Okay, I know I said that I canceled this story, but now I'm reactivating it. I just had a story I really like canceled and realized how sucky it feels so I'm going to try my best to continue this story. I hope that my previous followers still read it because I'm doing this for you guys. And thanks to all the people who reviewed on the 15th chapter, you guys rock. Okay, here's the continuation!

Kill Switch Engage- My curse

I watched you walk away

Helpless with nothing to say

I strain my eyes

Hoping, to see you again

This is my curse

CPOV

I raced into the living rightening my shirt and just grabbed my phone before I missed the call. "Hi Aunt Lauren."

"Hi sweetie, I was wondering if you and Simon wanted go to that new pizza place that just opened up last week and then come back and sleep at my house tonight," she asked sweetly. My brows scrunched in confusion and annoyance. She really had to interrupt me and Derek for that? The thought of Derek made heat rise to her cheeks. Why did she have to interrupt us?

"Um, yeah Aunt Lauren, that sounds great, but um, wh-what about Derek?" I asked nervously. She didn't seem to like him all that much when she saw him.

"What about whom? Who's Derek?" I sighed.

"You know, Derek? The guy who had the br-broken arm?"

"Oh, right, what about him?" she asked, confusion lacing her tone. Wait, she probably had no idea that Derek was staying here. Dad knew, but they didn't exactly have the best relationship and he'd left for that business trip this morning, he probably forgot or just didn't find it important enough to bother with a phone call. I was suddenly troubled by the thought. What if she freaked about him staying here? When they'd adopted Simon, her Aunt wasn't very accepting of it. She didn't like the idea of a strange boy coming to live with them, even if he was technically going to be her brother. Even if they were little kids, her Aunts mind immediately went to what she thought might happen when they became teenagers. It was still enough to make me blush.

I blushed harder when I thought about how she would react if she knew just what she was interrupting when she called. If only she had waited another five minutes.

"Chloe?"

"Wh-what?" I asked dazedly.

She sighed. "What about Derek, he's gone home by now hasn't he?"

I bit my lip and rubbed the faded burn marks on my arm through my shirt, a nervous habit of mine. "W-well, y-y-you s-see-"

"Slow down, take a deep breath," she soothed, though I could still hear that she was nervous about what I was about to tell her. Damn stutter.

"D-Derek s-sort of l-lives with us n-n-now." There was a pause on the other end of the phone. I dug my nails into my arm. Can't she just say something already?

After what seemed like an eternity, she answered. "Well… can't he just stay there by himself?"

I gaped. "U-um, no, not really. He's been isolated from society for like t-ten years, I can't leave him alone y-yet," I squealed. I switched sides with my phone and walked to the kitchen.

"Of course you can, he's a big boy, Chloe. If he can survive alone in a forest for ten years, I think he can make it one night alone in a pent house suite," she said reasonably.

And it was reasonable. Here he had luxuries that he didn't have out there. He had food, shelter, running water, and nothing in here would attack and try to kill him. But there are so many things he doesn't know how to use. He could explode something in the microwave; burn down the house with the stove, over flow the floor with the bath tub, and so much more. Not to mention, he didn't seem to want to be alone. He was like a lost puppy that was just found and is afraid to be away from its new owner. Leaving him here alone felt wrong, I felt like something bad was going to happen and I wouldn't be here to help him.

"I-I don't know, Aunt Lauren. H-he really doesn't know h-how to work things around the house and I-I don't f-feel comfortable l-leaving him here," I admitted sheepishly. I heard her sigh impatiently on the other end.

"Chloe, you can leave him there for one night, it's not going to kill him," she snapped impatiently.

I scoffed. "I'm sorry, Aunt Lauren, b-but I don't feel c-comfortable with it. I'm not going. Look, I've got homework I'll c-call you later. Good bye."

"Chlo-" I hung up before she could finish saying my name.

I exhaled in frustration and slammed the phone down on the counter and crossed my arms over my chest. I tentative hand on my waist made me jump and spin around. I was met with Derek's sheepish face, like he was afraid he'd made a wrong choice. He was looking anywhere but at me. I put two of my slim finger under his chin and forced him to face me, but he still wouldn't meet my eyes.

"You h-heard the whole ph-phone conversation, h-huh?" I asked knowingly. He seemed hesitant, but nodded.

