I didn't mean to take so long to update. I swears it! Nah, my internet died over the weekend so I wasn't able to check my email or do anything. I hope this chapter will make up for my absents. It's not going to be perfect as far as grammar and punctuation goes, but I'm really trying to focus on school right now because I'm graduating this week. There are so many things to do in so little time. Not to mention that I have a math final tomorrow that will either make or break my grade... but I digress. I really hope this makes up for being MIA. Please enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers.

Chapter 3

After breakfast I go to my room to get unpacked. I organize things in my dresser then leave half of the closet to Tori. I set out a family portrait of when I was little and my Mom hadn't run away yet. I sigh just thinking about it. Sitting around here doing nothing is just going to make me feel even more depressed.

I drop back and stare at the ceiling for a while before getting tired of that and deciding to take a quick shower. I grab my clothes and walk into the bathroom.

It's not so spectacular, but it's really clean and I can tell it's brand new. There's a shower and a bathtub. There are already towels and all the other things a bathroom needs. I grab my strawberry scented shampoo and vanilla condition and enter the bathroom.

The walls are a nice light green color with sparkling white tiles. Most everything in here is white. I get undressed and turn on the water. I get in and let the warm water run down my body. I rub my face. I need to think of a plan to get Derek to talk to me without yelling at me.

When I'm finished with my shower I dress into my comfortable clothes then walk out of the bathroom still drying my hair. I drop the towel on my bed and grab my jacket. I pull it on just as Tori bursts into the room. "Chloe. What are you doing? They're starting orientation."

That gets me moving. Tori and I rush through the academy until we reach the auditorium where everyone seems to be pouring in. Tori and I manage to find our seats. There are a few open near the front.

Once everyone is seated the lights are dimmed slightly and the lights are brightened on the stage. A man with grey hair and a friendly grandpa smile on his face walks up to the podium and speaks into the microphone. "Hello, my name is Dr. Marcel Davidoff. I am the Dean of this school. I just wanted to let everyone know that this is a no nonsense school. We are here so we can help you control your powers and function in normal society with greater efficiency."

Dr. Davidoff steps back to let a woman with blond hair in a tight bun and a sharp business suit walks forward. "My name is Diane Enright. I am the head of the witch division. I expect nothing, but the best from each and every one of you witches. I don't want to see you slacking off and being a failure."

Tori tenses next to me, but otherwise doesn't say anything. Then a man with black hair and dark eyes steps forward. He looks Asian and has a really kind smile on his face. "Hey, I'm Christopher Bae, but please, for the love of God, call me Kit. Mr. Bae makes me feel old and Christopher just makes me feel to formal. Anyway, I'm the head of the sorcerer division. I'm not as strict as Ms. Enright, but I do expect nothing, but the best."

Kit steps back and lets the next person go up. That would be my mom. "Hello, everyone. My name is Jenny Saunders. I am the head of the necromancer division. I understand that necromancy is a very difficult power so I won't try to ask too much of you. Just trying is enough for me."

I notice Diane scoffing. I frown slightly. Then another woman comes forward. She has long wavy hair and caramel colored eyes. "My name is Jacinda Rodgers. I am the head of the half-demon division. I realize that there are many different types of half-demons which is why I was chosen for this position."

Finally, the last man onstage moves forward with a fluidity that I've only ever seen in one person. He's huge. At least six eight and looks to be made out of muscle. Most of the crowd gasps as they get a good look at this man. He can't be anything other than a werewolf.

He has black hair and deep green eyes. Eyes just like another werewolf I know. "My name is Jeremy Danvers. I am the alpha of the Pack. To get technical, this is my land you are currently on, but I decided it was best for everyone if I allowed these heads of divisions to build on it. Now, I will be the head of the werewolf division, of course. That implies that there will be werewolves at this school."

There are more gasps and a lot of murmuring. Jeremy holds up his hand and everyone goes silent. "I assure you, they will be on their best behavior. If any one of them get out of line don't be afraid to come to me. I will punish them thoroughly. That includes my own sons."

