Authors Note-

Hey guys! Ok so I usually write Naruto Fanfic but I wanted to start a Fanfic for the Darkest Powers series. Obviously if you are reading this you know what this series is, but if you are here because you have added me as a favorite author and put me on your subscription, and see that I have created a new story then I highly advize reading these books if you are into the supernatural and spooks, they are pretty fantastic. My Fanfic is placed after The Reckoning so there are spoilers of course. This would be my version if the Chloe's story ( The first trilogy of the Darkest powers series is narrated by Chloe but the second trilogy has not been released yet) If it were to continue... Its written in third person, and starts off a whole new adventure. Please enjoy and review. If i get over 15 reviews I will update in the next 24 hours of recieving the 15th review.

Disclaimer-

I of course am not Kelley Armstrong so I do not own Chloe or her friends or this trilogy. Therefore this is all my creative imagination and practice for creating my own novels as i aspire to be a great Author.

Chapter 1

Chloe shot up, cold musty air shot across her face as she gasped and ran her eyes wildly around her surroundings. It was dark, and the air smelled like damp wwod, and other rotting substances. As Chloe's eyes adjusted and her heart slowed she recognized where she was. She was on the floor again. It was that room.

The same room she had woken up in the two previous nights, and now it was the third.

Escaping the Edison group and knowing they would not give up in trying to attain you was one thing, but never knowing what your genetically enhanced powers could do to you was another.

Entering a new atmosphere and having dreams of a small child crying, begging, then waking in a room that looks so familiar yet you have never seen it before in your life... This was new to Chloe. She knew her life would never be normal, but when would it stop surprising her?

The room was empty, just like before. Chloe had noted the last two nights that it was room 23 in the hotel she and her companions were staying in while they rested and planned against the Edison group. The walls were faded giving off a facade of a shabby hotel when in fact the other rooms were fairly nice. The wall paper hung in some ares, shreaded from ware. The floor was a thin speckled carpet where several areas were patches of stains, dampness or mold. The aura of the room was cold. Chloe shivered as her body was brushed by a whirpool of thin breezes.

Whenever Chloe had tried returning to this room during the day it had been locked. There was a reason why nobody should be in this room... but why and how was Chloe able to get in here three nights in a row?

This isn't normal Chloe. Chloe mentally agreed with her inner voice. Never had she slept walked before. Chloe knew her powers were strange compared to other necromancers. She could raise a whole graveyard filled with corpses from the eternal sleep, by simply throwing their spirits back into their rotting bodies. And whats more is she didn't even have to try. One time she had done it in her sleep.

Chloe knew this had to do with ghosts. After all this kind of weird stuff was in her element. As soon as they arrived at this hotel, after escaping the edison group with Simon and Derek's dad and her aunt Lauren, she could feel the presense of corpses. The hair on the back of her neck would stand on end and goosebumbs would rise on her flesh. She wouldn't say anything though, everyone was to tired. Even Derek, who Chloe knew would be able to smell the decomposition of bodies with his werewolf senses, was to tired. But it didn't escape Chloe that he would bring it up. So far he hadn't chloe thought it was because Derek was trying to protect her. They were sort of an item now.

Chloe blushed at the thought. Derek was Chloe's boyfriend... her werewolf boyfriend... but she shook off the thought. She believed that Derek was trying to give her a break from the supernatural world, as if she had had enough action for a lifetime. Chloe knew he was worried about the dead bodies somewhere around this hotel, but she purposefully gave off a sense of ease as if she didn't notice. So Derek played along knowing she needed rest from her freakishly strong powers. And truthfully during the last three days here the ghosts and corpses haven't bothered her... It was the nights she had to worry about.

The chilling feeling returned. Chloe sensed the dead and originally she was growing used to it. But the weirdness of hearing the voices and seeing this room when it was furnished and healthy in her dreams, and sleep walking into a locked room... this scared Chloe, this wasn't normal. Not even in her world.

"Help... p-please..." Chloe froze, her body tensing and blue eyes growing wide in fear. Her heart jumped against her chest and she could hear its loud motor over the echoeing whispers in the room.

"You must h-help..." Chloe took a deep breath, but it didn't seem to calm herself. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the voice. The same voice from her dreams. The more she concentrated the louder the voice grew, bouncing off the small walls of the room.

"Necromancer... you can help... help us..."

"U-us?" Chloe cleared her throat, she knew she shouldn't be afraid, but she was.

"Help us..."

"Please..." Another voice begged, more urgency then the last, both small boys.

"Who are you?" Chloe said calmly, but they repeated their cries.

"Save us... make it stop..." a new voice of a frightened girl.

" You have to..."

"Please..."

So many new voices filled Chloe's ears, she couldn't concentrate. How many were there? They were all so young, pleading and begging for help. They whimpered and cried, and Chloe's mind was splitting in different directions. She opened her eyes only to see faint glimmers of their spirits, she dared not to pull their forms before her. Her heart began to rip apart and tears came to her eyes as the pleading whispers escalated and rang through the room. She shut her eyes again, tight in concentration. She fought the tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks.

She tried to concentrate on the first voice, of the first boy who spoke.

"What do you want from me? Why do you keep bringing me here?"

Chloe jumped and her eyes shot open as the image of a boy suddenly visualized himself behing her lids. But he was not there in front of her, just whispy streams of light. How was it she could see him? Her powers never allowed her to do that before... or was it him?

"No necromancer... you must see... you must help."

"How?"

"Concentrate necromancer... you must see..."

