A/N: For those who have me on author alert and are glaring at this fanfiction because it's not the one you want me to be working on – I apologize. I have not forgotten any of my stories, especially not those for Final Fantasy VIII, but I really need to be writing to get out of the slump I have been in, and I've got a lot of built up inspiration for fanfictions for this book that I have just read. The section is also in need of more fanfiction, I think it should be far more popular than it is. I promise, I will be working on my other stories soon, and I will try to make it the very best update it can be. To those who are just reading something by me for the first time, you're probably confused – but don't worry, you'll get used to me ;P I want to thank you in advance for checking out my story, and warn you that I tend to be a chatterbox. I also want to thank the author of the Darkest Powers books because it's hopefully giving me the inspiration I need to write something for people to actually read, rather than just my novella for my Writer's Craft class! (Which, for the record, I still need to finish. Blah.) Please review to let me know your thoughts, critique, and all that good stuff. I promise to reply if you do! This is my first Darkest Powers fanfiction, so bear with me as I get a handle on the characters (and writing in the first person, which I traditionally hate but am trying for experimental purposes!).

Disclaimer: If I owned the Darkest Powers trilogy, you wouldn't be reading this on here; you'd be buying the next book. Still, for the purpose of stating it officially: I do not own this series, and am in NO WAY affiliated with it at all. Oh, how I wish I was… haha.

Note: This chapter will just be kind of summarizing what happened in the three chapter preview on the official Darkest Powers site, which my next chapter will continue from. It will also be helping me get used to writing in the first person. It will NOT be the first three rough chapters word for word, because that is not cool.

Reckoning

EilayAdnayVolieay

Prologue

As I sat in the room that, for the time being, was to be called my own, I thought over the events with the strange ghost in my mind, replaying it again and again. Whoever this ghost was – or had been – he had tricked me easily. Too easily. If I hadn't thought of raising my voice to alert Derek to what was going on, I could have been in serious trouble. This power that I had of raising the dead was getting me into more and more trouble. I needed to learn to control it.

He – the ghost – had told me that he could give me answers that I wanted. About the Edison Group, about the Genesis Experiments, about all the things that were haunting my mind. Foolishly, I had believed him and followed him. The only thing I was grateful for is that I hadn't completely lost my sense and that Derek had, in fact, heard me earlier in the hall.

Thank God for small miracles.

Of course, this jerk of a ghost had refused to tell me anything until I told him a little about myself. Whether or not I had a boyfriend, who it was… the fact that Derek hadn't even been considered a candidate for that role irked me for reasons I wasn't all too aware of. Maybe because I was getting to know him better, this other side of him that wasn't as bad as people thought. Or maybe because he was often brushed off for things that were out of his control, though it seemed as though his out of control puberty problems were finally getting reigned in.

For some reason, the ghost had also wanted me to believe that Andrew – the friend of Simon and Derek's father who had brought us here to this safe house – was actually leading us into a trap. That plan had failed completely when I tricked the ghost into saying that Andrew's name was Charles and that he was Dr. Fellows who, it turned out, was my aunt – and she definitely wasn't a man!

That was when I had taken matters into my own hands to get rid of that annoying ghost, and when – thankfully – Derek had come to my rescue. I guess I should have been annoyed that I always seemed to get into those "damsel in distress" situations and that it always was Derek who came to my rescue, but I wasn't. I'd been there for Derek at times too, when he'd really needed to be around someone. We weren't exactly the best of friends, but we had a definite bond, and there was a new unspoken agreement between us that for the most part, put an end to the bickering.

Usually.

We talked for awhile after he made sure I was out of danger's way, and he was acting a bit strange. Too calm, not enough anger – he passed it off as his fever and his unease at finally being in a safe place. I could understand myself, at least about the last part. We had been far from safe for a while now, and it was hard to believe we were safe now.

Simon walked in on us and seemed a little jealous that we had been talking, alone, so late at night. I guess he had a sort of thing for me – no, it was obvious he did, and I thought he was really cute. Did it go beyond that? Who could even think of such trivial things when we were on the run for our lives?

Okay, maybe we weren't on the run right now, but that wasn't the point. I wasn't really looking for romance at all to begin with, and my life being in danger hadn't changed that.

Derek always seemed the smarter, more practical one of the two. Simon was very trusting, and though that wasn't a bad thing, it could be a problem in these times where even the good guys were kind of the bad guys. After I told both of the brothers that I had followed the ghost for answers, and of my worries that seeing the ghost meant it had died here, Derek decided we should find our own answers. Simon wanted to ask Andrew, but we couldn't take any chances. Sure, he'd been friends with their dad, but their dad hadn't liked this organization for a reason. Maybe we shouldn't either.

After a bit more discussion, I had told them I was going to go back to lie down for awhile – even though I knew I was too afraid to actually go to sleep – and headed back for the room I shared with Tori.

This is where I sat now, too worried to go to sleep, even if I desperately needed it. One thing was certain – I needed help mastering my skills as a necromancer. I couldn't handle this fear that I would summon a spirit in my sleep, and I couldn't avoid sleeping forever. Not if I wanted to be any help in the days to come. Before I knew it, my eyes began to droop, and despite my objections, I was soon in a light, uneasy sleep.

A/N: Not much yet, of course, I mostly wanted to try and narrate the first three unedited chapters that were released as a preview on Kelley Armstrong's site, and add my own flavour to it a bit. Again, I'm still getting used to these characters, so be as harsh as you like, permitted you're trying to help me and not just tell me I'm failing without offering to help. (After all, how will I learn? ;P ) That said, please review and let me know what you think! I'll be working on more chapters for this quite a lot so I can get back into the swing of things while I work on getting back into my other fanfictions that I sadly have neglected. My chapters will normally be longer than this, just a heads up.