Helloooooo readers! I think most of us heard the worst news in the entire world for this moment. The news being that The Nine Lives of Chloe King has been cancelled. Why in the world they would do that? I have no clue. Nine Lives was more than just a show. It was a way of life, an addiction no one felt they needed help for. To me, it was my family. To all of the Nine Lives of cast and crew, you have done amazing and you all will be missed so dearly. I think I may speak for all of us when I say we all hope that the people who cancelled Nine Lives will have a change of heart and make that second season everyone has been waiting for. With that, please enjoy this chapter. Get your friends and family into it as well. The more the merrier. I love reviews, and I love every single one of my readers. Review and I will try to reply back!
The night became chilly leaving Chloe slightly shivering while she pulled her leather jacket closer to herself. Alek sat on the edge of the building looking out at all the San Franciscan lights. He acted like he hadn't heard her as she walked over and sat next to him a safe distance away. They sat in awkward silence for quite sometime until Chloe could take it no longer.
"Alek, I am soooo sorry...!" Chloe began but was quickly silenced by his hand shooting up holding her words in her mouth. She could feel his warm skin of his hand on her lips. He slowly took his hand away from her.
"No apologies please."
"But I thought you were angry at me."
"I was...for the first five minutes and then I got over it." Chloe listened intently confused with his constant mood changes. If it wasn't for his manly appearance, Chloe would had said he was a girl with PMS.
"Why?"
"You can't help what you can do, Chloe. You're the uniter. You didn't ask for this, so I have no right to be angry at you."
"Okay...then why didn't you come back after those five minutes?"
"I needed time."
"For what?"
"Just to organize myself and have a little piece of peace. If you have not noticed, life with you can get sort of hectic," he chuckled as he looked over at her with a smile creeping to one corner.
"Yeah, I know. You are probably tired of having to deal with my uniter crap all the time."
"Well at least I am never bored." Chloe looked over at him with a smile of her own. She scooted herself over leaning her head against his shoulder. Alek wrapped his arm around her shoulder using his body to warm her up. They sat there together listening to the night and watching the flashing lights of the city while enjoying each others company.
"Chloe?" Alek called out, moving back from her slightly. Chloe looked into his eyes. He looked hesitant and questioning as he leaned close to her with his eyes darting from her lips to her eyes looking for a positive or negative reaction. Chloe felt he was moving way too slow and gripped the back of his neck softly as she leaned the rest of the way molding her lips with his. His breath was warm and lips, soft. His hand moved to the middle of her back the deeper the kiss became. It felt like a cooking pot with paints of warm colors of red, gold, and his hazel brown. By the time their lips separated for a breath, she was no longer cold but growing warm within her jacket. His pupils dilated and slitted into his primal state. The iris was a dark lime green and shone, reflecting the lights of the city. She hadn't felt them while they kissed, but now that the haze cleared up slightly she could feel sharp and long nails graze her skin through her shirt. She looked over at his hand that rested on the cement roof top. Five sharp claws stuck out of the base of his fingernails. They were an off white and looked as deadly as her own. She could feel that her own eyes had slitted and the dark became easier to see in, but the city lights became hard to look at with the night vision. She caressed the deadly claws with care keeping her face down with sudden shyness.
"I don't see your claws much. The only time I really see them is when your fighting. I always wondered if they looked like mine."
"Just like everyone's appearance is different so are the claws." He straightened himself lifting his hand/claw and placing it softly in her lap. She placed her fingertips in the center of his palm tracing invisible lines that stretched out to the points of the long beautiful sharp pearls. She flattened his palm with hers and extended her own five death weapons. He twitched his fingers slightly playing with her claws manipulating them with his own. Chloe couldn't help but chuckle at the simple action. She looked up into his eyes watching him watch her. It was as if the world stopped around them and everything fell silent except for her phone. Her phone vibrated loudly interrupting the moment. She sighed taking her phone out of her leather jacket looking down seeing Brian's picture light up on the screen. Chloe looked up at Alek who was looking at her phone then looked out into the city.
"I'm sorry. I should take it just in case."
"Yeah. Whatever," Alek said nonchalant. She felt her heart drop as she pressed the green answer button.
