Author's Note

Sorry it's not really long again. I hope you all like it and review on what you think!

I woke to a long string of profanity. (Given by none other than Derek.) I looked around, than looked to the ground. The corpse was crawling after me.

"I I I g g guess I r r raised it…"

Derek glared at me but I continued my normal routine for when this happened. "S s stop." It stopped and cocked its head to the side. I began pulling its spirit from the corpse and apologizing many times.

The same woman materialized in front of me, while her body lay limp. "What do you think your doing?" She screeched her face in a grimace.

"I I I'm s s sorry. I I didn't mean t to."

She through her hands up in the air. "Little Necro you've got a lot to learn if you think I'll even come close to believing that was even close to an accident!"

My hands shot up. "I didn't mean to I swear! It's not even my fault! I was asleep!"

"Well stop sleeping and throwing me back into my corpse!"

"You try not sleeping when you're alive! It's a lot harder then it looks because trust me I tried." I crossed my arms over my chest letting her know that I was frustrated.

Derek stayed quiet I almost forgot he was there until he spoke up. "Just push her away and let's get breakfast."

I glared in his direction. "Sorry, not helping.' He said crossing his arms over his chest.

I took a breath. "Why is your body here?"

She looked at me than sighed dramatically. "If you must know, it was dragged here by the guy who killed me. Who got killed here to."

I looked at her trying to see if she was serious. She was. "Was he, uh a Supernatural to?"

She nodded. I touched my hand to my cheek and put two and two together. "Then h he d did t this?"

"Well obviously." Geese someone needs an attitude adjustment.

"But whatever you do don't-"I was doing exactly what she told me not to do, pulling him through. I felt resistance but I was stronger and he began to materialize.

"What the Hell?" He saw me. "You!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes the chick you slapped in the face, remember me?"

Derek looked at me. "She was the one who slapped you?"

I looked back at him meeting his gaze. My heart sped up but I ignored it. "No there's another ghost here. He killed her."

"Why'd he slap you?"

"I was getting to that part." There was a gruff sorry and I turned back to my ghosts.

The words were on my lips but he was already speaking. "I slapped you because I don't like necromancers, especially young ones who raise the dead just for the Hell of it."

"But I never-"

"What do you call that?" he asked pointing to her corpse.

"A a a an accident."

He snorted. "Really?"

"Yeah! I accidentally raised it in my sleep! I can't control my freaking dreams!"

"Chloe.."

"No Derek I'm dealing with this."

Simon walked down the stairs. "Hey what's going on?"

"Chloe's dealing with her ghost's."

"I thought it was one ghost."

I interrupted. "Well actually no I'm trying to figure out why one slapped me in the face."

Simon opened his mouth but Derek shut him up with a glare. "Go on." Derek said gesturing for me to continue my chat.

"So you slapped me because you don't like necromancers, correct?" He nodded his head. "Well if you lay your dead hand on me once more I'll push you back to the depths of Hell." I tried to sound confident.

A stricken look passed through everyone's faces. No one was used to me being that upfront with anyone before, especially not a ghost, it felt good.

"So your names Chloe?" I nodded. "I'm Ted." I don't really care.

"Well, Ted it's time to say goodbye." And I pushed him back without hesitation.

'Damn Chloe where did that come from?" Simon asked as we were walking up the steps.

I shrugged. "I guess I'm tired of being pushed around by ghosts. It's about time I took charge."

He smiled. "That's good." And he grabbed my hand.

When we got upstairs Tori was stopping down the steps from our rooms. "What was with all the noise?" She said looking at me.

I internally groaned. Couldn't she stop for a day? I've been through enough today already.

Derek told her to shut up and walked into the kitchen. We followed him and sat down. I looked out the window. It was raining, hard. It was almost impossible to see ten yards away from the house.

I closed my eyes and took a breath. It was unsettling to me how fast it was moving outside but it felt like the air was still. I opened my eyes to the discussion at hand, "That Tori needed to keep her mouth shut if she didn't have anything nice to say or if it wasn't relative to the discussion.