Okay, this story is a sequel to A Werewolf In The Making so if you haven't read that story, you're going to be lost. (You're welcome to try and read this without reading the first one, but don't get mad at me when it doesn't make sense. And I know that the first story is about Simon and a new girl, but it's good, I swear!) And as I promised, I would post before Halloween, and since I really want to know what you guys think, I'm posting this earlier than I thought I would.

But there are a few things you should understand. 1) This is mostly in Chloe's point of view, switching to certain people when needed. 2) The first chapter sucks compared to the rest of my writing, but it gets better I promise because everyone knows the first chapter sucks. 3) I love reviews and I would love it if you reviewed, both good and bad are accepted, don't go easy on me.

Disclaimer: If I owned the Darkest Powers series I wouldn't be wasting my time on writing fanfiction, I'd spend it writing my next novel. So in other words: I don't own the Darkest Powers series.

*Only about two months after the epilogue of the first story (which means about three months after Jessa's attack)*

Chapter 1: Jealousy

Chloe sighed quietly, so quietly that no one could hear her and know that she was just tad bit annoyed, sad, and bored. But then Derek shifted and looked down at her with slightly worried eyes and she revised her thoughts to having sighed so quietly that no one could hear her unless they had werewolf hearing. He raised an eyebrow at her and she just quietly shook her head and leaned it against his chest. The arm he had around her waist squeezed her slightly, and she closed her eyes and listened to the steady thrum of of the van driving down the highway.

They were moving. Again. And even though Chloe had spent her whole life moving from one school to the next thanks to her dad's job, she still didn't enjoy it. She never liked it, but she had always kept her mouth shut and went with the flow, a lot like she was doing right now.

They had woken up early that morning, far earlier than any of them wanted to wake up. Then Kit and Aunt Lauren, both wide away from steady coffee hits, shoved them into the over-stuffed van and they set off for their new destination. Kit was driving and Aunt Lauren was talking with him from the passenger seat. Chloe was curled up next to Derek in the middle seat, and a sleeping Tori sitting to her right. Behind her Simon and Jessa had some how managed to both lay down in the backseat of the van and fall asleep.

Chloe frowned as something hit the back of her seat and lifted her head and turned to see both Simon and Jessa moving around in their sleep. As she watched, Jessa's hand flung itself into the air, narrowly missing Simon's face, and then rested limply on his chest. Then Simon kicked out and his foot connected with Chloe's seat again, almost causing Jessa to roll off the small seat they were squished onto. Chloe briefly wondered how those two could sleep together and not wake up with black eyes. But she just shook her head and turned around, leaning back into Derek.

They were heading for Kentucky this time, far far way from the state she had grew up in. Even if she was constantly moving, New York had always felt like her home. But now they were heading away from it, and even though Kentucky wasn't that far away, not really, it still caused a slight bit of darkness to rise in her heart at the thought of leaving her home state behind. They weren't even leaving from New York at the moment, but Maine. They had spent the last three and a half months moving back and forth across the state, always on the run from enemies they couldn't see. Now Kit wanted to throw anyone who was on their trail off it completely. So they were heading for Kentucky.

Derek kissed her hair lightly, "You should sleep." He murmured, his voice seemed loud in the quiet car.

Chloe silently agreed with him. They had been on the road for hours and there was no end in sight. Already the sun was poking its bright head up over the horizon, letting her know that the day was continuing whether she wanted it to or not, and sleep depravation wasn't going to improve anything. With another sigh that only Derek heard, Chloe snuggled up closer to him, closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the car and Derek's heart as they lulled her into sleep.

Before she knew it, Chloe was being woken up by Derek. She looked around, squinting, and saw that they were at some random gas station and the sun had rose quite a bit while she had been asleep.

"We're stopping to get breakfast and gas." Derek explained.

Groggily Chloe nodded and together her and Derek preceded to spend five minutes trying to convince the other three to wake up. Once out of the car, Tori scrambled for the gas station's door pushing the others aside, "Move! I have to pee!"

"Just what I wanted to know." Simon groaned. Jessa smiled at him, then walked off after Tori, her hand lingering on his chest.

