Chapter two, people. Sorry it took so long, but I was kind of stuck on a certain part of the chapter. Anyways, here it is. I hope you like it. If you don't than either suck it up, or stop reading, though the latter in my opinion is quiet stupid. But my opinion isn't all the important. . . Who am I kidding? Of course it's important, so I advise listening to me, after all, I listen to me all the time. Sorry, I'm a little hyper. Ice pops are really good. Anyways, I thank my lovely sister, GuardianRoseHathaway, once again for her help. Much appreciated. I still do not own anything. Oh well. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. Any will do. Thank you,
DeadlyRedAlice
It was time to do something. I wasn't going to be the dumb girl in the movie who couldn't do anything right. Those type always disgusted me. I gave Tori's bed one last glance. Time to wake everyone up. . .
"Chloe, take a deep breath and slow down. I can't understand what you're saying," Aunt Lauren said, rubbing her eyes. Simon yawned and nodded in agreement. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"Tori. Is. Gone." I felt as if I was talking to three year olds. I mean, its not like I'm exactly the sharpest tool in the bunch, but I was speaking very bluntly, even if it was a little fast.
"What do you mean?" Kit asked, trying to stifle a yawn. They just weren't taking me seriously enough. That, or they were too exhausted to understand anything.
"Tori has run away. As in, she is not coming back," Nothing. "We have to find her! It's too dangerous for her to be out there on her own!" Derek grumbled something I couldn't quite catch but I'm pretty sure it wasn't very nice. I gave a shriek of frustration and began pacing. Was I the only one who cared? No, that couldn't be true. At least Kit must care. He is her father. I ran my fingers through my stupid black hair that I had yet to fix. "Don't you guys hear me?" They grumbled something. Kit and Aunt Lauren were tired and not comprehending. That's what happens when you get older. Simon and Derek, though? They just didn't care. I felt like strangling them. Instead I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I began walking down the hall. Obviously it was bare of anything with a soul. After all, it was close to midnight. I had only put a few rooms between me and the guys' room, when I heard Derek come out behind me.
"Chloe, calm down," he said, catching up to me easily. I took a deep breath but kept walking. "Will you at least look at me?" he asked, though it was more commanding then pleading. It took all my strength not to. He took my hand and forced me to stop and face him. He hadn't done it strongly because otherwise my arm probably wouldn't still be attached. I still found a way to look at everything but him. I wasn't quite sure how, especially considering there was only a foot between us, but I did. "Chloe?" he begged, pushing a strand of my dumb black hair behind my ear. He took a step towards me, filling in the space.
"You don't care," I said quietly, finally willing myself to look at him. His expression conveyed confusion. "About Tori. You don't care what happens to her," I said, a notch louder than before. He looked away. "And the sad thing is, you can't even deny it," He gave me a hurt look, making me want to apologize, but I didn't. What did I have to apologize for, anyways? All I did was point out the truth.
"Chloe, it's not that I don't care." He paused. "It's just that she made her choice. We should honor it," I wanted to laugh at that and yell, "Of course we should honor her choice. It's not like she ran away out of shock because she found out her dad was also the father of her ex-crush, or anything like that!" But I didn't. I bit my lip, focusing on the sound of the few cars passing the hotel outside. I decided to play along.
"Maybe, you're right," I lied, surprised that I didn't stutter. I almost always stuttered when I lied, even when my life was depending on it. I leaned into him, resting my forehead on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and I sank into his embrace.
"I didn't mean to upset you," he said softly, stroking my hair. I nodded and looked up at him. He was staring down at me with those gorgeous green eyesof his. Pushing Tori out of my mind momentarily, I just let myself be there, with Derek.
"I know," I said just as quietly. He ran his thumb along my cheek bones. It felt so soothing. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Tori could most definitely wait. I got up on my tip-toes slowly while he bent down slightly. Our lips met and I felt all the sparks of the first kiss, even though it was plenty of kisses later. Too many to count, in fact. And yet, they never dulled. It was perfect and sweet and gentle, but with such passion it made me want to melt. I felt as if my legs would give out from under me. One of his hands was wrapped up in my hair and the other was holding the small of my back. I had my hands resting on his broad, sturdy shoulders. We separated and I couldn't even open my eyes, the feeling of his lips still on my own.
"Come on," he said taking my hand. "We should get some more sleep." I followed obediently, still dazed by our kiss. Our rooms were right across the hall from each other. He gave my forehead a quick kiss before he went into the room he shared with Simon, his "brother". I stood in the hall for a minute spacing out before slipping into my own room. I plopped down on my bed, just thinking. My eyelids began to slip down, though I struggled to keep them open.
"You're just going to sit there?" My eyes flew open. Liz sat on the floor in front of me. She was playing with her long, blonde hair, but her ocean blue eyes were locked on me. She seemed rather upset. Tori used to be her best friend. Yes, I said used to. Liz was a ghost. I was a necromancer, meaning I could see and talk with ghosts. The only thing was that I was a genetically messed up necromancer. I could raise the dead without even trying. Not something I really brag about. Derek, my boyfriend, was a genetically enhanced werewolf. His brother, Simon, was a sorcerer. His powers were relatively normal. The reason they are "brothers" is that Simon's father, Kit Bae, had adopted him, but they were closer than normal brothers ever are. Tori, my roommate, was the half sister of Simon and Derek, because Kit was her father, which is the precise reason she ran away. She was a witch, and guess what? She was a genetically enhanced witch. Shocker there.
"No," I whispered firmly, crossing my fingers Derek couldn't hear me. He had enhanced hearing. Basically everything is enhanced. Liz let out a visible sigh of relief.
"Good." She paused. "So, what now?" I thought about it. I could hear a scolding voice in my head saying for me not to do anything stupid. That voice sounded a lot like Derek's. I ignored it with some difficulty, but I did. I got up quietly and grabbed the black backpack that we had bought for me about a week ago. I placed it on my bed, unzipping it as silently as I could.
"I'm going after her." It was as simple as that. It might be stupid and brash. . . Actually it probably was, but I had Liz with me. Liz, when she had been living, was a Volo Half-demon. Now she was, well, a poltergeist, something that was very helpful to have.
"Derek and Simon are going with you, right?" Grrrrrrrr. Couldn't she have just agreed to come and left it at that? I shook my head, which caused a frown to appear on her soft, translucent face. She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off, causing her to clamp it shut, before she convinced me to chicken out.
"Are you saying I can't do this alone?" She opened her mouth but I continued. "And, anyways, I got you." She sighed, surrendering.
"When do we leave?"
"As soon as we can."
Chloe's stupidity always amazes me, even when I'm the one writing about it. Please review. Your opinions are almost as important as my own. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest.
-DRA