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As you know, my computer had a virus. I've taken off all the Author's Notes, now. If you haven't yet, go read my other fan fiction, Lovely Little Oneshots. I need more reviews…please? I think it's really good, but I have three reviews at the time. If you love me, review, please? God, I feel as if I'm talking to a diary…

Subject change: Is anyone else OBSESSED with Hollywood Undead? Coolest band EVER! Love them.

Well, here's your late chapter!

Disclaimer: I will never own these books.

Itried to steady my breathing, as Craig was nearly in hysterics. I obviously wasn't getting any help from him. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate, think of what I was supposed to do in this situation. I couldn't. Craig's breathing was ragged and it was worrying me.

"Craig," I said softly. "Why don't you go back to the house. I can handle this."

He departed, breathing heavily, while nodding his head.

I sank to the ground, and kneeled, imitating Simon's drawing. I concentrated on making a movie. It seemed the best idea, since it had worked before.

The young necromancer was just working on pulling the revenged soul out of the mutilated body when I heard a distant voice calling my name.

My eyes flew open. The body of a young girl, dressed in a fluffy pink bunny suit - probably a Halloween murder - was so close to touching my knee, that I could feel the coolness through my jeans. I scrambled back, remembering how Derek told me they were just souls in their bodies. Not man-eating movie zombies.

Suddenly I recalled my encounter with the homeless ghost. I had controlled him. I looked back to the corpse, making its way toward me slowly.

"Stop." I made my voice sound strong, despite the feeling of dread creeping through me. The small corpse halted. I smiled slightly at my success. My eyes closed lightly once again.

"CHLOE!"

My eyes flew open again and I searched frantically around. I had completely forgotten about that voice. So rugged and…determined. A huge figure, covered in shadow ran toward me, feet pounding on the ground. Derek. I blushed at my earlier comments on his voice.

He finally reached me and just kind of stood there awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Yes, Derek?"

"I heard you screaming…Are you okay?" I started laughing. He glared at me.

"That wasn't me. It was…Craig!" I think I saw the sides of his mouth twitch.

"Regardless, you should…uh…get back to business." He gestured to the little girl, whining and moaning in protest.

I slid back to my earlier position, and Derek sat a few feet away from me, studying, legs crisscrossed.

I felt more relaxed now that I had someone here with me. I concentrated until beads of sweat popped up on the nape of my neck. I cold finger prodded my shoulder and I jumped. I turned, only to see Derek. I sighed in relief.

"We should go back to the house…it's cold out here, and you're not dressed in the warmest of clothes." He was right, of course. All I was wearing was a thin, clingy, white, long sleeved, V-necked shirt with a tank top under it and pink "genie" pants.

I nodded and started toward the house. Derek walked beside me.

After a few minutes of walking, I felt the same tingling sensation. I tried to shove it back where it came from. It didn't work and the feeling just spread through my body. Maybe it was a necromancer thing.

"Hey, Derek, this has never really happened before, but, sometimes when necromancers raise and release bodies, do they get this…tingling throughout their bodies?"

He looked at me oddly. "Not that I know of…"

"Oh…maybe it's a genetic modification thing…"

"Maybe…"

I guess Derek didn't know anything about it, then.

Sorry it's so short. The original was much longer. Hope you like it!

Here's your Funny!

I wasn't actually here for this.

Austin trying to impress Brady: I bet you have more hair on you're but cheek than Phil has on his whole face!

Brady doesn't laugh.

Miranda: Austin, you have more acne on your face than Paige has Herpes. (She doesn't)

Paige: Yeah, you should try Proactive.

Austin: I use Proactive.

Paige: Oh, then maybe try SkinID …or simply a bar of soap. *walks out*

Hehe! Love Paige and Miranda and Dilynne. We've bonded since my birthday hotel party. =D