Okay, I'm bored and can't sleep so I'm doing two chapters in one day. I realize that most of you probably didn't like the cliffy I had in the last chapter (Believe me, I hate it when other authors do that. It drives me insane!) But a good author always wants to keep their readers wanting more! Love you all

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CPOV

I stared at Derek in disbelief. Sure I had been suspecting that I was seeing a ghost- especially since Mary told me that's what she was- but it didn't mean that I liked the thought. Plus, seeing ghosts is something that people thing would be such a cool power to have. Hell, half the kids at my art school would love to be able to see ghosts just for the life experience needed to be in the movie biz. But come on, a necromancer? It made it sound evil and dark instead of wondrous and 'an awesome power' as some of my movie head friends had so kindly put it when we were watching this lame ass movie.

However, seeing dead people was not as cool as the movies make it out to be. When you see the deceased soul, right in front of you, asking for help, you can't help but feel guilty. I just hope that I never come across a young child in my days of being a necromancer. I don't think that I'd be able to get over their story of how and why they passed at such a young age. Unfortunately, all this talk of ghost made me stray to a subject that I'd rather not touch; my mother. She had died in a car crash on the way back from the movies on my parents date night. A drunk driver slammed into the side of her car, and she died on impact. My Aunt Lauren always blames my father for my mothers' death, but I could never bring myself to. How was he supposed to know that a drunk driver was going to slam into the side of their car? He couldn't know, and there was nothing that he could have done to stop it. I felt tears prick at my eyes again, but I blinked them back. I'd done enough crying for today. My eyes hurt.

"O-o-okay," I croaked, not exactly sure how to respond. I mean, when somebody says,

'She calls you that because you see dead people,' what are you supposed to say?

"You know that necklace you're wearing?" he asked. I nodded, not exactly sure where he was going with this.

"Well an old legion says that it's supposed to help you not see as many ghosts. I think it has something to do with your glow," he explained. And there's that word again. Glow. What is a glow anyways? Is it like some kind of aura? I asked him and he opened his mouth to answer, but Simon beat him to it. I'd almost forgotten that he was here.

"A glow is a kind of light you give off that ghosts can see. It's how they identify you as a necromancer. I mean, come on, if you didn't have a glow how would they be able to tell you from a regular human? They'd just be going around, talking to every person to see who can hear them. The glow plays a meaningful role."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," I said. "But did she mean when she said my glow was three times as bright as the other necromancers? Does it have anything to do with my powers? Or is it meaningless?"

Simon opened his mouth to answer, but this time Derek cut him off. What is with these two? Did they do this when they were little like one of those freaky twin telepathy things where they finish each others sentences?

"They say the brighter the glow, the more powerful the necromancer, but I could be wrong."

I nodded again and we just sat there in silence, none of us knowing exactly what to say now. Then I remembered a question had earlier.

"Hey," I started slowly, "how exactly do you guys know so much about this stuff? Are you like, SiFi nerds or something?"

To my amazement- and utter relief- Simon laughed and Derek's lips turned up in a small smile. I couldn't help but smile too. Derek seemed to have the kind of smile that didn't show up often, but when it did, you couldn't help but smile too.

"What do you think Derek? Can we tell her? 'Cus there's no use trying to keep her in the dark now?" Keep me in the dark about what?

DPOV

I can't believe that she was taking this so well. Most people would have laughed and thought that the person suggesting they saw ghosts was insane. They would look for a 'logical explanation' like some kind of mental disorder. But Chloe didn't react that way. She seemed okay with it, like she'd already come with it on her own. She seemed a bit shocked at first, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity over exactly what it entailed.

She's not exactly like most people, she can see past the norm, and that's what I love about her.

Oh, you love that about her now do you? the wolf taunted.

I swear if this wolf doesn't shut up.

I was shot out of my internal banter with my inner wolf when Chloe said, "Hey, how exactly do you guys know so much about this stuff? Are you like, SiFi nerds or something?"

I smiled at the comparison and of how clueless she was while Simon bent over in laughter. It was really too cute.

Oh, so now she too cute?

What, you don't agree?

That's not what I said! Of course we think she's too cute she's it, she's our-

But I didn't get to hear my wolf finish its thought because what Simon said caught me completely off guard.

"What do you think Derek? Can we tell her? 'Cus there's no use trying to keep her in the dark now."

Oh, fuck.

Hahahahah! Another cliffy! Sorry, I really just couldn't help myself, evil I know. :] But anyways, thanks for reading. R&R!