Here's the chapter! I worked on it while I played Robot Unicorn Attack on Facebook… My Disclaimer's kinda long, but that's okay (:

Disclaimer:

Me: You got a sucker?

Bro: Yea.

Me: And you didn't get me one? *pouts*

Bro: Nope *grabs jacket*

Me: Go get me one!

Bro: Get it yourself!

Me: But I'm sitting!

Bro: So? I'm putting on my jacket.

Me: Fine! *goes and gets a sucker*

Bro: Whatcha get?

Me: A sucker.

Bro: No shit. What colour?

Me: Green!

Bro: You copied me! *sad face*

Me: Whatever.

Bro: You're a loser.

Me: I'm only a loser because I'm related to you.

Bro: Ouch… How am I supposed to respond to that?

Mom: At least she admitted she's a loser!

Me: Shut up mom!

Bro: Haha

Me: Merf.

Bro: Oh ya… ahahahahaha you don't own Darkest Powers. Ahahahahahaha I win.


Derek POV

I listened to the girls laughing and falling over themselves in the living room. I still couldn't get over what Kylie had said. Yea, Chloe's Simon's girl, not mine. Oh so you don't like her now? I don't. Then why didn't you put up a fight last night and just let her sleep with you? Because…

I scratched my head and decided it was time to stop talking to myself. I walked into the doorway of the living room. Spondebob was blaring on the TV, but no one was watching it. Chloe was clutching her stomach, Holly and Macy were rolling around on the floor, Kylie had her head thrown back in laughter, Valerie was practically falling off the armchair she was sitting on, and Tori was smiling. Tori, smiling? I laughed to myself and watched them.

Chloe noticed me and stopped. She opened her mouth, then closed it. She stared me in the eyes. I loved it when she did. I thought you said you didn't have feelings for her. That she was just a friend. I did. Then why do you love it when she looks in your eyes? I don't know. HA! Shut up!

I shook my head and locked eyes with her again.

"I'll be right back," She whispered to Macy. She looked up in my direction, nodded and resumed her laughing.

Chloe walked over to me, grabbed my wrist and dragged me out into the hall. Finally content in the space between the hall and the stairs, she stopped, let go of my wrist, then crossed her thin arms. She stared up at me expectantly, and when I didn't answer, she made a "humph" and uncrossed her arms, then let them drop to her sides. She shifted her weight and sighed.

"W-what did y-you want t-to talk to m-me about y-yesterday?" She asked me. She snuck a glance at me, but when she realised I was studying her, she blushed and turned away. I grabbed her wrist and walked up the stairs to my room. She sat on my bed, while I grabbed the chair from my desk.

"So what is it!" She raised her voice a bit and looked me in the eye without fear. Which is kind of surprising… For me anyway.

"I… Um…" I searched my brain for words, but couldn't find any to make the thing any less or more than it already was. "Never mind. It's not important."

"Derek!" She jumped up and was on her feet, standing on my bed. I'm pretty sure she was trying to look down on me, but if I stood up, she's have to try harder. "Tell me!"

"I told you, it's not important," I mumbled and looked down.

"It's important if you kept bugging me about it yesterday!" I looked up at her. She blushed, then looked away.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Just sit down." she did as she was told, and sat in front of me, eyes on me expectantly. I sighed. "You wanted to know why I don't trust Macy, right?" she needed to know. Macy might tell her, but she needs to know before they become best friends without knowing their past. I knew Macy knew ours, that's why she'd excepted us all easily - excluding me. She was a little sceptical with me. We barely talked and she had good reason. But her story… Chloe needs to know.

"Yea…?" She motioned for me to continue.

"There's something you need to know about her," I swallowed. "Something she's probably not going to tell you herself." I laced my fingers together and looked her in the eye. She sat waiting, swinging her legs back and forth. "Do you want to know?"

"Uh… I-I g-guess," she stuttered and cursed it, but stayed silent and waiting for me to continue.

"Okay," I racked my brain for a way to tone down the story, but came up short. Oh well, Chloe's a big girl. She can handle it. "So it starts when she was about seven. She got admitted to the Edison Group by her older sister, Bridgette, who was the worlds only shaman that was a girl. But anyway, Bridgette brought Macy to the Edison Group when Macy started asking questions about why Bridgette was going by a fake name. See, she was going by Michaela, because she preferred it, but - as you know - Macy can sense a person's name just by looking at them. So she asked her sister one day why she pretended to be Michaela. Bridgette questioned her, and Macy randomly said, 'Michaela is not my sister. Bridgette is.'" I searched Chloe's face when I paused. She was staring expectantly, telling me to go on. "So Bridgette took her to the Edison Group, knowing they had done something with her, like they had to her and their brother, Jason. They told Bridgette what Macy was, and Bridge, like any good person, began to worry. She left Macy with the Edison Group, Hoping for a solution that never came.

"When Macy was almost ten, Bridgette was murdered in the attempt to save her sister from their evil grasp. With her failure, Macy was left to herself and Jason. Bridgette had been twenty five, but said she will never avenge her death, that she died for her family and th-"

"How did she say that? She's dead!" Chloe interrupted. I chuckled and continued on.

"Just listen. When Macy turned twelve, the escaped the Edison Group with her brother. They were living off the street for days, until they met Meghan and Kylie. Macy, being a stubborn child, and still not understanding her powers completely, went up and greeted them, acknowledging them by name. When they questioned her, her brother explained and he talked with them. They agreed to help them, and that they'd take them to live with their group. When the leader, Siobhan, noticed Macy, she immediately recognized her. She talked to Macy about how she had talked to Bridgette's ghost. She told Macy that Bridgette wanted her to be happy, to not avenge her death, that she died for their family. Macy got frustrated and - like I said - became stubborn, and demanded that the Edison Group must be stopped, that she was going to finish what her sister started. Siobhan refused and took her and the others along to find Andrew.

