Happy Holidays! I have decided to give you all a Christmas present. Next chapter will either be posted on the 25th or the 26th, and will probably be longer than any other chapter I have ever written, and will be 100% completely in Derek's Point Of View. That being said you will learn a lot about Derek's past and Caleb's. Which won't exactly be the most wonderful thing, but I can't make Caleb and Derek be sniffing roses throughout their childhood. It just wouldn't work. I am also very glad that you all love Caleb and for those of you who are in love with him he is 35 and is Tara's. So paws off her man. Also on my sisters ipod itunes thing, I found out there was a Itunes U or something like that. And I listened to a intro to psychology lecture for apparently no reason. But I do find it interesting... hmm... a 14 year old listening to psychology lectures = freak = Totally fine with me.

So yes. Onto the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: *I have left Johnny with Tori this disclaimer*

Me: What to do? What to do?

Ricky: No idea. But my eyebrows are all eww!

Me: I don't care.

Ricky: It's all your fault! You've ruined my life! *Starts sobbing*

Me: HOW!?

Ricky: You wrote it happening to me!

Me: Okay well, the point of disclaimers is for you to make me tell everyone that I don't own Darkest Powers and that it all belongs to Kelley Armstrong. Not for everyone to hear you complain like the annoying pain in the ass you are.

Ricky: Fine. Tell them.

Me: Well now I am tired from yelling at you. So whatever I admitted it when I called Ricky a pain in the ass.

Ricky: I am not!

Me: Yes you are.

Chloe's Point Of View

"You want to eat? We have to bury the bodies." Tara said.

"I am a werewolf, and I haven't eaten in over four hours. I could freaken eat the bodies I'm so starving." Caleb said.

"Ick, last time I checked you weren't a cannibal." Tara said.

Derek woke up. He slept through everything else, but this is what he wakes up for? Really?

"What?" Derek asked. He never really finished his sentence because he seem too tired and he didn't really want to know why Liam and Ramon were dead on the forest floor, and he probably didn't even register Caleb being there. Well he did, but barely.

"Later." Caleb said.

"Can we just bury the bodies already? I'm hungry too." Ricky said.

"Or better yet, why don't Derek and Chloe bury the bodies? Forests and dead things are sort of their couple symbol. That and near death experiences." Johnny said.

"They are not going to be the only ones to bury the bodies, Johnny." Tara said firmly.

I second that notion.

"Why not? I mean she's a necromancer. When in need of help to bury bodies call a necromancer, they're usually very good at it." Johnny said.

"Enough! Johnny since you volunteer other people you and Ricky can do it." Caleb said.

"Why me?" Ricky asked.

"Your non-eyebrows are creepy as hell." Caleb said, tossing some car keys to Johnny. "Now put the bodies in the truck and drive. There should be more than a few deserted construction lots. Use one."

"What if someone catches us?" Johnny asked. "I'm too beautiful to go to prison. They'll trade me around for cigarettes."

"Use some magic to get yourself out of it. And if the person or people who find you are supernaturals, just say "Rogue mother-fucking werewolves" and they'll walk away." Caleb said.

Johnny and Ricky glared but did as they were asked.

"So why are we burying the bodies elsewhere? What's wrong with here?" I asked.

I swear, everyone stopped whatever they were doing or were going to do and just looked at me like the reason why would be obvious. They just kept looking for about five minutes until I finally got it.

"OH! It's so nobody can raise their dead bodies to life isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes. I think you've finally got it." Johnny said. Johnny then casted a spell to make Liam hover through the air, and Ricky did the same with Ramon.

As they were walking Caleb shouted "And DON'T get blood on the seats! I just got them cleaned!"

"GOT IT!" Johnny shouted back.

We walked back to the house in silence. Now everyone seemed really tense though. Tara seemed like she wanted to scream, cry, kick, blow up something, just plain freak out. Caleb looked like he wanted to eat everything in sight except us, and he looked like he really wanted to talk to Tara without us there. Simon was holding Bailey and Bailey was allowing it. They both were jumping at every little sound. Which in a forest at night there were plenty. Derek looked sleepy and was giving Caleb the occasional 'Who the hell is that?' type of look.

