The Reckoning By 331

OMG!!!! you guys are gonna love this!!!! its mostly in Derek's POV, with a little Chloe in the beginning. I hope you guys freak out!!!! oh, and I might not be able to update for a little while, because I'm in a play, and its this weekend, so I stay at school until like 9, but my parents don't let me bring my laptop to school. So I might squeeze in a small chapter next Sunday night, but it will probably be the second chapter of my other story, because I didn't get around to updating that this week. But if I can, I will write the next chapter soon. Cross your fingers!!!! enjoy and review!!!!!

This is what happens after the Awakening by Kelley Armstrong

I do not own anything and it all belongs to Kelley Armstrong. I am just using her characters and adding a few of my own.

Chloe's POV

When I woke up, my whole body ached. I kept my eyes closed, and just moved a bit to feel where I was. I was under a blanket, and there was a pillow under my head, so I assumed I was either on a couch or in a bed. I tried to sit up, but it hurt too much, so I settled for opening my eyes. I was staring up at a white ceiling, the kind that's found in most bedrooms, just plan white. I heard a light snore, and I twitched my head to the left, and saw Derek. My hearts stopped. He was alive!

"Derek!" He jerked up, startled.

"What? What?" I grabbed his legs and hugged them really tight. He calmed, and hugged me back. I was crying I was so happy. He bent down and hugged my for real when I let go of his legs. Then he sat back in the chair.

"So you're okay?" I was too busy staring at him and his aliveness to realize he was talking to me. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which made him all the more beautiful, being able to see his perfect muscles and flawless skin and no scar on his chest whatsoever.

"Chloe?" still ogling. I think I might have been drooling.

"Chloe!" I heard the fear in his voice and snapped back to reality.

"What?"

"So you're okay, right?" I nodded and he relaxed. And that's when the rest of my memory came back. For the moment I had remembered only that Derek had died. I gasped, seeing it all. Being attacked by Liam and Ramon, Liam battling us in the middle of the mall, Derek breaking his jaw (wince), getting caught by mall cops, them realizing who I was, running away from mall cop HQ, straight into the hands of the EG (Edison Group), Diane Enright threatening to kill us, the war of supernaturals, Derek dying (wince) to save me (wince), then after that a lot of red, filled with pain and anger, and the freakishly sharp memory of squeezing Diane Enright to death. And watching all that black smoke pour out her eyes. It hurt just to remember. When I had finished, I noticed Derek staring at me intently, fear in his eyes. His beautiful green eyes. That had almost died. I was crying again. Derek had been dead (at least I had thought so for a small amount of time) and because I couldn't control myself, or my powers, I had killed someone. Even if that someone was a psycho killing bitch that deserved to die, I was a murderer. I pulled Derek back in for another hug, and cried on his shoulder. He just rubbed my back, comforting me. I thought I heard someone open the door. I looked up, and I screamed. It was Diane Enright. And I fainted.

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Derek's POV (before this last part, back at the mall.)

My chest hurt like hell. I felt myself changing back, but that pain was nothing compared to this. Luckily, I felt that she had missed my organs when she stabbed me, only getting the muscles in my shoulder and side. But that didn't stop my chest from feeling the pain too. I heard a heart wrenching scream. CHLOE! I opened my eyes and looked up. I was hit with a weird wave of energy, and for a second I couldn't feel my body. Necromantic energy. I stood up, someone handed me some pants, and I took them. I think it was Andrew, but I didn't care. All I could think about was Chloe. Where was she? I heard another scream, not Chloe's, and looked up. Chloe was.......I don't know what she was. My blood turned to ice at the sight. She was glued to the wall in between the floors, not on the ground, and her body was covered in some kind of red, translucent, glow. It pulsed and a wave of red energy flowed over her every ten seconds. Her eyes were solid red, yet darker than the glow. But her hands were what scared me most of all. The energy had cascaded down them and shot out across to the middle of the room, pulsing and flowing energy. They were holding something up in the air, and I realized it was a person. Diane Enright. She was screaming and struggling, and I saw the energy hands tighten around her body. Chloe screamed again, and she shot out another wave of necromantic energy. Then figures started appearing everywhere. I looked around at everyone else, and they were all stone still, EG and our group alike, just staring up at Chloe. But when the figures started appearing, people started screaming and freaking out. I couldn't move. Chloe was in pain! And I couldn't do anything to stop it. I wanted to scream at her to stop, I wanted to stop her pain, so she could smile and I could hold her hand and kiss her whenever I wanted, and do anything for her. But I couldn't. I was frozen. Chloe screamed, and I wanted to rip out my heart it was hurting so much. But then, reacting to the scream, all the figures (ghosts, I realized) flew straight at Diane Enright. And they kept going. They went inside her. She stopped struggling, and just froze in midair, but not like she was dead, just like she had turned into a frozen spike. Then the ghosts poured back out, and trailing behind them was some kind of smoke or smog. It was black, and was pouring out of her eyes and mouth. The pulsing energy hands let her go, and she fell to the floor. I finally found my body again, and I sprinted forward.