"Hello?"
"Chloe! Hey!"
"Hi. Brian, is it important because I'm kind of busy."
"Well, it's important to me, and I hope still important to you. I want to see you and talk things through."
"I think that's a little hard to do when your father wants me dead. Actually, all your friends and family as well."
"I know. I know, but it doesn't have to be that way with me and you. I still love you, and whether you're Mai or human nothing would have changed that." Chloe stood there pondering everything. She did miss Brian, and wanted to see him again. However, everything that's going on makes it hard.
"Fine. When and where?"
"Meet me at the abandoned theater across the water fountain in about an hour."
"Okay."
"See you," he hung up abruptly. Chloe felt a little confused but turned to Alek to explain, but he wasn't there. She looked around her only seeing her bodyguard, Stephen. She sighed louder making Stephen look at her concerned.
"Time to make a little trip down near the fountain, Stephen."
"As you wish, Uniter." She walked down to the theater with minutes to spare. She opened the unlocked door of the theater to see Brian at the top of the red carpet staircase.
"Well, I'm here. What was the important message I needed to receive."
"I'm sorry, Chloe," he apologized with a hurt expression on his face when about six people in black outfits came out of the darkness with deadly weapons. Chloe was in utter shock.
"STEPHEN!" She yelled to him. He crashed into the theater blocking off all attacks the Order attempted. Chloe tried to help him paying attention to the darkness behind him. She would try and fend some off. All of a sudden in the middle of the chaos, she could here the shrieks of the sheuts. Their dark figures flitted across the high ceilings and walls. They attacked the Order trying to get them out of the way to get to Chloe. Chloe and Stephen both began to face the cohort of sheuts that appeared out of the shadows which they are named for. While Chloe fought her own set of sheuts, she peered to the side making sure Stephen was okay. In that split second one of the Sheuts swiped their claw swiftly and cleanly decapitating him. Chloe's body shut down and raced over to his headless body.
"STEPHEN!" Chloe's tears made it hard to see and all she could hear was her heartbeat and gunshots. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head as she fell to the cold bloody ground blacking out instantly.
"Chloe! Chloe, please wake up!" Her eyes were droopy as they split open slightly. She had a major headache and smelled awful. Chloe blinked against the florescent light of a bedroom. A guy with dark blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes was staring into her eyes with such relief. She looked over at the girl standing next to him. Her hair was very dark, and she had deep brown doe eyes. The girl's dark eye brows slanted down in concern.
"Chloe, are you okay?" The girl asked. Chloe laid there on the bed confused and sore. She looked into the eyes of these to people and drew a huge black.
"I'm sorry, but who are you guys? And who's this Chloe you're talking about?" Both of the strangers eyes widened in shock. Alek and Jasmine where confused. At first, they thought Chloe was joking.
"Stop, Chloe. This is not the time to joke around after you lost one of your lives."
"What? Lives? And who the hell is Chloe?" Alek's heart fell into the acids of his stomach as he glanced over at Jasmine and back into Chloe's genuine eyes.
"You are. Don't you remember what happened?"
"I'm Chloe?"
"Yes. You're Chloe. What other name could you have?" Jasmine asked very puzzled at this strange situation.
"Well, my name is... my name is...I don't know. Where am I? Who are you?" Chloe began to panic scooting up to a sitting position almost passing out at the extreme pain in the back of her head. She reached her hand and rubbed at her head feeling the dry blood and puckered scar.
"What happened to me?"
"Chloe, please relax," Alek begged. He caressed her hair and pushed it back from her face, and she instantly relaxed.
"Lets rewind. You are Chloe, and we are Alek and Jasmine. You're at the apartment, and you got shot in the head." Chloe rubbed at the scar.
"That's impossible. I would be dead."
"You were," Alek said calmly as if it was no big deal. She looked over at him with big eyes.
"Why don't you lay back and take a nap? We will be here if you need us. Okay?" Chloe did as Alek asked slowly laying her head against the pillow. She weakly shook her head yes and let her eyes drift closed. Alek looked over at Jasmine. Her face was of only shock. Now was the time to tell Valentina.
