A/N: No disrespect or plagiarism to my lovely online friend Crickes, who has a OC by one of the same names of one of the OC's I use in here. It could not be avoided, or I would have. This story also has a few loose undertones of the X-Men, but they are subtle… very subtle. In fact, if you can spot them, you can consider yourself a true X-Fan. JEANNIE—I'M SORRY I CAVED AND POSTED EARLY! I was just too excited about this fic and it was killing me. Happy (early) birthday, Kitty! This is for you…
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Being chapter the first.
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"Headmistress," a dark-haired individual said with a bowed head. "They sent me to tell you… We found them."
A gasp was heard as the centuries-old woman whirled around from her place at the large paned window, her long white hair falling in her face from her abrupt movements.
"The Covenant? You are sure?"
"We're sure. One of our Salem associates report seeing a pair Using their magic."
"Thank you, Etrigan. Tell them we are to move at once."
The boy bowed and left the room. The old woman turned her head back to the window, a smile growing on the edges of her mouth. She then let out a sigh of relief. At last… they found them…
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Caleb peered over the shelves of books in the library, quite bored of the school assignment before he even started. His search had led him off the path of the usually called upon books, and even those ones he purposely kept in the back rows of the library… the ones concerning him and his Covenant friends. Now he was in those books that hadn't been touched in decades, thick with a layer of dust. Since he was planning on researching obscure mythologies, a book with the name "New England Folklore and Legends" stuck out more than the rest. It was an old book, ancient really, perhaps having a green cover once upon a time but was now faded into a dull sage brown. Once he found an empty table, he opened it and began to read somewhere in the middle.
"—Their secret societies were divided in race and species, the highest and mightiest being the species of hereditary witches and warlocks, with powers passed down through bloodlines…"
It was fate that brought him to this exact page. There was no other way to explain it. Caleb shifted in his seat with growing interest, and read on carefully…
"Such power aroused fear in the hearts of the others, and often they would--"
SLAM. Caleb jumped, as suddenly the book slammed shut before his very eyes, a pale, biker-gloved hand pressed firmly upon the top.
"You know what they say about 'all work and no play'," Reid said with a smirk, Tyler and Pogue standing behind him with grins of their own. Reid stood up straight, and snapped his fingers and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder in a motion for Caleb to hurry up and get a move on out the door.
"Nicky's, now," Reid commanded. Caleb sighed, but didn't have the heart to argue.
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"We are at your command, mistress," said one of the three girls that stood before the older woman, all in a row with their hands behind their backs in respect. "We will bring them back to you as soon as we are able."
"They are usually found at a local bar, a popular place for Spenser's teenagers to gather. Look for them there."
One of the three girls that stood before the older woman leaned to the friend next to her.
"A bar? Ooo… this should be fun."
"And girls?" the old woman said seriously. All three girls paid close attention.
"Do hurry."
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Fin fluffed her ear-length red hair outward, trying to preserve that nice feathery flip it was styled to do. She turned the small glass of Jack Daniels in her palm, and let her brown eyes graze over the faces in the crowd of dancers, game-players, drinkers and all the loiterers in Nicky's Bar. Bringing her drink to her lips, she thought of the briefing the Mistress Sybilla had given her before they had made the trip over here. The boys they were supposed to be looking for were eighteen, handsome, healthy. Went to Spenser Academy. That's pretty much all the information they had.
To the stool on her left, sat one of her dearest friends and comrades, Ro, who was currently chugging down the drinks like she would never get one again. Ro was a bit of an alcoholic when given the opportunity, and opportunities like this didn't come often. Fin just sat back and let Ro have her fun. It wasn't hurting anything, and it wouldn't have an affect on their mission all the same… so who was she to stop her? Fin was just surprised that Ro's drinking habits didn't affect her figure. It would be a shame for a figure like Ro's to be messed with anyway. Ro was the sexy beauty of the bunch, curvaceous in all the right places. Fin was not devoid of a figure herself, but Ro knew better how to flaunt hers. Fin didn't care much in the way of her looks. She had a man waiting for her back home and she didn't need to impress anyone else. Why bother primping?
Ro scooted back her blunt bangs away from her face, to join the rest of her wavy dark brown hair riddled with chunky, bold white highlights. Ro had been born with those streaks that, to her, made her look ridiculous, as if she had spilled a can of white paint on her head. Ro looked at Fin expectantly through eyes green enough to stand out from across a room, waiting for her verdict.
"That one there," Fin announced, pointing toward a boy with long, curly brown hair and a seemingly harsh disposition. "Work your magic, Ro."
Ro scoped out her target. Once satisfied, she downed one more glass of ale for the road, then wiped her mouth and swaggered off in the boy's direction.
"No pun intended, right?" Kitty who was sitting on the stool on the other side of Fin, asked curiously.
"Okay," Fin admitted. "Maybe a little pun was intended."
Kitty was a petite, young little sprite, tiny and thin though hardly fragile. She had the face to do justice to her namesake, with big, slanted, cat-like blue eyes and a cute, freckled, upturned nose. Her mousy, fluffy brown hair was forever forced back into a high ponytail, but unruly little locks of hair would also find their way back into her face.
Kitty was the biggest walking contradiction that Fin had ever met. Not only was she a Valley girl from the suburbs of Illinois, but she also loved to be ditzy and flighty when everyone knew she could do advanced math inside her head. She acted like she had the IQ of a ten-year-old when here she was qualifying for high-level missions, having skipped two grades in school and landing in senior year alongside of them at the tender age of sixteen. She was Fin's other closest friend in the world, alongside of Ro.
