Ghost Crazy

Longest chapter so far, really. But i put a lot of effort in it, so i hope that you like it, and to all Mitchana shippers- No mitchana here, because we have to focus on the story. Sorry not sorry. But they will show up later though, so dont worry. Anyways- Chapter 14 lets go!

Chloe's P.O.V.

I woke up a few hours later to the sound of the alarm on my phone. It felt like I haven't got any sleep at all. Netherless I got up, took a shower and got ready.

I had never been one of those girls who did mutch about her looks. I mean, what would I want to show off? My non-existing curves? Because when I looked myself in the mirror, I didn't see a 15, almost 16, year old, teenage-girl. No, I saw a 13-year old, who was desperatly trying to bring out her non-existing curves with skinny-jeans and a tight t-shirt.

But I was a 15, almost 16, year old teenage-girl. Not a 13 year old. Although my aunt swore that my 'womanhood' will come out as soon as I got my period, and now it has been a year since the first time I met 'the red fairy', and I had grown like "2 inches, but not in the diraction I wanted.

Sure, it was nice not to be mistaken with a 8 th grader in the first year of highschool anymore, but I kinda hoped, that my other parts, aka my boobs and hips, will get at least a little more curvy.

But no, you can't always get what you want, and I was the living proof. I was a 15, almost 16, year old, stuck in a 13 year olds body. Yet, I tried the best I could to bring out my inner 15 year old highschool-girl. By wearing make-up.

Not like a shit-ton of it, like the most girls. No, just by a simple coat of mascara now and then, and after a lot of practice, I could almost do it without looking like a panda. But, you know, it's the small victories that count.

Anyhow, I got dressed, picked up my bag and went downstairs for breakfest. I could hear, that someone was already in the kitchen, and when I walked in, I discovered it was Derek.

I was sure that dispite the make-up, I still looked like shit, but not more then Derek. Yeah, okay, he was also the one, that had to change to a wolf last night, so him looking 'flawless' was a non-existing posibility.

It must be awfully painful, changing to another form. From what I had experienced, at least, it looked like it. And so, when I had poored myself some cereal, I sat across from Derek at the kitchen table and asked: "Are you okay?"

He gave me a tired half-smirk. "And goodmorning to you too, Chloe," he said. I waved it away. "You don't look like it's a 'good' morning," I said.

"Really?" he asked and looked me in the eyes. "And how do I look then?" I gave him a smirk. "To be honest: You look like shit," I said. He laughed shortly. "Well thank you for your honesty," he said.

"I know that I don't look better myself, but that will might be because I hadn't got enough sleep, but you... After what happened last night, I wouldn't expect you to look 'flawless'" I said. He looked away.

"I am sorry if...if what you saw...if it scared you and..." I cut him off. "Derek, no. Just stop. Of course it didn't scared me. I can see ghosts. No offence, but you almost-changing into a wolf is one of the least scary things I had seen." He looked up at me again, reliefed. "Good," he just said.

I hasitaded. "Do you...do you want to talk about it?" I asked, while beginning to eat my cereal. He gave me that half-smirk, that I was beging to think was the closest this synical werewolf could get to a smile. "I am afraid I cant really see what there is to talk about," he said. I shrugged. "I am just curious. Was it the first time?" He nodded.

"Yes, and normally I would have to do it a few times a week, until I change completely. After that it will come and go. Although more experienced werewolfs could change after their free will. I think I can do it too after some years of practise, but, you know, minor detail. But it's weird. My wolf...he told me that I should have had a few years yet, before I started changing," he said and shrugged.

I swallowed my cereal. "This wolf-thing...how does it work?" I asked. Derek looked thoughtful at a spot on the table. "It's kinda hard to explain. It's like an other person in my head. He gives me advices and helps me, or at least he is supose to. I think that my wolf really doesn't care about all that. All he ever does is being sassy and come with sarcastic comentes." He shook his head, but that half-smile appered on his face.