When we finally made it through the door, Derek just went to his room and went to sleep. Simon and Bailey went to her room. In any normal situation nobody would have let them go upstairs together. Mostly because as Johnny so interestingly put it Simon is a manwhore and Bailey is the innocent uncorrupted little girl. Somehow I doubted she had never kissed anybody before tonight. Because I doubted even Bailey on a energy spell high would have her first kiss without a second thought about it, or even a first thought by the looks of it.

So it was just me, Tara, and Caleb in the kitchen... and to be honest I really wish Derek was still awake.

Caleb was helping himself to all of the food Tara had made. He was piling six plates with food. He really wasn't joking he was hungry.

"So you were nervous?" Caleb asked.

"No not at all." Tara said, waving her hand dismissively.

And I am a jolly green giant.

"Okay. Well I just thought you were nervous because of the scorch marks on the ceiling, the extreme amount of food, and the spotless clean, and apparently recently waxed floor was an indication you had been nervously cooking, cleaning, and blowing things up. I must be mistaken right?" Caleb said, and he smirked at the end of it.

Tara ignored him and started doind the dishes.

After he was done eating. Which was about 13 full plates of food by the way, he asked what room he could take. Tara gave him directions to one of the empty rooms. Which was good, because if it was Tori, Tori would've given him the wrong directions on purpose and he would've ended up in bed with Andrew or something.

"You okay Tara?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Tara asked, scrubbing a pot.

"Because you've been scrubbing the same spot for about six and a half minutes." I said. Tara dropped the pot and started working on the forks, knives, and spoons.

"So who's the sexy werewolf walking the halls?" Anne asked, walking into the room.

Tara spun around holding a wet knife and said "Anne. That would be Caleb. So shut up and walk away."

Anne looked terrified. I focused on Derek.

I walked up to Tara and tried to pull the knife out of her hand. "Tara, let's just put this down." I said. "Right here." I gestured to the counter.

Tara and I put the knife down and I led her out of the room leaving a trembling Anne in the doorway and I really hoped she went to the bathroom before she came downstairs because I didn't want to step in anything later.

"Tara go to sleep. Come on you remember what sleep is?" I said.

Tara nodded. "Okay come, comfy bed, nice fluffy pillows." I said.

I took her to her room and made her sit on the bed. I started brushing the tangles, and leaves out of her hair. I think she was in a conscious coma or something. She was getting paler by the second, she wasn't blinking, wasn't moving, if it wasn't for the fact I could see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed I would think she was dead.

When I finished her hair I said "Lay down."

She obeyed and I pulled up the covers around her, she still didn't blink and I left the room.

As I passed by Caleb's room the door opened. "Thank you." Caleb said, looking worried. I was guessing about Tara.

"Has she ever gone this bad before?" I asked.

"When her mother died and when..." He let the sentence trail off.

... when she lost your baby.

"Just, thank you." Caleb said, and then closed the door.

I walked to my room and changed my clothes and laid down on my bed.

My last thought before I went to bed was Poor Caleb, he feels so tortured.

Still Chloe's Point Of View...

The following day I woke up feeling decent enough and I noticed that Tori was already up, no surprise. She was waking up earlier than me all the time because I always had some late night crisis to deal with. Apparently my powers never understood that sometimes daytime hours were a good time to have a crisis as well.

I got my clothes and my bathroom stuff, I was planning on taking a quick shower before I ate something. I checked the clock in the hallway, it was 11:50 in the morning.

I went to the bathroom opened the door and went in locking it behind me. I got undressed and turned on the water. The good thing about this place was that it had an amazing shower. I wondered if Derek would let me keep the shower on the side. I wouldn't marry it, that would be strictly for Derek only. But a little affair can't be that bad. Igh... amazing shower... mmm... maybe I can marry the shower and keep Derek on the side. Ohh... I am definately marrying this shower. Sorry Derek, but stay in this shower for five minutes and this shower will soon be a bigamist.

My entire body felt the electric jolt. I was no longer connected to my physical body anymore, my mind was somewhere else. I grabbed the bar on the side of the shower before the vision pulled me in.