After all three girls went to the restroom.

Chloe stood in front of the mirror, trying to calm her tumble weed hair, which was really hard when you only had your hands to work with.

"Here." Tori came up behind her a handed her a brush.

"Thanks." And Chloe got to work on hair, working out the knots and trying to rein it back into some sort of control, while Tori ran her hair under the faucet, spiking the short black strands up with her fingers. After her hair was passable Chloe washed her face and tried to do something about her bloodshot eyes.

Jessa stood behind the two girls the whole time, leaning against the wall and yawning sleepily, looking as beautiful as ever. Jessa really was a natural beauty, no matter what she had just done or where she just came from she always looked beautiful, something that greatly intimidated Chloe. While she was brushing knots out of her tangled mess of hair and putting on make-up, Jessa stood behind her with her perfect straight black hair and her dark eyelashes that surrounded the most beautiful green eyes. Chloe loved Jessa's eyes, they were the color of a cat's, bright bright green, and stood out in contrast with her black hair and pale skin adding an exotic look to her gorgeous face.

Chloe's jealousy towards the girl creeped up and made itself known.

When the girls were done in the restroom they roamed the store choosing their food and looking at the cheap souvenirs.

"I want this!" Tori said, shoving a giant giraffe in Chloe's and Jessa's faces.

"I don't think there's enough room in the car." Chloe told her, frowning at the giant stuffed animal that was probably only half a foot shorter than she was.

Tori frowned as well, scrutinizing the animal with great seriousness before shrugging and going off to put it back where ever she found it.

Simon and Derek entered the aisle they were standing in, their own food in their hands. Derek quietly took the sausage biscuit with cheese that she had picked out and added it to his own overly huge pile of food.

"You can't be serious." Simon said when he saw what Jessa had picked out to eat. In the female werewolf's hands were a box of cereal, a half gallon of milk, a plastic bowl, and a box of plastic spoons.

"What?" Jessa asked innocently, glancing down at her cache, "Do you not like Captain Crunch?"

"You can't be serious." Simon repeated.

"Oh, I'm completely serious." Jessa said, smiling darkly, her bright green eyes sparkling.

"Don't try arguing with her," Chloe interrupted Simon as he opened his mouth to speak, "Believe me, I tried."

"And failed." Jessa said, brushing past them to look at some sort of glass statues, "A growing werewolf/necromancer has to eat now, doesn't she?"

And yes she did say werewolf/necromancer. Jessa could both transform into a wolf and see ghosts because she was just that special. Not that either of those gifts came without side effects. Jessa had only just become a full grown werewolf a few months ago, and thanks to being experimented one as a child, that transformation was a lot harder than was the norm. And she was able to see ghosts because scientists had taken werewolf DNA with and necromancer DNA and grafted them together to create a werewolf who could see ghosts, AKA Jessa.

That's how they all were, they had all been experimented on as kids in the hopes of improving the supernatural races, only none of them remembered it. Except Jessa and Derek.

Simon sighed deeply and shook his head, knowing there was no point in arguing with his girlfriend over this: wise man.

And before they knew it they were back on the road, driving down yet another highway.

"No, no, no! It's not my fault, I swear!" Jessa said, munching on her cereal as she sat as close to Simon as she could get without actually sitting on his lap. Chloe, Tori, and Derek were turned around and talking to them. They were in the middle of Jessa's explanation of how Derek had received a scratch on his face the night before when Jessa and him had been running around as wolves. "It was this oafs fault!" Jessa gestured towards Derek, "He was the one who didn't move!"

Derek glared at her, "Well I didn't think you were going to try and gouge my eye out."

"I didn't try anything! It was an accident. An accident that could've been avoided if you would have moved!" Jessa raised her voice on the last sentence.

