A/N: So no one was curious which phrase was the one I promised to add in, in chapter three? Did y'all even read that author's note? :'( Well I guess it doesn't really matter. My authors notes are mostly random chatter anyway. But they do sometimes have important information in them, like in the this instance. WARNING! THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT FOR YOUNG READERS! Okay so I've warned y'all, this chapter may get a bit mature, but if you think you can handle it more power to ya! Now I may be exaggerating the severity of whether or not this chapter is inappropriate but I'm really only trying to cover all my bases and look out for my readers with, shall we say *stricter* parents/guardians. Anyway I'll shush up now and get on to the story after this quick disclaimer. Oh and I'm trying to reach over 1,500 words, and if possible 2,000 words, in a chapter so this will be a long one! If it's too long someone let me know and I'll cut it into two. :) Also all italicized lyrics or stanzas are poetry of my own creation! ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Darkest Powers Trilogy. Kelley Armstrong does. I do however own, Ez and my new mysterious guy. Who shall remain nameless for as long as my writers block is in sync with my impatience and boredom and lack of ability to pay attention to much at the moment!

Chapter 8

We went to bed fairly early again last night. Turns out fate would have it that my back would clear up on it's own so I didn't need to take him up on his offer. Gosh the thought just brings tears to my eyes, that is if tears can be physical representations of my abundance of sarcasm. It seemed that everyone had had enough excitement, what with meeting that guy and all. I slipped on some pants and slippers and headed downstairs to grabs some breakfast. Usually I slept in my pajama shorts and eat breakfast in them too, but they were in the wash, so I slept in a long shirt and threw on some clean pants in the morning. I wasn't going to risk anything with him around.

I reached into the fridge and stared blankly at it's contents. I grabbed the first bit of leftovers that looked edible then left a not for Andrew to send someone out shopping soon while the unidentified food was cooking. Well, reheating, since I never at leftovers hot. It's just not right! Once my food was luke-warm I took it out of the microwave and leaned against the door-frame while munching on it. Turns out I was eating lasagna, which actually tasted pretty good.

I started getting lost in my thoughts, something I had a bad habit of doing. In my note for Andrew I had offered to do the shopping and cooking for a while. After all I was a good chef, didn't mind cooking, and it was the least I could do to lend a hand around here.

Someone entered the kitchen behind me, unnoticed. Suddenly a hand was under my shirt lifting up, what wasn't secured in a bra, then smacking it down. I really should have thrown on a bra too before coming down. I spun around and glared. He had taken my breakfast too!

They even had the gall to whisper in my ear before I spun around, "Scoop Dunk."

"You perverted ass! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME LIKE THAT AGAIN AND GIVE MY BACK MY F**KING LASAGNA!"

He smiled devilishly and I so wanted to go and hit him where it hurt. A few more minutes and my promise to Andrew would be flying out the window, along with any hopes he had of ever having his own biological family.

"Now Kitten, watch that temper of yours," he winked, "Of course if you so choose to follow through with your plan involving the window I feel I should let you know it won't help a thing as you will only be hurting yourself."

My jaw dropped, and I stormed out of the room. Where was Andrew? WHERE THE HELL DID HE RUN OFF TO? Those were the ONLY thoughts running through my head as I stormed throughout the house looking for Andrew.

When I finally found him, there was no mistaking just how angry I was. He actually looked scared when he saw me. And he should be scared. It was all his fault that idiot was here!

My voice was shaking and saturated with venom when I finally spoke. "Andrew. I. Want. Him. Gone."

"Wh-wh-what? W-who Starr?" he chuckled nervously.

"You. Know. Who. That horny bastard who has done nothing but piss me off since we've met." I stared him down.

"Now, Starr why don't you just calm down, and we'll talk about this reasonably." I barked out a harsh laugh.

"No, there's no talking about this reasonably anymore. Do you know what he just did? HE SCOOP-DUNKED ME!"

And as I was screaming that the devil himself just popped into the room. Andrew was confused. Andrew shot him a look that said pure and simple "What The Hell?" The little devil mimed scoop dunking himself and Andrew blanched.

I shot El Diablo a triumphant look that said "Oh Ya Buddy You Over-Stepped 'Goin to Far' By A Mile" still the idiot smiled at me.

I slapped him. I couldn't resist. Couldn't stop myself anymore. He pushed me too far.

The room was shocked. I didn't care. I ran out and halfway through the doorway, my vision blurred with tears. I ran out of the house and kept running, somewhere into the woods. I had stopped paying attention to where I was going long before I left the house. Who cared? Not me.

After a few hours, I lost track of how long I'd been holed up, crying in a tree. I would love to say that no one came looking, to say that I let myself sink deeper into a depression when I realized that no one would come. But in all reality, they did come, they followed me. Almost right as I ran out of the house someone was on my trail. When I ran to the forest I turned to see who followed me. Derek.

I turned my back to him, "I know you can smell just how upset I am. You can also smell my power. Power I can't control. Go inside. You know I can hurt you, being a werewolf won't always save you. Don't argue. Leave me alone and everyone will stay a lot safer. You don't need to watch me in these woods. With one more surge of emotion, I could torch every single tree in this forest."

He nodded, defeated, clearly he wasn't going to press his luck. I stood perfectly still, once I heard his foot steps receding, I kept walking. I found a tree and climbed to the top. Of course the house hadn't given up. Three times people tried to come out to look for me, but no one could find me. Even if I sat in perfect sight, they looked right past me. Guess I had an amazing camouflage power. Like that mattered.

So many lines of poetry were running through my head, it was dizzying, and lucky me, I had no place to write them down.

"His touch is electric,
inescapable.
His smile is charming,
crushing.
His scent exotic,
mysterious,
deadly.
You go crazy.
Your body's on fire,
Your mind's encased in ice.
He'll be your death,
and relief tonight."

"Your body hums with anger
Your hands shake with fear
Your eyes fill with tears,
Each a memory of those long, forgotten years
Each mistake rears it's ugly head
and the shame increase two fold
Every triumph seems to grow old."

"As I cry myself to sleep,
Memories of you I will forever keep.
As in life or death,
Memories may turn
To be all we have left."

Which depressed me more I had no idea, the fact that I had all these poems in my head and that they actually weren't making me feel better like writing usually does, or that I had no where to write anything down.

Suddenly I was really tired. Everything looked a bit fuzzy, like not the fuzzy when your visions obscured with tears, but like really really fuzzy. It was almost like someone was trying to cover my eyes with wax paper. Then the forest started changing colours. The greens turned like magenta and the sky turned almost orange. Browns took on a blueish tint and it was actually really pretty, before everything started to turn black. I was getting really dizzy too.

I started to fall out of the tree. Falling in slow motion, the ground started to disappear beneath me and I felt like I'd be falling for ever. The last thing I remember was the pain of hitting the ground. Then I blacked out completely.