Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever owned the Covenant *enter depressed sigh here*

The Forgotten

Caleb POV:

It was 9:00 on Saturday night, Pouge and I were holed up in his dorm doing or homework and brooding about Kate and Sarah. They left us a month before school started; I guess the secret of the covenant had been too much for them to deal with. They transferred out to a school in Boston where they hoped to get away from any and all magic. We had been sitting silently for about an hour, suddenly I felt a searing pain. From the looks of it Pouge had felt it to he winced and leaned over slightly. As soon as the pain started it stopped, and we sat straight up gasping. Someone was using, and they were using big time. "Pouge… do you think there was any chance in hell that could have been Reid?" Pouge looked at me dully and I knew that the answer was clear; no, Reid had nothing to do with it. I groaned and got up; I needed to talk with Reid and Tyler just to make sure. My phone started ringing, speak of the devil. "Hey Ty, what's up?" his end of the phone was rather loud so I assumed they were at Nikky's. "Before you ask, Caleb, it wasn't Reid. We felt it to," I ran a hand over my face, fuck. "This is bad Ty…really bad" I heard him sigh. "You don't think its Chase do you? Didn't you kill him last year?" I inhaled sharply, "They never found the body," I heard Tyler say something to who I assume is Reid, then a sort of scuffling noise, I pictured Reid wrestling the phone from Tyler's hands and couldn't help but smile slightly. "Fuck man, I wish I could say it was me but I can't. I haven't used at all tonight!" I heard Reid gasp into the phone. "I wish it was you too, Reid. You're easier to deal with than Chase," he paused for about a minute, "if this wasn't a serious situation I would resent that greatly," Oh Reid, he never seemed to have a filter. "Pouge and I are coming to Nikky's, I think its best if we are never too far away from each other," I heard Reid hiss into the phone, "Okay, I have to go. Abott is begging for me to kick his ass at pool," the line went dead. I sighed at Pouge, "You ready?" "What for? Going to Nikky's, or dealing with a psychopath murderer?" I sighed, cant a guy get one year without having to deal with crazy dudes with an eye on revenge and a deadly addiction?