My eyes widen. Wait. I think I hear Liam say that Derek was the alpha's son. Does that mean that Derek is going here too? I really hope so. It would save me the trouble of trying to find him.

Then the doors swing open as a flood of werewolves enter the auditorium loudly. They have a sort of heavy presence that is demanding and dominant.

All of them walk by the rows of cowering supernaturals with a confident stride that looks deadly and elegant at the same time. That's not what draws me to them though. What does draw me to look at the werewolves is the fact that a certain green eyed jerk is leading them.

Once they get to the stage they all jump on rather than use the stairs. Jeremy gives Derek, and three others, a look before turning to the crowd. "These are only some of the werewolves that will be joining you in your studies."

Most of the student body looks really nervous now. No one knew they would have to go to school with werewolves. They are known for being really volatile. That goes for Derek too even if I don't like stereotyping.

Jeremy motions for Derek and the three others to move forward. "These are my sons, who will also take responsibility if anything should happen with the werewolves here. My oldest son, Clay, my second oldest, Nate, third oldest, Carter and the youngest is Derek. Though Derek is most definitely the smartest of these idiots."

Clay has closely cropped blond curls and blue eyes. He's over six feet, like Derek, and is drop-dead gorgeous. Though, from the look on his face, it appears that he would rather be somewhere else. I'm sure he has as bad a temper, maybe worse, than Derek's.

Nate has dark hair and green eyes just like Jeremy and Derek. Though Derek's eyes are a lot bright. Unnaturally, greener actually. He's also at least six foot two and has broad shoulders. He looks a lot cheerier and kinder than his other two brothers.

Carter has sandy blond hair and intense blue-green eyes. He has a proud look on his face and stands with an air of superiority. Like all the rest of us just aren't as great as him. He's over six feet like the rest of them.

Of course Derek is just Derek. He looks more like his father than any of the others. I sigh and Tori turns to look at me. "What's with that look?"

"What look?" I turn to look at her.

Tori crosses her arms. "Don't give me that. You know what look I'm talking about. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. You're staring at that werewolf you ran after earlier. What is up with the two of you?"

I shake my head. "I just… I just have a bone to pick with him."

"You and him have something going on between you two and you're going to tell me what it is," Tori leans in really close getting a dangerous look in her eyes.

I get a cold chill down my spine. I hear a dark chuckle floating around the room. I look up and notice Mom doing the same thing. There's a dark smoke swirling over us. There are murmurs and pointing from the other necromancers.

Tori grabs my arm. "What is it? Why are all the necros freaking out?"

I point up. "There's a black smoke up there."

Then it swirls around and turns a bright red color. The necromancers gasp as it takes on the form of something demonic looking. I unconsciously stand to get a closer look. My eyes are transfixed on it. I can't seem to look away.

All of a sudden two icy eyes form and look straight at me. My body freezes. I vaguely hear Mom yelling at me to look away, but I just can't. I'm frozen in fear and something else.

Even if I wanted to move, something is holding me in place. Kind of like one of those binding spells witches and sorcerers do, only this feels stronger. It's not just my body being frozen, but my spirit. I feel violated just thinking it.

Now that I get a closer look at the now red smoke I can tell it's most likely something demonic. I've never seen anything like it before. It reaches out with what must be its arm. It stretches far beyond what I would have thought an arm could stretch.

It's long, crooked, finger reaches out to stroke my cheek. It feels like fire burning through my skin. My entire body starts trembling. The red smoke gets closer. It gets close enough so it's only an inch away from my face.

Then it speak, low and soft. "You will make an excellent vessel… The power I shall bestow upon you will be used for the greater good… The future depends on you… And your destined significant other… For now, I leave you with a part of me…"

It's hot fingers wrap around my throat and slowly lifts me off my feet. I grab at the hand as it cuts off my airway. I keep staring into those dark eyes. They seem to be glowing with a new kind of intensity. I gasp as my lungs constrict.