**********

I looked around. I was in some apartment, but there was nobody in here. In fact someone was moving in because there were boxes everywhere.

How the fuck did this happen? I didn't even touch anyone! I was in the shower! I looked down. Oh god, I am even naked in this vision too.

The door to the apartment slammed open. The person that came in couldn't have been more than 16 years old. He was lightly tanned, He had black hair, blue eyes, and looked really good in his blue t-shirt and black jeans outfit. Focus Chloe, and besides. You have a boyfriend. A mate even. A werewolf mate, though Derek and I have yet to talk about it.

"Who the hell are you and why are you here?" He said.

What the hell? I tried speaking. "Huh?" I said.

"Don't huh me. Why the hell is there a wet naked chick in my apartment... not that I mind." He said, checking me out.

"Hey Hey Hey. Don't do that." I said.

"Well where exactly do you want me to look?" He asked.

"Good Point." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So um why are you here? And nude? And dripping all over my floor?" He asked.

"Okay well. Not sure. I know this is going to sound weird but I am a necromancer and this is supposed to be a vision of death... your death I think... but I show up as a kind of ghosty thing in these visions. But for some reason you can see me, and talk to me, and I can talk to you. I'm naked and wet because I was in the shower when I got the vision." I said.

"Okay then." He said, he picked up a small box and threw it at me. I covered my head with my hands.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" I shouted.

"Did you feel pain?" He asked.

"Uh... no" I said.

"Exactly. Because the box went through you." He said.

"Okay. Believe me?" I asked.

"Uh huh." He said, nodding, looking like he would freak out.

"Are you going to freak out?" I asked.

"Later. Not when a naked blonde haired, blue-eyed girl is here. I'm Dain. I'd shake your hand but..."

"Yup I get it. I'm Chloe. So uh nice place?" I said.

"Just moving in. It's in a pretty low rent area, which is good. Especially since my parents ditched me." Dain said.

"They did?" I asked.

"Yep. No big deal." Dain said, I saw the hurt in his eyes. It really was a big deal.

"Do you have a clock? A calendar maybe?" I asked.

"Yea." He said, he pulled a cellphone out of his pocket and showed me what the date&time was.

"That's not possible, where are we?" I asked.

"New York why?" Dain said.

"You're sure?"

"I think I'd know where I live. What's wrong?" Dain said.

"It's twelve in the afternoon on a Sunday." I said.

"So?" Dain asked.

"So that means this is happening real time. Like, as in this is the present." I said.

"That means... what exactly?" Dain asked.

"No idea. But for one thing, I don't think you're going to die right now." I said.

"Well that's good." Dain said, sarcastically.

"Okay can it. Why am I here if you aren't going to die?" I said. "Hang on, what's your family line?"

"What do you want to know?" Dain asked.

"What kind of people were your parents? Are they adoptive parents? How old are you? Things like that." I asked.

"I'm 16, just turned 16 three weeks ago. The guy is my step-father. My mom that ditched me is my biological mom, my bio dad took off before I was born." Dain said.

"I need you to do something after this." I said.

"What?" Dain asked.

"First. Don't tell anyone about this. Due to the fact that you don't want to end up in a mental hospital. Second. Call this number: 548-3323. A sorcerer will answer, his name is Andrew. Tell him you met me. Tell him you know about my powers. Tell him I think you're something. Okay. Visions of death. Everything. Understand?" I said.

"Understood, Nude-girl." Dain said.

"Don't call me that." I said.

"Okay. Why can't I just talk to you on the phone? And did you say sorcerer?"

"Andrew needs to know. And yes I did." I said.

"Wonderful." Dain said.

I could feel myself fade away. This vision-visitation-whatever was ending.

"I'm fading. Call the number." I said.

**********

I came back into my body and my eyesight was returning. My hand slipped from the bar I was holding and I lost my footing. I slipped and lost my balance and slammed my head on the edge of the bathtub, I felt blood on my head. Atleast this time it was a daytime crisis.

Awkward first meeting huh? Don't worry I plan on explaining what happened next chapter. Though it might not be too hard to figure out. If you do let me know. Remember Derek's Point Of View next chapter.

Paws off Dain ladies, HE IS MINE. Understand me?