Hey guys! I am sooo very sorry again for how long it has taken me to update. To make it up to you, I made sure to finish the entirety of part 1 for you! Thank you guys so much for your follows and reviews. I hope you enjoy the rest of these chapters! Part 2 will be coming soon!

Disclaimer: The characters belong to a wonderful Ms. Kelley Armstrong.

Soon after class finished, I made my way to the kitchen to grab a quick snack and re-wrap my bandages before heading downstairs. I still didn't enjoy the idea of going down there, but Tori had made it clear toward the end of the class that if she didn't get her clothes by tonight, she would strangle me with her last clean pair of underwear. So, my choices were either death by ghost memories or death by Tori and her underwear.

I guess ghost memories was the best choice.

Quickly eating the last of the granola bar I grabbed and tightening the bandages, I headed toward the stairs to start before anyone could stop me. Before I could stop me. I turned on the stairway light and dreadfully made my way down.

Everything looked the same as yesterday, par for the growing pile of laundry sitting next to the two machines. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I made my way over, determined to get this over with as fast as possible.

I started to calm down halfway through folding what looked to be Rae's clothes. There was no strange ghost, no flashes of memories, no creepy chill down my spine. Hell, even the light above me wasn't flickering. I could do this. Easy. Just doing laundry in a basement that was just slightly creepy. The room would barely even make the cut for a horror movie.

As I put the last of the folded clothes in the basket and began loading Tori's clothes into the washer, I didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs until I heard a throat clear behind me. To my complete and utter embarrassment, I squealed and jumped about a mile high. I turned quickly to find Tori standing there, waiting impatiently for me to calm down. After a couple deep breaths and the constant tapping of her foot, I straightened out and looked up at her.

"W-was there something you needed?" I asked, turning back around to put the soap in before starting the load. She sighed dramatically.

"Jeez, could you go any slower?" She snapped. "I'm seriously in need of clean clothes." I sighed a bit before turning the dial and letting the machine start. "Well, it'll be done by tonight, I promise." I said calmly.

Not her fault for being this way. Not her fault for being this way. Not her fault for being this way. I chanted in my head. Maybe if I just continued playing nice, she would leave me be. Maybe think that I was too boring to poke and prod. I'm sure there were better people here to pester.

Like Derek for example. Why oh why wouldn't she take him on?

I couldn't help the small smirk that made its way onto my face. Picturing Tori trying to sass Derek just to get thrown out a window was a good way to keep calm during her tantrums.

"Whatever. Anyway, I heard you and Derek mention something about a key for the locked door in here. Lucky for you I knew where to find it." I spun so quickly that I almost slipped on the tile floor.

"What? Really? How?" I asked, nervous yet excited at the same time. Even though I was scared about what I might find on the other side (and the fact that Tori was eavesdropping), I couldn't deny that different possibilities kept running laps in my head.

She rolled her eyes and made her way to the small door under the stairs. "Unlike you kiddies," She started before kneeling on the floor and pulling out the key in her pocket. "I'm mature enough to have access to some of the keys in the household. You don't see me sneaking around the shed outside thinking that it'll hold some kind of wimpy-ass mystery."

I made my way over to her and kneeled down as she stuck the key into the lock and opened the door. The room was pitch black, letting me know instantly that it was completely cut off from everywhere else. No windows, no cracks... not a shred of light was penetrating the black that seemed to slime its way out of the room. For a moment, I was reminded of the dripping black ooze from my classroom. It almost seemed just as black and inky as back then, and it made me hesitate going in.

Tori caught on to my hesitation in an instant. "Wow, scared of the dark? How old are you? Seven? Stop being a wuss." She reached behind her to grab her phone from her pocket and pressed a couple buttons before shining the light straight into the hole. She looked back at me.

"Happy now?" She snipped. I just rolled my eyes before crawling in as far as I could see. I turned my head to see her grabbing the key before following behind me, pointing the light past me to try and light our way.

The dark was thick, the light only piercing for a couple feet. But from what I could tell, the space was pretty...well, spacious. There were no walls around where I could feel, and judging by Tori's light, there were only small, concrete pillars littering the room, supporting the rest of the house as strong as they could. That seemed to be the only concrete in the room, however. The floor was completely unfinished, meaning that dirt was everywhere. I could hear Tori cuss me and the room out as we continued farther.

