"Derek Souza, at last," a thin, whispery voice said.
Even though this was a dream, everything seemed so real.
I could feel the air of the voice and shivered.
"Who are you?" Derek demanded, his voice weak with pain.
It hurt me to see him like this, hurt, and I couldn't even do anything to help him.
"I am someone who you possibly might know. As I recall, I suppose I have told you that I am a man of my words," he said.
Derek went pale. "No...I killed you! Impossible! Not even you could have survived the fall!"
"But you are wrong, werewolf. I am still alive, standing here before you with a beating heart."
It was not until I heard that he survived a fall until I knew who it was.
Dracma.
The god of the undead.
But we killed him! I saw him fall.
"What do you want with me?" Derek asked, his arms twitching.
"But is it no clear? The cliff, Tori's mom, the blizzard? It was me who had done all these things," he said, proudly. "My goal is to make you suffer."
"Why?"
"Because you took away Chloe. She could have been the goddess of the undead and rule by my side. But no. You went and changed her into a werewolf. What use is she to me now? Guess I can't just leave her hear alive, can I?"
"Oh, yes you can! Chloe would never come here!" Derek yelled.
"Hmm...You may be right. All the more to make her determine to come here," he said, extending his arm out to him.
Derek gave out a loud scream that pierced my heart.
I burst out of the dream and sat up in my bed, panting.
Oh my god.
Derek.
I have to go help shim.
I quickly grabbed my jacket and put some shoes on.
Not telling anyone where I'm going, I ran out through the front door of the lobby and into the woods again.
The snow had melted and there was a cool breeze in the air.
When I looked back into the dream, Derek and Dracma were surrounded by trees, but in the distance you could see the city lights.
Treason Park.
Following the road, I ran faster than I ever had before in my whole life.
I could already smell Derek and the stinky scent of Dracma.
"Derek!" I shouted, looking around me.
"So you have come, Chloe," Dracma said, giving me a cold laugh.
Suddenly, something cold grabbed my arms and legs and pulled my against a tree.
Damn it.
I forgot about his little octopus friend.
"Where's Derek?" I demanded, struggling to get out.
"Right in front of you."
"Chloe, you shouldn't have came here!" Derek growled, coming into sight. "He's going to kill you!"
I smiled warily at him. "Might as well. That was I won't be able to hurt you anymore."
"What?"
"The cliff, the blizzard? I was the cause of all those things. I keep on putting you in danger. Maybe I'm unhealthy to you," I said, looking down.
"No-"
I cut him off. "Don't say anything. Please."
"So, are you ready to face me?" Dracma asked, waving a hand towards the octopus.
It let me go.
"No, Chloe," Derek's anger turned to begging. "Please. Don't do this."
"Good-bye, Derek," I said, brushing my lips against his softly. "I love you."
I took a deep breath and walked towards Dracma. "I'm ready."
Derek was screaming in the background, but I ignored him and glared at Dracma. "Okay, kill me."
"Gladly," he said, punching me squarely in the face.
I fell back at the edge of the lake.
Above me, I could see him smirking at me. "Have fun in hell, Chloe Saunders."
Then he pushed me in.
Just like the cliff time.
Damn.
Suddenly, a voice said, "Perhaps I should help you."
The voice was soft and musical.
I felt the water current push me up to the surface.
Aquasarime. The water goddess.
I smiled.
Thank you.
Boy, was Dracma in trouble.