"Is that why you sometimes zoom out? Are you having a conversation with your wolf?" I asked and put some cereal in my mouth. "Yes, actually. I kinda have to focus on the telepatic-converation, so I dont always notice what happens around me," he said.

"So this wolf, does he has a lot say?" I said with mouth full of cereal. He looked at me with that half-smile. "Honestly, I think that if I dont shot him up once in a while, he would just continue comment on everything." I gave him a smirk.

"And what does he say then?" I asked while finishing my breakfest. Derek looked away and I could see his ears turn a little red. Oh, maybe that was to private. Ups. He cleared his throat. "Nothing important, really. Just some saasy comments once in a while. He likes to argue a lot," he said.

"What do you guys argue about?" I asked. Derek looked at me and our eyes met. For a second, I saw thet light again. Like something changed in his eyes. Like he changed.

He opened his mouth, as if to answer me, but was cut off by Simon walking into the kitchen. "Goodmorning," Simon said. I looked at him with a smirk. "Aren't you to sprightly for 7 a.m.?" I asked.

He gave me a grin and sat on my left side, while spreading butter on a toast. "It's the meds," he said. "Nothing makes you more awake then getting a needle with insulin in you before breakfest," he said.

Tori, who I didn't noticed had walked in shortly after Simon and now stood and poored some youghurt in her bowl, exclaimed: "Great! Now I lost my apetite!" I laughed shortly and Simon gave her a middle-finger while she sat cross him, next to Derek.

When we had eaten we walked out to the car. Kit was at work, so we had to lock the door after us. We drove to school while listening to the mornig radio, Simon singing along with most of the songs. Derek was sillent. Probably in his own world. Or having a conversation with his wolf. You never know.

I had my head leaning on my hand and was looking at him. Watching him. Stalking him. Okay, the last one sounded a whole lot creepier then it was supposed to. But I did watch him. I watched how his exotic green eyes were focuced on the road. I watched how his muscler arms were holding the wheel and how they moved when he made a turn.

I watched how his chest rose and fell when he breathed in and out. And I cought myself fantazizing about how it felt like, being whapped up in his arms, putting my face into his huge chest, bury myself in his scent, that always somehow smelled like the forrest and his cologn and something just...Derek.

I watched his mouth, and cought myself woundering what he tasted like...God damnit, girl-brain! What? I havent done anything! I sighted, whitch made Derek look at me with confucion.

Our eyes met and I blushed, quickly looking away. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I could feel my cheeks burn. Nice job, Chloe. Now he wouldn't suspect a thing!

To be honest, I think it will be, not it was, totaly emberesing to have a crush on Derek. Not because he wasn't atractive, the opposite actually, but because he was...well Derek. He was this brute and tall guy, who liked to be alone and probably didn't need a 13-year old looking blond fangirling over him. I imagened how it will be telling him about it.

I didn't think that he would laugh, for Derek wasn't like that, no he would probably just say, that he didn't see me like that and that he wasn't interesting. No drama or confessions about ever lasting love here. Just that simple. But the friendship, that I desperetly was trying to build up with him over the last week, would be completely ruined.

And I wouldn't be surprised if he never spoke to me again like he did this morning, where he really opened up. Told me about himself. It was nice. A whole new side of him, that I couldn't wait to see more of. And that wouldn't happen if I keep stareing at him like a love-struck stalker, I told my self. I sighted. Having a crush really sucked.

Derek parked the car in schools parking lot and we all got out. We all walked inside the school, though seperating our ways as soon as we got in. Me and Simon had Biology this morning, so we walked together. Simon was telling me something about the basketball-tryout, that he wanted to attend this Friday, when I saw him.

Laening against the lockers was a boy, maybe a year older then me. His hair was dark, so was his eyes. And they were looking dirrectly at me. His look send shivers down my spine, and as he knew what I was thinking, he gave me a smile. Not a cute guy-smile or a gentle smile, no, a better-watch-out-little-girl kinda smile.

And then he disappered, just like that. I stopped in the hallway and looked at the spot where he was standing just a moment ago. I blinked. What the fuck?

