AN: I do not own anything from the Covenant Movie. (I wish I did!)
A man in his thirties, with piercing eyes sat alone in his bedroom he held a picture in his hand. The photograph was of a young woman in her late teens. She was a striking girl with mahogany hair and green eyes, she had sad eye, eyes that had seen to much pain and suffering. She didn't smile, but her lack of cheer in no way diminished her beauty. A single tear ran down the mans cheek. The man wiped it away and sat the picture down on his bed, leaving the room. His house was a dismal looking place. All the curtains were drawn and the walls held no pictures. He walked to the front door and picked up the briefcase that sat beside the door.
Caleb was preoccupied that morning as he drove to school. He had had a really strange dream the night before. He didn't remember much of it, but what he did remember reminded him of an old horror film. Every sort of monster imaginable had been in his dream, and he was one of them.
In his dream he had done all sorts of evil, and liked it. He shook his head, trying to erase the memory of the dream. He glanced down at his watch; it said it was 8:55, he was running late. Professor Bender was going to be furious. Caleb pressed harder on the gas pedal, hoping he would some how get there on time, when a girl stepped into the road completely unaware of the oncoming danger. She knelt down on the asphalt and gazed intently at the ground in front of her.
Caleb slammed on the brakes, the wheels squealed in protest and the unpleasant sent of burning rubber reached his nose. He closed his eye and hoped that the vehicle would stop in time. The road was to narrow for him to swerve. Caleb cringed when he heard the impact and nervously opened his eyes. The girl lay across the front of the car, not moving. Caleb jumped out of the car and ran to see if the girl was all right.
"Hello, are you alright?" Caleb asked nervously. He gently stroked the girl's hair out of her face. He quickly noticed that she was really pretty. Her brown hair shone in the morning sun.
She stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Caleb let out a sigh of relief, the girl tried to sit up. "Slowly, slowly." Caleb whispered to her placing a hand behind her back. The girl looked around, her eyes seemed slightly dazed.
"What happened?" The girls voice reminded Caleb of a spring morning, when the dewdrops still cling to the leaves. Her eyes were hazel, with speckles of green. Caleb found himself staring at the beautiful girl.
"I accidentally hit you with my car." The girl slid off the car, on to her feet. Caleb grabbed her waist to make sure she didn't fall. The girl looked down at his hands and then up into his eyes.
"I'm okay, really." She said smiling.
"Would you like me to take you to a hospital?"
"No, thank you, but if you could give me a ride to Spencer that would be great."
"Yeah, sure, that's where I'm going anyway."
"Thanks."
Caleb walked to the passenger door and opens it for the girl. She smiled at him and slid onto the seat.
"What a gentleman." She said smiling.
"It's the least I can do after hitting you with my car." Caleb grinned sheepishly. "My names Caleb, by the way."
"Sloan." The girl smiled as she fastened her seat belt. Caleb turned on the ignition and drove to school.
The man was driving down the highway. He had the look of a person who suppressed his emotions, because if he didn't he would drown in his sorrow. He turned on the radio, and listened intently for a moment, but quickly turned it off.
"No more sad songs." He said, his voice harsh. "That's the last thing I need."
Jaleen walked into Spencer following behind Charlie's over exaggerated saunter. Beside her ambled Patricia, looking as confident as ever. They all wore their school uniforms, but the uniforms couldn't hide Charlie's seductive curves or Patty's' gorgeous legs. Several guys standing by their lockers whistled at the girls. Charlie smiled at them and Patty blew kisses, but Jaleen just stared intently at her feet.
Charlie paraded over to a handsome guy with medium length brown hair. He looked her up and down and smiled.
"Could you tell me where the administrative office is?" she asked with her silky smooth Italian accent.
"I can do you one better, I'll show you." The man said with a smile. "On one condition."
"What's that."
"Your name, but if you want to further your thanks, I won't stop you." His eyes sparkled suggestively.
"Charlotte."
"My names Pogue, right this way Mademoiselles." He strode off down the hall. The girls eagerly followed him. He up two flights of stairs and stopped in front of a door on the left side of the corridor. "Here we are."
"Thank you." Charlie said flashing him one of her stunning smiles. Pogue grabbed the door and held it open as the three girls walked through. Charlie waved goodbye as Pogue shut the door and walked away. She leaned over to Patty and whispered in her ear. "Pretty cute, huh?"
Patty merely shrugged her shoulders. Charlie just shook her head. They never agreed on boys, but Charlie still asked her opinion.
The three girls signed in and then took a seat in the waiting room. A lady stepped into the room looking at a sheet of paper.
"Charlotte Winters?"
Charlie quickly stood up and walked to the woman.
"That would be me."
"This way Miss Winters." The lady quickly led her away. The woman led her to an office where an old man sat behind the desk. Charlie guessed that he was Provost Higgins. The woman quickly left the room closing the door behind her.
"Good morning, Miss Winters. Please take a seat." The Provost gestured to the seat across his desk.
"Thank you." Charlie said politely taking a seat.
"Welcome to Spencer. We are so glad you have decided to join us here. We hope your time here is extremely pleasant." The way the Provost said this Charlie could tell that he said the same thing to every new student that walked through his door.
"Why, thank you. I'm sure that I will remember my time here for the rest of my life." Charlie smiled pleasantly.
"If you will go down the hall Mrs. Nutman will give you your class schedule." The Provost gestured to the door. Charlie quickly got up and left the room. She hurried down the hall to Mrs. Nutman, a kind elderly woman, who thoroughly explained her class schedule and where each class would be. She then gave Charlie the key for her dorm room and explained the dorm rule.
Charlie thanked the old woman and then left the main building for the dorm building. She began to take the bags she had brought with her up to her designated room, the rest of her stuff was suppose to arrive the next day. When she opened the door of her room she instantly disliked the room, it was small and stuffy. She tossed her stuff down on the bed and threw open the window. Charlie leaned out the window and breathed deep the fresh air.
AN: I hope you like this first chapter. This is my first fic ever. I would love to get reveiws!
Midnightfarie