And hello again! As I promised, to the two of you who reviewed last time, here'a your Taco Bell. *Gives you supreme tacos because you are supreme* Here's the chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

The Castle

I awoke, gasping, barely managing to stifle a scream with my hand. I looked down to see that Rafe had lowered us and now had and arm around my waist in a death grip, with us on our sides. Blushing, I removed his arm. I sat up, astonished that I had not woken up Rafe. For a skinwalker he surprisingly was not startled by much. A bird was crying out rather loudly. It became annoying quickly.
Slowly, I sat up, careful to not awaken Rafe. The sun was just rising. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. I wondered how he could be so calm. After recently discovering that he was the only remaining skinwalker, I assumed he would have trouble sleeping. There was no way I would be able to sleep. I still had trouble sleeping, remembering the time werewolves had caught up with me. I was amazed by their desperation to murder me. I had never seen that when they went after other races.
Speaking if murderous werewolves, I thought of my dream. Was this some sort of warning from God? Was I going to be captured soon? Oh, no. I could not be captured. I did not survive this long for nothing but pain and suffering.
Would the werewolf that saved me in my dream, save me once again if I were to actually be found once more? I hoped someone would save me. But it was unlikely a werewolf would be the one to rescue me. That man confused me. A sane werewolf? One with a mind, one that knew what he was made to do was wrong? Impossible. There would never be a smart werewolf.
However, I would never forget those eyes. So intense, so sincere, so green. I knew that sounded corny, but it was true.
Slowly, I stood, allowing my hood to fall down. My blue hair immediately was swept by a strangely warm breeze. It was freezing! Why would there be a warm breeze in this weather?
I jumped when I felt warm breath on my ear. I spun to find nobody behind me. A laugh rang through the air. Several tones at once, but they all belonged to one person. It sounded demonic-
A demon.
I had, surprisingly, never dealt with a demon before, though I had heard about them. They were horrifying. I had thought I would be fortunate enough not to ever meet one, but unfortunately, I had been wrong.
"What do you want?" I whispered, in hopes Rafe would stay asleep. But his eyes blinked open, and soon met mine.
"What?"he inquired sleepily, thinking I had asked him.
"There's a demon," I explained.
It was a while before what I said sunk in. Once it did, his eyes widened and he shot up to his feet.
"What do you think I want from you, necromancer?" The demon was obviously a male. His voice snaked around me. Still, he had yet to show.
My blood turned to ice. Did he want me to raise an army of the dead? Did he want to take over my body and use it for his own purposes? I had no idea how to get rid of a demon.
"Go away," I said. I had intended for it to come out a growl, but instead it sounded like a plead. It made me sound weak.
Again, he laughed. "Make me," he replied childishly.
I swallowed. I would if I knew how, I wanted to say.
Rafe walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. Then, I realized that I was shaking. I had no power right now. Raising corpses would not help me now. What could I do? I was powerless.
"I have a deal for you, little necromancer," the demon began. I remained quiet- my mouth could not open, words would not form when I tried to speak.
He continued. "You are the final necromancer. Nobody can teach you anything about yourself. You don't even realize how powerful you are. There are so many things you can do with that power to help you. I can actually teach you those things. And I will teach you those things- if you help me with one simple thing."
Suddenly, to orange eyes appeared inches away from mine. I gasped and backed away. I could see the fire dancing in them. I would have never imagined the eyes of a demon to me like that.
Rafe moved to plant himself in front of me. "Go away,"he repeated my words. Only his were more menacing, coming out similar to a growl. Simon, astonishingly still asleep, rolled over, closer to the dead tree. The demon was out of sight, but he still lingered.
Soon, I began to shiver. It was still freezing, and I wondered how Rafe was managing. Even for a skinwalker, he was extremely warm.
"What do you want?" My words came out barely louder than a whisper. I was so horrified. I did not believe the demon would help me at all. I knew it wouldn't. But I did not know what it wanted, and I was curious about that. If I knew, I could at least pretend to think about accepting his deal while I was truly thinking of a way to escape.
"That necklace," the demon said in that strange melodic voice. "Who did you get it from? I bet you received it from a man that goes by the name of Samuel Lyle, didn't you?"
"No," I replied honestly. "It was a gift from a friend."
"But they had to have gotten it from Samuel. Anyway, I know Samuel. He's a madman who believes that he can make all supernaturals human by simply making devices like the necklace you're wearing. Originally, that pendant was made to help you with your necromancy. Instead, it made you more powerful. You have something called a glow, little necromancer, and it attracts ghosts. That pendant brightened your glow."
What did that mean? My glow? "And what does Samuel Lyle have to do with me?" I inquired.
"I have to stop him. If we want supernaturals to remain, we need to stop him from creating things that expose us. I also believe he's experimenting on supernaturals. Let me use your body to murder him and all humans who are against us. I'll raise an army of the dead, and the corpses will kill them. Supernaturals will no longer have to live in fear. Doesn't that sound wonderful? No more fear? No more starvation? No more werewolves? No more sleeping in the forest?"
Why would I let him do that? Did he honestly believe I was so dumb that I would allow him to take control of me? He would never give it back!
I shook my head. "No. I won't do it. Leave me alone." I wondered if I could get rid of demons the same way as I could get rid of ghosts. Would it hurt to try?
My eyes closed, and I imagined those fiery eyes in my head. I pictured a vague male form with the same eyes and imagined it falling off of a cliff, over and over, until I heard the demon growl out, "STOP THAT!"
His cries grew weaker and weaker until I no longer heard them. When my eyes opened, Rafe was in front of me. His hands gripped my shoulders and his eyes filled with relief when they met mine.
"Are you alright?" He questioned. "I've been trying to get your attention for a while. What happened?"
I swallowed. "I'm fine. I was banishing the demon. He's gone now."
"Good. We should probably wake up Simon. Don't tell him, though. He'll force you to leave. He's horrified of demons."