"You know," she whispered harshly. "I'm going to make you pay for some new clothes. It's your fault that we traveled down here in the first place. And for what? Dirt?" I sighed as I crawled in a little further before stopping, my hand on one of the pillars. There seemed to be something carved on to it, but I couldn't make it out with the lack of light.

"Hey Tori," I said, "bring the light over here, I think I found something." I heard some shuffling behind me, and just as I was about to turn around, something hit me, hard, on the back of my head. My face planted itself into the dirt. I tried to suck in a quick breath, but dirt made its way into my throat. I coughed a bit, freaking out slightly. I couldn't breathe, and for a minute, I couldn't move. My head felt dizzy, and I completely forgot who and where I was. It took me a moment to gain my bearings, but I finally managed to slowly push myself up a bit. I was only allowed a brief victory breath before I was hit again, falling into blackness.

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I didn't know how long I was out, but I was finally starting to gain consciousness. I tried at first to open my eyes, but they felt heavy. What felt like dirt was crusting them together, and after peaking through one eye, only to realize I still couldn't see, I gave up and closed them again. Slowly but surely, my other senses came as well. My head was pounding, feeling as though someone was constantly hitting me with a baseball bat. I groaned and tried to raise my hand to it, but felt something restricting around both of my wrists. I tried to pull them apart, but to no avail. I started to panic, and when I tried breathing in, I failed. My mouth was covered by something sticky, and my nose was slightly stuffed with dirt. I couldn't help the muffled little scream that came out as I struggled to take my hands apart. I started crying, freaked out that I couldn't move or breath. I raised my hands to my face and started clawing at whatever was over my mouth.

After a few tries, I was finally able to find the tip of the tape. I ripped it off me as quick as I could, gasping and moaning at the pain it left behind. I sat there for a minute, sobbing quietly as I took in as much air as I could. It was only until I felt sure that I wasn't going to suffocate that I started to calm down a bit.

You're alive, Chloe, you can breathe. Your head may feel as if it's going to explode, but your alive. Pain is proof of that. Now, calm down. Breathe. How did you get here?

I rubbed my hands on my pants before taking them both to my eyes, trying to get as much dirt out of them as possible. Luckily, my tears had done most of the work for me. Once I opened my eyes to still- complete darkness, I was able to remember where I was, and how exactly I got here.

Tori.

Now, I wasn't one to cuss often, but I found that now I had a legitimate reason. Tori being that reason.

What. A. Fucking. Bitch.

I glared at the blackness. Okay, so we probably weren't all supernaturals here. Some of us were here for a good reason. A very good reason.

I went to move my legs, but to my displeasure, they were also tightly bound together.

Of course she bound my legs.

I sighed heavily as I tried to shuffle around, trying to find a way to move. I crawled a few spaces forward, trying to find any sort of light, but I was out of luck. This meant that Tori had closed and locked the door, and seeing how there wasn't a key strapped on to me…

I took a deep breath, trying to stop my shaking. I was trapped, but hopefully not for long. Maybe if I could just -

A loud scraping noise interrupted my thoughts, making my blood freeze in fear. I slowly turned and looked behind me, but I still wasn't able to make out anything in the dark. Hell, I couldn't see my hand in front of me. There was something in here- here in the pitch black with me.

I tried to scoot forward a little faster, praying that I was going in the direction of the door. "T-t-t-tori?" I rasped, before having a coughing fit. There was still dirt in my mouth, in my throat. I desperately needed water.

The thing didn't respond, but I could hear something dragging through the dirt. The noise grew in volume as it started to catch up to me. I could feel myself slowing as ice coursed through my veins. My breath became nothing more than gasps, and I could feel myself sob, my chest heavy and clenching.

"P-p-p-ple-e-ease.." I rasped as loud as I could. It only came out as a whisper, and the feeling hopelessness started to creep in.

I felt something fall out of my pocket and quickly grabbed it, hoping for it to be something useful. I gave a little breathless laugh of relief as I realized the object I was holding was my cell. I quickly turned it on as I felt the thing finally get close to me. I had enough time to check the cell service (none, to my luck) before something grabbed and clung as hard as it could onto my ankles.

Anything that I might have had in my bladder let loose as I gave a breathless scream.

I hurriedly turned my phone towards the creature and tried to kick it away from my legs. I stopped though, as soon as I saw what it was.

Pale, claw-like fingers were wrapped tight around my ankles, which led to long pale arms that looked too twisted to be natural. Through the arms, a broken ribcage barely covered by skin showed, and behind that a tailbone that looked to be upside down, the legs coming straight down from the bone to the ground without bending. As the light traveled up, the face became visible.