"CHLOE!" I heard a gasp, and all the red left her, and she fell down off the wall. I caught her just before she hit the floor. She felt like she was going to crumble to dust in my arms, she was so frail. She looked weakly up at me.

"........Derek?" and then she fainted. I felt fear coursing through me. Was she dead? She had just let out an enormous amount of power, that no one else had ever done before, so I knew it was possibly. I shakily checked her pulse. I relaxed. She was still alive, just unconscious. I looked up, to see the Edison Group running for their lives. Apparently we had won. The others were rushing up to us, and Mike healed the stab wound on my chest, making it easier to breathe, because every breath before had caused my chest to move, making the wound hurt.. The rest asked me if everything was okay, was Chloe okay, what the hell happened, how did she do that, and more, but I couldn't focus. Andrew shepherded us all back to the cars, and I rode alone with him and Chloe in one car, while the others smushed into the two remaining cars. I laid her head on my lap, and buckled the seat belt around her waist. She looked so......beautiful. I can't describe just how wonderful she looked. I stared at her the whole ride back. When we arrived, I carried her into the house, into one of the spare bedrooms. Looking at her there, on the white bedsheets, she looked so small. I sat down next to her bed. I just couldn't leave her side, it felt wrong. Every time I tried, I felt like I needed to go back, that something was going to happen if I wasn't there beside her. Even when Andrew told me to come out because he had something he needed to explain to me, I felt the need to turn around, but I restrained it. I followed him out of the room grudgingly. And what I saw made anger flare up inside me. Diane Enright. I snarled.

"What the HELL is SHE doing HERE?!?!" I tried to lunge at her, but Shane pulled me back.

"Dude, its alright. She's on our side." WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?!?! AFTER ALL THE THINGS SHE DID I'M SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE SHE'S ON OUR SIDE NOW?!?!?! NO FUCKING WAY!!!!

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?! THAT BITCH TRIED TO KILL US!!!!!!!!!" I snarled again, and she cowered. I was surprised. She wasn't the type to be afraid of me. But I regained my anger and snarled again. Shane kept a firm hold on my shoulders.

"Let Andrew explain." Shane said, and I turned slowly toward Andrew.

"She's on our side now." Andrew looked like he was using all his strength to not show his fear. I hated it. I wanted to rip Diane's throat out, but Shane was just as strong as I was. He pushed me down onto the couch next to Simon, who was gripping the armrest, his knuckles white. Tori sat next to him. You'd think she'd be the one that needed to be restrained. But, she was just, frozen. Her eyes had this dead look, and she was staring straight at her mother like her brain had fried while she had been trying to comprehend something. Andrew sternly looked at me.

"The reason Mrs. Enright is with us is because of a huge misunderstanding."

"You got that right. Why don't you let me rip her to pieces so we don't have to deal with her anymore. Besides, isn't she supposed to be dead?!" Andrew stayed calm and dead serious, which annoyed me.

"You see, when Chloe's powers went out of control and attacked her, and that black smoke came out, it wasn't killing her, like it was probably meant to, but it was killing the evil soul inside her."

"And I repeat, isn't she supposed to be dead? Chloe killed the evil soul, so she should have died, why is she still alive?" I turned and snarled at her again, and she paled. She was sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room. She was damn lucky I wasn't free right now, because if I was, she would already be dead, like she was supposed to be.

"She was possessed." My brain turned to mush. Everything started to malfunction, and my brain exploded (figuratively). She had been possessed?!?!? How?!?! By who?!?!? And for how long?!?!?!!? and I still hated her, regardless if she was possessed or not. I bet she was possessed by the ambition to kill us all. Or experiment on us until we wanted to die. And I couldn't stand it. I tried to lunge at her, but Shane pulled me back again, and this time joey came to help him. I was not happy. Not happy at all. Andrew continued.