"On their search, they came across Chad and Valerie. Lost supernaturals, with a broken family history. This made Macy want to overtake the Edison Group more. Siobhan contacted Bridgette's ghost again, and was the portal for Macy to talk to her sister. In fury, Macy accused Siobhan of lying, and killed the woman. When Jason found her, he could not believe his eyes, the sight of his sister, a tiny twelve year old girl, standing over the corpse of a forty-two year old woman.

"Macy swore to Jason that if she ever met another necromancer, she would kill them, fear-"

"S-she's g-going t-to k-kill m-me?" Chloe's eyes widened in fear.

"No, no, no! Just let me continue, okay?" I stared deep into her frightened eyes, and absently grabbed her hand, and rubbed circles with my thumb, trying to calm her.

"O- Oh…" She swallowed, kept our gaze locked, then tried again "Okay,"

"Okay," I nodded, and she did too, so I continued with the story. "Okay, so she swore to Jason that she would kill any necromancer she met, fearing they would summon Bridgette, or Siobhan. So Jason and the group laid low. They met Holly along the way, and she used her magic to protect them. Macy was not allowed to leave the space the group had adapted as home, unless she was with him or Meghan-"

"S-Sorry to inter-interrupt again, b-but why a-are Jason and M-Meghan s-so c-close?" Ah Chloe, always apologizing.

"Okay here: Jason's a werewolf, as well as Kyle. Meghan is his mate, though neither of them knows it. It's because Jason was raised to believe he was a shaman, since his parents wanted him to be one so desperately. But when they found out that Bridgette was the shaman, the only girl shaman to exist, they fled. They wanted a normal supernatural family. They wanted Jason to be a shaman, and Macy and Bridgette to be water half-demons. But the experiment didn't work out. It failed miserably as you can see. So Jason doesn't know a lot about werewolves, so me and Kyle have been teaching him. When they arrived here, that's how I got the story. A little bit of our tweaked werewolf genes including semi reading each others thoughts. Now back to Macy.

"So she was only allowed to leave with her brother or Meghan. One time, she left to explore, and ran into a necromancer named Ryan. She beat him up so badly he was coughing up blood. Jason walked in the alley when Macy was holding the knife to his throat. He pulled the knife out of her grasp, and held while she cried. She said she was breaking her promise, and that she'd never hurt anyone ever again. She had learned that a necromancer would need to know Bridgette or Siobhan to summon them. But after that night she had begun cutting herself, for killing Siobhan and letting her sister get murdered so easily. When she arrived here, she was clean. It had been almost three years since her encounter with Ryan, and she was almost seven months free of cutting. She hasn't seen or met a necro since Ryan. When she first laid eyes on you, I read in them that she was scared of you. Kyle says he doesn't think she has been cutting again, but Macy's a good actress. You know how when she first met you, she said she wished she were a necromancer?" I watched Chloe nod. "Well it's because she wants to contact Siobhan and Bridgette, and tell them she's sorry. That's why she be-friended you, because she hoped you would help her later on. She doesn't want to hurt you, she wants to break that bloody promise she made to her brother almost four years ago." I watched Chloe as emotions flickered across her face, first relief, then sadness. A few tears started flowing down her face as she stared at her hands.

I got up out of my chair, and sat on the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her tiny body as she wept.

"S-so this I-is why y-you d-didn't t-trust h-her?" She attempted speaking but her stutter broke it.

"I was afraid she was going hurt you," See! You do have feelings for her! As a friend! Then why do you care if she gets hurt? Whatever. "Kyle assured me she won't." I smoothed her hair as she wept, her salty tears falling on my shirt. She held me as tight as her arms and broken sobs would allow.

There was a bang as the door of my room got kicked open. I growled softly and pulled Chloe closer to me, expecting to see Simon fuming in the doorway, but instead, in walked graceful, black haired Macy Lowe. She sat on the bed beside Chloe and wrapped her arms around her too. Chloe looked up and into Macy's intense hazel eyes, which were flooded with relief.

"To be honest, he tells it better than I do, and I'm the one who lived it." She sighed sadly and squeezed Chloe tighter. "I'd never hurt you Chloe. I'm the sister God forgot to give you." She smiled at that and unwrapped her arms from Chloe, then lunged on me. "Thanks, Derek." at first I was surprised, but after a few seconds of shock I wrapped one arm around her, the other still around Chloe. She let go, then hugged Chloe again once more, kissed her cheek, then strode out of the room.

Chloe wiped her tears away and smiled. She squeezed my hand, and whispered a soft "Thank you," and checked her watch. I brushed a hair out of her eyes, as she fiddled with an invisible lint of her sweater.

Kiss her! No, she's Simon's… She'd rather have you, can't you see? It's the perfect moment! I closed my eyes in frustration and tried to block the tiny, annoying voice from my head. I felt Chloe shift herself, but figured she had just moved a bit away from me, sensing the awkwardness. I felt something touch my cheek, and when I opened my eyes, Chloe was closer than before, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. She rubbed the space between my eyebrows. I realized I must have scrunched them together when I was trying to block out the voice.

She giggled and sat back, still staring in my eyes. She moved closer. Closer. Closer. Our lips were about an inch apart…


A/N: And that's what I'm leaving you with! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Byye!