Disclaimer: I don't own the Covenant films or whatnot, I only own my OC's.
Chapter 1: Ignorance is Bliss Indeed
The cold morning air pierced Caleb's lungs, feeding him with a momentary sense of relief despite the previous night's outcome.
As Caleb was driving down the road with Sarah, on their way to the hospital to see Pogue and Kate; he couldn't keep his mind from wandering to what had just transpired only a few hours ago where he was on the brink of death in the hands of a merciless killer.
His face still bore bloodied scratches and dirt, proof that last night was a far cry from a bad gory dream. The raven haired boy scowled as he recalled the innumerable close-calls and the preternatural blows he took and gave as he fought for his life and the lives of the people he cared for.
Gently squeezing Sarah's small hand in his, he revelled in the warmth that her hand provided him. Only then that he realised that he had not let go of her since leaving Putnam Barn.
Despite his face showing little expression, he was contemplating on how he almost lost her: a girl he had begun to care deeply for. Almost….he inwardly berated himself, almost.
As a sort of assurance to prove to himself that Sarah was alive and well, Caleb turned her hand over and began to rub his thumb across her open palm. Turning her head to his, Sarah smiled sweetly and squeezed his in turn. He smiled in return and consoled himself with the thought that the worst was finally over… or so he thought.
"No, babe…someone might come in any min—", said a feminine voice but a loud moan escaped her treacherous lips soon after.
She was trying to think of words to say, protests she had formed in her mind but unfortunately, they were erased as soon as he put his skilful lips on her sweet spots.
They were in the natatorium where her lover had trapped her at a corner that was the farthest from the building's main entrance. He had gotten it into his mind get a quick morning swim in before classes and practically dragged her from her warm, cosy bed to this cold, wet hell-hole, just before sunrise.
Begrudgingly, she pandered to his whims no matter how untimely they may be and hoped to get it over with quickly as humanly possible as she had a date with her warm squishy pillow.
They had swum a few laps before he impulsively cornered her and begun to touch her in ways he knew she would find it hard to object to.
Her lover slowly started kissing her earlobes and trailing them across her jaw and neck. The way he was pressing against her and touching her left a trail of heat and need, sparking a fire within her.
Distracted, she let him continue with his wicked ministrations, before realising where they currently were. Quick as a flash, she gave him a soft push and said in a voice she hoped exuded sternness, "Baby, please, not here, not now…"
Disregarding her, he came closer and gave her a wolfish look that made her breath hitch, before capturing her mouth with his whilst his large, calloused hands had other things in mind...
OAF! A thunderous boom echoed the four walls, as a dark figure fell off from a considerable height. Emerging from the wreckage was a mop of short mousey brown hair; feeling like the fall knocked the wind out of her; the figure started groaning while simultaneously rubbing what she deduced was a bump forming on her forehead before drawing the hair from eyes.
Running her fingers through her hair in an effort to tame it, sadly proved to be unfruitful as she underestimated the frizziness of it and somehow managed to get her fingers tangled in the conundrum which is her hair. Exasperated and on the verge of screaming her lungs out, Jane Smith looked around her room before noticing the big yellow Pikachu-shaped alarm clock on her night stand.
"Damn", she gasped. It was a quarter of an hour before her first class started and she was still in her dorm room, unkempt and unprepared.
Dashing after getting prepared as quickly as she could, Jane jogged her way to her U.S. History class. She timidly pushed her way through the hordes of students who were on their way to their respective classes as well and mentally contemplated on a few excuses she could tell the teacher in case she was late.
Silently thanking God for arriving to class just in time, Jane with over-exuberance pushed the classroom door -and slammed face first into a student. For the second time in a row that very morning, she had fallen flat on her face, only this time; there was an innocent victim involved.
Kneeling, she massaged the burgeoning bump on her forehead before standing up. Red-faced, Jane started to apologize profusely to her victim but found it hard to look the person in the eye as she was completely and utterly embarrassed.
Keeping her eyes downcast, she could feel her cheeks burning as she sensed the whole class ogling at the scene that was unfolding in front of them. From the corner of her eye, she could see the student pushing himself off the floor and dusting himself off.
Standing to his full height and slowly lifting his head, Jane quietly gasped. Staring point blank at her was the boy who barely half an hour ago was the main star in her oestrogen-filled dreams.
Green orbs locked into brown ones, and it felt like the whole room fell silent. Caleb Danvers was as devastatingly handsome in person as he was in her sweetest of dreams.
