I am so freaking sorry for taking this long to update. I just couldn't decide how I wanted it. So, to make up for lost time, I made stuff happen in this chapter. You'll see what I mean. Also, I want to warn you that there are a lot of POV changes in this, and the first might be confusing. Ooh, and i forgot to put this in my last update, but I changed my name to DungeonMasterOfChillness. Just felt it was more fitting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkest Powers
The street lamp cast a faint glow upon the dark figure scuttling up the sidewalk. To any regular civilian, the person would probably see tense, paranoid. But, this was not a person, and it was not paranoid in the least.
The hood on the black jacket it was wearing was up, obscuring its unnaturally bright yellow eyes & ugly face from view. It didn't come out into the world often, but when it did, it had a purpose.
It chuckled darkly, thinking of the look on the face of its latest victim. The girl didn't even see it coming. She just goes out to catch a breath of fresh air, and the next thing you know, she's being bound and gagged by what a mere human could only describe as a demon from the deepest pits of hell. They wouldn't be too far off.
It can still feel her life force running through its body, if that's what you could call it. The euphoria it gave it when her liquid rubies poured from her, soaking it in the process. Sure, her death was irrelevant to the master plan, but it hoped his master would be pleased. Gave that damned necro quite the scare.
Stopping in front of an old, worn building, it looked around to see if anyone followed it. This was unnecessary, for it didn't feel any living being near. Didn't feel that pulsating feeling shaking its frame in pleasure and desire. Desire to kill.
The door screeched as it opened, alerting anyone inside that they were no longer licked its lips before taking a deliberately low step into the shop.
Porcelain masks lined the walls, each having a different expression painted on their cold faces. Sorrow, happiness, anger, humor, mischief. Whatever it was, they seemed to follow and catch every move made. Watching. The few shelves that lined the black walls were lined with pin-cushion like dolls with straw sticking out of the hands, feel, and head. Voodoo dolls. Those things are quite fun to play with when they're real , the thing thought as it ran it's clawed finger across the dusty shelves.
Then, it felt it. The bloodlust pulsing through its body, giving it the ultimate high. There was someone here. The beast followed the feeling of utter need to the source of this unmistakable rush to what seemed like a small break in the back wall, covered with a heavy, deep purple curtain. Pulling the heavy fabric aside, what he saw made it smile. Well, as close to smile it could get, anyway.
An old, weary, thin black man was kneeling in front of what looked to be a shrine of some sorts. A shrine devoted to Jesus Christ. There he was, shaking, on his, and praying his heart out. The words coming from the man's scratchy throat burned the thing, making its claws and razor teeth become more defined as it stepped closer. Hearing footsteps, the man turned and gasped in utter horror, effectively cutting off his prayers for mercy.
"Please, don't kill me. I got me some kids back at home. Please, show mercy!" the man cried out. The thing would give him mercy. Well, his kind anyway.
"You will not be hurt if you do just one thing," his voice sounded life rumbling thunder during a hurricane. The man nodded his head quickly.
"Yeah, yeah. Course, anythin` you want." The man looked like he was about to start crying in desperation.
Taking his statement literally, the demon-like thing the man's wrist and pulled out a dagger encrusted with expensive looking jewels and a gold handle. The man gulped.
The beast quickly, but roughly, sliced the man's wrist open and let it drip onto the crucifix sitting on the small wooden table. The man cried out in pain and tries to yank his hands away from the thing invading his shop, but the grip in the clawed, scaly hand tightened, cutting off feeling in his hand.
"You will do as I say or pay the consequence. Go into your secret stash of herbs and get me . . .," the beast growled out a list of various herbs and ingredients for what was about to happen.
When everything was set to the thing's standards, he made the old man tell him how to make the potion. Following each step, the demon made the potion and smiled greedily at the result. In the cherry-wood bowl was a white substance, in the middle stage of being a liquid and a solid. The man was standing off to the side, quivering, awaiting the thing's approval.
The beast glanced at him and gave him one, short nod. It watched as his shoulders slumped with relief and his breathing became steadier. One last thing to do. It grabbed the bloodied crucifix and poured the white mixture onto it. It started to sizzle, and then suddenly it was like there was an explosion of white light in the room. The beast, of course, was unaffected, but it couldn't say the same for the man. The only thing that remained of him was mushy puddle of blood and guts that was scattered around the floor. Good, he was gone.
It then looked down at the used-to-be crucifix. If you just glance at it, it wouldn't look any different. But a closer look would show you the truth. The pained face of The Lord Jesus Christ was no longer; it was just a smooth piece of the head.
Pocketing the piece of metal, the beast casually strolled out of the shop and onto the street.
(Simon POV)
I glanced around the table, Chloe sitting at the head. We all knew why we were here and we all knew that it wasn't good. Searching everyone's face for something, anything, to show how they were reacting to this, I came up short. So, returning my gaze back to Chloe's stern face, I studied her.
It's unbelievable how much she's changed. I have to admit, I did see her as just a little, clumsy girl when she was with us. And now, there's not one ounce of that girl in the woman sitting before me. She definitely grew into herself, that's for sure. I didn't want to make her leave in the first place, but I couldn't just say no to Dad when we just got him back. It made me almost hate myself, thinking about what could happen to our little Chloe, but it didn't destroy me like it did Derek. I don't even want to go down that road, it's really depressing.
