For several minutes, Derek went back and forth with Cleo via text message, only managing to confuse himself even more when nothing matched or lined up in any way that made sense to him. There was something wrong with this house. All of this was some serious Dark Druid sort of stuff, way out of his scope of knowledge. He had no idea how he was going to find her, but he wasn't going to stop looking until he did, that was for sure. Then, he wasn't going to lose her again and they were going to get the hell out of this place. Hell House, indeed.
Behind him and to his right, Derek heard wood splintering and it caught his attention, pulling him away from the conversation he was having with Cleo, trying to work out where she could possibly be. Because he had no reason not to, at this point, Derek followed the sound of the splintering wood. The house had already proven to him that it could throw off his senses, because there was no way Cleo was in two places at once, and yet the house had wanted him to think that she was.
A few feet in front of him, the wall seemed to explode outward and Derek lifted an arm quickly and reflexively to block his face as he ducked his head. As soon as he thought it would be safe to, seconds later, Derek lifted his head again and let out a relieved huff, seeing Cleo there. If he were the hugging type, he'd have gathered her up in his arms right then, but instead, he just marveled at her. Derek wasn't going to ask how she did it; he was already under the assumption that she was some sort of supernatural, so it would've made plenty of sense to him that she'd just busted through the wall when he couldn't find the right wall to bust through. "Cleo! Are you okay?!" burst out of him before he could rein it in.
The fact that the wall she'd somehow blown out was on the opposite side of the wall and not even directly across from the room she'd originally gone into was not lost on Derek, but there were more important things on which to concentrate just then. Like making sure she was okay.
no subject
Behind him and to his right, Derek heard wood splintering and it caught his attention, pulling him away from the conversation he was having with Cleo, trying to work out where she could possibly be. Because he had no reason not to, at this point, Derek followed the sound of the splintering wood. The house had already proven to him that it could throw off his senses, because there was no way Cleo was in two places at once, and yet the house had wanted him to think that she was.
A few feet in front of him, the wall seemed to explode outward and Derek lifted an arm quickly and reflexively to block his face as he ducked his head. As soon as he thought it would be safe to, seconds later, Derek lifted his head again and let out a relieved huff, seeing Cleo there. If he were the hugging type, he'd have gathered her up in his arms right then, but instead, he just marveled at her. Derek wasn't going to ask how she did it; he was already under the assumption that she was some sort of supernatural, so it would've made plenty of sense to him that she'd just busted through the wall when he couldn't find the right wall to bust through. "Cleo! Are you okay?!" burst out of him before he could rein it in.
The fact that the wall she'd somehow blown out was on the opposite side of the wall and not even directly across from the room she'd originally gone into was not lost on Derek, but there were more important things on which to concentrate just then. Like making sure she was okay.