"I'm not… I'm not making you stay here am I? I don't want to stop you from having a good time with your family," he said guiltily.

I felt a small pang in my chest, he shouldn't feel guilty, and it really wasn't his fault. I gave him a small smile and a quick pack on the lips. "I have a good time with you, and I can see my Aunt any time."

He smiled down at me and snaked his other arm around my waist. He lowered his face to mine, but I gently pushed away. He frowned.

"Is something wrong? Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" he asked hurriedly, concern filling his emerald eyes.

I laughed and shook my head. "No, but I did have an ulterior motive for staying with you tonight."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what might that be?"

I bit my lip and slipped out of his arms. "T-tell me more about necromancy."

LPOV

"Chloe, you can leave him there for one night, it's not going to kill him," I snapped. Really, it was going to kill him, but she didn't have to know that. I didn't like being like this with her, tricking her and lying to her, but it was for her own good. That mutt was dangerous, and him staying in the same house as her is something I simply won't allow.

The plan was that I get Chloe and Simon to stay with me tonight while Davidoff and Enright went to Chloe's house to sedate and capture the mutt so they could bring him back here for termination. Or, if it came down to it, kill him there. I'd prefer them killing him here. If they shot him down there it might leave a residual, and we didn't need Chloe to see that. Not that she's actually seen a ghost yet, as far as I know. Anyways, they were supposed to come to my house, the mutt would get captured, and we'd a go back to how it was before that thing showed up in Chloe's life. But she was being so stubborn, worried about his well being. Why did she even care? He certainly wasn't worth worrying about.

I heard Chloe quietly scoff on the other end. I gritted my teeth to keep my temper. This would be so much easier if she would do as I said, like she always use to do before he showed up. He was changing my sweet little Chloe, and I didn't like it, not one bit. "I'm sorry, Aunt Lauren, b-but I don't feel c-comfortable with it. I'm not going. Look, I've got homework I'll c-call you later. Good bye."

"Chloe!" The line went dead before I even her name out. I slammed my phone shut in annoyance. This was not going as planned.

"Well?" Diane prodded, "Are they getting out of the way, or are we going to have to bring extra sedative?"

"Don't you even dare think about doing that to my niece," I spat.

"It's not like we have a choice, we need to do what's best for the experiment. And what's best is getting rid of this run away werewolf, once and for all. Niece or not, we are going there tonight."

I opened my mouth for a retort, but Marcel cut me off.

"We know how attached to Chloe you are-"

"- I am not attached-"

"-but," he continued with a disapproving look on his face. I instantly knew to keep my mouth shut. "Diane is right, we need to what is best for the experiment, and this is best. I'm sorry but we have to invade tonight."

I bit my lip and wrung my hands, looking down at the table. There wasn't much I could do to fight this, they had the final word. And getting Derek out of the picture-and out of Chloe's life- was what was best. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.

"And Chloe and Simon don't get hurt?" I asked quietly. Diane rolled her eyes, I glared at her, and she scowled back.

"We'll do our best, but there are no guaranties," Davidoff said calmly.

I shook my head. "No, that's not good enough. I need a promise that Chloe and Simon will stay unharmed."

He looked nervously over to Diane and they had a silent conversation. He seemed to be debating on whether he could keep that promise or not. I felt anger build up in my stomach. Their safety is not up for negotiation!

After a few more minutes of their silent talk, he turned back to me. I crossed my arms and met his gaze.

"We'll do our best, but there are no guaranties." He saw me shift, about to argue, and quickly moved to reassure me. "However, there won't be any permanent damage done and we will on deal with her if she tries to get in the way. We will only sedate her and bring her straight to you. A small price to pay to have that vicious beast away from your niece, don't you think?"

I bit my lip and chewed it over. He had a point, the mutt needed to get as far away from her as possible. If the worst that could happen to her was taking a little sedative and being sent to my house, I think I could handle that. I sighed. "Alright, but you have to promise that's the worst that could happen to them," I said sternly.

He smiled. "Promise."

Okay, I hope that this chapter made up for my sucky withdrawal. You do not know how sorry I am about that, but I'm here now, and that's what counts. Better late than never, right? Anyways, on that note, I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. G'night, and please review! :D