Yes, I know. Another A/N. This will be the last A/N, because this will be the last time I update this story.
I know I said that I would have everything written and done, but I'm a huge procrastinator and ended up just not writing anything. I actually forgot all about the entire story. So, I went back and read it and realized that it was not how I wanted it to be. The plot was sloppy and everywhere and just all around horrible. I had planned to just see where the story went, but that was a huge mistake on my part. Also, I just lost the passion I had for this in the beginning. I'm just not feeling it anymore. The next story I write, if I write one at all, will be much more structured and planned out, mostly to avoid making it into a mess. But , I have decided to post the little bit that I have written for the 7th chapter. I want to see what you guys would've done with this, so PM to give me your opinion. If not, that's cool, you don't have to. I feel that I should say that I did have one solid idea that was not going to change no matter what: Chloe, for some reason or another, will go to the "dark side" and have to kill Tori, Simon, Kit, and Derek in the ways they had died in her dream in the 1st chapter.
At the end of this little tidbit of the story, I have the summery for something that's been floating around in my head and I wanna know what you guys think of it.
I don't own Darkest Powers.
(Lacey POV)
I moved from my hiding spot against the wall as Zeke and Derek rushed out of the door and into the night. I didn't have to be worried about being seen, for I was invisible to all except the abandoned souls still wandering this cold world; I was that one spark of light hovering in the distance of the one never ending tunnel, giving them a peak at what they don't deserve quite yet.
I had listened in on the two's conversation and was extremely livid. I know I shouldn't be surprised, this is a demon we're dealing with and they aren't exactly known for keeping their word. Anger swelled up in me and overwhelmed my mind. They would pay for this. Just the thought of what could be happening to her, my darling daughter, only fueled my anger.
Calm, my child, his soothing voice flitted into my ears, whispering like a steady breeze floating its way through a grassy field. It is vital that your focus is kept on your present mission, not that of your future's.
Anything for you, Father. I unclenched my fists and cleared my head, only concentrating on his precious words. I summoned Anne to me, watching as her form appeared before my eyes.
"Yes, Miss Lacey?" her eyes shined with the hope that she would finally be given the golden chance of repenting her sins. Ready to grab at the chance of finally be welcomed into the paradise that I too wish to call home someday.
"Anne, I need you to go into my room and fetch me the special belongings that I brought I hid when I first arrived." A face-splitting grin broke out onto her face as she realized where this was leading.
Just as she was about to disappear once again to act on my request, she hesitated. "Miss," she started, shakily, "are you going to save Miss Chloe and bring her back to us?" My lips were a tight line as I thought of how to answer this.
"I hope so, Anne. I hope so."
(Zeke POV)
Derek and I walked on the hard asphalt, trying to make as little sound as possible. I gripped the G30 shoved in the inner pocket of my jacket a little tighter, reassuring myself that it hadn't somehow slipped out of my pocket from two minutes ago when I checked last. I was nervous. We haven't had contact with this guy since we first came to the great city of New Orleans.
His shop was just around the corner, and once we were there we would be able maybe get a lead as to where Chloe was. It was hard to think about it without becoming too angry to not throttle the next person who shoves into us.
I almost couldn't wrap my head around it. I mean, I knew something like this would happen; we both did. I just hadn't expected it to be this soon. Oh God, I thought. What are we going to do if we can't find her? And if, no, when we do, how are we going to go about this? I shook my head. I can't think like this. Think positive.
I stopped in front of the shop door and stared for a moment. Something wasn't right here. Derek stood next to me, his eyes glancing to me every few seconds before returning his gaze back to the glass.
"Is this the place?" he asked, agitated. His arms were stiff at his sides as he shook his leg, anticipating the brutal fight for his mate's life. I really wish he wasn't here right now; all he did was whine like a little bitch.
"Yes, this is the place. Not what you expecting, is it?" I drawled. Erzulie's (A/N: this is a real shop in NO, just thought I should let you know) looked a bit like nothing more but a worn down shack smack dab in the middle of the French Quarter, but once you were inside it you just might face your wildest fears.
I pulled out my Glock and motioned for Derek to open the door with the nod of my head. He tugged it open, slowly but surely, I was certain that something was off. Extremely off. Like, shot out of this dimension, off. I walked in, gun pointed at the dirty ground in front of me. It smelled of dry blood and flesh just on the edge of decomposition. We half jogged to the back of the shop, trying our best to ignore the strong smell interlaced into everything and concentrate more on the smell of death and dark magic that floated in the air.
The scent led us to the back of the shop to a section closed off by a heavy, deep violet curtain that looked worn and rotted. Motioning Derek behind me because I was the one with the actual weapon, I used the barrel of the gun to push the curtain aside. We weren't surprised when we found that was behind the curtain were the melted remains of a man, Darrel Randall, lay strewn across the ground. Of course the demon, or one of his many cronies, would've gotten to him first.
"Derek, I hope you realize that we just might be completely screwed now," my voice rang out, breaking the respectable silence over Darrel's remains.
"Why do you say that? Isn't there anyway that we can still save Chloe?" he questioned, obviously agitated by my lack of faith. His words pissed me the fuck off. Was he really this selfish? It made me wonder what Chloe ever saw in this guy.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't you realize that this is so much bigger than that, than just finding Chloe? You're so damn stupid! This is the entire universe we're talking about, dammit!" I all but screamed at him. Who the fuck did he think he was? I just wanted to throt- wait, this is exactly what they want what they want. Why am I giving it to them? "We can't fight," I continued in a much calmer voice. "That's what they- what they're expecting us to do so that we'll play right into they're hands. Plus, it'll only make things a hell-a lot more difficult." I took a deep breath. This shit really wasn't going to get us anywhere.