Simon gently grabbed my elbow. "Chloe?" he asked with worry in his voice. I blinked again and looked at him. "Sorry. I just... I thought I saw something. Nevermind," I said and continued walking, him following me and shooting me a not-convinced glare.

I don't know why I didn't tell Simon about the ghost. I felt like it was a little to personal. And besides, I wanted to find out who it was and what he wanted, before I told the others. Allthough, I had a felling I already knew...

But the real reason, that I didn't tell Simon, was that I wanted to do this myself. Afterall, I was a necromancer, ghosts were my only special. If I couldn't handle them myself, how was I suppose to survive?

I couldn't just expect someone comming and rescuing me every time there was a ghost. Besides, I had been doing this for years. Before I met Simon, Tori and Derek. And I was completely able of handeling it myself.

Allthough, I had never met a ghost of a psichopathic rapper slash lab-experiment supernatural with uncontrolble powers, but there is a first time for everything, am I right?

The rest of the morning went by without any drama, but after realising that I still had the after-seeing-a-ghost-goosebomps, I desided, that I should tell someone about Royce.

Maybe it will make me more calm. So after grabbing three sandwitches and an apple, I went to the library, where I to my 'surprise', found Derek, the exact person I was hoping to find between the dusty shelves.

He looked up from his book when I sat down across him. "Ehm, hi?" he said confuced. "I brought food," I said and gave him a smirk. His eyes were filled with hunger when he looked at the sandwitches. I gave him two of them and the apple and began to unpack the third myself.

Derek took the food emidiatly and took a huge bite of the sandwitch. "Mmhf!" he exclaimed. "I though you might be hungry. Turns out I was right?" Derek, with mouth full of sandwitch, only maneged to nod. I giggled.

"You know, you can't hide in the library every lunch. You end up starving yourself through the day. You should at least bring some food here, if you don't want to eat in the caf," I said, chewing on my sandwitch.

He swallowed and looked at me. "Okay, first of all, I dont like to eat in the caf, because there is to many people. And second of all, you are actually not suppose to bring food in the library," he said and gave me a teasing half-smirk. I shrugged. "Rules are made to be broken, right?" I said. He chuckled. He was already done with his first sandwitch and was now eating the socond.

"But actually, I didn't come here to discuss your health or be bad influence. I...I came here, because I wanted to talk to you about something," I said and looked nervous at him. He stopped chewing and swallowed what he had in his mouth. He cleared his throat and looked at me. "Okay. I'm listening," he said.

I sighted. "Okay, so you remember I told you guys about that guy Royce, the one that got killed by the Edison Group and then made sure they killed Liz?" He nodded slowly. "So, this morning, I...I think I saw him. His ghost, I mean. And...I don't know, I am not asking you to help me or anything, I can hande this myself. Afterall, I have been talking to ghost for years, I know how to handle them, no, I just..." he cut me off.

"You are worried. I can see that on your aura. It's okay, I understand. You just wanted to tell someone, because if there would be any problems, we should be aware of it. Allthough...Not that I have enything against it, I don't, but why do you tell this to me and not Simon ar Tori?" I looked him in the eyes.

His green eyes were watching me, looking into my me. Like he could see everything. But will never admit it, though.

"Because I felt like telling it to you. Because you are my friend, Derek. Because I trust you and I find comfort in you, okay?" I said, a little snappier then I wanted to.

Why is he always questioning his worth? Like he is surprised that someone cares about him and trusts him enough to tell him their fears? Why? Why? Derek looked shocked at me. "Really?" he asked. I sighted. I leaned over the table, closer to him.

"Yes, Derek, really. I find comfort in you, I see you as my friend, I appreciate your oppinion and I want to talk to you and do things with you. I want to be your friend. Why are you always shocked at that?" He looked away.

"Because I never had any friends before, Chloe. I told you. People don't like me. So I am not really used to this mutch attention, to be honest, okay?" He sounded sad.