Chloe slowly closed her eyes again, the boy returned. His deep brown eyes begged her behind full dark lashes. His brown hair was a messy dissare and his clothes were speckled in dirt and grime... and blood. His lips, his sad plump lips opened, and the voice matched their every movement.

"Let me show you... please you must see... help us..."

He began to grow faint ut Chloe itched to help him, every fiber in her being screamed against it, but she pulled the amulet off her nck and placed it on the floor beside her. The boy grew more defined, Chloe made out every feature.

He reached out his hand to her, it was grey and and his veins were visible all along his flesh. Chloe hesitated, she mentally and physically lifted her hand her eyes still closed. She reached forward. This was not what Chloe usually did when contacting ghosts. There was a voice inside her mind telling her to be careful. Her conscience sounded so much like Derek. But as she reached for the boys hand, it slowly struck her that it was against her will. She tried to retract, but her arm had a mind of its own, she looked at the boy his eyes staring straight into hers, they were hard, angry, not as begging. His mouth formed a line of concentration. He was lifting her to him.

The other voices grew loud agian, begging, as she was consumed in fear and was osing concentration. He pulled her closer has eyes not faultering to release hers.

Chloe's hand reached his and she gasped, sucking in cold bitter air, as a freezing stream of water pushed through her veins. A sharp blow peirced the back of her head causing her to squeak in pain. Her eyes snapped open wide but the room spinned and it made her sick. But her lids fell heavy, she shut them pushing them together in concentration. Her eyebrows knitted together and she shoved against the boy trying to get inside of her. She watched from behind her lids his hazy form slipping into her body. First his arm, Chloe could feel the stream of cold spiritual pressure prickling up her skin.

Slowly he began to fill her as the ice spread. She mentally shoved and shoved again but the boy would not budge. She could here the ringing of the voices in her ears. She tried to scream as the transaction of a ghost pulling itself inside of you and pushing your own spirit out was actually severely painful. The skin that was once familiar to her state of mind was being pierced. It was a magnitude of ten times more uncomfortable and painful as if your body felt numb and prickled in protest. Instead it felt like icey shards of glassed continued to stab her flesh. However she could not move, she could hardly make a sound as the fight for posession raged on inside of her.

He reached her mind and she gasped again resisting the fact that the boy would start pushing her out. But he didn't. He was consuming her. Chloe shoved and shoved but it was no use. This ghost was not ordinary.

"Let me show you... You must see...feel...feel my pain..."

Everything was momentarily black, and dark. The pain remained and Chloe knew the small boy was inside of her... but she knew she was too.

The voices still breathed against Chloe's skin, still loud in her ears. Those voices had also consumed her. She heard a small whimper, and her diaphragm stretched, and a vibration ran through her throat.

The boy was whimpering, but with her body... therefore she was making that sound too.

The boy flinched in fear, Chloe could feel it... because she did it too. She was afraid of something, because he was.

They were one.

Chloe's mind was numb... she couldn't remember who she was, but thats because the boy couldn't remember. Chloe was aware of a sharp pounding against the back of her head. She winced and whimpered again. Because her movements and her thoughts were of the boy that shared her body. She remembered she had been hit hard by something, and there was someone there. Someone there trying to hurt her... not just her but them, the boy too.

"Please..." Chloe and the boy said together, as one person.

There was a chuckle, a hard deep chuckle that broke through the voices of the other spirits. Chloe's heart threw itself against her chest, and she felt her body scrambling back. She could not see, the eyes of her person were shut. Her palms scratched agains the carpet. It was damp, sticky almost. Chloe knew what it was because the boy noted it as his own blood. Suddenly she noticed the seiring pain along her right arm. The feeling was warm against the ice that consumed her body.

"You can't get away kid..." The voice that belonged to the chuckle said. A man. Chloe and the boy broke into histerics as they hyperventalated. Their back hit the wall of the room.

"Please, d-don't hurt me..." They said.

The man laughed again, it sounded amused. They thought it sounded soft, perhaps regretful of hurting them. They dared to open their eyes.

The room was furnished...there was a small twin bed in the corner of the room beside the door that exited into the hallway. There was also a retro sidetable that held a luminesent purple lava lamp, and a clock. It was 2:34 a.m. They lowered their eyes to the floor, fearing what would be there. And Chloe knew what it was as her eyes fell upon a petite heap on the floor. She released a struggled sob.

"B-bethany," Chloe and the boy said in unison. A cloud had moved away from the moon, and the light pooled through the window behind them casting light across the girls broken form. They stared in horror. It was his sister.. the boy's sister. She was naked and her flesh was shreaded in long jagged cuts, a puddle of blood drowned her figure.

"No... someone help..."

Something moved towards the right of the room and they shot their head in that direction. A shadow leaned against the wall. Ice blue eyes stared at the girl They glittered in excitement. A sickening tug moved Chloe's stomach, and she choked. The eyes slowly moved to her.

There was nothing the boy could do... the boy used Chloe's body and stared. Her body trembled and her eyes were wide and beyond frightened. The shadow... the man shifted, pushing off the wall, and Chloe's hard breaths hitched and silenced. He took a step into the moonlight as it made the bottom half of his body visible to them.

The cast of light caught something in his right hand and it gleamed releasing a silver glow. Chloe forced her eyes to focus on it...

A large butcher knife, stained in Bethany's blood.

Ok Chapter 1 is getting too long to where it is uncomfortable. So I cut it and will post the rest as chapter 2 Shortly... Please Review.