We walked through the village, Rafe and Simon chatting animatedly while I remained quiet. I couldn't keep the demon out of my thoughts. Every time I saw so etching orange or red, those scary eyes popped into my head. His voice repeated over and over, talking about Samuel and my powers and taking control of me. I hoped I would never have to deal with him again.
Simon had given me three apples to hold me until nighttime. Something Liz always did. That did not brighten my mood at all. Nor did it help that my eyes had played tricks on me and made me believe a man walking a few people ahead was Peter. However, when he turned around, I didn't meet the light green eyes I was used to. I met brown ones. I quickly had turned away, blushing and upset with myself for getting my hopes up.
I heard a scream of anger. Immediately, I jumped and looked up. The people surrounding the scene froze and silenced. Rafe and Simon stopped as well, trying to hold back laughter.
"Look at that witch," Rafe sneered. The crowd began to whisper again, so he decided to speak as well.
"Don't you mean something that rhymes with that?" Simon questioned.
There was a girl, with dark brown hair that ended at her jaw and well tanned skin. She was tall, with a body that several nasty girls would be jealous of. Catching a glimpse of her face, I saw that she was pretty, too. She must receive everything and anything she wants with that face. With a bat of her eyelashes, which surrounded eyes that I saw were brown, she could get any man. Why would she be screaming in anger?
"No," Rafe replied. "I meant 'witch'."
Oh.
"Really? How would you know?" I asked him.
He looked down at me. "I saw sparks flying from her hands. She'd better be careful. If she exposes herself, they'll kill her." His eyes returned to the center of everyone's attention. "I can't wait to watch her expose herself."
My eyes widened, but I didn't reply. I was intrigued as well. Pulling my hood tighter to my head, I focused on the woman glaring at the witch. She seemed to be her mother. On the ground, a barrel laid on its side, its contents spilled everywhere. The girl was angry at her mother.
"You give Lara everything! I receive nothing! I never ask for much. She asks for the most ridiculous things, yet you act as if it's no big deal for her to ask! But if I ask for a mirror, I'm greedy and ungrateful. Stop treating me this way! It isn't fair!"
The mother's glare became even deadlier. Her response was too low for my ears to hear.
I looked up to Rafe. "Should we go? Before she throws a fireball?"
He simply chuckled and returned his attention to the fight, like I had been joking. I hadn't been.
"We're going back to the castle," her mother finally said. She looked at all of the crowd. "Return to your own business," she snapped. Everyone obeyed, continuing their walk.
However, when her eyes met mine, she froze. As if in a spell. Something about her seemed familiar. I couldn't place it. I was forced to look away when Rafe tugged my hand and led me away.

