A/N: Firstly: I do not own the darkest powers, they belong to Kelley Armstrong

So, My thoughts behind this story:

One day, I was sitting there, completely deprived of anything new from the Darkest Powers, and so I thought to myself, "What if Chloe wasn't a necromancer, but a different type of supernatural...?" I even had one in mind. This story will be as close to the original plot as possible, except for some parts (like the talking to dead people parts). The characters should *hopefully*not be OOC (you tell me if they are!! I want to know!!), except for Chloe of course. She is under the influence of her cool powers.

Twelve Years Earlier...

Mommy forgot to warn the new babysitter about the basement.

Chloe teetered on the top step, chubby hands reaching to clutch both railings, her arms shaking so much she could barely hang on. Her legs shook, too, the Scooby Doo heads on her slippers bobbling. Even her breath shook, puffing like she's been running.

"Chloe?" Emily's muffled voice drifted up from the dark basement. "Your mom said the Coke's in the cold cellar, but I can't find it, can you come down and help me?"

Mommy said she's told Emily about the basement. Chloe was sure of it. She closed her eyes and thought hard. Before Mommy and Daddy left for the party, she'd been playing in the TV room. Mommy had called, and Chloe had run into the front hall where Mommy had scooped her up in a hug, laughing when Chloe's doll poked her eye.

"I see you're playing with Princess – I mean Pirate Jasmine. Has she rescued poor Aladdin from the evil genie yet?"

Chloe shook her head, then whispered, "Did you tell Emily about the basement?"

"I most certainly did. No basements for Miss Emily. That door stays closed." When Daddy came around the corner, Mommy said, "We really need to talk about moving, Steve."

"Say the word, and the sign goes up." Daddy ruffled Chloe's hair. "Be good for Emily kiddo."

And then they were gone.

"Chloe, I know you can hear me," Emily yelled.

Chloe's fingers tightened around the railing.

"Chloe!"

"You can't go in the basement," Chloe called. "You're not allowed!"

"Well I'm in charge and I say I am, now come on!"

Chloe's feet moved down one step. The back of her throat hurt and everything looked red, like she was looking through red glass.

"Chloe Saunders, you have five seconds or I'll drag you down here and lock the door."

Chloe ran down the steps, her feet moving too fast. She stopped on the landing. She stood there, her head throbbing as she peered into the basement, with its smells and sounds and shadows. And it was all hers.

Chloe wasn't the only one that went down to the basement. There were others that could come down. Chloe let Mommy and Daddy come and play with her, or sometimes, put more things into the cellar. But she didn't let anyone else down here.

"Chloe?" Emily's muffled voice called. "Are you coming?"

Mommy would say, "Think about the good parts, not the bad." So as Chloe walked down the last three steps, she thought about how she'll be able to play with Emily down here and she didn't think about how she wanted to throw her out at all ... or not very much.

At the bottom, she looked into the near darkness. Just the night lights were on, the ones that didn't really do anything since Chloe could see pretty well already.

Chloe could clearly see the cold cellar door, and she couldn't keep her eyes off of it. She ran to the door and yanked it open. Inside it was pitch black.

"Chloe?" Emily called from the darkness

Chloe clenched her fists. Now Emily was being mean – trying to hide from her.

"Come on, Chloe. You aren't afraid of the dark, are you?" Emily laughed. "I guess you're still a little baby after all."

Chloe scowled. Emily didn't know anything. Just a stupid, mean girl. She could see just fine. She would calm down, get her Coke, then run upstairs and tell Mommy, and Emily would never babysit her again.

She leaned into the tiny room, trying to see where Mommy kept the Coke. That was it on the shelf! She darted over and stood on her tiptoes. Her fingers closed around a cool metal can.

"Now hurry up and give me that." She heard Emily say behind her.

Chloe dropped the can. It hit the concrete with a crack, then rolled against her foot, hissing and spitting, soda pooling around her slippers.

"Look at what you've done to my Coke! You're going to clean this!" shouted Emily, grabbing Chloe's shoulder.

Chloe turned slowly.

She saw Emily's face in the dark; it looked red, just like everything else. Chloe's feet sprang as she leaped onto Emily's torso; her hands clenched Emily's shoulder, tearing through clothes and skin. Chloe's teeth clamped down at the base of Emily's throat and she tasted something interesting her mouth.

A/N: So, as you see, I haven't changed much of the prologue, and yes, I am aware of the fact that it is almost exactly like the book, but i had fun slightly twisting the words to help change stuff around in the future. In the first few chapters, I wouldn't be surprised if they were almost the same as the book, except for the ghost stuff. Remember though, Chloe should still be Chloe as she was in the beginning (in character). It will be later on that she starts transforming because of her new-found powers. Hope you enjoyed!! R&R