Chloe listened as her and Derek started to bicker back and forth, insulting each other but it wasn't serious enough to be considered a fight. Inside Chloe was... well she was jealous. Again. Derek wasn't like this with anyone except Jessa; with her he was down right playful, more open and free. Chloe told herself over and over again that it was just because Jessa was a fellow werewolf and he was just reacting instinctively towards her because she was his own kind, but still it worried her. She never doubted Derek's love, she knew he loved her and she loved him, she knew that. And she knew that Jessa loved Simon and Simon loved her, that was more than obvious. But she couldn't help feeling jealous of Jessa for being able to draw out a part of Derek that she herself never could. The thought dug deep down inside of her, twisting in her gut, giving her dark feelings that she didn't really want.

Jessa sighed, and leaned weakly against Simon, "You're brother is ridiculous." She told him sadly, "And Chloe, I'm sorry I scarred his beautiful face, but it was an accident!" The last five words were shot at Derek.

Derek heaved a sigh, and shifted the arm that was around Chloe's waist, then started to gently pull at her hair, twisting it around his finger. Chloe smiled, he very rarely played with her hair, but she loved it when he did, it meant he was totally content with himself and worry free, and that was she wanted. "I accept your apology." Derek said heavily to Jessa.

Jessa shot him a face, "What apology? I apologized to Chloe, not you. You don't deserve one, you didn't move. Entirely your fault. In fact you should be apologizing to me. Remember when you threw me into that tree? Hmm? Well, look what I woke up with this morning." And with that Jessa preceded to pull her shirt up and show a huge purple bruise the size of a basketball covering her left ribs. "And you can bet that it hurts!"

Chloe stared in horror as she looked at Jessa's new injury and wondered how she could talk about it so lightly. Chloe knew the two werewolves always came back from the woods with a new set of injuries, but that one had to be the worst she had seen on them. But maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked, maybe what made it worse was the huge scar that was underneath it. A few months ago Jessa had ran into some trouble with some werewolves that had threatened them, and she ended taken a beating. They attacked her and nearly killed her, and she was left with a huge scar that covered her belly and her ribs. It was lumpy and pale and weird looking and Chloe wondered how Jessa could live with having something like that be apart of her.

Simon touched the bruise with his fingers, and Jessa flinched and he pulled back quickly. "No, it's okay," Jessa smiled at him, "your fingers are just cold." She then wrapped his hand in hers and laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and yawning.

"You need to sleep, you stayed out too late last night." Simon said.

Jessa replied with something they couldn't hear and then snuggled closer to them and fell asleep right in front of their eyes. Chloe, Derek, and Tori all turned around realizing that the conversation was over.

"How much longer are we going to be in the car?" Chloe asked Derek doing her best to hold back a yawn, still unbelievably tired.

"About another day and a half. We'll get there late tomorrow afternoon." Derek replied, still pulling at her hair. "Hopefully."

Chloe turned to look at him, "I thought we were going to Kentucky. Is it really that far away?" She frowned, trying to imagine her 8th grade geography map.

"No, it's not really that far away," Of course Derek would know, "But Dad is just taking the round-about way to throw anyone off our trails."

"But I thought going to Kentucky was supposed to throw them off our trails."

"This is to throw off the really smart ones." Derek smiled at her as she sighed impatiently.

"Not a fan of road trips?" Derek asked.

"Not long ones." She muttered, glowering at a sign that said welcome to West Virginia.

Derek laughed quietly and she smiled, rejoicing in his happy mood, that, invariably, infected her as well.

They pulled off the road and checked into a motel around 8 o'clock that night. They all trudged up to the three rooms they were sharing, Chloe, Jessa, and Tori in one, Derek and Simon in another, and Aunt Lauren and Kit in the third. As soon as they entered the room, all three girls collapsed on the two beds groaning at how good it felt to be out of the car. Chloe closed her eyes, her legs hurt from being cooped up all day, her back was stiff, and her butt was numb from sitting.

Then Derek and Simon came into their room and Derek fell on the bed next to her, causing her to bounce into the air, laughing. She rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. They had both long gotten past their fear of PDA and no longer cared what other people thought of them, mainly Aunt Lauren. But they didn't have to worry about Chloe's aunt at the moment, because the only other people in the room were Tori, Simon, and Jessa.

Derek kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes, so tired even though she didn't do anything that day other than sit. She turned, scooting closer, and put her chin on his chest and stared. Derek's dark green eyes looked back at her, and he cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"You have have pretty eyes." She murmured. Derek laughed, ignoring the blush spreading across his face, causing her head to bounce, which made her laugh.