Then everything goes black. I'm not unconscious though. I know that, but everything is dark. I'm not locked in place by those eyes anymore so I shift my eyes to try to find anything around me. All I see are a bunch of little lights. They look like pulsing flames. There are a lot of them too. I notice one out of all of them. It's a beautiful forest color. I reach out for it without thinking.

Derek…

This light seems larger than the others. I reach out and m fingers barely brush against it. I feel electricity run down my body. I pull my hand away and stare at the little light. It's pulse is stronger. I reach out again and it moves toward me.

I cup my hands around it and bring it closer to my body. It feel warm. It feels like a little heartbeat. I sigh then I feel myself being pulled away. My once light body turns heavy again. I can feel my lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. I grab at the hand again as my vision returns slowly and the black fades away.

The red smoke demon hisses a few last words. " We shall meet again…"

And suddenly, I'm falling. I feel more breath leave my chest as the shock of the sudden freefall hits me. I squeeze my eyes shut and prepare myself to hit the ground hard, but it never comes.

When I open my eyes I look up into deep green eyes. I gasp and finally take a breath. I take in air quickly and harshly. I can feel myself getting close to hyperventilating, but I can't stop myself. I'm too deprived of air to let it bother me at the moment.

I feel Derek turn me to look into his eyes. "Chloe, listen very closely. I need you to relax and take a deep breath. Can you do that?"

Somehow I do manage to calm down enough to do what Derek asks. I take in a slow breath, but it comes in a rush. I try it again and this time I'm able to keep it calm controlled. I finally calm down enough to speak. "Thanks, Derek."

Derek grunts then looks away quickly. I swear I can see a slight blush n his cheeks. Then I hear someone call out my name. I see Mom running toward me with an extremely worried expression. "Chloe! Are you okay?"

I smile weakly. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Mom shakes her head. "No, you're not. I don't know what that thing did to you, but I want to run some tests. Kit, do you mind helping?"

Kit steps forward with a concerned look on his face. "Of course. I'll do whatever I can."

Mom looks back to me and gives my shoulder a squeeze. Then she looks at Derek. "Can you carry her to the infirmary? There you can tell me how you two know each other."

I feel Derek tense up and I feel myself blushing. "It's not that big of a deal, Mom…"

Derek grunts. "Right."

"I would like ot know too. Mostly because I heard her call your name when she was being levitated."

Derek gets really tense and his grip on my tightens. He looks over his shoulder and grimaces when he sees his father. Jeremy arches an eyebrow at his son. Nate walks over with a huge grin on his face. "This is great. Derek finally gets a girl."

Derek growls at Nate. "It's not like that, Nate. Stop being an idiot."

I slap Derek's arm. "Don't talk to your brother like that. He was only joking."

Derek turns his growl on me and I see Mom, and the others around me, stiffen. "Stay out of this, Chloe."

I frown. "Don't you dare growl at me, Derek! You need to treat your siblings better!"

Nate chuckles. "Well isn't this interesting. The big bad wolf being scolded by a tiny blond necro."

Derek glares at Nate again before turning back to my mom. "Are we going or not?"

Mom snaps out of her shock. "Of course. Pleas follow me. Kit?"

"Right behind you," Kit casts a lingering glance on me and Derek before following after my mom.

Derek stands, lifting me with ease. Well, if that doesn't help my self esteem I don't' know what will. I see a hand come down on Derek's shoulder. I look up and see Jeremy. "We're going to talk when you get back Derek."

Derek grunts and grimaces. He follows after Mom and Kit. We reach them in seconds. Derek has some ridiculously long legs. Mom leads us to the infirmary where she tells Derek to put me down on one of the beds. "Please step back, Derek. We need space to work."

Reluctantly, Derek moves back. I don't know why. It's not that hard to take a few steps back. He watches me closely as Mom and Kit get started on some strange magic chant. Then I feel my body buzzing then a sharp pain in my head. I cry out.