"Derek, look at me," I said. He looked at me. "I am not gonna hurt you, okay? I promise. I just want to be your friend. You wanna know why? Because underneath that introverted, brute surface is a guy that is caring and understanding. A guy that loves his family and will do anything to keep them safe.

A guy who is fun and smart and just plain awsome. And I kinda dig that. So what if you have a few acne-scars and are taller then the teachers? I don't care. I see who you are inside, and what's on the outside doesn't matter. It never does. Besides it's not that bad..."

I looked him in the eyes. They were filled with sadness and insecureness. Like puppy-eyes. He blinked and it disappered, replaced with his normal coldness. "Okay. I understand that," he said. I shot him a glare. "You do? Really?" He nodded. "Yeah. If you want to be friends, we can be that," he said. "Thank you," I said in a light voice.

He ate his apple and I finished my sandwitch as the bell rang and we grabbed our bags and we walked out of the library. "Ya' know," I said and nudged him. "I shouldnt be the one giving you a pep-talk about insecureness. Afterall, I am the girl here, so I should be the one to be insecure about my looks," I said.

His ears turned red and he loked away. "I mean it Derek. We have to work on your confidence. It sucks. It's actually basicly non-exsisting..." He laughed a short laughter. "Well thank you for you honesty," he said. "You're welcome," I said. He shot me a glare, but I could se the amusemant in his eyes.

"Trust me, I don't need a backbone. I am perfectly fine with how I am," he said. I shot him a glare, as we were coming near my classroom. "When you start acting like it, I will believe you," I said and walked in the classrom, leaving him stareing at me with surprise and amusement in his wonderful green eyes.

The last bell rang, and I walked out to the parking-lot. I felt relief over that I haven't seen Royce since this morning, and that school was over and I could go home...Maybe make myself a cup of tea, wrap up in a blanket and watch Orange Is The New Black on Netflix...

The thought of all of the nice things I could do when I came home, made me even more reliefed. And for a momment I was actually happy. And I smiled for myself. It's gonna be okay. Everything will be okay.

My smile grew even wider when I came to the car and saw that Derek was alone, leaning against the door and waiting for us. I stood beside him and leaned against the car. "Why are you smiling?" he asked. I shot him a glare, yet still smiling.

"Well, I don't think that it's concidered a crime to be happy, is it?" He shot me a glare. "No. It's not. I am just curious," he said. I shrugged. "I was just thinking about how nice it will be to come home, make some tea, roll up in a blanket by the TV, watch some Netflix..." I looked at a spot in front of me, still smiling.

"That sounds nice," he sighted. I looked at him. "You know...If you want to, you can join me," I said. Oh, fuck! That sounded like I wanted to 'Netflix and Chill' with him. Don't you? Shut up.

I blushed and looked away. "But you know, if you don't want to, I'm not gonna make you, I just..." He cut me off. "I would love to watch Netflix with you, Chloe," he said. His voice sounded a little hoarse, yet somehow more sexy. Jesus, you keep blaming me for these thoughts, when you yourself keep thinking them! I ignored my girly-brain. I looked at Derek and saw that light in his eyes again.

He blinked and it was gone. He cleared his throat. "I mean, sure, yes, it would be nice," he said in his normal voice. "Okay," I nodded. I looked over his shoulder and saw Simon and Tori coming towards the car and the conversation was over.

Derek's P.O.V.

I parked the car in our driveway and we all got out. As soon as I got inside I ran upstairs, taking a shower before mine and Chloe's Netflix date. Okay, it was NOT a date. No, we just agreed to watch Netflix together and chill, thats all.

You know what they say about teenagers and their 'Netflix and Chill'?

No, what do they say?

They say that there is no Netflix, neither no Chill, only two teenagers and a coutch, in the dark, alone, under a blanket...

Wolfie! I am not gonna have sex with Chloe!

Yet.

Wolfie! It's just a movie or two, nothing in paticular. We are not gonna throw off our clothes and do 'the thing' under the blanket! I am not like that!

You're not. I am.

