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CPOV

"Don't be afraid girl. I'm not going to hurt you, I just need you do something for me, that's all," the burnt lady cooed.

To hell she wasn't going to hurt me!

"Wh-who a-a-a-are y-you," I stuttered. Stupid stutter.

"My name is Mary, and I am not somebody you want to make angry."

I gulped. This 'ghost' spelt trouble. I would have screamed if I weren't so terrified. I heard something pounding at the basement door. Why don't they just come in? Or right, I locked it. Damn it. Mary began making her way slowly towards me causing me to back up against a wall.

"G-go away. P-p-p-please."

But she didn't go away, instead she just simply laughed in my face like I had told her the funniest thing in the world.

"You are a funny little necromancer, and a very powerful one from what I can tell. You have the brightest glow I've ever seen. I've met maybe three others in the 250 years or so years of my after-life and yours is about three times as bright as any of theirs."

Okay, what is she talking about? A glow? What's a glow? I've heard of people say that when your really tan you glow, but I'm sickeningly pale. And what's a necromancer? I think I've heard of it once in some movie I watched, but I don't remember exactly what it means.

The basement door burst open, lock and door both breaking. Derek flew down the stairs with Simon struggling to keep up. Some light from the hallway came down the stairwell, but I could still only see shapes. The only thing I could see clearly was Mary, who seemed to put off her own light source. Guess ghost have that kinda power.

Derek ran right throw Mary and picked me up, pulling me tightly to his chest. I screamed at the sight of him speeding right through her. It's one thing to mentally accept that you are seeing a ghost, but another to have it physically proven by having some one walk through them. Not a good experience. He brought me up the stairs-still screaming my head off- and sat down on the couch with me in his lap, still holding me closely.

Then I realized just exactly how close we were.

I had my arms rapped around his neck and my face was buried in the crook of his neck. My chest was pressed up against his and my ass was on top of his... lower half. I felt my face flush and buried my face farther into his neck to keep him from seeing.

DPOV

Why was she screaming like that? She doesn't look hurt, and I didn't see anything down there.

It doesn't matter why she's crying, all that really matters is that she's hurt. And you can make her feel better... in very nice ways... the wolf growled.

What do you mean? Why should I care?

The wolf sighed then said, you get to comfort her idiot, just look down and you'll see how much she wants you to loose control...

I did as I was told and looked down at Chloe's sobbing figure. Then I finally realized what he meant.

Her face was in my neck crying her eyes out and soaking my shirt-well, my borrowed shirt- while her arms were rapped around my neck. But it got worse-or more like better-, her tits were pressed up against my chest and her tight ass was right on top of 'Lil Derek.' I had to bright my tongue to keep myself from growling in pleasure when she pressed her face more firmly into my neck, causing her perky tits to slide up my chest.

I was about to pull her back and ask her what had happened when another car pulled into the driveway. Seriously how many people come here on a daily basis? I told Simon that somebody had pulled into the driveway. He looked confused for a moment then swore underneath his breath.

"It's the house keeper Annette. She's coming back from the grocery store," he explained.

Well we can't discuss this now can we?

I told him to help her bring them in while I brought Chloe to her room. He nodded and went to do as I told. I got up from the couch and went into the room that had the strongest trace of Chloe's scent. Sure enough I walked into a purple room, with a queen sized bed and a bunch of fancy shiny things I couldn't identify. I laid her down on her bed and looked at her as she cried, not exactly sure of what to do. She just looked so fragile and breakable. Like a little doll that would shatter if it were dropped. My chest constricted and I sat down beside her, pulling her into my arms again.