Chloe: She's writing the next chapter!

Liz: I know! She's been doing nothing all day. It's about time she got on.

Chloe: I know right.

Liz: This better be worth it.

Me: I can hear you. And I'm going to kill you.

Liz: Just let us read the chapter first. *giggles*

Chloe's POV.

"Ah, Chloe," Davidoff smiled. "Glad you returned."

"Returned? Don't you mean 'I have come to haunt your dreams again?'" I crossed my arms. "And how do you keep getting in here?"

"Magic can do many things, Chloe," he smiled again. "Many many things."

"Riiiiiiight," I rolled my eyes. "If you're done with the mystic talk, can I dream my own dreams now?"

"I'm only here because you need my help."

"I don't n-need anything from you," I grumbled. "Get out."

"The man you see tomorrow will only make your future more clear. And when you realise your fate, you will come back. You will ask me for my help," he said seriously.

"GET OUT!"

I forced him out my dream and made myself wake up. Derek was gone and Tori was asleep in her bed. I had had enough of Davidoff and is talk about my 'fate'. It didn't make sense. Him coming into my dream. Him telling my future would soon become clear. He sounded like a knock-off pyshic.

I laughed quietly then sighed.

What help could Davidoff provide for me that no one else could? I thought back to the dream. He said something about the man I'll be seeing tomorrow. What did that have to do with everything? What the hell was going on?

I mentally kicked myself for listening to him. I should just forget Davidoff and focus on tomorrow...I think.


I bounced in my seat with excitment. My dreams and anger were forgotten about. For now I was excited about meeting a recromancer. One who believed in the things I did. Not someone like Margret who was an old hag.

Derek kept hold of my hand and kept laughing at my giddy-ness. Only Derek, Kit and I were going. Tori and Simon complained but in the end gave up and stayed at the motel. I giggled randomly and Derek laughed with me.

"Chloe, to meet him, you might want to stay still," Derek teased. "He might get dizzy by all your moving."

I giggled again. I couldn't help it. I was so excited! We pulled up outside his house. I jumped out the car and bounced up to his flat. Derek and Kit were pratically running to keep up with me. I knocked on the door and waited impaciently.

I turned the handle and opened the door. The apartment was a mess. A total and utter mess. Books and papers were all over the floor. Chairs were knocked down, the walls were stained. A window was broken. Derek instanly put me behind him.

"Samuel?" Kit called. "Samuel, are you here?"

Derek tensed when a man, in mid twenties came from the other room. His eyes were sad and crazy. His light hair was a mess. He looked tired and...well, crazy. His clothes were messy too. The whole place screamed MESS!

"'Ello Kit," Samuel smiled weirdly. "I heard you were coming. I did. I heard. Haven't seen you in, hmm, 4 years? 5?" he chucked. "Can't keep up these days."

"Samuel, what happened here?" Kit asked.

"Happened?" Samuel looked around. "Oh nothing. This is tidy," he chuckled again. "I can't keep a clean place." His gaze settled on me. "Oh. This must be the girl. The...necromancer. I heard about you, girl. Heard all about you."

"I'm C-Chloe," I muttered.

"Yes, yes. Chloe, girl, child," he mumbled. "You shall learn. You two," he pointed at Kit and Derek. "Out."

"No," Derek growled.

"Oh dear, dear," Samuel shook his head. "Please leave. You must leave. S'only way to teach the girl. S'only way for the ghosts to come."

"Derek," Kit said quietly. "Come on. We won't be far. Please."

Derek pursed his lips but nodded. He kissed my cheek then left with Kit. Samuel sank to the floor and I sat next to him. Samuel gripped my hands in his. He looked straight into my eyes. His blue eyes were crazy.

"Young sweet child. So young. Doesn't know. Doesn't know," he shook his head. "They'll get to you, you know. They will. They'll always be there, always waiting."

"W-w-who?" I asked.

"Ghost, sweet child," he gripped my hands tighter. "Ghosts are always there. Always. It's the curse of the Recormancer, the ghosts drive us all insance. All of us."

"I-I-I-"

"They don't leave us alone," Tears shone in his eyes. "They always want something. Ghosts always need someone to talk us. It get's to us," he pointed to his head. "They get to our head. They steal our sanity."

He jumped up and paced around, tutting.

"Such a mess," he nudged a toe with his book. "Mess, mess, mess! Arhh!" He pulled at his hair. "Can't you feel it child? Can't you feeeeeeeel it?" He screamed.

"Feel what?" I jumped up. "Your crazy."

"Yes! Yes! I am!" He turned back to me, his eyes blazing. "I'm only half-way insane. Soon I will be fully insane!" He softened. "You will be too. Insane. No necromancer is safe. They all turn. The more powerful the sooner. Started with mood swings. Then gets worst."

Mood swings. Oh no. The anger. I watched Samuel walking around the room, scanning everything. He was insane. And I would be too. It all made sense. Davidoff knew. He knew I would go crazy. I sorted it all out in my head.

The anger. The first part of mood swings.

Davidoff. He knew about the 'curse' and wanted to help? Ha. Right.

And suddenly it was all too much. I wouldn't end up like Samuel. I wouldn't.

"No. NO!" I yelled. "I won't end up like you! I won't. I won't go crazy. I'm not like you." I backed up against the door. "It's not going to happen to me!"

"Oh, put sweet, little, child," Samuel chuckled. "It will. It's already happening." His face set into hard lines. "Nothing stops it. Nothing ever will. But...It could end. End it yourself. Would you like me to end it for you?"

"W-what?"

"I could end it all," he grinned. "End the pain. Are you in pain, child? I could make it stop. I could. Just one bullet..."

I gasped and ran out the room. I ran down the hall. Derek and Kit were there waiting. Derek looking up as I came running down. I launched myself into his arms. Tears poured down my cheeks.

"Chloe?" Kit asked. "What happened?"

I looked up at Derek instead. "G-get me out of h-h-here."

Thank you for all the reviews! :D Means so much to me. Review again and let me know what you think of Samuel. I hope this clears up what Chloe's anger is about. To sum it up, Samuel has been driven to insanity by ghosts and it started with mood swings. Like Chloe's. Oooooo. Let me know what ya think! REVIEW! Ty. -Clare.