Chloe cleared her throat to get everyone's attention and we all fell silent. She took a deep breath and began what was sure to be a long house meeting.
"I'm sure you guys all know why we're here," she shot a quick glance at Jamie, who not 10 minutes ago was blabbing about the horrible scene at the club, "but, there's a few things I want to say. First off, to the ones that have a more permanent residence here, we're closing down the club for the time being. To the other, I would like to ask of your help. But, I don't want your answer now. Zeke and I have an idea of what we're up against, and it's not exactly safe. "
Her eyes swept across the room, as if nervous for what was about to be said. "Some… weird things have been going on lately and tonight basically confirmed what we've been thinking. What happened was the work of a demon, of some sorts. This particular type is like what we would say is an unofficial demon. Based on what we read, they usually only come into this . . . dimension, if they're under orders of a higher ranking demon. They're not really spoken of, because it's so rare for one to come here.
"There really is no name for what this is, so I can't really tell you the origin of it. The only thing we really know is that it's a possibility that it has something to do with Edison group. Yes, I know Edison group was taken down a few years back, but I found files stating that they had contracts with demons, and everyone knows a demon can't get out of that until it's completed. So, it's most likely that there was a demon sent after us and won't stop until we" she motioned to Derek, Tori, and I, "are dead. So, all I need to know is if you're in this or not." Tension creeped up on us as silence took over once again.
"I'm in," Trent and Jamie whispered at the same time.
Chloe's eyes moved to us. I was in, but I wouldn't do this without my family. Dad sighed and looked at us for our opinion.
Before we could answer, Chloe spoke up again. "Like I said, you don't have to answer now. We need to start working on this problem, so you have until this time tomorrow to give me your answer." Nodding to each of us, she stood up and said, "Goodnight everyone." With that, she walked out of the room with Zeke hot on her heels.
Well, damn.
(Zeke POV)
I kept calm as I followed Chloe out of the room and told her goodnight before heading off to my own. If things continued to go on this way, she was sure to have a mental breakdown.
They all looked freaked out in there. That is, except for Derek. I would love to know what that guy's problem is. Anyway, back to what I was thinking before.
She didn't tell them the worst part. That contract, yeah, it said if Ed Group provided it with a necromancer sacrifice, the demon would hunt down, kill, and bring back all the bodies of the failed experiments. And what may the demon need a necromancer sacrifice, you ask? To kill off mankind and open a black hole in the universe. Scary shit, right? Right.
We also didn't tell them that there's a 5% chance of us beating this thing. I tried not to think about that too much.
(Derek POV)
Tonight was the night. Even if Dad didn't want to help, I was. I couldn't leave her, not again. So, if there's a chance that we're all going to die, I wouldn't go down without letting her know the truth.
I waited about 20 minutes before heading up to Chloe's bedroom. I leaned my head on the doorframe before tapping on the door three times.
Why are you so nervous? She's your mate! Grow a pair, the wolf growled at me.
Shut up and let me do this!
The door opened and I stood up straight. It was as if I was taken back 5 years in time. The red was washed out of her hair and she didn't have her contacts in. When she saw it was me her eyes widened and her mouth made a small "o".
"Derek," I felt a shiver run down my spine as she said my name, "what are you doing here?" she opened the door wider, gesturing for me to come in. When I walked in, I was attacked with the sweet smell of Chloe. I took a deep breath of it, knowing that after tonight I might never be able to bask in it like this again.
I felt her small hand on my arm and I trembled at the touch. "Are you okay?" Her worried voice consumed my brain, pushing every thought that don't pertain to Chloe and Chloe alone out of my head.
I wasn't sure if I could speak, so I just wrapped my arms around her small frame and buried my face in her neck. I heard her gasp before slowly placing her hands on my waist. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, but when we pulled away I knew it wasn't long enough.
"I'm sorry," my voice was rough, like there was sand paper in my throat. It felt like it, too. I looked into her pale blue eyes saw worry and something else that I couldn't recognize. "Don't be. What's the matter?" She caressed my cheek before holding my face.
Not taking my eyes off of hers, I started to speak. "I didn't want you to leave and I'm sorry for not stopping you. I'm sorry for not being strong enough to leave my dad and Simon and Tori. I'm sorry for trying but failing to replace you with Lacey. I'm sorry for not letting you know what you really mean to me."
I pulled her necklace out of my pocket. The light from the lamp shining in the corner of the room bounced off of the blue stones, making it shine. I held it up and ran my thumb over it.
"Chloe," her name tasted like honey on the tongue. I watched as silent tears started to run down her face, "you're my true mate. I love you."
(Chloe POV)
I let out a shaky breath as I his words ran through my mind.
I love you.
He wanted forgiveness that I couldn't give him, not yet. He kept it. He kept the necklace. He didn't want me to leave.
He loves me.
Just tonight. By morning it'll be as if it never happened.
I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled his face down, smashing my lips to his. He stood frozen for a second before tightening his arms around me and pulling me closer. The feeling of my body against his sent zings through me as his tongue slipped into my mouth. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He growled as I put my hands in his shirt, massaging the tight muscles on his stomach.
"Chloe, ar you sure about this?" he asked in a husky voice, only turning me on more.
"Shh, just go with it." He nodded his head and ripped my shirt off. I wriggled in his arms until he put me down. I quickly locked the door and when I looked into his bright green orbs, I knew this was right.
I kissed him deeply and led him to the bed.
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