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NOTE::: AFTER THIS CHAPTER, I WILL HAVE TO CHANGE THE RATING TO M! AGAIN:::: I WILL HAVE TO CHANGE THE RATING TO M AFTER THIS! M, M, M, M!
Disclaimer: I own Emmeline, Chase, Tristan, Jamie, Bryce, Avril, Adele, plot and nothing more.
Bryce's POV.
I was in my room-more like closet, if you asked me-when Avril came running in.
"Bryce," She said, her tone alarmed. I furrowed my brows and sat up from the bed.
"You have to get downstairs. Were having a…" she shook her head, looking for words. "Meeting." She finished.
I snorted. "Meeting?" I asked. Avril glared at me. "It's not funny. It's serious. Chloe talked to some ghost, and-"
"Chloe can talk to ghosts?" I interrupted. I cocked my head to the side, curious.
Avril leaned against the door frame. "Yeah, I guess. But he said-"
"Since when?" I asked. Avril sighed.
"I don't know-it doesn't matter. The Edison Group… they're kidnapping people to kill us." She rushed the words out, and then waited for a reaction.
I blinked. Three times.
"What?" the word flew out of my mouth. Avril nodded, approving of my reaction. I suddenly rushed toward her.
"People we know? Or just….random?" I asked, one face filling every corner of my mind.
Jamie.
Avril shook her head, then stopped. "Well, they took one of Chloe's old friends. But other then that…." she looked me up and down, then smiled sadly.
"No, they didn't show Jamie." She said quietly, knowing that's all I was concerned with.
I let out a deep breath, then made my way back to my bed, part of my relieved, and part of me….disappointed.
We hadn't heard from Jamie once, once, since we left everyone.
Maybe she couldn't go. Maybe she tried, and they threatened to kill her if she did.
After all, it was that kind of a pack.
Avril grabbed my arm.
"Where are you going?" She asked. I turned back to her.
"It's called a bed. It's where most people sleep."
She glared at me. "Are vampires even supposed to sleep?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Until the day blood passes my lips," I vowed. "I will not honor this vampire shit one bit. I'm gunna keep living like I always did."
Avril frowned. "Whatever. I'm going to help them." She announced, and stomped out of the room.
I sighed when she left, then decided to see what's going on. Better to know then to be left out.
As I walked out of the room, I heard crying. I paused and listened. It was a girl. An older girl.
Despite my instincts to avoid the crying, I sighed again and walked into the kitchen.
A circle of faces, all grim, looked up at me from the small table. When the Adele lady turned, she sniffed.
Ah, I thought.
I looked around for Avril, expecting her to be standing, looming over by the counter.
It took me a minute to find her. She was wedged between Simon and Kit.
A lump formed in my throat. How could she just adapt like that?
Then I forced the real question to the surface:
Why couldn't I?
Chloe POV.
I was shaking.
Not because I was afraid.
Not because I was on the verge of tears.
Because I was so. Damn. Angry.
Derek tried his best to comfort me, but nobody could. No. They'd gone too far.
Nate didn't deserve any of this. We were the reason for these kidnappings.
I felt guilty, like we should call the police and leave something. Some kind of clue.
Oh yeah. Let's call New York from Chicago, and say, "Hey, this psycho group is trying to kill us because our magical powers are out of control, and so to lure us in, they've kidnapped my old friend and a bunch of random kids to do they're dirty work."
Next call the police department would make:
Mental Home.
And we'd already been there.
I took two deep breaths, trying desperately to calm down.
"Alright." Kit was the first to speak, trying to sound collected and together.
Aunt Lauren looked me over. "You're sure it was Nate?"
"Yes!" I screeched and bolted out of my seat. My chair fell backward and hit the ground, but I didn't give a care.
Kit swallowed. "Alright, let's be calm about this. Maybe it wasn't them. Maybe it was a fluke." He shrugged like it was nothing.
That really pissed me off.
"How could it not be the Edison Group? There's no way it could be a coincidence." I barked.
Everyone was silent, until Derek piped up with "She's right."
Simon looked at Kit. "What are we going to do?" He asked worriedly.
"Fight." Derek chimed in. I gave him a look. Aunt Lauren shook her head.
"If we fight, we die." She said grimly.
"We should move." Bryce said, his tone as casually as if he'd just suggested we'd take a nice stroll in the park.
Tori snorted. "That won't fix anything." She turned back to look at him, and they glared at each other for a minute.
We heard a wail from the living room, and Tori shot up from her seat and ran toward it.
