Okay, so I have, like, IDK, ten reviews now. I'm not sure and I don't feel like looking it up. But anyway… I have a long chapter here for you. Hope you like.
WARNING!: Mature content in this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkest Powers, nor will I ever.
Ever since I lost Chloe two years ago, my life has been an empty nothingness. Dad and Simon would call every day, trying to convince me she was alive. But I wouldn't listen.
The last conversation was the worst…
My phone ran in my pocket. More than likely Dad or Simon again. I looked at the Caller ID. Seeing it was Simon, I flipped it open.
"What?" I asked, my voice a gruff growl.
"Hey, bro. We really need you to come back. Chloe's heartbroken, Dad's worried—"
I cut him off. "Save it, Simon. I'm not coming back. Chloe's dead and Buffalo just holds to many memories. No matter how much you tell me she's alive, I won't believe you. She's gone."
"Fine, if you won't listen, I'll have her tell you herself." I heard him handing the phone to someone. Not even bothering to wait for the person on the other end to speak, I just hung up…
I wonder if she is sometimes, but when those thoughts show up, I push them to the back of my mind. Chloe couldn't be alive. She died in my arms. She would never come back to me.
The first year Liz even showed up and tried to bring me back. She brought a picture of Chloe. But if could have been one from her funeral before she was put in the ground.
In the picture her blue eyes weren't shining with love like they normally where. They were filled with sadness and a death like aura. She was very pale; paler than when she had that stupid black dye in her hair three years ago. Her robin egg colored dress made her blue eyes seem brighter even when they weren't and made her pale blond hair look shinier.
My throat began to dry at the thought of her and I quickly clear my head with a sharp shake. Raising my head, I noticed that I was still in front of my house in Vancouver, and slowly started turning the door knob.
"Derek!"
I could have sworn I heard my name, causing me to stop momentarily. Calling it a figment of my imagination, I shook it off and began to enter again.
"Derek! Stop! Stop and look at me!"
That voice. Mmm… I've missed that voice for two years. But it cant be her. It couldn't be.
Running footfalls were sounding behind me. They got louder and louder as I faintly heard a car drive off. "Derek?" I heard the voice whisper. They were right behind me. I stiffened as the scent of the girl I loved and lost enveloped me.
My name was whispered one last time, then small arms snaked their way around my waist.
"Derek? Why won't you look at me? I'm here, I'm real. Please, please look at me," she whispered, near tears. I could smell the salty smell of them.
"You can't be real. You died in my arms. You left me here, alone," I said, my voice cracking slightly.
"Derek…" she cried, the tears falling, wetting my t-shirt.
I didn't want her in pain. I could hear her heartbeat, smell her scent that smelled of strawberries, hear her voice, feel her soft skin against my arms. She was here and she was real.
That's all it took to turn around to face her. She was standing there. All 206 bones, her pale pinkish skin, her blond hair, those beautiful sad blue eyes. She looked so, so sad; her eyes still rimmed with tears. And I caused those tears.
Tentatively, I lifted my hand gently and stroked her cheek, removing those last tears. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Chloe?" I asked softly.
Her eyes snapped open and she nodded. "You really are real, aren't you?" I asked. She nodded again. That was all the confirmation I needed. I leaned down and pulled her into a hungry kiss.
I don't know how long we kissed. It could have been forever, I didn't care. All to soon, she broke away, needing air. "I've— waited— two— years— to be—able— to— do— that— again—" she said between panting breaths.
"I thought I never would again. No matter how much I was told you were alive, I wouldn't believe. You had died in my arms, and I'd thought I lost you," my voice cracked on the last line. My heart was filled with so much love, I couldn't help but cry.
They were silent, tearless sobs. But in defiance, one tear leaked out of my usually tearless eyes and gently landed in Chloe's hair, where my face was buried. I lifted my head from its resting spot and looked into Chloe's eyes. "You're crying," she whispered, reaching up to swipe a stubborn tear away.
"Don't worry. I'm fine. Do you want to come inside and tell me what I missed after I ran off?" I said.
"Mmh-hmm," she mumbled. "Just let me tell my dad and everyone they can go back to Buffalo and we'll follow when we are ready. Tori knows the possibilities of what might happen tonight…"
"Okay, I'll be in the main room. Just come find me."
"All right," she said, pulling a small, slim phone from her pocket. I stepped through the doorway reluctantly; leaving the door open so Chloe could get in.
I couldn't hear a word that was spoken and I wondered if it was just a figment of my imagination as I walked to the main room. I laid down on the couch, groaning for thinking something like that could be real.
Chloe's dead. I'll never see her again. And I have to accept that. Not lye in the fantasies.
