AN: Sorry it took so long I plan to have the next chapter up by next week. I thought I would use this chapter to explain Chloe's powers; I tried not to make her op. tell me what you think and I am not artistic at all so if anyone has a cove pic I can use or you want me to just send it to me. Thanks so much for your patience and support.
Beep, Beep, Beep… Beep, Beep, Be… the irritating wailing of the clock halted as it slammed into the wall, shattering into an explosion of smaller electronic parts. The sound of the shattered clock hitting the ground was softened by the carpet. Liz poked her head in to see what had happened, her brow scrunched in worry, a light frown of disapproval crossed her face before quickly being replaced with one of her "ten out of ten" modelesque smiles.
"You're still mad at me aren't you?" I asked her throwing my pillow on top of my face trying to catch the quickly retreating thought of sleep, and inn failing that to at least shut out the poorly disguised concern written across Liz's face.
"What make you say that?" Liz said, "Because you are the very embodiment of wearing your heart on your sleeve." I responded allowing for a small sad smile to ghost across my face, and with that my moment of self-pity was over.
"Can you blame me? You bolted out of the lunchroom like the hounds off hell themselves were on your heels." I flinched slightly at her reference to the hounds of hell. "I looked everywhere for you only to find out you left early because you apparently weren't feeling well." She finished her mini-rant; the last part came off as more of a question as she obviously didn't believe I was sick.
"I will be out today as well." I tell her avoiding the topic of yesterday altogether and trying to change the subject. "I am going to see if any of my spiritually in tune friends can give us any leads." With a sigh of resignation Liz gave up on getting any answers out of me and when back to her morning routine.
Later that day I was walking through the local cemetery, surprise surprise, when I came across a large collection of ghost. I wiped out my cellphone so I wouldn't look crazy to any passersby. I could tell that they were ghost because they gave off a slight glow, and they were able to tell I was a necromancer because of my glow. I know how it sounds but if you couldn't be seen or heard by people and were stuck in this realm wouldn't you congregate with others like yourself?
A ghost cannot lie to a necromancer, but they can withhold information or tell misleading general truths. In order to get what you need out of them you sometimes have to complete small tasks for them, deliver a message, find an old box of valuables, etc. Larger favors can be asked of a necromancer and for those larger debts are owed. With a necromancers power a ghost can gain the ability to move objects become visible, fly, and even create illusions.
When I started asking about anything out of the ordinary I got several requests for several favors, but what interested me most was a little old lady. She said that she needed no favors and told me that some strange people had been visiting her grave lately. Her name was Margret and she died at the age of ninety five, she had no family but as of a few months ago she had a group of people calming to be relatives visit her grave just about every weekend.
She couldn't give any names but said that they should be back at nine am on Saturday. I thanked her and pretended to hang up my phone. I had been feeling like someone was watching me for a while now so I slowly turned on my heels, hands in my pockets and nonchalantly scanned the graveyard. I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary so I went home, when I saw it. The tell tail glimmer of untrained magic. I was being wached.