Rain everywhere! Nothing to do but read and write. Not a bad plan. ;)
Chloe's POV
I sighed and opened my eyes. The Russian woman was standing by my bed. Same clothes. Same hair. Same bad timing.
"W-what did you say?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"I said I see you have some new people," she eyed Megan and Amber.
"Yes," I yawned.
"Do you know them? Trust them?"
"Yes."
"Good. I vas vorried. I don't vant you around strangers. And trust thoses you have knovn for years," she pointed her finger at me.
"Well, okay," I rubbed my head. "Listen, I don't mean to sound rude but why are you looking out for me? And what's yours name?"
"Larisa."
"Okay, L-Larisa," I looked her in the eye. "Why are you looking out for me? Why do you care so much? I mean normally ghosts only want me to help them."
"I do vant your help," she looked away.
"But first you want to help me? W-why?"
She looked at me. Her eyes were gentle. Her face had gone soft. She looked more her age which I'm guessing was around 24. When she was 'telling me off' she normally looked about 28. But she suddenly looked youthful.
"I knev your mothver," she said softly. "She vas nice to me. We meet a fev times and she vas alvays so sweet. Then she died...And vhen I died, she helped me. She helped me accept it. Then she asked for one favour. To look out vor you. And I vill until you don't need me anymore."
I froze. My mom asked her to take care of her?
I sighed.
She could see and talk to my mother, but I couldn't. One of the stupid necromancer rules. I looked back up at Larisa. She was staring softly at me. I gave her a small smile. She smiled back then went back to serious.
"I keep my promises," she rose her eyebrows a little. "Vhen you are in trouble, call me. I vill come. Until then I vill alvays be vith you. Vatching."
I looked away. "Y-you don't have to. I know you made a promise, but I'm with my friends...my family. They'll keep me safe. And I them."
"Never the less, I am vatching you anyvays. Besides, vhen I knov you can handle it all-stay safe I mean-you can help me," she winked then faded.
What a weird women.
I sat at the table with Derek, Simon and Tori. I told them what Larisa had said.
"Whoa," Tori rose her eyebrows. "She knew your mom? And now she's watching you? To make sure you're safe? Safe from what?"
"I think she watching that black shadow that's following us-me," I shivered.
"Yeah...About that. What the Hell is that black shadow?" Tori asked.
"I don't know," I sighed. "Liz can sense it. She said it's bad and strong. Samuel saw it. He said it was dangerous. I can feel it sometimes."
"Can you know?" Simon asked, glacing round.
"Feel it? No..." I shifted. "No. I can't. Not today...Not yet."
Derek's hand closed around mine. I squeezed it and smiled at him.
"Oh yuck!" Megan said, closing her eyes.
"My thoughts exactly..." Tori mumbled.
Megan surprised me by climbing onto my lap. Derek hid a smile. I didn't hide mine.
"You okay Megan?" I asked.
"No!" She shook her head. "You were holding hands," her voice dropped, "with a boy!"
Derek could hear her anyway. I saw him smile some more. I saw Simon and Tori roll their eyes at the same time. They noticed it too because they jumped up and got busy with something else.
"It's okay. He's my boyfriend," I whispered in Megans' ear.
She shook her head some more. "Ewwwwwww! Do you kiss him?"
"Yeah," Derek rumbled.
Megan gasped at him then giggled.
"Do you loooooove her?" She asked Derek is a sing-song voice.
Derek's eyes caught mine. "I do. Very much."
I could feel my face getting red.
"Wit wooo!" Megan giggled. "Love, love, loveeeee!"
She climbed down still repeating the word love, running out the room. Peter was standing in the door way. He shook his head after Megan. I laughed and saw Peter laugh too. I stood up and swayed. Derek caught my elbow, worry written on his face.
"St-stood up t-too fast," I caught myself. "I'm fine." I stood on my tip-toes and kiss him.
He kissed me back but lightly since other people were still in the room. I got out a knife and started cutting some cheese to make a sandwich with. Derek eyed the cheese. I but the knife down and pointed my finger at him.
"Don't even think about it," I warned. "Make your own."
"But-"
"No," I said but smiled.
"Fine. I'll make my own. I'll be right back. Just getting my socks."
Derek went back into his room. I reached for where I put the knife down, only to find it not there. I swayed again.
"Child!" Larisa screamed.
I turned. She was standing at the other side of the room.
"Look out!" Larisa yelled. "The shadow! It's coming!"
I swayed again. I felt something pin my hands down to the kicthen counter, palms facing up.
"D-Derek?" I called him.
I saw the knife above my wrists. I came down and slashed them open. Blood oozed out. I screamed. My wrists burned. My head felt dizzy and my arms felt numb. I still couldn't move my wrists from the counter.
"Chloe? What's-OH GOD!" Derek ran over to me just as I slid to the floor, wrists finally free.
"D-D-Derek," I sobbed. Everything was becoming blurly. Dark shadows covered the corners of my eyes.
"Lauren!" Derek yelled. "Lauren! Chloe's hurt! LAUREN!"
Blood was all over my hands and wrists. It dipped down onto my clothes and Dereks. I couldn't hold anything up and let my head fall limp against Derek's chest. The last thing I remember was Simon and Aunt Lauren coming into the room. Then I blacked out.
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