Hi, so okay this is my first fanfiction. Not sure how good it is, characters may be a lil' OC, I need to reread the series again but anyhoo, if you do like it, and think it's not completely hopeless and want to read more, R&R.

*To my deepest disappointment and regret, I must say I do not own "The Darkest Powers" or its characters. That privilege belongs exclusively to Kelley Armstrong. Now if you excuse me I believe some chocolate is in order to soothe my heartbreak.*

Ugh. I flipped over, squinting at the flashing luminous numbers on the clock. Five twenty, brilliant. Why was I up? Uh oh. I launched out of the bed, tripping over the duvet as I throw myself into the bathroom.

After about ten minutes of seeing my dinner for the second time in twenty four hours. I rested my forehead against the cool tiles on the floor. Well, I guess we now know that Simon's cooking was a no, no.

"Chloe?" Derek stood at the door his hair sleep ruffled, his eyes blinking sleepily as they adjusted to the strong light. "You okay?" I groaned and sat up. "Just toss out whatever's left of Simon's sushi, the stuffs toxic."

He nodded silently from the door, "Do you want something to drink?" he asked his eyes roving over me, examining me, making sure I wasn't about to keel over on him suddenly.

"That would be nice, thanks" When he left I shut the door behind him and grabbed my toiletry kit and scrubbed and gargled until all I could possibly taste was the burning mintiness of my mouth wash.

When I left the bathroom Derek was laid on top of the covers, book in hand, a glass of water resting on the bed side table, I gulped it down gratefully before crawling into bed beside him.

"Better?" he asked as he replaced the book on it's self on the night stand and pulled me closer to him. "Much" I cuddled up against him pulling the duvet up to my chin. The warm sheets and Derek's always toasty temperature was a nice contrast to the bitter cold early morning air that had seeped into the room over night.

"Did you toss out the left overs yet?"

"Yeah, it's gone." He murmured into my hair. "Hey, you ate the stuff too. How come you've hadn't got a nice view of the inside of our toilet yet?" he chuckled his lips trailing from my hair to shoulder planting tender kisses up my through and across the curve of my jawbone.

"Ahh, well you see that's one of the handy things about being a werewolf, stomach of steel." His warm breath tickled my skin causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Hmmm...Well that's completely unfair." My voice came out as a husky gasp.

I turned myself around so that I was now straddling his lap; I kissed him teasingly, my tongue tracing his bottom lip. He shifted uncomfortably beneath me and cleared his throat a little. "Completely unfair." He agreed, a finger slipping under the strap of my camisole. "I take it we're staying in this morning?"

I slight smile tugged at the corner of my lips that I quickly smothered. "Well, I guess if you don't want to..." I said pushing myself off him and pretending to get attempt to get out of bed, only to have his hands grab my waist and pulled me back on him, flipping me over so that now he was on top.

"I never said that." He growled.

"Good." I smiled before his lips met mine again.

A soft kiss on my forehead woke me, I lay there for a few seconds longer hearing the apartment door close softly before propping myself up. The alarm clock beside me read half three beside it replacing the empty glass of water from earlier this morning was a steaming cup of coffee, a note was caught underneath.

"Chloe, gone with dad to see a contact. I'll be back before six. If you're still feeling sick tell Lauren. Love you. D"

I stretched luxuriously, before swinging out of bed, pulling on jeans and a tee shirt and grabbing the coffee as I headed out the bedroom door.

It was scarcely furnished, besides what had come with it, there were just miscellaneous items we had picked up over the passed three years, photos tucked at odd angles on the mirror, some books of Derek's strewn around the room at odd intervals, Tori's old laptop and the occasional knickknack strewn in for good measure.

I drained my mug and dropped it into the sink, poking my head into Tori's room on the way out and as expected found it empty. She'd be at work around about now, grabbing my keys and my mobile I headed out.

Tori had got a job at the cafe across the street, not exactly the most glamorous place or even the cleanest, but then again this wasn't exactly the most glamorous or cleanest neighbourhood and as far as Tori was concerned it paid.

I was half way down the hall when I heard Simon calling, "Hey, Chloe wait up." I turned around to see him jogging to catch up with me.

"Where you going?"

"Did Derek ask you to baby sit me?" Simon eyes widened in mock innocence and hurt.

"Do you think the only reason I would hang out with my bestest best friend, is because my brother asked me to?" His arm draped around my shoulders as he led me down the stairs.

"Yes, absolutely."

"Chloe, your lack of faith in me hurts me."

"I'm sure your ego can handle it." I smiled, smacking him across the chest.

The cafe almost when we came in besides for a lone man sitting in the corner, reading a newspaper. Tori was leaning against the counter looking thoroughly bored, as a guy smiled lazily at her attempting to flirt.

As soon as she saw us, you could see the obvious relief on her face; I bit back a laugh as she practically ran to us.

"Oh thank god," she muttered as she reached us.

"I'm sorry Tori. Chloe, I think we have interrupted something. Maybe, we should come back some other time?" The sheer look of panic that crossed Tori's face for a second was hilarious, I snorted.

Simon raised an eyebrow at me. "Very attractive, if I may say so myself."

"Oh, shut up." Smacking him across the chest for the second time that day.

"Ouch, this is abusive!" Tori burst out laughing. "Hey, what's so funny?"

"You whine like a girl!" she snorted

"An attractive girl" he winked.

A buzzing in my pocket distracted me from the bickering; I flipped out my phone, Derek. Fear flooded through me. Something was wrong it was barley half four, he wouldn't call this early.

"Chloe" his voice came out as a growl. I could barley hear him over the background noise. "Get out of there."

"D-Derek what's going on?"

"Derek, behind you." Kit's voice came faintly over the phone.

"Chloe listen to me, get Tori, Lauren and Simon and run. Now. They'll be there soon. It was a trap." A shot went of in the distance, Derek grunted in pain. Oh dear, God. I couldn't breathe. This wasn't happening.

His breathe was broken and ragged over the phone, "Shit," he groaned. "Chloe, go. They found us. Run." The phone suddenly went dead.

The phone slipped from my fingers, my heart beat was the only thing I could hear, I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Chloe?" Tori gently shook me. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"D-Derek," I choked out. Snapping out of my paralysis, my eyes were drawn across the street was a white van had just pulled up right in front of our building, five men getting out.

"Run."