Okay, so I haven't updated this story in absolutely forever and that's pretty much because I ran out of holidays. I know a lot of you want me to do one on Derek's birthday, and I think I have an idea, but I need to think about it more before I write it. I wasn't going to do a Halloween one, but I decided what the heck. This is going to be like my Easter and Valentine's Day ones where they are little except they are a grade older because I had to take into account the time of the year. Also, pretend that Simon is not diabetic or it will kind of ruin it a little.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Darkest Powers
"Is it ready yet?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Aunt Lauren.
"Not yet," she said, "Stop bouncing or I might get you with the needle."
"I can't," I said. "I'm too excited."
This was the first year I got to pick my own Halloween costume and I get to go trick or treating with friends. I was going with Derek, Simon, and Tori. Dad was even letting me have a sleep over at their house. I was so excited, though, that I accidently ripped part of my dress. Now Aunt Lauren had to sew it. I was really happy about my costume. I was Little Red Riding Hood. I even had a basket that I was going to use to hold candy. I didn't know what everybody else was going as, but I couldn't wait to find out.
"Now is it ready?" I asked.
"Almost," she said. "Just let me…okay, now it is."
I looked at the hem of my dress where I had got it caught and couldn't see any rip. Smiling, I twirled in my dress and ran to the mirror to see myself. I was wearing a blue dress that went down to my knees, my red cape, and a new pair of black shoes. Aunt Lauren had even put a blue ribbon in my hair. I squealed in happiness and ran back to Aunt Lauren throwing my arms around her and hugging her as tight as I could.
"Thank you," I said.
She laughed and said, "You're welcome. Now come on, you don't want to be late."
I grabbed my basket and ran to the door, eager to go. Aunt Lauren grabbed my coat and bag and followed me out the door. I got into the backseat of her car and buckled myself in, waiting for her to go.
It took half an hour to get to their house. When I saw the house come into view, I was jumping up and down in my seat. When Aunt Lauren stopped the car, I hurried to unbuckle my seat belt and get out. Even before she has shut off the car, I was halfway to the door. I could hear her laughing behind me. I waited for her at the door and let her ring the bell. After a minute, Kit opened the door and let us in. I politely waited for them to finish the boring grown-up talk and was running to the living room as soon as Aunt Lauren left. Simon was sitting on the couch trying to tie on his eye patch.
"Where's your hook?" I asked, walking over and setting my basket on the table. Simon looked up and smiled, saying, "Dad wouldn't let me have one."
"Why not?" I asked. "Captain Hook gets to have one."
"Yeah, but Captain Hook doesn't have a sister," he said. "Dad didn't want me poking Tori with it."
"That's not fair," I said.
"Yeah, but he didn't let her have a broom," he said. When he saw how confused I was, he said, "She's a witch. Dad didn't want her hitting me with the broom."
"So, what's Derek?" I asked, trying not to seem too curious.
"The Grim Reaper," Simon said.
"Did he get a scythe?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said.
"Well, how come he gets a scythe but you can't have a hook?" I asked.
"Because I'm not going to hit anybody with it," Derek said, walking up behind me. I turned around to see him set down his scythe next to my basket. He was dressed in a simple black robe with the hood down.
"I like your costume," I said.
"Thanks," he said, "I like yours, too."
I smiled and said, "Dad let me pick it out."
"Better watch out," Tori said, walking into the room. She was wearing a purple-black dress that went down to her feet and a black hat on her head, complete with point.
"For what?" I asked.
"For the big bad wolves," she said.
"Wolves?" I asked, a tiny squeak to my voice. I felt Derek take a step closer to me and he said, "Knock it off, Tori."
"Okay," she said, "But when they get you, Chloe, I told you so."
"There are no wolves," I said, failing to sound convincing.
"That's what you say," she said, turning around and walking out of the room.
"Don't believe her," Simon said, "She's just trying to scare you."
"I'm not scared," I squeaked.
"Don't worry," Derek said, "I won't let any wolves get you."
I offered him a small smile and said, "I know."
"Alright, kids, everybody ready?" Kit asked, walking into the room.
"Can you tie my patch?" Simon asked.
"Of course," Kit said, walking over and tying it for him. When he was finished, we all left.
…,,,…
We went to a lot of houses. I got extra candy from a few ladies because they thought my costume was cute. We even got to see some of the kids in our class. Liz was out trick-or-treating with Rae. Liz was a pink fairy and Rae was the devil.
"I like your costume," Liz said to Simon, blushing.
"I like yours, too," he said, smiling.
"Would you ladies like to join us?" Kit asked.
Liz was only too happy to agree, gripping Simon's arm and nodding. I giggled and grabbed Derek's hand, pulling him. Tori walked next Rae, both of them glaring at each other the entire time. I was suddenly glad Kit didn't let Tori bring a broom or Rae might have gotten hurt.
We trick-or-treated for another hour before Kit said it was time to go. Liz and Simon were really disappointed and Derek and I had to pull them apart. We said goodbye to Liz and Rae and walked back to the car. Tori walked up next to me and said, "Look up."