No. You. Are. Not. Besides, we are just friends, making-out is not on the list of what friends do.

But you don't want to be just her friend. You want to be her boyfriend, right?

Maybe...But that doesn't mean that she wants that too and as I told you before, I am not boyfriend-material and...

Jesus, mut! Chloe was right, you really have no backbone. I mean look at you! Your whole body is filled with testerone and is just waiting for you to use it! Haven't you ever had Biology?

Women are naturally atraccted to bigger and stronger men, and you, my friend, are deffenetly bigger and stronger then most 16-year old boys! Besides, you saw her aura today. It was freakin' PINK! And don't you denye it! I saw it myself when I took over your body! She was GLOWING!

Yeah, about that...Would you please stop just taking over me whenever you fell like it?

Mut, let's be honest here: I can do whatever the fuck I want.

And so he was gone again, leaving me with even more doubt then before.

I got out of the shower and got dressed before walking downstairs again. Simon and Tori were up in their rooms and dad was still at work. Chloe was sitting in the coutch in the livingroom. The curtens were down and the TV and a dimp lamp were the only light in the room.

Netflix and Chill...

Shut it!

I sat down next to her and she gave me a smirk. "So," she said, wrapping a blanket around herself. She had changed into shorts and a sweather. I myself had a dark t-shit on and sweat-pants.

"Since you are the boy, you get to chose the movie," she said and gave the remote. I looked at her. Her strawberry-blond hair was framing her face and her doe-like blue eyes were almost glowing in the dimp light. She had her hands hid in her sweather and her legs on the coutch with a blanket around her.

Already planing how to get that swether off...

Jesus, Wolfie!

To prove Wolfie wrong I chose the least romantic movie I could think of, wich also happened to be my favorite movie.

"21 Jump Street?" Chle asked. I looked at her. "What? It's a good movie. Have you never watched it?" She shook her head. "Well, then get ready for the best laugh of your life. The first time I watched it, I laughed so hard I began to cry," I said. She gave me a smirk. "Can't wait to see why," she said and started the movie.

Through out the movie, Chloe laughed a lot. I did too, actually. Allthough, when it came to a serious part, right after she had been all over the coutch because she couldnt stop laughthing, she layed down on my chest. She looked up at me, making sure it didn't bother me. I didn't mind. Not at all, actually. I could feel her relax and every time she laughed I could feel her chuckled. It was nice, actually.

Chloe's P.O.V.

The movie was great. The best I have seen in years, actually. I couldn't stop laughthing and I was having so mutch fun. When the last scene ended, I began to laugh so hard, that I fell on the floor and began to cry. Derek, who was laughthing himself, laughed even more when he saw me on the floor.

We looked at eatchother and laughed even more. "I...I LOVE DISNEYLAND!" I exclaimed. He laughed even harder. I got up from the floor and wiped my happy-tears off with my sleeve, still giggling. Derek had calmed down too and was now smiling. A real smile that made me wounder why he didn't smile more offen.

I sat on the coutch facing him. He had his arm on the back of the coutch and looked at me with amusement in his eyes. "So, I figured you liked the movie?" he asked. I nudged him. "Best movie ever," I said. He gave me a smirk. "You know, they made a sequal too." I looked at him with surprise. "Then what are we waiting for?" I said and took the remote.

When we had watched 22 Jump Street, that was almost as good as 21, if not better, Kit had made dinner. We walked to the kitchen and sat at the dinner table.

After we ate, I walked up in my room to get some rest. I think that I ended up falling asleep.

I woke up two hours later to a whisper in my ear. I opened my eyes, sat up and looked around the room. When I didn't see anything, I layed down again and tried to fall asleep. The whisper sounded again, and this time I jumped out of my bed and looked around. A giggle sounded. I closed my eyes and concetrated on the ghost. I pulled him in. I opened them and saw a shimmer to my right.

In the dark room I could only see that the ghost was a boy, but I had no doubt who it was. Royce finally came to visit me. How lovely. "What do you want?" I asked out loud. Another giggle.