"You must be tired," Derek said, pulling at her hair again, displaying his happy mood yet again. They rarely traded compliments back and forth, mainly because it caused both of them to become extremely embarrassed, so Chloe saying Derek's eyes were pretty was an oddity, but she felt like saying what was on her mind.

She leaned forward and kissed his lips gently and he kissed her back. A quick peck soon turned into a full out kiss as Derek shifted her on top on him and wrapped both arms around her waist, squeezing her the way she liked. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and a shiver spread throughout her body. But before things could go any farther Tori cleared her throat loudly shouting, "Good God! Stop with the porn! I just had supper!"

Both of them jumped and Derek groaned loudly, shooting Tori a glare. The witch grinned sweetly then turned back to the TV she had turned on. Chloe stayed on top of Derek, lying her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, sighing contently.

"Ease up, Tori." Jessa told her, "It's not like they were doing anything wrong."

"They were flaunting their relationship in front of my face." Tori said, "Have you guys noticed that I'm the only one who doesn't have anybody?"

"Tori, you'll find someone," Jessa said, she was propped up against the headboard, Simon's arm around her shoulders, "But until you do, you should learn to stop complaining, it's not very attractive, sweety."

"Yeah," Chloe said, looking over at her, "As soon as this 'on the run' stuff ends, you'll have boys drooling all over you like they were before the Lyle House."

"You'll be back to breaking hearts in no time." Jessa smiled at Chloe, thanking her for helping her to cheer up Tori. Tori refused to say anything or to look at them, and both girls knew that they had said the right thing and that Tori was probably trying not to seem affected by their words.

"Well," Jessa said, stretching out her arms and moving away from Simon, "I'm going to take a shower."

She rolled out of the bed, and walked over to the bathroom that had remained closed the entire time, the girls were too tired to check it out when they first entered. Jessa opened the door, "Where's the light switch at?" Chloe heard her say, even though they wouldn't have a clue. Then Chloe heard Jessa say, "Found it! Why do they put it outside the bathroom, that doesn't make any sense. What if-" Jessa's chatter was cut off by an earsplitting shriek that was so full of fear that it rattled Chloe's bones and caused her heart to drop with dread.

Okay, okay, okay, I know, I know, I made it a cliffy and you all hate me at the moment for doing such a horrid thing. *smiles evilly* But I like it. And if I didn't make it a cliffy it would have been forever long.

And I know that some of you are mad at me for making Chloe all jealous of Jessa, but if you think about it, I think Chloe has some pretty good reasons to be jealous, and if I'm doing a fanfic mostly in Chloe's point of view I'm going to add the jealousy. But don't worry, this isn't going to be filled with teenage drama and Jessa isn't trying to steal Derek. JESSA LOVES SIMON AND DEREK IS JUST A REALLY GOOD FRIEND AND THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU PAY ME, I'M SORRY!

Now that we have discussed that little point of interest I want to point out that this chapter was slow and kind of pointless and Chloe sounds kind of stupid in this, and it doesn't go very deep into her feelings, but I'm trying to get into her character and the first chapters are always the worst because you're not into the plot yet and you're introducing everything and everyone so that makes it slow. I promise that the next one will be better, or at least I think it will be better. *it's better*

Also, one more thing, I started typing up this story quite literally the moment after I posted the last chapter to A Werewolf In The Making so I have a few chapters already typed up (up to chapter 3, working on 4 at the moment) and I'm going to try and post one every week until I run out of pre-written chapters, and when I do we will be back to posting them whenever I finish them :)

So, review. Please, please, please review. Ever since I finished my last story I have had a serious lack of reviews and it's killing me (by the way, thanks to everyone who reviewed! I love you!) so help me recover from my review shortage, before I go into a comatose state and you never figure out why Jessa screamed. (that's right I'm blackmailing you, and since it's illegal it just proves that I really need reviews.)

Thanks for reading this forever long author's note, I tend to babble when excited.

Thanks- Cheerfully Blue