DEAR REVIEWERS! I am very sorry I have not updated in a long time. I knew what I wanted to put in this chapter but then it seemed strange of why this happen. Sooooo, It took me a LONG time. But I have figured out exactly EVERYTHING to this story. :D

So my disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers. Even if sometimes I dream that Kelley Armstrong gave it to me.

Chloe opened her eyes up groggily. She blinked a few times, seeing as everything was fuzzy and disoriented. Pulling her head up, she realized she was sitting in a metal chair with her hands and feet strapped in. Her heart rate quickened and she couldn't think straight, where am I? And why am I here? Another thing she suddenly realized.

Derek

Chloe was wide awake now and turned her head sharply to my left, bringing a stabbing pain in her head. She winced then sighed happily seeing Derek was passed out in his own teal chair. Suddenly, she didn't feel too happy anymore.

She wondered if she should call a ghost and ask her where she was and if they could give her any answers, possibly release them. It could be dangerous though, and she did not want to take to big of a risk. But what if the ghost was nice and would help her? She highly doubted it. Most ghosts aren't very nice. Suddenly not caring if the ghost was nice or not, she decided to call upon one. It couldn't hurt, right?

Chloe shut her eyes tightly and begged for a ghost to come, she could not feel and pressure though. She tried again and again, she wanted to cry. What was happening? Why couldn't she call a ghost?

"Ah, I see you are awake." I deep voice, sounding like a hoarse whisper. Like a snake.

Chloe's eyes snapped open and she narrowed her eyes at the figure in front of her. It was a man, she could tell by his hands and voice. He was wearing a deep blue cloak that had red stitching and a pendent under the hood, connecting the two sides of it. The pendent was gold and had what looked like a flame, with one line going down vertically, another horizontally. Then one last line that looked liked it shouldn't be there.

Chloe cleared her throat. "Wha- what do yo-you w-want-nt?" Though the words came out scratchy, they came out bold too.

"I must tell you something important." The man whispered. "It is about S.W.I.M."

"S-s-s.W.I.M.?" Chloe asked. "What's th-th-that?" She asked a little louder.

"The Sorcerers and Witches Intent for Magic. They suck out supernaturals powers and use their powers to put into special weapons they have made. They are planning on killing all humans and supernaturals that refuse to serve them."

"Wh-what? Wh-why?"

"They wasn't to get back at the humans, for hiding us supernaturals in the dark. They also want to live in a better society. But they thing they can't do that with humans. SO they are going to destroy them." The man walked forward with his hand out and fingered Chloe's necklace. Then he walked back.

Chloe was creeped out by his touch. "Why are you t-telling m-me this?"

"You will play a big part in taking them down. You and the werewolf will, your friend has been taken by then has she not?"

Chloe nodded warily.

"So that will be their downfall. Taking your friend. But you must listen to me. You have to remember what I have told you, and the clues you will find on the way. But most of all, you must remember these words. If you do not, you and your friends will die. Is é an anam an eochair do na marbh."

Chloe sat up gasping for air and holding her pendent for dear life. Her hair and shirt were stuck to her like glue with sweat. She was laying in the woods and it was around 4 o'clock

She looked over and saw Derek unconscious. She scooted over and pushed some black hair out of his eyes.

"Derek" She whispered. "Wake up."

He grumbled and opened his bright green eyes slowly. He smiled a little smile as he saw her leaning over him. He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes, Chloe grabbed his hand as he stood.

He intertwined his fingers with hers and they set off to the car. They never spoke one word, only in their thoughts. When they got to he car, the keys were on the drivers seat. Both of them stared at the keys confusingly when they decided not to think about it and both climbed in.

See, Derek heard everything they were saying but couldn't talk or open his eyes. Let alone move.

He pondered everything the man said and knew there was going to be a huge conversation when they got home, but for now...

Is é an anam an eochair do na marbh...

Sorry its been so long and sorry about the chapter that got posted in this... I had to rewrite the ending. -_-'

I will update this by at least friday!

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