"We have to fight." Derek insisted. I glared at him.
"No, we have to-"
"We don't stand a chance." Adele muttered. All eyes turned to her, though she didn't look up. She folded and unfolded her hands.
She let out a bitter laugh.
"That, what you saw back there? What we just fought? Was nothing. Absolutely nothing." Her tone darkened, leaving everyone silent.
"No! Tristan, that's not food!" Tori called from the living room.
Adele finally looked up, her gaze bouncing from face to face.
"We do not stand a chance." She repeated.
She then looked down. "But those…those monsters, they killed Nick." Her voice lowered.
She looked up again.
"If we fight, we will die. End of story. No happily ever after. It's almost positive. But you know what? I'm going to go down fighting." She announced, her voice now strong.
Tori came back in the room, carrying Tristan and Emmeline on either of her hips. She looked around, feeling the tension in the room.
And ever so slowly, Simon stood up.
"Me too." He said. His face sad, yet as strong as Adele's words.
It was the look a recent high school graduate going off to war would have. Proud and brave on the outside, But if you looked deep enough, you could tell on the inside he was terrified.
Avril stood next.
"We've got nothing better to do. We'll gladly fight with you. We can be you're secret weapon." She smiled. Bryce shot her a speak-for-yourself look.
Then, to my complete and utter horror, Derek stood.
"We go down fighting." He said, his voice sure.
A little part of me died right there.
Derek looked to me, and I could see he was feeling what I was. This was it. This could be the end.
Aunt Lauren and Kit stood, and then, I couldn't take it. I couldn't sit there and watch my best friends get killed. I couldn't sit there and see my Aunt volunteer to be a distraction.
I couldn't watch when Derek and Adele started to plan out our attack, which was inevitably be our demise.
And so, I rushed out of the room, through the hallway, to a room a presumed was Bryce and Avril's, slammed the door, then locked it tight.
About an hour, later, I was still in there, slumped against the door, my mind in deep thought.
Tears had come to my eyes once or twice, thinking what could be, if we don't die. But then I'd kill those thoughts, stopping hope from tricking me.
I'd gone over a couple different scenarios.
Derek and I would get married have kids, they'd grown up and have kids, and then, when we were wwwwaayyyy old, we'd pass. But it would be natural. And we'd be okay with it.
Or I would become a director. I could bring so many different stories to the screen, and Derek and I would be happily married, living out in New York, and we'd have kids, and we'd all be so-
I jumped when I felt the door vibrate. It took me a second to realize someone was knocking.
And only one person knocked that hard.
I got up, and slowly opened the door.
"Hey." Derek said, his face turning soft.
I looked away.
He entered the room and I went back to sitting on the floor. He crouched down to my level.
"Chloe." He said softly. The back of his hand grazed my cheek. I started at the floor.
"Everything's going to be okay." He tried to assure me. I bolted up.
"How can you say that? We're going to die. Don't you dare tell me there's a chance we won't." My voice broke.
He sighed and stood. "I'm not going to lie," He started, then closed his eyes.
"I'm going to die." He confirmed. Suddenly his green eyes flashed open.
"But Chloe, I swear to God, we're gunna put up one hell of a fight. I'm not going to give up, and neither are you." His voice dropped an octave.
"And you're not going to die," He whispered, and stepped closer to me.
"You're going to live Chloe. I'm going to make sure of that."
I stepped closer to him, my arms crossed. "I'm not going to live if you die. Where am I going to go? Back home? The Edison Group will kill me anyway. It's a pointless cause. But I'm not about to let you commit suicide." I argued.
Derek rolled his eyes. "It's not su-"
"Yes it is Derek! You said so yourself! You're killing yourself!" I barked.
He glowered down at me. "Chloe, it's the only way."
"No it's not! You can…" I groaned. "Derek we can leave, we can just…" I shook my head.
The tears started to fall then. Derek wiped then with his thumb, and then leaned down and kissed me.
This kiss, this kiss was so much different. Like it connected us. I could almost feel our souls intertwining, our beings becoming one…
The kiss got deeper.
Derek pulled me up to him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, like I had done when I'd found him at the movies. His strong arms wrapped around me, supporting me to him.
We pulled apart for air, but it was only a second before we went at each other again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him even closer, if that was possible.
Electricity ran through me. Little jolts pulling me closer to him. And I loved him. With everything I had.
Derek backed up for a second, all the way to the ajar door.
And then, with his foot, he nudged it shut.
Ok, I'm going to have to change it now! AGAIN, to M, M, M, M, M, M!
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