Wassup peeps! Sorry about it taking so long, but along with the whole setting up my new laptop situation, my mom decided to pull my grounding over until 2 weeks after Christmas, and then I had writer's block. Trust me, i have been wanting to throttle myself for taking so long. So this is kind of short, but important nonetheless. Is that a word?
Quick thanks to everyone for being patient for me to update. Also, thank you to everyone who reviews and/or adds me to their Alerts/Favorites.
ON WITH THE STORY!
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(Derek POV)
I traced the delicate features of her face as she slept, leaving a trail of goose bumps in my fingers'wake. Her skin was soft like a flower petal, I suppose, and glowed in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window. Her hair, better than the finest of silks, was splayed across my bare chest as her body pressed against mine. It felt so right to be able to hold my dear, sweet angel of a mate in my arms once more.
You're starting to sound like a tool, the wolf grumbled, despite the fact that he agreed with me one-hundred percent. He's right, I did sound like a tool. Not that I cared. Our mate was here, in our protection, and nothing else mattered.
I thought it was just an illusion at first, nothing more than my mind playing cruel tricks on me. I didn't think that it was really happening, or even possible, until it was too late to do anything, if there was anything that could've been done, that is.
It seemed as if she was becoming lighter, in both color and density. With each too long second, she dulled; it seemed as if all the life was being sucked from her in front of my shocked eyes. She was. . . .disappearing. I tightened my grip on her slim waist, only for my hand to pass through, as if she were nothing but fog. My breath started speed up as panic took over me and adrenaline was shot through my veins. My mind was clouded over with panic. She now looked like a ghost; if the situation was not freaking me the fuck out, I would have laughed at the irony.
She was gone, nothing left behind but a thin mist that hovered where her body used to be. I was at a loss on what to do. She just faded away without a trace. Do I tell the others? Yes, I would have to. My wolf was howling in agony, stealing my ability to think straight. So, ignoring it the best that I could, I pulled on a pair of boxers and headed for Zeke's room. There was only one thought that wasn't jumbled up in the whirlpool of emotion that was my brain: what the fuck?
(Chloe POV)
The world was a whirlpool, whipping my helpless body to-and-fro. My entire body seemed to keep with the fast, steady rhythm of my heart. Th-thump, th-thump. Star bursts danced their way across my closed eyes, exploding like silent fireworks on the Fourth of July. It was like I was having an out-of-body experience, while still in the natural confines of my pale skin. It was, to say in the least. . . .strange.
Then, it all just stopped. The spinning, the the pounding, everything. I took a few minutes to collect myself and noticed that I was. . . .comfortable. So comfortable in fact, that I imagined the feeling to what it would be like if it were possible to actually lay on a cloud. A big, fluffy one at that. I opened my eyes, slowly, and saw, white? A stark white ceiling was the sight that I was met with.
I turned my head and was met with even more of the plain, yet bright color; it was more than I thought possible to have in one room. I wiggled my tingly toes and fingers, suddenly filled with a giddiness that caused a school girl giggle to bubble from my chapped lips.
"What, so you're awake now?" an annoyed voice asked from my right, obviously male. My head instinctively whipped towards it, a sudden 'pop' sounding from my neck. He was slouching in an uncomfortable looking chair, drumming his fingers one the stiff arm. He actually looked rather odd. His white blonde hair seemed to flop over his eyes, covering the top half of his black orbs. His form was short and lanky, covered with dark, russet skin. His eyes were narrowed, staring down me in condescending. Not comprehending nor was I in the right state of mind, the only response from me was another childish giggle.
"Yeah laugh it up because being strapped down and unable to get up is just so funny," he muttered, annoyed. My helpless giggle turned into an all out laugh, echoing throughout the room and leaving me gasping for breath. The man sighed and scooted his chair closer, the restraint on his ankle making slightly difficult. After another few minutes, my laughter died down and I was suddenly angry.
I tried sliding off of the enormous bed, but instead everything except my right leg, which was the only thing that kept me awkwardly dangling off of the side. Weird guy snickered and I turned my head to glare at him.
"Did you really think that they wouldn't tie you up, too?" he mocked. And indeed, my ankle was chained to the bed post. I groaned. I struggled to get up, and from the sound of his own laughter, it looked as stupid as it felt.
"How can you be laughing at a time like this?" I asked, exasperated. He shrugged and hid his smirk behind his hand.
"Oh, like you weren't just about to piss yourself laughing. By the way, I think that little episode was the cause of some kind of drug they gave us because when I woke up the exact same thing happened. Also, we'll probably be here awhile. Should've thought about that before your little stunt," he said.
"And who are you again?" I asked in a very bitchy tone. The blood was rushing to my head from being upside down and thw rold was beginning to tilt.
"Excuse me if my manners aren't up to your standards, your Highness, but my name is Cody Michaels. Not so pleased to make your acquaintance," he grinned as he gave a formal bow. Well, as formal as you could get while being bound to a chair. "May I ask of your name, Mistress?"
"Cut it out. And my name is Chloe. Chloe Saunders." I gave him my real name, figuring that if worst comes to worst, him knowing my name wouldn't make a difference.
He nodded and was just about to reply when the door creaked open and a woman strutted her way into the middle of the room. She seemed familiar. She had long, chocolate brown hair that fell down her back in soft waves, contrasting against her olive skin. Her small frame was fitted into a tight black dress; it was almost like a second skin on her. When I finally made it to her face, I saw big brown eyes and-
"Jamie!" I gasped.
"Hello, Chloe," she greeted in a seductive voice.
(A/N: I was going to cut it off here, but it was a little too short for my liking)
(Zeke POV)
"Argh. Leave me alone," I growled as I swatted my arm at Derek. What did he want now? I'm fucking tired, and god dammit if I wasn't going to get any sleep because of this bastard.
"Zeke, you have to get up. Chloe disappeared!" he near shouted in my ear. I yelped and all but flew from the bed, landing in a heap at his feet.
"Werewolf hearing, remember?" I hissed. Then, as I was digging into my ear with my pinky finger and he stared at me with his mouth hanging open, what he said finally came to me.
"What do you mean 'Chloe disappeared'?" I asked, stunned. I felt my eyes bug out of my head at the realization thay she might be gone. But what did he mean by disappear?
"As in she was there one second, and was gone the next!" he was pacing room now, running his hands through his hair as a deep scowl set onto his face.
"I don't know. It was like she just faded away and poof! she was gone." He was panicked; he kept twitching and he was shaking mildly.
Faded away. Why did that sound familiar? Oh, yeah. Fuck.
. . . When the ritual is performed, those being summoned are most known to slowly fade away from their present destination to where they are being summoned to. It is very rare that they somehow transport themselves there any other way, but is possible. The location the bodies are summoned to is often the location of the summoner. Although there are many ways to summon someone/something, each requires different. . . .
"They have her," my voice was grave as I thought of the many places that she could be by now. It was definitely within in the city, this was the only city in the world with the correct essence to to this kind of thing. But still, their hideout could be anywhere. I looked back up to Derek from my seated position on the edge of the mattress and found him staring at me in anger.
"Who has her?" he growled, so menacing and deadly that a slight shiver of fear ran down my spine.
"The demon."
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