"Oh, aren't you gonna ask me my name first? How rude," said a boys voice to my right. "I know exactly who you are," I said. "You do? Oh, that's right. I forgot that Liz already had talked to you." Another giggle, this time a mean one. I sighted. "What do you want?" Royce appered in front of me. "Buh," he said. I jumped back. He laughed.

"It's not about what I want, necro-girl. I know Liz told you about the experimants, but she didn't tell you all of it," he said. I looked at him. "She didn't?" He shook his head. "No. There is more. But I can't tell you about it here. They could be listening. But if we go outside..."

I shook my head. "Look, budy. I am not new at this. I know, that if we go outside, you probably find a stick and knock me out with it or something even worse, so either you talk here, or you get your ass out of here, understand?" He gave me a smirk. "You got me. But no, I couldn't dream of hurting sutch a pretty girl like you. I just wanted to tell you about your friend Rae, but since you are not interested..."

"Rae? What does rae have to do with this?" He shrugged. "I would love to tell you about it. Outside," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Fine! But not to far from the house, or else I push you back where you came from," I said. He gave me a smirk. "What? Hell? Already been there. They threw me out, though, and I never found out why..." I rolled my eyes again and walked out of my room, through him.

As I passed Dereks room, I coughed a couple of times, hoping to wake him up, so he would be prepered if Royce didn't keep his promise. And to be honest I doubtet that he would.

I took my boots and my coat on and walked outside, though the snow and into the woods, all the time following Royces ghost. He led me to an open space inbetween some trees, not that far from the house.

"So," I said. "Talk." He turned around and looked seductivly at me. Or creepy. "What, are we not gonna get to know eatch other first?" I rolled my eyes. "I already know everything that I need to know about you," I said.

"Is that so? What do you know about me then, Chloe?" His voice send shivers down my spine and I shrugged. "You were an experiment and lived in Lyle House with Liz, Amber and your brother, Austin.

Then you took Liz out on a 'date', where you cut her and wanted to rape her. She ran off and told the nurses. They desided that you were to dangerous and killed you the next day. But, you came back for revenge and made it look like Liz was out of control too, so they would kill her too. And you are a volo-half-demon, but I don't know what your extra power is, allthough Liz had a theory it was cruelness."

He laughed. "Looks like you know more about me, then I do myself. Allthough, there is two things that you missed- One is that I didn't cut Liz. The second is, that they didn't gave me an extra-power," he said with light anger.

"Hold on. You didn't cut Liz? But she told me..." He shook his head. "I actually don't even remember taking her out anywhere. That night is actually pretty blury... I remember eating dinner... but then, nothing.

And the next thing I know, I am lying on a cold metal-table and this woman sticks a neddle in me and then...I wake up and I'm a ghost. I hung around for a while, and then I desided to visit the others. Just check up on them, you know. I wanted to contact my brother, but it was like he didn't hear me. And I... I got mad. I tried to talk to Liz, and she didn't hear me and I got really mad.

I began to throw stuff around and the next thing I knew, she was screaming and the nurses came in and dragged her away. I followed her back to that awful place, where they killed me. And then...they killed her too and I...I got so mad again. She bacame a ghost too and I tried to contact her, and when she wanted to talk, I got mad again and I...I cant remember.

Next thing I knew, she was gone. I tried to look for her, but she always maneged to get away. I wanted to explain amd to apologize, but...she was scared. Scared of me." Royce looked at me. His eyes were filled with sadness.

And then...something switched in his eyes. Kinda like with Dereks, like he became someone else. His brown eyes got darker and he gave me that creepy smile again. "But enough talking about me. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Chloe?" he said with a dark voice. Royce really did go away, replaced by this, whatever it was. And it was up to no god, that's for sure.

"Royce?" I asked. "I am not Royce," he said. "What are you?" I asked, slightly stepping back. "Isn't it obvious? I am a demon!" he exclaimed. "Those stupid humans didn't know what they were doing when they summoned a demon into a child.