Derek was staring at me, looking unsure if what to say after my little outburst. He opened his mouth to say something, but I waved him off and pinched the bridge of my nose, hoping to clear my head for just a second to get my thoughts straight.
"Zeke," of course, he's going to talk anyway. Shocker, "I know that our first priority isn't to get her back. Believe me, I know. The thing is, wouldn't having her be to our advantage? They obviously need her for whatever it is that they're trying to accomplish, so it would definitely buy us sometime and give us some leverage over them." His eyes had that look of undeniable determination in them again, just this time there was also a hint of vengeance that haunted them.
"Now we're talking," I said, thankful that he was finally getting with the program. "Yeah, it will. But, before we can do anything, we find a few things here that could help us out." I stepped through the dried puddle of blood and gore, no longer caring because he was an asshole anyway, and went to open the large cabinet tucked into the corner. I surveyed the contents as I felt Derek walk up behind me. The shelves we stocked full of bottles and bottles filled with liquids and slimes varying in color. Hmm, now where is it? I felt a cocky smirk tugging at my lips as I saw what I was looking for. It was a slim vial filled almost to the brim with a black, sloshy liquid. It was a little like that black stuff that you would put on splinters and whatnot.
"What is that?" Derek asked from behind, his breath slightly tickling my ear. I shrugged my shoulders in an attempt to get him to back away. I don't care if it's almost the end of the world, having a dude breathing down the back of my neck, literally, was uncomfortable.
"This is the answer to our prayers," I took pleasure in hearing the frustrated sigh that escaped his lips, enjoying toying with his mind which was always so used to complicated and complex problems, mostly ignoring the simplest solutions. Sure, this nasty looking stuff wasn't really going to fix everything, but it was sure as hell going to help us get there. I pocketed the vial and turned to face Derek, ignoring his condescending and withered look of frustration that he sent my way. Oh, how fun it is to annoy people.
(Chloe POV)
Cody and I followed silently behind Jamie through the empty halls of the seemingly endless mansion we were being kept hostage in. Our footsteps echoed throughout, the only sound in the otherwise silence. We had been taken out of our restraints, which were replaced with shackles locked around our wrists and binding us together, making me think of old-timey cartoon jail mates. Jamie had tried to test us before we even left the room. Apparently, each demon has a "specialty" and hers seemed to be seduction. Anyway, she wanted to test if her powers still help over us with the special drugs that they had given us to keep us asleep for an allotted time. It was the reason I was laughing like a damn maniac. It had little effect on either of us.
We kept on our heavy stride for a few more minutes, until Jamie stopped short in front a set of grand double doors. She turned to us, her hand resting on the door handle behind her back and gave us a sly smile. "Now, I want you two to be on your best behavior in front of Master. He doesn't like to be disrespected, and it's in your best interest that you go along with that," giving each of us a look of warning, she threw open the doors.
When we stepped into the huge room, I was taken back to when I was just a small child, watching Beauty and the Beast with my mom. It was an extravagant ballroom, the kind of thing that was only fit for royalty. The large windows that lined the walls were covered in black shutters, barely visible from the faint light that flickered from burning torches that were perched upon the grand walls between each window. At the very end of the room, there was an overly large pile of pillows strewn across the floor. On the center of the pile, lay a man and surrounding him was what I estimated to be about 10 women, all dressed in revealing lingerie and rubbing his shirtless body. He was something of a Greek god; perfectly chiseled features, sculpted muscles of someone who is usually accused of using steroids, and a gaze sharp as that of a wild animal.
The door slammed itself shut behind us, and I couldn't help but notice the locks turn themselves, either. We were both nudged slightly forward and were given and excited and expected look from Jamie. Not wanting to cause too much trouble for myself, I began hesitantly walking towards the man, Cody quickly falling in step with me. Only five more feet un-OW!
There was a loud thud as my head hit air, sending a painful throbbing through my skull. I saw from the corner of my eyes that Cody had apparently also felt this, and was clutching his head. We looked at each other for a moment before we were both harshly forced to our knees.
I would really love to hear what you guys would do with this. Also, if anyone wants to take it and change it up a bit and make it their own story, go ahead.
Now, about this other story. I'm not 100% sure if I want to do it yet, but I want to take the readers' opinions into consideration. It's a Twilight fic (please know that I am NOT a twi-hard, nor do I even like twilight, but the idea popped up and I can't rid myself of it) which features mostly the wolf pack and yes there is an imprint involved. I'm not going to tell you much else, so I'll just leave it to the summary to explain things a bit more.
All that I've Got: All was she wanted was to be free; to be away from those who caused her pain. But when her plans to escape don't work out as well as planned, Embry is the one to find her, only to learn that she is in a coma. All the while, she is finding solace from her pain in her own made-up fantasy world, where she conjures up a companion to guide her through it. Embry, along with a few other of his pack brothers, stay with her, waiting for her to wake.
Sounds bad, I know, but I couldn't give you everything. I think I've actually given away too much already.
Fair Winds Fanfiction
-DMOC