(A/N) Hey guys! :) This is my first (but most certainly not last) Darkest Powers series Fanfic! I'm excited haha. So, this takes off right after the second book. It's not what I thinks going to happen, because I'm going to create new characters of my own. Please enjoy :)

Summary: I remember when Simon joked with me about if Werewolves and Vampires were real, it'd be cool. I later found out that werewolves actually were real. And now I'm finding out that vampires are real as well. And apparently, these certain vamps really, really hate werewolves. How are we all supposed to work together to destroy the Edision group if all we keep doing is fighting with eachother? Whats a necromancer to do?

I DO NOOOOT OWN THIS SERIES! Thank u.

My hint box!:
CPOV- Chloes point of view
NPOV- Narrators point of view
LPOV- Lunas point of view
DPOV- Dereks point of view

Now please enjoy :)

Chapter One:

CPOV

I remember last night when Andrew first pulled up to the house that we're now staying in. Though I dont no if you can consider this huge Victorian gothic-style place as a home. When I first saw this place, I said to myself that it wouldnt surprise me if I saw gargoyles somewhere up here, in yet when I came to my room that I'm staying in, it surprised me that I saw one right outside my window.

Now I lay in the old bed with the flat mattress with the dusty covers pulled over me. It felt like heaven.

These last two weeks have been horrible. I cant seem to stop thinking about it, and I somehow find it hard to sleep. Maybe its just this place. Something about it just doesnt feel right, its not a ghost, but I feel something very similar to that.

My eyes started to close more. Tiredness overswept me. But right before I shut my eyes, I saw a person sitting from outside my window, watching me.

I gasped and shot up, my pillow falling to the floor. No one was there.

"I must have been seeing things..." I told myself.

Or maybe it was a ghost. No no, I was just seeing things.

I picked up my pillow, set it down on my bed, and layed down faceing the other side of the room where I couldnt see the window. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to forget about the girl I might have just saw in my window.

After a couple of minutes I finally started to relax. One thing I learned these past two weeks, expect the unexpected.

"You." Someone very close to my head whispered.

I froze, eyes wide. I spun around. No one was there.

"Attic." Someone said yet again behind me.

I looked around again to see no one.

"Go...to the attic?" I asked.

Whoever it was response was my bedroom door swinging open.

I gulped. The hairs on the back of my neck sticking up, a cold chill ran down my spine.

Ghost. So is this the same person in my window, or someone else?

I stood up and began walking to the attic. I didnt no the inside of the house well, But everytime I got lost, a random door would swing open so I'd just go in there.

Finally, a door opened and it lead up a stair way.

Suddenly I wasnt just cold anymore, I was freezing. Ever nerve and cell in me told me to stop. Do not enter. And usually I am not this brave. But for some unknown reason, I began to walk up the stairs.

There were alot of stairs to. When I started off at the first step, I couldnt even see the top. Now I do, its another door way.

"Stop." A voice said. A new voice. A voice that didnt feel like a ghost at all, in fact, it felt just like before when I saw that girl in the window.

I froze.

"No...please keep going." The chilling voice asked.

"Dont." The other voice warned.

"Keep moving..."

I was already very close to the door now anyway, so I kept going.

And right when I reached my hand out to turn the handle of the door, the ground beneath me was gone.

The stair I was on colapsed.

I screamed out as I started to fall. I flung my arms out and held onto the other stairs. I was now in a big, huge hole which seemed to go on and on by the looks of it. Of course, not that I'd no, the only thing lighting up this stairway is the candles lit on the walls.

I kicked my legs in the open air below me, trying to shimmy my way back up somehow. It didnt work.

I sucked in a big breath. I guess Ill have to call for help. Will anyone even hear me?

"He-!" I didnt even get to finish my cry when another chunk of stairs broke off. I was now holding my self up with my one hand clutched on the side of the remaining stairs near me. The wood of the stair was sharp, and because I was holding on so tightly, I started to bleed.

