The house was a disaster as one might expect after a big fight. But as far as I could tell there wasn't anyone in the kitchen or dining area. I walked downstairs next, the light was still on but no one was down here either. I was tempted to call out for the guys but I didn't want to give myself away in case someone else was here.

I walked back upstairs and into the living room. Most of the fighting must have taken place here, all of the furniture in here was destroyed and there were holes in the drywall. I started to wonder why they would put up all these barriers if they weren't here anymore, what was the point? And why me? Why was I the only one left that could get into the house?

I walked upstairs as quietly as I could. At the top step I slipped on some broken glass and fell down. Cursing as I pulled glass from my knees and palms. Once all the big pieces were out, I got up and kept moving. Going from bedroom to bedroom, checking in closets and under beds. Finding no one. I was starting to get worried. Where were they? The Edison people wouldn't take adults. The last place to check was the bathroom, I pushed the door open slowly. No one. Opened the shower curtain. No one. I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. Studying the dark circles under my eyes.

There was the sound of movement underneath me. Had Tori worked their way in? Or was I never alone? Then it dawned on me, I skipped Tess' room.

As quiet as I could, I made my way back downstairs and to Tess' bedroom door. It was shut. I smelled for the scent of anyone inside but I was catching everyone's scents, I couldn't tell who would be in there.

I listened for any movement and for a minute or two I didn't hear anything. But ever so softly I swore I heard nails against her bathroom tile. Derek? It had to be. I braced myself for whatever defense they might have and grabbed the cool metal door handle. Turned it softly and pushed the door open. No one jumped out right away so I stepped into the room.

I should have looked closer first, something whipped through the air and connected with the back of my head.

"No!" I heard before everything quickly went black.

Third Person POV

"No!" Elijah yelled at the last second, realizing who it was.

But it was too late, Matt was already swinging. He connected with the back of her head and she dropped to the floor.

"Oh god," he dropped to his knees and grabbed her by her shoulders. "Chloe!"

As soon as the name came out of his mouth, Derek scratched at the bathroom door madly. Elijah opened the door before he clawed through it. He bolted out to her and whined loudly.

"For the love of god," Elijah said frustrated. "Would you change back already."

Derek glared at him and turned his attention back to Chloe. Matt regained his composure.

"Back up," he said before he started whispering things under his breath.

Thirty seconds later, Chloe stirred.

Back to Chloe's POV

I woke up without pain to my surprise. Kneeling over me was Matt, he must have done some magic on me to heal me. I looked around and saw Elijah and Derek. Thank god they were okay. Derek saw my eyes open and pressed his face against mine.

"You guys are ok," I said.

Matt helped me to my feet, "They put up quite the fight."

I took a better look at them, Matt's leg was bleeding from where his stitches had been and they were all covered in cuts and bruises.

"Everyone else is outside," I said. "They couldn't come in because of some invisible barrier spells or something."

I wanted to ask why they hadn't tried to call us but now wasn't the time. Right now we just needed to get everyone together and to safety. I walked with them out of the house, Derek stayed glued to my side protectively.

As we stepped through the door we joined up with Jeremy and Tess. He was looking better with food in his system but still wasn't great. I had a gut feeling that something was going to happen to him soon. Tess grabbed Elijah and hugged him as tight as she could.

"My house," she said into his shirt.

"Let's not worry about that right now," Elijah said. "That's a concern for later."

We walked out to Liz and Kyle, I nodded to them as they joined us.

When we made it out to everyone else, Kit seemed furious yet relieved. He hated us walking into potential danger like that but he was glad that everyone was alright. Derek stayed next to or behind me once we got to them. I think he wasn't comfortable yet with his dad seeing him this way. Kit had only seen it a handful of times.

We all walked back to the car and Kit tried to start it up again. It took a few tries before it finally roared to life.

"We can't all fit in one car," Matt pointed out that the other cars in the driveway were busted up.

"We'll take as many as we can to that motel," Kit said. "Then come back. I don't see how it would take more than two trips."

Splitting up wasn't ideal but it was what we had. Kit would take Simon, Tori, Tess, and Matt. Liz and Kyle tagged along, but that really didn't matter. How much space would ghosts really take up in a car?

As they pilled in, Kit pulled Matt aside and whispered:

"What happened to Lauren?"

I knew it wasn't my imagination! She had been there!

"I don't know," Matt said honestly. "She probably ran when they showed up. She'll turn up."

They got in the car and off they went.

I sat down on the grass with my group. Me, Jeremy, Derek, and Elijah. Elijah wanted us to keep moving, walk in the direction of the motel while the others were gone. He said that even if we only made it a few miles, it was still saving time in the long run. But his flaw was the boys. Jeremy was too sick to hike and how would we explain a black wolf to people who saw us?