Mom and Kit stop their magic immediately. Mom sighs and rubs her forehead. "I was afraid of this. Chloe, sweetie, I think your full powers are here. Too soon. Along with something else. I don't know what it is, but that demon did something to you, but there is some more to your power than just normal."

My eyes go to Derek where his meet mine. We stay like that until Mom calls my attention back to her. "Chloe, I'm going to give you this amulet. It's going to help you control your powers. I fear that your glow will be too strong and will attract too many ghosts and maybe more demons if we're not careful. Don't take this off unless you absolutely have to."

I nod and Mom places the amulet in my hand. It's a bright blue color. I tie it around my neck and Mom nods. Se places her hand on my arm. I'll be right back. Kit, can I talk to you for a moment outside?"

Once they're gone Derek moves closer to me. He sits in the chair next to my bed. "I saw it."

"Huh?" I feel smart.

Derek runs his hand through his hair roughly. "I said, I saw the thing that grabbed you. I don't know how though. I have no necromancer blood in me. I also felt what you were doing to me."

My mind flashes back to the green light and my face burns red. I stare at the ceiling. "I don't know what it is, but I blacked out. I wasn't passed out though. It was just black. Then all these little lights appeared all around me. There was one that was dark green. It's the only one I touched. I guess it had something to do with you. But what were they?"

Derek shakes his head and sighs. "I don't know. It's like asking why you're such a klutz."

I glare at Derek. "Shut up. I'm trying to be serious here."

"This is a pathetic attempt then," Derek sits back with his arms crossed.

I glare at Derek. "You're such a jerk."

Derek shrugs then gets an amused look on his face. "You look like an angry kitten when you're mad."

My face gets even hotter than it already was. "I'm not going to talk to you anymore."

Derek grunts then mumbles something like 'ungrateful to your savior'. I turn to glare, but before I can say anything the door slams open. Tori, Liz and Rae come into the room, dragging Simon along.

They see Derek and stop dead in their tracks. Tori glares at him. "What are you doing here?"

Derek grunts then stands. He looks at me one last time. "Feel better."

With a few quick strides he's out of the room. I turn to Tori. "You shouldn't be so mean. He's saved me twice already. He's not going to hurt me."

Tori rolls her eyes and waves her hand. "That doesn't matter. Tell us what happened back in the auditorium. That was really freaky. I could feel a lot of dark energy in there."

I shake my head. "I honestly don't know. It just came out of nowhere and just started talking to me about my powers and something about a vessel. I was too busy being terrified and being choked to have caught any more than that."

Liz sits in the chair Derek was just in and takes my hand. "It must have been terrifying to experience. Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable? You can talk to us."

I shake my head and smile. "I'm fine. Don't worry so much."

Tori walks over next to Liz and places her hand on my arm. "You would tell me if something was wrong, right? You're not holding out on us, are you?"

"Of course not," I beam.

Tori's hand starts to get really hot. "Because if you're lying to me…"

I cry out when the heat gets to intense. Liz pulls Tori away from me. I look down and see a red mark in the shape of a hand on my arm. I cradle my arm to my chest and refuse to let the tears fall. I force a smile onto my face. "Don't worry, Tori. I wouldn't try to hide anything form you. You're my friend."

Tori sees the look on my face and gets a horrified look on hers. Before she can say anything the door opens and Mom reenters with Kit. "Honey, I want you to stay here overnight just to make sure everything is okay. Alright?"

I nod and push away the tears in my eyes. "Yeah. That's okay. I still feel really tired."

Mom turns to my friends. "I know you're all really worried about Chloe, but she does need her chest. You're see her tomorrow at class."

They nod then leave after their quick goodbyes. I stay there staring at the ceiling until I'm left in the room by myself. I try not to think about what happened with the demon. Instead I busy my mind with other thoughts. Like what happened between Derek and I. it's the strangest sensation I have ever felt.

I close my eyes and slowly count backwards from one hundred. In not time at all I'm sleeping in darkness. It's not often that I don't get dreams, or rather nightmares, but tonight is different. It's not like I'm complaining.