Giant, reflective eyes. No mouth, and the top of the head missing, as if it had been completely sawed through.

It slowly let one hand rise from its bruising grip on my ankles to point towards me. As it did, the head slowly began to turn.

And turn.

And turn.

It slowly clicked to a stop, and facing me was just a giant, wide mouth, grinning with bloody teeth. I was frozen in place with fear, too scared to move, too scared to scream, and too scared to look away.

After a few minutes of silence, the mouth frowned. Seeing it move, I was unable to control the small whimper that escaped my lips.

The creature seemed to jump for a second, almost as if I had scared it, then smiled again, before letting out shrill, high pitched laughter.

As soon as it made noise, I finally was able to scream. I started to kick as hard as I could with my suddenly alive legs. I managed to get my ankles out of it's one-handed grip, and I started to crawl the best that I could toward what I could only hope was the entrance. I could hear the thing slowly catch up to me, still shrieking its shrill laughter.

I clutched my phone as tightly as I could, trying not to lose the one thing that I had. From the light, I was able to make out that I was heading toward one of the walls of the house. I was close. I shuffled even faster, and started to cry in relief when the door was starting to open. The light peered only for a few seconds before it was blocked by a large figure.

"Chloe?"

I don't think I have ever been happier to see another person in my life than I was just then. I didn't care if it was Derek. At this moment, he was the best person in my life.

"D-D-Derek! H-H-" The thing had caught up. I only had a moments notice when it's cold grip wrapped around my calf. I only had a moment to open my mouth to scream before it began yanking me backwards. Derek's eyes widened and, faster than I thought possible, reached out to grab onto the ropes that were wrapped around my wrists. I felt my body jerk from the pulling of both sides, and I let out a small cry of pain.

Derek grunted as he tried to pull me closer to him, and the creature let out a shrill scream before letting go unexpectedly. I flew into Derek, pushing him slightly from the door. I quickly turned away from him, slamming the small door closed and turning the key to lock it before pulling it out and throwing it as far away from me as possible. I turned back to the door waited for a moment, watching. I could still here the creature behind it screeching and scrambling, trying to find me. Both Derek and I jumped a bit as the creature tried ramming the door, but it must've realized that it was useless, because I could here it scamper away to wherever it may have come from.

We were still for a moment, both trying to make sure that it wasn't coming back. After about a minute or two, I gave a shaky breath of relief and turned into Derek, latching on to him and silently crying. Right now, I didn't care that I was hugging and crying on Derek, of all people. I was just so relieved to be out of there.

I could feel him freeze up for a second before pulling me back slightly. He scanned my face quickly before scanning the rest of me. I blushed and slightly pushed away when I remembered that part of my pants wouldn't be too… pleasant to be around.

"I-I-I'm s-s-so s-s-sor-ry. I-I'm j-ju-just s-so r-r-relieved-" I stuttered, still rattled and shaking. He cut me off by standing both of us up.

"It's fine." He grumbled. He looked around the room for a moment before walking over to the dryer. He opened the door and pulled out a pair of Tori's pants (Rae must've stolen them for a day), then reached up to the toolbox, grabbing a small box knife. He walked back over, making quick work of the ties around my hands and feet. After he discarded the rope, he handed me the pants.

"Change, then meet me upstairs in the guys' bathroom."

I rubbed my wrists as I went to stand by the dryer, that way in case Derek turned around, he still wouldn't be able to see anything.

"Wh-wh-what abo-abo-" He began walking toward the stairs.

"The nurses have all gone to bed. Mrs. Talbot left your medication on the table for when you "got better."

I quickly got out of my pants and put on Tori's, hoping that my smell would forever ruin her jeans. It was the least she deserved.

After changing quickly, I ran up to meet Derek by the stairs, walking with him to my room. He opened the door and waited. I looked up at him curiously.

He sighed a bit before explaining as if I should have already guessed. "Grab some clean clothes and shower first. Then I'll come in and patch you up." I nodded and hurried into the room, noting that Liz was already asleep. I quietly opened the drawer and grabbed what I needed before leaving the room and walking towards the boys' bathroom, where Derek was waiting just outside of his bedroom door across the hall. In his hands was a book, along with some medical supplies to his right. He didn't look up from his book as I passed by. I took a step closer, but was ushered to hurry by his hand pointing towards the bathroom door. I sighed and went in, making sure to lock the door behind me.