. I scrambled up and pulled a James Bond, stealing the guard's gun and taking him down. Then I got to Derek. Blood pooled around him, and he lay still, unmoving.
Pulling his head into my lap, I just cried. There was no way he was going to come back to me. So I just left him. Left his body, and left my life behind. Just walked away to start over back, home with Dad…
I was sitting in class, doodling in my spiral while I absentmindedly flirted with Brent. When I got back, he jumped at me and asked me out. Heartbroken and needing a distraction, I said yes. It turned out okay. So I stayed with him. What was the worst that could happen?
"Have you met the new kids yet?" Brent asked.
"No. I didn't know we had new students," I replied.
"Oh. Yeah, there's, like, three sibling that are new in our grade."
"Okay."
The bell rang then, and we had to leave class. It was at least lunch. I could eat. But lunch was something I feared. I always saw Derek. Not his ghost. His ghost would have tried to talk to me. These images just stared at me and then faded away when I blinked. And I mainly saw them when I ate something.
And today wasn't the best day. As I exited the lunch line to sit down with Brent and Kari, I heard something I didn't want to hear.
"Ooh! Hey! Guys! Over here!" Kari shouted waving. When she did, three sets of footsteps headed to our table. "Come on take a seat!"
They did. I was looking down at my plate so I didn't look up. I could feel eyes watching me. Then Kari spoke again. "Chloe, have you met Tori, Simon, and Derek yet?" she said.
The names hit me like the bullet so long ago. Slowly, I looked up. Across from me sat two familiar faces. Simon and Tori…
I smiled slightly at them. Then I turned to Brent and said I'd be right back, and got up, leaving. I headed to the restroom. But before I could make it, somebody followed me. I stopped cold.
"Chloe…?" they whispered.
"Go away. Please. Just go away," I push out.
I started walking into the restroom, cutting off whatever they were going to say.
I was home now. I had gone home straight from lunch. I couldn't handle him being there. Not now. Not when I lived thinking he was dead for so long. So I walked home. I walked all the way home from A.R. Gurney. And just sat in my room and cried until I finally fell asleep.
I woke to pull a blanket over me only to find one on me. So I rolled over to check the time and see if Dad was home. The numbers on my clock were blocked; I couldn't see a damn thing. Thinking there was just a stack of pillows in the way, I pushed on the blockage. Instead of being pillows, and them falling off the bed, my hand hit a solid warm object.
No… Not this…
I rolled the other way until I fell out of bed, and then sprinted for the door. Of course, the thump of my body hitting the floor and my footsteps woke him up before I reached it. "Chloe," he said, "Why?"
"Why what?" I ground out.
"Today. Now. This. Why?" he said again.
"Derek… You've gone this long making me think you don't care and were dead. Don't do this. Just go away."
"No Chloe."
"Then make it right. Go back to the beginning. Go back to where you always wanted to say it, but didn't," I cried out.
He took a step closer. "I've always cared. But I'm not worth it. And yet, I can't control my bond with you. I — I want to start over with… I love you," he said quietly.
"After this long, you can't just say something that simple, and think I'll be with you in a heartbeat. I'm with Brent…"
"I know…"
He took another step closer, and wrapped his arms around me. I tried to pull back, but his arms held me in place.
Leaning closer. Eyes Closing. Pulse racing. His lips met mine, crushing. I just stood still, not breaking. Nibbling on my lip. Gasping. Teeth grinding. Tongues probing. I was kissing him back. And there was nothing I could do about it.
I missed him. And he knew it; and he knew I was just denying him because of what happened… But he caught me, letting me wrap around his finger. And there wasn't what Brent and I had. This… This seemed more…
He lifted me up, and walked backwards slowly, falling back on the bed, and rolling on top of me. All was quiet; he just stared into my eyes, cautious, questioning. I raised my lips to his ear, whispering, "I thought you would never do that. I thought you hated me. And then you were gone. Just like that. And I thought you never would."
"But I did," he whispered back to me. "I loved you. I lost you. I still love you. I won't lose you again."
I shook my head, "Stay with me, then."
"I will," he whispered, leaning in and giving me another kiss.
And, queue reviews. I would love to know if I should continue this. I might make it a series. But, I don't know. So, let me know in a Review or PM, and I'll get back to you. If enough people like it, I'll start a second chapter and see the response it gets.
Thanks.
Macaela
