Ta-da! Here we are! Sorry for the wait, but Haunted's Chapter 10 really needed to get done. Anyways, here's Chapter 2!
Disclaimer:
Derek: *finishes chapter 1* Are you CRAZY?!
me: no
Derek: then why did you kill off Chloe?
me: *taps chin... grins* Because I felt like it!
Derek: and this is why you don't own Darkest Powers.
me: yeah, but I would've put you with Chloe in TA.
Derek: that has nothing to do with you not having ownership over me.
me: the next chapter is starting. Shut up!
Chapter 2- 'me'
I jolted awake, clutcching the amulet. I rubbed the cold, purple jewel. Its shine was lost, now reduced to a talisman hanging from a worn, silky ribbon.
A pound at the door woke me from my thoughts.
"Derek?" a soft voice called in. Tori. "Derek, breakfast is ready." as a joke, she added, "you don't want to be late. It's bacon and eggs." she knew I wouldn't come until almost everyone was almost done.
A soft sigh sounded throught the door and Tori pushed it open slightly, brown eyes full of pain. "Derek, you know sh'e ant you to eat." I grunted and rolled over, facing away from her. A dull thoump and my springs squeaked. Tori nudged my leg. " Come on, Derek. Yoou know she wouldn't want to see you like this. She probably is seeing you like this, and it's killing her." My gaze flicked to Tori's to see her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. I tore my eyes away, knowing that if I looked to long, I'd cry as well. Tori sighed and got up, wiping her eyes.
"Thanks for making me ruin my mascar." she muttered half-heartedly. Chloe's death had softened her and she was no longer the rude, spoiled brat she' been when she first arrived at Lyle House. She become slightly softer as she and Chloe got to know eachother. But now, with her 'perky little energy bunny' gone, Tori let donw her boundaries and showed us who she really was and how she really felt. She was definetly better, but I would rather continue with the devil's spawn then let Chloe go.
It has been two months since Chloe did the stupidest thing in the whole world. And everyone was feeling the after shocks. Tori was no longer snarky, Simon wasn't flirty and ready, and me? I'd revertated back to the guy who grunted for responses, ignored everyone, and didn't take his attention past his family and schoolwork. Tori walked to the door.
"Come downstairs at 10:30." and with one, last, sorrowful glance back, she left.
I closed my eyes and exhaled. My thumb rubbed the amulet as my thoughts flicked bak to Chloe. And, naturally, I went back to our first kiss...
I couldn't let her leave. I had to explain and I might not have this chance agian. So I jumped up. Reaching out, I touched her elbow. She froze, but didn't turn around. That stung, but it was fine. I just needed her to listen.
"When I got mad about you leaving, it wasn't because I thought it was stupid or I didn't think you would be careful."
"you were just worried about me." I let loose a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. She understood!
"Yeah." she turned to face me, blue eyes searching my face. They softened as they watched me, turnign into pulls of the clearest mountain lake water. she looked me in th eyes, questioning me as water met emerald.
"Because you think I'm worth it." not a question, a statement. I raised my hand and gently placed it beneath her chin, tilting her face up slightly.
"I absolutely think you're worth it."
"But you don't think you are?" she said it like a fact. Well, when it came to Simon and her, it was. I opened my mouth to tell her that, but thought better of it and closed it again. Chloe's eyes sparked. "that's what this is about Derek. You won't let us worry about you because you don't think you're worth it. but I do, I absolutely do." Her hands reached up as she stood up on her tip toes. Putting her arms around my neck, she pulled me down. A jolt of pleasure ran through my body as Chloe's lips met my own. I could have howled in joy, like my wolf was doing, but I din't want to break contact with my Chloe Saunders. I placed my arms around her waist, tugging her closer.
I tightened my grip just as I heard Simon come tromping towards us. We pulled away quickly.
"And he says I have lousy timing." I growled. chloe smiled.
A pencil flew at my head. Missing, by only a few centimeters, it instead came to bounce of my shoulder. I sat up and peered around the room, but no one was there. No, strike that. I just couldn't see anyone. For a supernatural, that doesn't mean nobody is there. (Reckoning, anyone?)
"Liz?" I called out quietly. I surveyed the room again, looking for any sort of sign that Liz was, indeed, here.
A pencil, the one that was thrown at me, now sat poised over a notepad. As I watched, it began to scribble something down. When whatever was being written was written, the pad was tossed at me. What was it today, 'Throw things at Derek today' or something? I caught it before it hit me. The message read:
No! And I love you.
I looked up to see the pencil tapping the beside table.
"What are you talking about Liz?" Why would Liz, or whoever this was, say 'I love you' to me? The only person who had ever come close to uttering those words to me was... I shook the thought off.
My poltergeist, meanwhile, had written me another message. When it passed it back, their message surprised me even more:
I'm simply the messenger:
Eat. Don't hurt yourself. I love you.
Now, I was completely mistified. "Liz, who's trying to talk to me?" I questioned, handing the notepad back once more. The pencil raced across the page, pausing every couple of seconds like it was waiting to be told the rest of its message.
Her. Who else? Her. No one elese. Her. She feels your pain. Her. She's sorry. Her. 'Don't hurt yourself' she pleads. Her.
Now she was speaking in ryhmes? I'd be more annoyed if the message didn't scare me so much.
"Who-Who's her?" I asked quietly, afraid of the answer.
'Me'
I rubbed the amulet. Don't ask why, I just to my utter amazement and disbelief, Liz appeared. She was dressed in a minnie mouse nightshirt that hung around her knees as her giraffe socked feet swung back and forth.
"-won't understand." Liz was saying.
"He- hear. Necklace- necromancy. He can-. I'm proud." another voice. Female and faint, continuly cutting out.
"What?!" Liz turned her gaze on me. Her eyes widened as she looked at the air around me. "D-Derek? Y-you have a-a g-g-glow. D-dim but..." she trailed off, her eyes like saucers. (once again, Reckoning anyone?)
"Can you hear me?" I nodded. "Can you see me?"
"Yeah." I said, my voice so quiet and breathless I wasn't sure if it was me or another ghost. I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I can."
"Told you." The faint female voice said. The tone sent shivers down my spine, causing to me wonder, where had I heard this voice before? I knew it, I just couldn't place it. "Good- Derek."
"Who are you and how the heck do you know my name?" I growled. Who was this girl that seemed so familiar?
"So sorry. I wish- could..." her voice faded out agian. But the familiarness of it grew. A soft voice, even when speaking normal, angelic. Sweet and loving, like honey. And weighed down with saddnes and pain.
"C-Chloe?"