The warm, hot blood ran from my hand to down my arm. I was in darkness, the only light I could see was above me.

Am I going to make it out of here ok? I dont want to yell again, what if the rest brakes off? Oh, my god. Am I going to die like this?

Tears stung my eyes, threating to escape.

I felt my fingers start to slip.

"No!" I shouted, letting go.

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the splat! that awaits me.

Wait, why does it feel like I'm not falling?

I opened one eye and looked up.

"Derek!" I gasped.

He held onto my arm.

"Chloe! What happened?" He pulled me up out of the hole and set me down.

"Ah!" I fell to the ground.

He bent down next to me.

"I think I twisted my ankle when I fell." I said, rubbing it.

He nodded. Then he turned his back to me and nodded me forward.

"What?" I asked.

"Get on my back." He grumbled, as if it was a stupid question to ask.

"What! No, I couldnt, Im to heavy and-"

He snorted and waited.

I sighed.

I inched myself over to him and rapped my arms around his neck.

He stood up and took hold of my legs.

This was actually kinda funny, I havent gotten a piggy back ride since I was a little girl.

He started to walk down the stairs.

I was surprised though that he continued to remain silent. I wasnt about to ruin it and ask why though. I put my cheeck on his back. He was so big, it made me feel very small, even more small then usual. And he was so warm, which was a good thing, because I was freezing.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs I saw a tired looking Simon and a worried looking Andrew.

"What happened!?" Simon asked.

Derek and I said nothing. He just brought me into the living room and sat me down on the couch.

"How are you?" He asked.

I nodded. "I'm ok, I just need to maybe ice my leg and get a bandage for my hand."

He took a look at my foot, examining it.

"So what happened in there?" Andrew demanded.

"I thought I heard...a ghost. It was calling me to the attic. I dont no why really but..."

"You must never go up there!" Andrew yelled, his face turning pale.

"Why?" Derek asked, curious.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. He said nothing.

"It was strange though." I continued. "There wasnt just one, but two different voices. And one of the voices wasnt a ghost, atleast, I'm pretty sure she wasnt. And before this whole thing happened I thought I saw someone in my window. It was a girl, I no that much, and I saw a flash of white, maybe her shirt or..." I stopped talking when I noticed Andrews face.

"Andr-?" Simon asked, but was cut off.

"There back." Andrew took a step back and plopped down on the other sofa.

"Who's back?" Derek demanded.

"They returned. I didnt think-"

"Andrew, whats happening?"

A sudden burst of laughter sent all of us looking over in the doorway.

Stood there was a boy, maybe my age or a year older. He was...strange looking. He wore all black, black pants, black shirt, but was the palest person I had ever seen. His eyes were dark brown, maybe even black themselves as well. He had semi-long silver hair, and one earing in his right ear. It was a dangly silver ball.

"Who-?" Derek started but stopped at Andrews intake of breath.

"We werent expecting you." Andrew said.

The boy shrugged. There was something about him, some strange feeling he gave me in the pit of my tummy, and not a bad feeling either.... He was, all in all, somewhat beautiful. Strange, but beautiful.

He nodded over at me and I flinched.

"That girl was choosen by Luna." He said.

Andrew nodded, his mouth pressed into a hard line.

"I expected as much." He said.

"Who's Luna? Whats going on?" Derek demanded.

"Simmer down Wolfie." The boy said, shocking me. How did he know Derek was a werewolf?

"Consider yourself lucky babe." The boy said to me. "Luna doesnt always protect people. With her on your side, you wont get hurt."

"Who is she?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact that he called me babe, and the fact that it seemed to make Derek on edge.

He smiled a full toothy smile at me. My eyes went wide.

"Oh, you'll soon see." He said, licking his fangs.

(a/n) Yaaaaaay chapter one done! I love this series, and I really like my ideas I have to continue this story on, so please review if you would like more :) Also, review if you didnt like it either, I would like to no the good, and bad things to. (but mostly good please! ;] ) So, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Reviews make me happy :)