Disclaimer: I do not have any affiliation with The Covenant and do not have any claim to it whatsoever. I do however have claim over my ideas and my original characters.
Note: I'm attached to The Covenant so I decided to write a story instead of another one-shot. There will be a lot of mature themes some of them violent in nature and others of the sexual nature. Make sure to REVIEW!!! I don't want to continue writing something that no one likes so the more reviews you write the more encouraged I will be to write more chapters. Enjoy!
PREFACE
Freya brought both of her hands to her temples, added a surmountable amount of pressure, and started rubbing her fingertips into small circles. Her head felt like at any moment it would simply pop from the pressure; the only way she could describe it would be like her brain was expanding against her skull and pulsating with the beat of her heart. Her migraines always hit her at the worst times and those times did tend to be when she was under extreme stress, but why now? Why during a test? She would never understand the way her body functioned and all she could do was curse her one health problem. Her migraines were debilitating, they put her in bed all day, under the covers. She was lucky in that this was a test and there was no sound other than pencils scratching paper which she seemed to note were louder than they usually were.
'Concentrate, concentrate, it will all be over soon just finish the damn test.' Freya thought as she took pencil to paper and started scratching down answers that she hoped would be correct.
It was sudden how everything seemed to blur on her paper. In reaction, her hands spread on the desk and gripped the edges, her pencil dropping onto her desk and rolling to the floor, but that was her least concern. Everything started blurring further until she had nothing in front of her eyes, but black. Freya's heart started beating quickly, pounding hard against her chest, and her oxygen seemed to struggle to reach her lungs. Pain. The pain was excruciating, but she couldn't call out. Everything was wrong…all wrong. She tried to open her mouth, but her jaw hurt, her voice was gone. Her body started to tingle, to numb first starting with her feet and fingertips until the feeling had worked its way all way throughout her body and the tingling started to turn into sharp pinching until she could relate the tingles to needles.
It needed to end. Something was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Somehow this was different, this feeling, this pain, this migraine. The day was monumental, but wrong. Something was off, what was it? Then Freya felt it like she had just been smashed by a ton of bricks—death. Death was so close, yet so far.
'Too young. I'm too young. No I can't go, I can't…I CAN'T!' She thought maybe if she tried to scream it would help, but her throat was parched and her voice didn't seem to work. Even her inside voice, her thoughts, her voice cracked from the lack of hydration. What is this? She didn't know. It was hot…no cold…no hot…no…she couldn't decided. Freya felt her nails digging into the hardwood surface and then everything released. Everything left, the pain, and the reality of it all. That was the day that death consumed Freya.
"That was the day I died."
CHAPTER 1—The Beginning
"So Miss…?"
"Collins."
"Miss Collins. What brings you to Spencer?"
"I want to become a student." Freya's eyes were cold, distant, but convincing. As if somehow her silver eyes would make up the mind of the headmaster to let her join the Academy.
"Do you have a transcript."
"No. I came directly from London. I went to school there and my papers weren't available in time for my flight. I can request them to be faxed?" Her voice reflected her nationality, but wasn't thick with the accent. It was almost as if she had grown up somewhere else and then moved to London and tried to adapt the accent into her voice.
"You'll have to; in the meantime tell me some of your qualifications."
"Honor society, junior class president, president of four on campus clubs, I'm above average in all of my classes and in advanced levels of each class, and I was on the debate team."
"Competed in any competitions?"
"So many that I started giving away my trophies as mementos." She replied with a flat tone to her voice.
"As far as what you are telling me I would say you would be a wonderful addition to Spencer and I would gladly like to place you here, but I can't let you register until I have your transcripts."
"I understand, but may I pay double tuition for my own room in the dorm."
The old man across the desk looked surprised. "Why yes of course."
"Cash or check?"
"Check.... May I ask something of you Miss Collins?"
Freya just looked at him a blank look in her eyes as she waited for his question.
"Do you have a guardian?"
"No."
"Oh I see. We will need an adult to sign some papers."
"I'm emancipated. I can sign them myself."
"Understood." He nodded and then began pulling out stacks and stacks of papers. "These are registration papers, fill them out, and bring them back tomorrow with your transcripts."
"Yes sir."
"Welcome to Spencer Academy Miss Collins I hope this next year will be prosperous for you."
As Freya stood she raised an eyebrow and a sleek smile spread on her full lips. "Yes I have a feeling it will."
With that she turned on her heel and walked out of the dean's office and walked down the old halls. It was true, she was utterly alone in the world and that was what had provoked her to move from London to the United States. She hadn't always been alone; three months ago she had had her brother with her. He was actually her half brother, but it didn't matter to her. They shared their father's blood and for years he had taken care of her, making sure that she was okay, and that she was only getting the best of the best. Freya couldn't stand the idea of being without him. She remembered the night she had found out about his death, it was at the exact same moment, and she felt the connection break in her heart and then she was sick. For a week she spent in her bedroom wallowing in her brother's death and then she felt the sudden need for revenge against the world.
It was two weeks ago. She had been sound asleep when she was woken up suddenly to a world that was not her reality. She was in a barn, a dark barn, next to a blond girl who was floating in the air. Then there was a crash and she looked up to see her brother and a tall boy about the same age engaged in magical warfare. Freya tried to scream, but he couldn't hear her and then she watched as the man she did not recognize hit her brother with such a magical force even Freya knew he was dead and that same sickening feeling filled her stomach. She had woken up to her bedroom screaming and that was when she knew. She knew her brother died at the hands of another and she was driven by that anger to seek for blood to pay for what she had lost.
The darkness was sweet on her tongue, the magic that pulsed through her own veins twice as powerful as it should have been. Her brother had given her his power before he had died and in essence gave her their father's power as well. This power was so strong in her, but she was unaffected by its addiction and her brother convinced her it was because she was a woman. The pull of magic idn't affect her the way it did her brother. She didn't age with its use and it was not a drug to her system, but a powerful agent she used to get what she wanted.
And as she walked down the halls she could sense the magic in the building. The pull of four different sources. She was determined to get what she wanted, determined to ruin the lives of the ones that killed her brother. She didn't want their magical abilities, she could care less if it died with them, but that was all she needed. The brothers of Ipswich begging at her feet for life only to die.
'Good girl Freya. They killed me, you need to give them what they deserve.' Chase's voice bounced off in her head, reverberated through her body making her throat tighten.
Freya pushed through the front doors with a satisfied smile on her face. That boy would die, they all would die.