"She was taken over by the spirit of Samuel Lyle, the founder of the Lyle house, and the founder of the Edison Group. He took over her body the first year she joined the group, before she got pregnant with Tori. Her and a EG necromancer were summoning up Samuel Lyle to talk to him about his experiments and any discoveries he made, when he took over her body. He didn't take the necromancer's body because he would just banished him, but Mrs. Enright was not so lucky. She has been possessed for 16 years, and had no control over anything she ever said or did. Tori was made as an experiment of Lyle's, with Kit Bae's DNA, and that was the only reason she came to be. Of course, Mrs. Enright might have wanted to have children eventually, on her own terms, but instead she was forced into giving birth to Tori. But that doesn't mean she never loved Tori, even if she could never show it. So essentially, Chloe didn't kill Mrs. Enright. She killed Samuel Lyle's soul, or at least banished him someplace he can't come back from. And Mrs. Enright wants to do everything she can to make up for the things Samuel Lyle did with her body." My jaw had dropped to the floor. But I recovered quickly, thinking of other possibilities.

"How do we know she's not lying?"

"We don't, but we're going to keep her here and make sure she doesn't do anything that might say she's still with the Edison Group. But for now, all we can do is trust what she says is true." I didn't like this. I didn't like this at all. I looked over at Simon. He had gone all pale.

"Tori's........... my.......half.......... sister?" I just realized that and jumped. Ew. Well, at least they didn't date. Tori was having a similar reaction, but to different news.

"I was just.....an experiment..........of a dead guy........... in a woman's body?" Okay, that was just disturbing. Lots of images were burned into my mind I really could've lived without. I still didn't know what to think, so I got up, and headed in the direction of Chloe's room. I looked at Diane Enright. She was sitting meekly in a chair, looking scared to death, looking at Tori with sympathy and love in her eyes. It was so surprising I almost puked, but managed to hide my gag in cough, and went back to Chloe. I instantly felt better once I saw here, but she still wasn't awake, which worried me. I sat down next to her bed, and held her hand in both of mine. It felt small, but warm. I laid my head down on the bed, and tried to think things through. This was all crazy. There was no way I was believing that murdering bitch's story full'o'crap. Soon as I knew Chloe was okay, I was going to go kick Diane Enright's head til she lay unconscious, then I was gonna throw her body off a cliff. Everyone would thank me for being alive later. I then I waited next to Chloe's bed for hours, keeping her safe, hoping she would wake up. Mike came in and examined her, and he said she was fine, just exhausted from using do much power. She'd probably wake up in a couple hours. Tomorrow by the latest. I kissed her forehead, hoping she would be fine when she woke up. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, with my head on her bed, both my hands clasping her small left one.

I felt movement, but it was probably just my dream, so I didn't bother waking up. But then someone screamed in my ear.

"Derek!" Chloe! I jumped up, and scanned the room for danger.

"What? What?" I felt something wrap around my legs. I looked down, and saw Chloe hugging me, crying onto my legs. I hugged her back as best I could without bending my knees, and comforted her so she would stop crying. But then she moved back, and I bent down for a real hug. Her hair smelled like some sort of fruit. Kiwi mango, maybe. I hugged her tight, reveling in her smell and the fell of her arms around me. Then I sat back in the chair, but still grasping her hand.

"So you're okay?" I asked. She didn't respond, she was just staring at me with a weird half smile on her face.

"Chloe?" I started worrying. She still didn't say anything, just kept staring.

"Chloe!" She snapped out of it.

"What?"

"So you're okay?" I repeated, a little more strained with worry. She nodded, and I relaxed. Then she gasped, and stared straight into my eyes with a entranced look. She winced a couple times, before starting to cry again. I pulled her back into my arms, and let her cry on my shoulder as I rubbed her back. I heard the door open behind me, and felt Chloe look up and gasp. Then she screamed and fainted. I turned, and saw Diane Enright. I laid Chloe back on the bed and sat in front of her and growled.

"What do you want? Stay away from Chloe." It came out as a menacing growl, as I hoped it would, and she stepped back, seemingly scared. It looked like she was trying to say something.