They were closer than sisters, the three of them, having faced hardships together that others would only imagine. They were each other's lifelines, support group even, and they shared a bond that no one would ever comprehend. Fin wouldn't trade it for the world.
Fin herself was their leader by default, being the oldest. She was also the most sensible and forward-minded of them, knowing the times for having fun and the time to get serious. Then again, she did have a flaming temper that got in the way of that sensible head more often than necessary. Patience was not one of her strong suits. Though this mission was of the utmost importance, it didn't stop her from having a few drinks and letting her thoughts stray to her fiancée waiting for her back home. She missed him already, and hoped deeply that he wasn't getting himself in trouble, that darn Canadian.
"Name's Aaron Abbott," Ro came back after a few minutes, speaking in her heavy Southern drawl. "Frisky li'l fellah. Right age, goes to Spenser, but he's not magically inclined."
"How do ya figure?" Kitty asked.
"If he was, he'd be usin' his power to heal himself after I shoved my knee up where the sun don't shine."
"You insist on looking like a million dollars and you wonder why the boys get fresh," Fin said, shaking her head at Ro's naivety.
"Here it comes," Ro rolled her eyes. "The 'Ro's a ho' speech…"
Kitty clapped her hands excitedly.
"Oh, this one never gets old!"
"Oh, be quiet, Kit," Ro snapped at the little one. "Someday you'll be old enough to—OHH!"
Ro shoved her short skirt back down to cover her black panties after a random gust of wind blew it up for the world to see underneath. Ro immediately checked the floor to see if a vent was the culprit, but saw that there was only solid floor beneath her. That's when she scanned the crowd. If she had waited a second longer she would have missed it: three boys together, the blonde one stuffing money into his pocket and the other two looking sorely disappointed.
"Bingo," she muttered to the others. "We have our warlocks."
"The saviors of our known world…" Fin added, noticing them too. "And they're perverts."
"What teenage boys aren't?" Kitty retorted looking off to another group in the distance. "Kinda scrawny for Chosen Ones, aren't they?"
"They're over there, Kat," Ro said, grabbing Kitty's chin and directing her gaze.
"Oh!" Kitty said more approvingly. "They're cute!"
Ro reassessed the boys at this comment, and realized that Kitty was right.
"Oh, dang," Ro muttered in her impressed way. "That blonde one… Oh, yeah, how you doin'…?"
Fin laughed—Ro always said that when she spotted a hottie. She always had a thing for blondes, too. Ro's face blanked as she met his gaze, her breath catching in her throat. He winked at her and went back to his pool game. That's when Ro fluffed her hair and straightened her shirt, and said rather determinedly:
"Well, com'on, ya'll, we have a job to do."
Fin and Kitty looked at one another and rolled their eyes, but followed. Ro walked confidently up to the group of boys, who had delved back into a very serious round of pool. Just as the blonde was about to shoot, Ro slapped her hand on the cue ball, and leaned right up in his face.
"Hey there," Ro said sweetly. "That stunt ya'll pulled back there was a severe abuse of power. One of you fellah's wanna tell me which one of ya did it?"
The blonde snorted.
"I think I speak for all three of us when I say I haven't got the slightest idea of what you sexy skanks are talking about."
"Oh, no?" Fin nodded stepped up with confrontational advancement, but Ro pushed her back behind her immediately.
"Calm down, Fin. Not here."
"I think what my friend here is trying to say," Kitty piped up. "Is like, you don't have any secrets with us, you know?"
"We're aware of what ya'll are," Ro added on, her eyes locked on the blonde. "In fact, I think we know more about what ya are than you do yourselves."
The tall, long haired one exchanged glances with the blonde, a glimmer of worry in their eyes. Their apparent concern was put aside quickly though, and once again the blonde made light of the situation:
"These lovelies need some serious help."
"It's almost pitiful," the youngest agreed. Their long haired friend laughed.
"And I think I'm just the guy to give it to them," the blonde said decidedly, stepping up to Ro with strong, flirtatious advancement. Ro smirked to hide her flushing cheeks.
"You wanna give it to me?" Ro repeated with a snicker.
Fin stepped in-between them, something boiling at their insistent denial of what they all knew was fact.
"Let's just take them by force, Ro, it'll be faster that way," Fin said hastily, stomping at the youngest boy so abruptly it made him stumble backwards a bit in fear. Fin glared at the blonde with spite, having not forgiven him yet for that 'skanks' comment. "Less hassle too," she finished.
"Be about the love, Fin," Kitty coaxed.
"See, we'd like to believe you three," the long haired, muscular boy commented. "But your breath stinks so bad with liquor that it's hard to believe anything that comes out of your mouth."
"Not mine!" Kitty argued with pride.
"Look," Fin said impatiently. "Just grab your fourth Covenant member and give us five minutes alone to talk, and we'll explain everything. After that, you can decide for yourselves."
The youngest boy looked to his friends to see if they were thinking the same thing as him.
"How did you know about the Covenant?" he asked with a hint of fear.
"Like we said," Ro retorted. "We're aware of what ya'll are."
There was silence in the midst of the loud music and chattering people that surrounded them. A staring contest was conducted for several moments. The long haired one was the first to speak.
"I'll call Caleb."
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A new album has been put up for this story, with two of the three girls pics up now. The link is on my profile page, as always. Just click on 'The Chosen Ones Album'. Please leave comments on the pics and please review!
Signed,
--RedRogue