An awful thing to do, indeed. Completly crazy. Yet, look, here I am. Poor Royce doesn't remember a thing when I take over his body and play a little. And then he has to pay for my games. Yes, it's a cruel thing to do, but I am a demon, afterall." He laughed an evil laughther.

"Hm, you remind me of that girl. What was her name? Ah, yes Elizabeth. Lovely one, I tell ya'. Royce was head over heel for her, he still is, even after he is dead. Isn't that sweet? That poor guy wanted to be with her so bad, so I desided to help him. But it turns out that bitch wasn't as innocent as I thought. And then she just walked away!

I had to stop her, obviously. So I jumped her and gave her a little gift, so she remembered me. But she ran away. Oh, well." he looked at me with a sadistic grin on his face.

"But you, my little necro, you wouldn't run away from me, would you? I beg you, it's so lonely on the other side. Why don't we play a game? How about tag, huh? Or hide and seek? I am relly good at the last one," he said and gave me an evil smirk. And then he disappered.

I looked around. Nothing seemed to move, but I wouldn't take a chance and turn my back on the demon. So that was what they did to him. They summened a demon in him. It was awful, really. Demons are not to be played with, and Royce was the living proof.

He was just a normal boy, but when this demon took over him, he was a whole different person. And he was killed beacause of the demon. The more I found out about this Edison Group, the more crazy they seemed.

Suddenly something swung at my back and I fell on the cold ground with my face first. I could feel a bruise appering on my back. I rurned around, but something heavy had landed on me, and I saw a small stick getting closer to my cheek. Pain exploded on my cheek as the stick cut through my skin. "Enough!" I yelled.

I crawled back, towards a tree. Demon-Royce appered over me and gave me a sadistic grin. "Aww, are you already tired of our game, Chloe?" he said. He picked up a small rock and threw it at me. It hit me in my hair, and I could feel blood coming down my temple. I did what I had to do. I closed my eyes and concentrated on puching demon-Royce back.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. I didn't open my eyes, but kept pushing him. "Don't you-" he was cut off. I opened my eyes and looked around. My sences told me he was gone, but I still had shivers down my spine. Or maybe it was just the bruise.

I was suddenly really tired. My head hurt and I regreted that I didn't put some warmer pants on before I walked outside. I was sitting in my shorts, only the coat covering my freezing but. I sighted.

I was really sleepy. And scared. But so tired. No, I had to get back to the house, or I will freze out here. But if I just closed my eyes for a minute...My eyelids slowly shut, as I heard footsteps coming towards me.

I woke up some seconds later in someones arms. Someone had come and picked me up and was now carring me back to the house. I looked up and saw that this someone was no other then Derek. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Derek, I..." He cut me off. "Later Chloe. We have to get you inside and clean your cuts," he said. I nodded sowly.

As we walked inside, he sat me at the kitchen-table and walked out to fine the emergency-bag. The one filled with bandges and cleaning-water and all that stuff. When he came back he took out some cotoon and began to dry off the blood and cleaning my cuts.

"Ah!" I exclaimed as he cleaned the cut on my cheek. "Hold still," he just said. "This one looks deep, but I don't think that it needs stitches. I talk to dad about it," he said. I nodded.

He was standing close to me, his face just a few inches from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my cold face. Eventhough my entire body hurt and my face was bleeding, I kinda enjoyed the lack of distance between us. I looked into his eyes and my heart began to beat faster.

"Do you have more bruises of any kind?" he asked. Still in trance, I nodded slowly. I jumped of the table and he took a step back to give me some space. I took off my caot and rolled up the back of my sweather, showing him the bruise. He grunted.

"It looks bad. But not bad enough for anything serious, though," he said. I rolled down my sweather again and turned around to look at him. He looked irretated. "Now, tell me- What the hell were you doing outside in the middle of the night?"

I sighted and sat on a chair at the kitchen table. He sat across me, pircing me with his eyes. I told him everything that had happened. For a moment he looked confuced, yeah even scared, but then the anger was back in his eyes.