"I..I..I just wanted...t..to see if she was alright." Her eyes were round with fear, and she was gripping the door like it was the only thing keeping her alive. I was about to say something more, when I felt Chloe move behind me. I turned, and froze. Her eyes were solid red again. And the red glow was coming back. The energy pulsed around her, and I snarled at Mrs. Enright.

"Get out now! You caused this!" she was shaking her head.

"I swear I didn't. But I do know what's happening, and I can help."

"NO!" I growled, and she jumped back. I glared at her.

"But I know what's wrong!"

"GET OUT!" I heard a gasp of pain, and turned back to Chloe. It was getting worse. Each jolt of energy that hit her, she gasped out in pain. It was hurting her. I turned back to the bitch at the door. She plucked up a burst of courage and stepped forward. I growled, but she stood her ground.

"I can help!"

"Why should I trust you?" She shook in fear, but answered strongly.

"Because I know how to make it stop. And I'm all you have," I scowled, and turned back to Chloe. The jolts had quickened, and it looked like they had gotten bigger. She had progressed to shrieks of pain for each jolt. Each cry felt like a dagger in my heart. I turned back to Diane.

"Do it now!" She nodded, and her eyes turned entirely blue. Her hands did too, and she was saying an incantation in another language I didn't understand. It was Latin, Greek, or Hebrew, the languages that were used by sorcerers and witches for incantations. But then a blue beam shot from her fingers, and hit Chloe square in the chest. The jolts abruptly stopped, and the red went away. But not without one last gasp of pain. I turned to Diane once I made sure Chloe was sleeping normally again.

"What's wrong with her? And why did it start when you walked in?" She seemed less scared of me now, though still wary.

"I thought it might happen like this, after what happened at the mall. I hoped it wouldn't but now I'm certain. She's a Taltheranian." I was confused.

"A what?"

"A Taltheranian. It was an ancient race of necromancers, that had powers described much like the ones Chloe displayed here and at the mall. The power probably never would have shown itself, just a recessive supernatural gene that needed another of the same gene to give the person those powers. But when her genetics were messed with, it could've activated that gene, giving her those types of powers. The reason no one ever knew was because she didn't know how to use them, so they were never shown, but that's why she could raise dead things so easily. The genetic manipulation didn't enhance her powers, it just activated dormant ones. The Taltheranians were a small but powerful race, and there powers were beyond belief. They could change the form of necromantic energy, and make it into matter, and use it on others. The red glow was Chloe doing just that. She made giant hands out of just energy. And when she summoned all those ghosts, she could have controlled them all at once, and done a lot of gruesome things with them, like making them possess people and force them to rip themselves apart with their own teeth. But, if Chloe doesn't learn how to control these powers, they could consume her."

I was silent. I didn't know what to say. People ripping themselves apart with their own teeth? Changing necromantic energy into matter? It didn't sound possible. And this was coming from a werewolf. Then I went cold. Her powers would consume her?

"What do you mean by consume her?"

"It will do exactly what they did here a few minutes ago, getting more drastic each time, until it kills her. Unless, of course, she learns to channel her power into something else."

"But why did it only show up now?" she thought for a minute.

"There are many possibilities. The most likely is that her Taltheranian powers needed a kick start to get going, and any kind over extreme emotional or physical stress would do it. But because the last to weeks have been pretty stressful for her, and nothing happened, it need to be something big. It was losing you that did it. Her pain started the reaction, and her anger and hatred towards me fueled her powers. Of course, unless my situation is explained, every time she sees me, she'll lapse into another power jolt coma, and it will start the process of killing her." I winced at the last sentence. I just couldn't think about that.

"What language did you use to fix it?" I wanted to make sure all the sorcerers and witches in the house knew it, so in case this happened while Diane wasn't there, Chloe would be okay.

"Oh, I was speaking in ancient Egyptian. That's where the Taltheranians lived in secret, and why the Egyptians have so many legends of gods having to do with death and the afterlife, because there was a secret race of all powerful necromancers living there with them."

"How long........ does she have to control her powers........ before she............." I couldn't bring myself to say 'dies'. It hurt too much. Diane was dead serious.

"Two weeks, max." My heart shattered. That could mean it could be less. Chloe started to stir. I sat down next to her and held her hand, and I heard Diane leave the room. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?" How was I supposed to tell her she only had two weeks to control her powers, or die? I kissed her, hoping this moment would go on forever, and that she'd never die.