"What's wrong, love?" came the joyous tinkling of Chloe's voice. The use of my old pet name had to mean something. She wouldn't call me 'love' if she didn't love me. "Huh? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Chlo. Really," I said, a smile in my words and on my lips. She smiled back and crawled on to my chest, her face directly above mine.
I took advantage of the situation and lifted my head, kissing her playfully; just like we did before she died. I got a giggle in response. Oh, how I missed that laugh!
"Do you want to know what happened now, or later?" she asked, sorrow brimming her tone.
"Later. Right now, I just want to be with you. Alone," I whispered. Then, something snapped and I lost control. She was my everything and I need her now. I had her, but the need was still there. Tonight, I would do what I should have done two years ago. Tonight we would be one.
I picked her up bridal style and carried her to my bedroom. There I dropped her on the bed, then I joined her. I began peppering kiss along her jaw, leading to her lips before becoming greedy and selfish.
She was surprised at first, then she understood. A sly smile graced her beautiful face as she kissed him before she unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them off. I followed suit, stripping off my shirt and jeans, leaving me in my shorts.
We only broke the kiss for a second or two. The passionate, loving demeanor dissipated but was quickly returned as our lips touched again. All our feelings were poured into that kiss. Our worry, our love, our happiness, our hope. Nothing would separate us; not even death.
During that time, I had reached behind Chloe, who was underneath me, and unhooked her bra. She has shimmied out of her panties already and was reaching to remove my shorts. But I was quicker , removing them before she had even run her hand down my chest.
I moaned her name as she ever so slightly planted kisses down my chest. We had rolled somewhere in the process and she was on top of me. Quickly, I flipped us again, almost toppling off the bed. She let out a moan and knew that… I knew that we were never going to be separated again.
Morning came. The sun was high in the sky but the cloud cover was thick as the snow drifted to the ground. Last night seemed like a dream. A distant memory. I had lost Chloe and now she had magically come back? No. She was alive and she was here. But I still thought this was a dream. The only proof against that was that Chloe was lying here in my arms, breathing.
It didn't take long for me to realize that we were both naked in my bed. Last night was clear as day. Chloe and I had sex. Plain and simple. We were one. No heading back now. But I don't regret it and I know she won't either.
Keeping Chloe pulled to my chest, I rolled over and opened the draw of the nightstand. Inside was a small black velvet box. I pulled it out and set it on the stand, closing the draw.
The box contained a gold ring of intricate design laden with diamonds. I had it picked out since I had first figured out Chloe was my mate. When everything was over and we were going back to a semi-normal life, I was going to propose. The ring was in my pocket that day and then I ran, thinking she was dead.
I stroked the velvet box once more before releasing Chloe and going to my closet. From there I dressed and pulled out an extra shirt for Chloe to wear.
Her dirty clothes lay on the floor next to the bed. I picked up her lacey lingerie and carefully put it on the bed with the clean shirt for when she woke. Then I pocketed the ring and walked to the kitchen. Once there, I pulled out everything I needed to make breakfast for two.
I mixed the pancakes and put them on the fryer. Once those where finished, I did the bacon. Then, I scrambled the eggs.
After everything was cooked, I called for Chloe as I poured two glasses of orange juice. She hollered out she would be in in a minute.
A couple minutes later, Chloe waltzed into the kitchen wearing my shirt like a dress. It was at least five sizes to big for her, but it was perfect either way.
I must have been ogling, because when she noticed me staring, her gaze dropped and she blushed. I quickly walked over to her and lifter her chin. "Hey, hey, hey. No need to be embarrassed. Okay?" I said softly.
"I wasn't," she said back. I just chuckled at her innocence which made her blush darken two shades.
"I have breakfast read. I didn't know what you wanted so I just gave you some of everything."
"Yum…"
My hand felt cold and I knew why. Chloe was already trailing for her plate, which was the same amount as mine. I walked the couple of paces to my seat and sat next to her. She was already digging into her plate, so I did the same.
It didn't take us long to finish. I would have thought Chloe couldn't eat all of what I gave her, which was enough to fill me, but she was able to. She made me slightly jealous at that. Three times smaller than me and ate just as much and doesn't gain a pound.
"How was it?" I asked.
"That was delicious, Der! Thank you!" she squealed, giving me a hug.
"You're welcome. Chloe" — I pulled the velvet box out of my pocket — "I know it has been forever since we last saw each other, but…"
"But what, Derek?" her voice was— slightly worried?
I place the box on the table in front of her, opening it to reveal the gleaming ring inside. "I can't imagine a life with anyone else. You're my mate. Will you… Will you marry me…?"
So… Next chapter will be what her answer is… Don't you just hate how I'm leaving you hanging? Review please.