I did, but I didn't know what she was talking about.
"It's a full moon," she said.
"So?" I asked.
"That's when the werewolves come out," she said.
"Shut up, Tori," Derek practically growled.
"Yeah," Simon said, "Or we're telling Dad you're being mean to Chloe."
"I wasn't being mean," she protested.
"You're making up stories," Simon said.
"No I'm not," she said, "It's true."
"Nu uh," Simon said, "There's no such thing as werewolves."
"Are too," she said. "You just don't see them because they come out after bedtime."
"Are not," he said.
"Are too," she said.
After a few minutes, Kit turned around and told them to stop. However, even though they stopped talking about it, I hadn't stopped thinking about it. Werewolves. I knew Tori liked to scare me to be mean, but what if she was right. Just because I've never seen one doesn't mean they don't exist. Derek seemed to know I was scared and reached out and grabbed my hand. I didn't look at him, but I gripped his hand and walked a little closer to him. He leaned down and said, "There's no such thing as werewolves."
"I know," I said, looking straight ahead.
"Then why don't you believe it," he asked.
I looked up at him this time and said, "What if she's right?"
"She's not," he said.
"How do you know?" I asked, "Just because you haven't seen one doesn't mean they aren't real."
"It doesn't mean they are real," he said.
"But-"
"Chloe," he interrupted, "They're not real."
"How do you know?" I said.
"Because I do," he said.
I didn't say anything. Instead, I just looked ahead and kept on walking. After five minutes, we were back to the car. I let go off Derek's hand and crawled in behind Simon. Derek crawled in after me and Tori got in the front seat. I spent the car ride listening to Tori brag to Simon that she had one more piece of candy than him. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had more than her. I looked through the window at the full moon. Derek nudged me and I looked at him. His raised eyebrows asking if I was okay. I nodded and turned back the front.
When we got back to the house, Tori and Simon rushed inside to start eating their candy as fast as they could. I started walking slowly to the house, but the rustling of the leaves as the wind blew scared me a little and I walked faster, Derek staying next to me the entire time. When we got into the house, I sighed in relief and took off my shoes, following Derek to the living room. Simon and Tori were sitting on the floor sorting their candy into two piles: the good candy and the gross candy. Derek walked straight past them and headed to the couch, where he climbing up and tugged off his black robe. He was wearing a sweater and jeans underneath. I untied my red hood and climbed up next to him. We spent the next half hour sorting our candy. Derek would eat pretty much any of it, but I didn't like the licorice or malted milk balls, so we traded. He got what I didn't like and I got a variety of what he had. Neither of us liked the candy corn, which surprisingly we got a lot of, and we put it on the table.
…,,,,…
We still had a few hours before we had to go to bed, so Kit put in a movie. It was only on for ten minutes before we all heard a crack of thunder and rain started pelting the windows. I squealed a little when the thunder boomed, but so did Tori. Then the lights flickered once and we were surrounded by dark. Lightning flashed outside and me and Tori screamed again. I moved closer to Derek and wrapped my arms around him, not really caring that I was squeezing a little tighter than I probably should have. A light flashed over our heads and Simon joined in on the screaming. The light got closer and Kit walked in, holding a flashlight. He flashed it over both of us and I almost laughed when I saw Tori and Simon on the floor hugging each other as tight as they could. When they realized that they were doing it, they pulled away, Simon looking like he was going to be sick.
"It's okay," Kit said, reassuringly, "The storm just knocked the power out for a little bit."
I watched him take three flashlights out from under his arm and hand one each to Simon, Tori, and Derek. "Sorry, Chloe, I only have three."
"That's okay," I said, moving closer to Derek, if that was even possible.
"I'll go see if I can get something working in the fuse box," he announced, leaving us alone in the dark. Simon turned his flashlight on and shined it in Tori's face accidently. Angry, Tori flashed him back and they ended up running around the room trying to get each other with the light. I stayed on the couch clinging to Derek.
"Derek," I said quietly.
"Hmm," he said, looking down at me.
"What if the werewolves come?" I asked, almost in a whisper. "It's dark."
"There are no such things as werewolves," he said.
"We won't be able to see them coming," I said, burying my head in his chest and tightening my grip.
I heard Derek turn on the flashlight I lifted my head. He handed me the flashlight and said, "Here, now you can see them coming."
I grabbed the flashlight and held it securely in my hands and as tight as I could. I rested my back against Derek and shined the light at every little noise. Simon and Tori eventually came back and settled on the couch next to us. Simon's flashlight had died and ended their game.
"I'm bored," Simon said.
"Me too," Tori said.
"I know!" Simon said, leaping off the couch, "Candy!"
Just as his hand touched his candy bucket, lightning flashed outside and there was a shadow in the window…a very wolfy shaped shadow. Beside me, Tori screamed as loud as she could. I couldn't tell though, because me and Simon were screaming just as loud. I flashed my light at the window, but the light glared off the window and I couldn't see outside. I could see, however, a circle of fog on the window. The kind of fog from when something was breathing on glass. I fumbled with the light and it dropped to the floor. When it hit, it flickered and went out. Simon fell back into the couch and Tori pulled him up, hiding behind him. I whimpered and clung to Derek, holding on for dear life. I felt him put his arms around me and hold me against him.
