Sorry this chappy was short. It's just because the next one has a lot in it, and it was impossible to add more to this one. Sorry again, and hope you guys enjoy my cliffhanger here. *muahahaha*
Love you all~
Sarah H.
Oh, and I don't own DP. *sighs*
"Liz?" I whispered. "Liz, is that you?"
I walked over to the ghost. She had to be Liz. She was wearing her Minnie Mouse nightshirt and giraffe socks. Her long hair was messy, but the usual blonde. The ghost had all her features, the same from the night Ed Group had killed her. The memory made my fists clench.
But the weird thing was-?
I hadn't summoned her.
Okay, I could summon ghost by accident, and I could stumble across them from time to time, but I had been totally relaxed when I was out here. And I don't think Liz would be just wondering around. Well, maybe, but still. Something felt wrong.
Uncontrollable powers, flashed through my mind.
"Chloe?" she whispered hoarsely. What was wrong with her voice? And now that I looked closer, it wasn't just her voice, her whole body seemed to be fading and just when I thought she'd disappear, it'd be back. "Chloe, is that you?"
Should I answer? Something seemed wrong. Maybe I should get Derek and Will-
Wait. What was I thinking? After all, Liz was my friend. I could trust her.
"Yeah, but Liz, what h-happened to y-you?" I cursed at my stuttering. I really had to learn how to control that.
Her eye's widened a bit, but then she composed herself and gave me her familiar sweet smile, "Nothing, just wanted to pay you a visit."
I flexed my fingers for a bit. Something defiantly wasn't right.
"Hold on, Liz. Let me just try and, uh, get the rest of you," I took one look at her before I closed my eyes. She looked tense. Why was I getting 'don't-trust-her' vibes from Liz? Hello! She is my friend! There shouldn't be any of that!
I shook my head, deciding that I was delusional, possibly from all the new stuff that's been happening faster than I can keep up with. Okay, I said to myself, time to summon.
I tried to focus on Liz, giving a mental pull and the usual summoning routine. I kept the the 'power setting' on low, remembering the forest around me, and the dead bodies that could very possibly be here. But no matter how hard I tried, she wouldn't become any clearer. She would just hover above the white earth, giving me weird looks that I don't think I've ever seen on her face. Something along the lines of evil and triumph. But if you looked closely, you could see the faint hint of fear in her eyes when I tried to summon the, um, rest of her.
"Liz?"
"Yes?" she snapped back. Sheesh, did all ghosts have to have an attitude?
But Liz never did,
"What's up with you?"
Her eyes widened, "Uh, nothing Saun- uh, Chloe. What makes you say that?"
I studied her a bit, trying to find a reason for her strange, un-Liz like behavior. Her eyes formed into slits, and let out an ear-splitting cry.
I think my heart just skipped a beat.
"Liz?" What was going on?
She started to disappear, and I hopelessly tried to grab her. But of course, that would never work.
So I moved to summoning again. And again, no matter how hard I focused on her, she wouldn't come back. So I eventually settled for waiting for something to happen. There wasn't much I could do anyway. But then, as I stood there, a horrible thought crossed my mind.
What if something was wrong with my powers. What if the werewolf genes made my necromancer powers weaker? Or possibly completely left me? Was it possible? Could it happen? I shivered.
But didn't I hate my powers?
Before I could answer that question, Liz materialized back into the same place she was standing not more than a few minutes ago. She huffed and tried to compose herself from her sudden leave.
What just happened?
"Chloe, t-the-ere's someth-thing over there. P-please h-help-" she pointed to the right, her faded hand shaking.
"What is it L-Liz? What happened?!" I cringed in terror. Danger? Now? Just when I was so relaxed and peaceful not too long ago?
I cursed under my breath. Couldn't a supernatural get a break or something?
"Ther-re!" She gasped and ran in the direction she pointed toward. I guess there was no time to get Will or Derek. I had to get to whatever was causing this. Fast.
I ran behind Liz, who was nothing more than a blur, but nevertheless visible enough.
The run was about a half a mile, complete with scratches and minor gashes. I didn't pay much attention to them, knowing that I'd heal quick. My lungs would have been shrunken and shriveled by now, begging for air, my muscles burning. But now, ever since my were-genes kicked in, I was totally fit. Don't get me wrong; I wasn't buff or anything like that, but I was strong. And it felt good.
Blurred Liz came to halt, and so did I. But once I stopped, I couldn't move anymore. Every part of my body was frozen, and it wasn't just because I was scared.
Yup, Diane Enright had me wrapped up in her binding spell, and was laughing moronically.
