Lunar Clock

~Chapter 6: Thud...Thud...Thud; Went My Heart~

DPOV

I hated how Chloe kept worrying about me; it was completely obvious that she was thinking I was changing, and even though I gave her a mean scowl, she still persisted to stare back at me with her head reeling on about how I was lying, and how I must have been changing, and how I must have been suffering.

In my mind I put my foot down, screamed at her to leave me alone, and jumped out of my third story window (and if I did not die), would run into the forest and never come out. Yes, I was freaking myself out when I thought about this too.

I told her the truth that I knew I was not changing, but she did not seem convinced, then I gave up and slammed the door. Without any real reason I fell onto my bed and listened for her pissed-off footsteps to pound away but they didn't. I could not believe it; she was still standing there in her thoughts! That annoying little_!

After a few attempts I finally drove her off, then this rush of exhaustion hit me, and I blacked out still in my clothes. Maybe I was changing... but I never had the time to think about it, because sleep overcame me before I could even figure out what was going on.

CPOV

I went to bed hating Derek, I woke up in the middle of the night a little pissed off at Derek, and I fell asleep just plain worried about him. No matter what I did, he would not leave my mind and dreams, that dark hair, those big green eyes, then the fear that toiled within them as they rolled aimlessly through their sockets as his body changed.

My head shot up, and my eyes plunged into the darkness of the midnight hour. Then after I told myself it was just a dream I suddenly heard something moving across the floor of the hallway.

Thud...thud...thud, it pounded down the corridor, kind of like a crawling human, or maybe, a decomposed body.

OMG did I raise something in my sleep! I was just back to feeling normal and at home, then this crap starts happening again? No matter what I did, I would still be a necromancer. I would still be a freak; I was living a lie by pretending that being here would make a difference. I was still able to raise the dead no matter where I went; I could not forget what I was, because it would not let me forget.

Something began patting the wall, like the body was trying to raise itself up on its legs, but failing to do so. I pulled the sheets from my body, no more little miss scared Chloe, I had to release this thing before it woke up the others. I was not going to let it terrify them again like before, I had to be strong...I had to be strong!

I shoved the door open, and breathed in deep as I watched the dark mass coming towards me. My nerves were rattling, as it wobbled along on all fours.

Thud...thud...thud my heart pounded with every step it mustered, then, it raised its head and I almost fell down.

There was that dark black hair, and those stunning green eyes glowing up at me with the look of pain and fear flowing like the sweat that poured off of his face.

I ran in an instant to Derek's side, but no matter how much I called his name or asked his if he was alright he never answered, just in a small rasp ordered me to help him reach outside.

As I held him up by the shoulders, I seen by the twilight of the moon that his eyes were shut tight, and his teeth flashed a brilliant white as the were bared holding back his whimpers.

It was a comic display, him and I. Just there wobbling as I tried to keep this 200 pound guy from falling over as he weakly clung to me just trying to stay quiet. If anyone ever saw us, they would probably think that he was drunk, and his daughter was trying to carry him back to their house or something. I shook the dumb thought from my mind, this was not the time for daydreaming about what other people would think if they saw this happening, Derek was changing and I had to get him outside. That was my primary gaol I had to get a grip, I had to be there... for Derek.

DPOV

It was getting blurry -my vision I mean- pain was rolling up my sides, and down my toes, as I tried and failed to keep my balance. All I could feel was this warmth that radiated off of this sturdy object that was keeping me from falling.

This... was different from before, my changing was coming differently_ faster, I don't know? My tongue was getting sore from being bitten down upon, and this constant raspy huffing noise kept coming, like some horrid person was breathing in my ear. Or_ was that my own voice?

I felt like I was floating, not really noticing my feet moving underneath me, and then I heard a voice besides my own enter my ear.

"We're almost there," It whispered "just don't let go..." don't let go? My hand tightened, and I realized that my fingers were grasping flesh; I felt a bone, a shoulder bone. I was being held up by someone, I must have forgotten that.

I turned my head, and opened my eyes the best I could. I saw black hair, and I saw big blue eyes, a sad smile completed the rest of the face. And I quickly realized Chloe was by my side, a strange feeling of relief possessed me knowing she was there.

Then suddenly a horrible pain hit me when I exposed this weakness, and I felt myself fall... falling upward, like I knew that I would not hit the hard ground, but a soft cloud instead. I was defiantly not in my right mind.

I never felt any pain when I knew that there should be.

CPOV

Derek made it a whole three seconds after we entered the tree line, then he completely collapsed under his weight, taking me with him.

He fell hard, but he never even showed he felt it, but me on the other hand, I was pinned under his arm and for some reason he refused to let go of my shoulder, or was that just a reflex action? I shook him a little bit, trying to snap him out of his daze. All he did was grumble, and then he finally turned away and began moving.

He was laying a few meters away from me, his breathing becoming more husky and guttural as he coughed up bile. His hands were twitching as convulsion after convulsion rocked him. Still he laid there, dazed off, no words leaving his lips, no eyes looking up trying to find mine.

Was this what he was warning me about last time? About how he may not be just Derek in wolf form like it was suppose to be due to the mutations? Was Derek turning into a real and actual monster?

Then, like a prayer from god, Derek raised his head slightly and stared at me with clear but tensed eyes.

"I'm sorry for putting you through all this." He mouthed breathlessly.

No, Derek was no monster, he could never be.