"It's the werewolf," I whispered.
"It's gonna eat us," Tori said.
"He's gonna eat you first," Simon said to Tori.
"Why me?" she asked.
"Because you started it," he said.
"I think it's gonna eat Chloe first," she said. "She's the one dressed as Little Red Riding Hood."
I was too scared to argue. She's right. It's gonna be me. I buried my head in Derek's chest and felt tears escape my eyes and soak his shirt. Lightning flashed again and I could feel Derek stiffen.
"Dad!" Simon shouted. Tori joined in.
I could hear feet pounding on the basement stairs as Kit came running.
"What happened?" he asked. I peeked out and saw Simon and Tori pointing at the window. Kit grabbed his flashlight and starting walking over.
"Don't go over there!" Simon yelled. "It'll eat you!"
Kit stopped and said, "What will eat me?"
"The werewolf," Simon said.
"Werewolf?" Kit said, "Who's been filling your head with that idea?"
Simon turned around to glare and Tori.
"Victoria," Kit said, in a stern parent voice.
"It was a joke," she said, "I was only trying to have fun."
He just shook his head and walked over to the window. I couldn't see past him, but I could see him shine his light out the window. He stood up and started walking to the front door.
"Dad no!" Simon and Tori shouted in unison. Kit opened the door and took a step out. we waited in fear for him to come back in. I could hear talking outside and I lifted my head up higher, confused. It sounded like he was trying to get the werewolf to come to him. I heard clicking and recognized it as claws hitting a sidewalk. Kit took a step into the house and behind him came the werewolf. Simon and Tori scrambled over and huddled next to us. When Kit shut the door, I waited for the werewolf to move. It started walking toward us and I grabbed Tori's flashlight just as it stopped in front of the couch. When I turned on the flashlight, I was met with large, wet pile of fur. It started to shake and we all yelled as we were sprayed with water. When it was done, it jumped on the couch and Tori screamed. I looked up to see a large, pink tongue drooling over Tori. I started laughing and they all looked at me like I was crazy, except for Derek, who was staring over my head.
It took a step closer and Simon and Tori fled to Kit. I felt a cold nose poke at my cheek and I let go of Derek to hold out my hand. It licked my fingers just as the lights turned on. Standing in front of me was a large Husky, completely soaked. Simon and Tori had equal looks of shock on their faces. I turned around to look at Derek, who was looking at the dog and had reached out to pet it. The dog, excited for the attention, laid his large head over both mine and Derek's lap and looked up with begging eyes, wagging his tail as fast as he could. I laughed again and started scratching behind his ears.
"Can we keep him!" Simon shouted, coming out of his shock and running over to us.
"Well, I'll make a few calls in the morning and see if I can find his owners," Kit said. "If I can't find them, I guess it wouldn't hurt to let him stay for a few days. But for now, I think it's past bedtime."
"Can he sleep with us?" Simon asked, looking back at his dad.
"I don't know if that would be fair to the girls," Kit said.
"I don't want him anywhere near me," Tori said. "He drooled on me."
"Well, Chloe, what do you think?" Kit asked, "Do you want to sleep in the boy's room?"
I nodded and Kit said, "Okay, I'll go get the extra mattress."
"I like him," Simon said.
"Who only like his because he drooled on Tori," Derek said.
"What's not to like about that?" Simon asked, grinning.
"He needs a name," I said.
"How bout Drooly?" Tori asked, walking out with a disgusted look on her face.
"He needs a cool name," Simon said.
"What about Wolf?" I asked, looking up at Derek.
"I like it," he said, looking at Simon.
"Cool," he said.
"Okay, everyone," Kit said, walking in, "Get ready for bed while I dry off this big guy."
"His name is Wolf," Simon said.
Kit laughed and said, "Fitting."
I got off the couch as Simon raced upstairs to change. Derek followed him up while I grabbed my bag and changed in the bathroom. When I was done, I walked upstairs and knocked on their door.
"Come in," Simon said.
I opened the door and looked in. Simon was shoving his dirty clothes in a overfull hamper. I looked down to see a large mattress on the floor. Derek grabbed two pillows off his bed and his blankets and put them on the bed. Simon did the same and crawled onto the mattress on the right side. Derek laid down on the left side and I shut the light off and crawled in between them. I snuggled into the blankets and starting falling asleep when something large jumped on the mattress. Wolf settled down at our feet and I heard him fall asleep. Next to me, Derek said, "See, I told you there's no such thing as werewolves."
"Okay, I believe you," I said.
"Good," he said. "Night Chloe."
"Night Derek," I said, drifting off. Just as I was almost asleep, Simon said, "Isn't anyone doing to say goodnight to me?" At that, Wolf barked.
Okay, so I know this isn't very halloweeny, but oh well. And I am well aware that this isn't my best work, but again, oh well. I have a new poll on my profile which will affect which story I update sooner. If nobody chooses, I will pick myself.