"Chloe, you can't just walk off into the woods with a psychopathic volo-half-demon ghost," he said. "I tried to wake you," I said to my deffence. "Yes, but still. You should have told him to fuck off in the first place, as soon as he wanted you outside." I shot him a glare. "I had the setuation comepletly under control," I said.

He shot me a glare. "Oh, really? Does it count as control to get your ass whopped by a psyhopathic ghost?" I shrugged. "I puched him back as soon as he started to hit me," He grunted. "Not soon enough obviously," he said.

I slammed my hand on the table. "Hey! I had it under control, okay? And it's actually really hard to puch a ghost back on the other side, so sorry I didn't do it under a minute," I snapped at him.

He shot me another glare. "I am sure, that you don't have a death-wish, Chloe, but you keep putting yourself in danger and you never think about the consecuenses. And that pisses me off! You are not Superman, Chloe. You can't do all these thing by yourself," he said.

I looked angry at him. " I am aware of that. But to my deffence, I had could handle ghosts before and I didn't see any reason to wake up the whole house, just so they could watch out for me as I talked to him. I am not a baby! And what other setuations do you exactly talk about, huh?"

"I am talking about Rae. You should have called us, as soon as there was trouble. Insteed you just desided to 'handle it yourself' and ended up getting a burn," he said.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. "Yes, I know that you are a big girl and can fight your own battles and all that, but you don't have to do it all the time. You need to understand, that you don't have anything to proof to anyone. Trust me, I know that you can hit back. You don't have to put yourself in danger and try to handle everything yourself. Because you can't. Nobody can." He looked seriously at me.

I shot hima glare. "So you think that this is what it is about? Me trying to show off to you guys? 'Hey, look! I can't shoot spells or have super-strenght, but I can kick any ghosts ass! See, I even got a bruise, how cool is THAT!' ?

Sorry to disapoint you, but I am not the one to proof anything. I am comepletly aware of that I can't do everything myself, and I am not trying to. But, ghost are my thing, my only speciality, so I can't relly ask you guys for help there. I mean, if I can't handle a ghost, I am basicly lost.

And about that thing with Rae- We had a plan. I followed the plan, we planned it together. You can't acuse me for having handled it on my own, because you was watching the whole thing from your car, and wasn't exactly the one to jump her as soon as she freaked out!" I took a deap breath in.

"So don't you dare to acuse me for playing Superman, because I am not. And I am deffenetly not going to be the designated damsel in distress, if that's what you want me to. I am not just gonna stand on the sideline as all of you fight. Because no matter what my size says about me, I am not a little and scared girl. I know how to fight!"

Derek looked at me. Just looked. I couldn't read his emotions, because his eyes were cold, not revaling anything. "You are impossible," he said. I crossed my arms. "I had a good teatcher," I said, my voice thick with sarcasm. He shot me a glare. The staring contest lasted for a while, until Tori came down in the kitchen with a "Why the fuck are you guys arguing in the middle of the night?"

After that Simon and Kit came down too. I told them all what had happened in the woods and led Kit examine my cuts. After he said that there was nothing to fear, he ordered everyone to bed. He sudgestet that I should stay home tomorrow and just rest. I agreed and went to bed.

I layed awake for a while. I was thinking about the events of tonigh. About what Royce had told me and about what Derek though of me. How could he think, that I was some kind of atention-whore? What the fuck was wrong with him? One second he was all friendly and nice and the next he was all cold and bitchy. Jesus, it was like riding a rollercoaster of emotions with him around. I sighted and put my head in my pillow. Good girls like bad boys...They do, they do indeed.

So, what do you think? I know that this chapter might be a bit of a filler, but the next ones are going to be longer and better, i promise. And what is going on in Dereks head? It really makes me think of a Katy Perry song:

You're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in then you're out, you're up and you're down...

No? Okay then, lets just go on to the part where i beg for your reviews, because it makes me soooo HAPPY :D:D:D Thank you, by the way, I really apresiate it, so just keep em coming.

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