The Haunting

Chapter Thirteen

I knew instinctively where I was, even without opening my eyes. I had that floating feeling, but I don't know where I would turn up this time. I waited to open my eyes, wanting to savor the feeling of floating. My muscles were relaxed and I felt all the tension leave my body. But, I knew I couldn't avoid this much longer.

I opened my eyes and started to look for the dark shape that defined my shadowy companion. I was actually hovering over Lyle House, with it's falsely cheery yellow paint seemed to glare at me.

"Hey, did you know that you have never told me your name?"

"Why of course, child. That would be giving to much information. But for now you can call me Ryan."

I slowly turned around to see the dark humanoid figure. "So, Ryan. Do you, uh, know about that dream I just had, by any chance?"

"Why, of course, Chloe." It was the first time he had ever called me by my name, and I did not like the way he said it. His slimy voice made it sound like a bad word.

"I can feel that you're uncomfortable, and why is that?"

"I'm sure you already know why. And why are you avoiding my question about the dream?"

"I didn't avoid it at all! I told you I knew about it, which is what you asked."

"Fine. Can you tell me why I had that dream? Or why you even know about my dream?" I asked.

"Because I forced you to have that dream. How else, darling?"

"Don't call me that!"

His shadowy form was right next to me at this point. And his hot, sweet breath tickled my ear. I had smelled something like this before. But, where?

"You see, Chloe, something is deathly wrong with one of your companions. You need to figure out what, before said person goes crazy and or dies." I could literally feel him smiling.

"How could I interpret that! The only people I saw in the dream, were Simon and Derek. Both of them are fine!" I shouted.

All he did was chuckle. "Oh, and Chloe," he said, his voice starting to fade, "if you tell anyone about these dreams, or the dream you just had, then I'm afraid I'll have to kill. you."

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I woke up, gasping for air. I was lying on a hard surface, and I heard someone jump up in surprise.

"She's awake! She's awake!" It was Simon.

"Simon, what are you talking about?"

"Chloe!" he leaped across the room and gave a tight hug.

"Simon! What's wrong! What happened?"

He was silent, still hugging me tight. "Simon!"

"Sorry, it's just that... you've been out cold for days! Well, two, but still! Don't ever do that again!"

"Two days, wait then, that means that...we're at the safehouse?"

I heard the thump, thump of approaching footsteps.

"Yes, yes we are."

Derek launched himself in that room. His eyes zeroed in on me, and he lunged at the bed, grabbing me up in one of the tightest bear hugs yet.

"Whoa there, bro! Make sure you don't crack her ribs!"

I looked over to see Simon smiling brightly at his brother. "Derek! It's okay. I'm not going to disappear on you!"

He then smashed his lips against mine, in a fierce kiss. I kissed him back, nearly matching his ferocity. Simon then cleared his throat.

"I guess I'll go now."

I broke away from Derek. "O-o-oh, n-n-n-no, y-y-you d-don't h-h-have t-t-t-t-t-to!" I was sure my face was a bright red, and Derek rumbled laughter.

Simon smiled kindly. "Yeah. I do. See you love-birds later!" he then walked out of the room, leaving us to our not-so-lonesome. I hooked my legs around Derek's hips, and I kissed him again. His hands traced over my body, like he was drawing flames against my skin. His hands strayed to my hips, where the rested. I combed my fingers through his long dark hair. He growled and held me closer. Two people couldn't be any closer than we were at that moment.

Just then I felt Derek go stiff, and he pulled away from me. "I hear the others coming. Lets get you in a more innocent position."

Right after I sat down on the bed, they all came barging in. Aunt Lauren, all the werewolves, Kit, Simon, Tori, and...four people I had never seen before. One of them, a blonde boy at least as tall as Derek walked in the room holding Aunt Laurens hand. I glanced at her curiously, and she glanced at me, a half worried half relived look in her eyes. I could ask her later, I guess. What really surprised me was that Tori rushed to my side and gave me a fierce hug.

"Don't ever do that again Chloe!"

"I didn't do...whatever it is I did on purpose!"

"Just don't."

Just then I caught a flash of copper, off to the side of my vision.

"Tori, get outta my way! How's it going, girl?" Tori moved aside, and I saw copper curls and skin in full force.

"Rae! Oh my god! How did you get here!"

The copper skinned girl chuckled. "You see, my mom, my real mom, was working here, and she caught wind of where I was she came and rescued me! How cool is that!"

"Rae! No way! You found your real mom! That is so cool!"

Just then a darkly colored woman walked into the room. She walked with a grace I had seen only in a few people, her head held high, a smile one her face.

"Chloe! I'm glad to finally see that your awake! Let me introduce myself. I am Jacinda, Rachelle's mother. These young people are also staying in the safehouse, right now. You don't mind, do you?"

"Why would I mind? I'm perfectly fine with that."

She clapped her hands together. "That's just great. Now, would you all introduce your selves to Chloe?"

A young girl stepped up. She had warm sea-green eyes, and a smattering of freckles over her nose bridge. She looked really young. Too young to be a supernatural. "Hi! I'm Natalie and I'm thirteen and a Dimensional."

I looked at her curiously. "We are the Icarus Project. We all have two or more supernatural genes that define us. I'm a Dimensional, that means that I can travel to, and open up portals to the nine Dimensions. I'm pretty sure my genes are Teleportation half-demon, witch, and just a teensy bit of either werewolf or vampire. Only because I have extremely high senses. Somehow those scientist people managed to erase our original Supernatural abilities, and put other ones in." She smiled at me broadly, and I could tell I would like her.

Another girl stepped forward. She had piercings all over her face, and had on a lot of heavy make-up. She had bright pink hair, and wore combat boots, fishnets, and wore torn black clothes. "Hey, I'm Marissa, I'm sixteen and I'm an Elemental. Basically they took all the elements from half demons, and put them in me." As if to give us an example she twirled her finger, and a lazy breeze somehow made it's way into the room.

Another girls stepped forward, she wore her hair up in an elaborate French twist, and wore a miniskirt that looked two sizes to small, and had a tee-shirt that was skintight, and had a big scoop neck, her cleavage was practically spilling out. "Hey," She said pointedly looking at Derek. "I'm Clair, and I'm a Illusionist. I'm seventeen, and my genes are, witch, sorcerer, and a Mental half-demon."

Then came the boy that had been holding Aunt Lauren's hand. He had strawberry blonde hair, and bright baby-blue eyes. He wore a simple shirt, and cut-off jeans. He actually looked kind of like someone I knew. He blushed bright red, and looked kind of embarrassed. "Hey, I'm Jason, I'm fifteen, and I'm a...mermaid. My genes include water half-demon, and wereshark. And, Chloe. I just happen to be your twin brother. I may as well get that out there."