Simon apparently thought that we should hide in the castle. We had found the one that the girl lived in, unintentionally of course, and he believed it would be extremely easy to sneak in.
The temperature had returned to what it was the previous night. Rafe had a muscled arm wrapped around me as we walked (which I was too cold to shrug off), and the few people still making their way around the village gave him odd looks. He still only had an undershirt on his top half.
As a few girls ogled him earlier, and I had sensed his discomfort, I leaned into his side. Not only was it because I was freezing, but it was to make it look as if we were a couple. It seemed to work; the girls glared and threw me looks of disgust before carrying on.
When I began to pull away a small bit, Rafe's arm tightened. I had blushed and looked at my feet as we walked. Did he think that was sincerely necessary?
Now, we were getting nearer to the castle. My heart raced in fear. Why were we even doing this? It was a dumb idea. I decided to let him know.
"Simon, I don't believe this is a good idea,"I said, slowing down as the castle came into view. We had taken a route through the woods when Simon realized that we would be walking by the castle. He changed our direction a bit so we would be able to see it and suggested we his their for the night. The only reason I would possibly want to stay in the castle would be for warmth, but it still would not be worth the risk.
"Shut up, Chloe. We will be just fine. I've snuck into places before. What do you think, Rafe?"
"This place doesn't hardly have any guards. Simon has plenty of spells. I have my strength. You have poltergeists. We hopefully will not need those. Besides, hardly anyone occupies the palace. It has several unused rooms and several places to hide if they found out we were here. We'll only stay here for the night. Tomorrow morning, we'll be off."
"So we outvote you," Simon said.
"But-" I began
"No buts," interrupted Rafe. "We're going. If we get caught, you can say 'I told you so'."
Rafe tucked me into his side and forced me to walk with them.

I kinda feel like I used italics and the word 'murder' too much. Oh, well. I'm sorry if that bothers you. Anyway, what do you think will happen? Do you think it was stupid for them to go into the castle, or do you think it's a good idea and nothing bad will happen? Where do you think Chloe knows Diane, Victoria's mom, from? What do you think about her dream involving Derek? What is your favorite type of dog? Let me know in the reviews! Also, I'm thinking of starting my next fanfic right now. I'm not going to post any chapters until this is almost or already done, but I want to go ahead and start so I can post faster. You can see a couple of ideas I had for stories in my one shot that took place during The Awakening, but I also have a few other ideas.

Secrets: Right after Derek breaks the dude'a back like a boss. Tori's always lived with Kit. Kit doesn't go missing. When he finds out about Derek and the guy, he moves the family to Buffalo. In their new house, way out in the country, Derek discovers their neighbor, Chloe Saunders, and also finds out his mother was a supernatural as well when he's the only one who sees Chloe.

Parade Of One-shots: Title says it all. Tons of one shots. A few of them will be song fics. I'll try to make them as fun and happy and interesting and unique as I can.

Underground: Okay, I'll admit I got this idea from The Immortal Instruments. The Edison Group captured Chloe. When the group tries to find her they realize that the EG has a whole civilization underground. They're up to something that revolves around experimenting on Chloe and my favorite DP character, Peter. Peter's pretty chill. Anyway, this one would probably be a bit like X-Men. Dr. Davidoff will be alive.

Let me know in the reviews as well which one you'd like! Thank you somuch for reading. I'm sorry if this little note bothers you. Thanks again! Ilysm guys:)