A/N: Ok so, I'm psyched to finally have my first fic finally finished. Now on to the second. If you haven't read "Something Wicked This Way Comes," this story will be confusing because it's the sequel. If you have, well then you're probably one of those amazing readers/reviewers that I absolutely adore lol. Anyways, enough of my rambling, you want a story and your wish is my command. I have to warn you not much Sons in this chapter because well you'll understand when you read.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Covenant, "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, or "Just a Dream" by Carrie Underwood. (If the words are italicized, they're most likely from the song, and I do not own them in any way shape or form.)

Chapter 1: My Love Story was Just A Dream

Leona's POV

"Leona, could you seriously hurry up? You need to be ready in like 6 hours."

The obnoxiously happy and commanding voice could be none other than Cybele. I moaned into the pillows, grasping for the warm body that should be there. Where's my perfect specimen of muscle this morning? Oh damn, that's right. I was getting married today. I seriously hate stupid wedding traditions that pry that boy from my bed.

"Bring me Caleb, and I'll get out of bed," I demanded, pressing my face tightly to my pillow and breathing in his scent.

"Leona, I am not breaking tradition just so you can get some this morning," she argued sternly, but I was dying of laughter.

If she would've said that anywhere in Reid's proximity, I'm sure she would have knocked him on his ass for his following comment.

"Remind me why I picked you to be my maid of honor," I teased, finally pulling my head out from under the pillow.

"Because I'm the only one that can get your ass to do anything. With the exception of your future husband," she responded before literally dragging me out of bed.

I liked the sound of the word husband. Who ever thought the wild child would be the first one to tie the knot? I never would've expected it. With a sudden contentment, I obeyed my sister and headed towards the bathroom.

"How long do I get in here, warden?" I joked, watching her scowl at me for my insubordination.

"An hour, but that's because I don't trust Caleb to have stayed in his separate room last night. You two are like rabbits, I swear. I took care of your bath. I added gardenia for true love, honeysuckle for prosperity, jasmine for love, lilac for harmony, and rose for love as well. Knowing you, I added way too many ingredients for love. Caleb and you will probably start making out at the reception," she chided, shoving me into the bathroom.

"Was that ever a doubt," I mocked, closing the door.

My goddess, did it smell wonderful in here? All the scents swirling around me were individually desirable and enticing. It smelled like pure heaven. This was not to be detracted by the exorbitant amount of candles Cyb had placed in the bathroom as well. What wouldn't I give to use Fire first thing in the morning? My eyes quickly flashed red, and suddenly, the room was ablaze with light. Now this was the perfect way to begin my day. A luxurious bath and blazing candles. Caleb was definitely getting this added to his honey do list. Geez, focus, Leona. The faster you get married the faster your honeymoon can begin.

I silently chuckled at that tempting thought and began sliding out of my nightgown from last night. Shit, it wasn't my lacy number that I had been wearing. It was another one of Caleb's button down shirts. Well, damn, no wonder Cyb knew. Throwing the shirt off, I climbed into the immense tub, soaking in the splendor of the life I had ahead of me. No evil villains anymore just a lifetime of happiness with the one and only person I loved. Happily, I fiddled with the black ring on my left hand. It didn't really fit. Caleb's hands were twice as big as mine, but it was his which made it mean all the more to me. Barely, my eyes started to flutter closed.

"Leona, get your ass out of the tub and dried off," Cyb shouted at me through the closed door, disturbing the beginnings of my sleep.

"Fine, Mom," I called back sarcastically.

Reluctantly, I obeyed, wrapping a towel around my body. I opened the door to see the most beautiful gown I had ever seen hanging right in front of my eyes. It was fairly simple in nature but absolutely exquisite. It had a tight corset top with embroidered off the shoulder straps that served no real purpose. Down the middle of the corset, ornately stitched roses climbed along pale yellow fabric that tapered in at the waist. The butter yello fabric continued down to my feet and was surrounded by miles of white skirting. The dress was absolutely ridiculous. I choked off a squeal as I held the silky dress in my hands.

"Caleb's not going to let you get to the reception, is he?" Cyb joked, clutching the dress's hanger up high.

"Highly doubtful," I admitted with a laugh.

"Well, let's get you in this before Caleb has a chance to take it off," she chuckled, carefully removing my dress from the hanger.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Gently, Cybele draped the dress over a chair and headed towards the door to most likely hurt whoever was preventing us from staying on task. Always the drill sergeant, she probably had the whole day planned out to the second. I just started to hum some country song I had heard on the radio as I dried off the ends of my hair with an extra towel.

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"

"Leona."

My heart stopped when I heard my name. That rough velvet gravel voice could belong to only one person. Caleb. I couldn't help butterflies from fluttering in my stomach because I would always be excited to see him. To think, we were almost polar opposites when we first met, and now we were hours away from getting married. I rushed over to the sound of his voice, seeing my dark knight in shining armor hovering outside my window. He was in his normal faded jeans and black button down, with his bronze chest peeking out. His eyes were black as night, meaning he was using his Power, but I could've guessed that by the fact that a normal person can't hover outside a second story window. Quickly, I opened the window to take in the full splendor of him.

"Carebear, you know you're not supposed to see me before the wedding," I commented with fake sternness.

"I'm not supposed to see you in your wedding dress, and what happened to evil angel?" he asked, giving me one of those full faced smiles.

"You get evil angel back when you get the tattoo," I demanded teasingly.

"I guess I'll have to settle for Carebear, Mrs. Danvers," he responded, leaning into the window.

He was mere inches away from my face, but I was more concerned with the name. I was having one of those Pride and Prejudice moments with the whole Mrs. thing. It was sweet, endearing, and perfectly Caleb. I reached my arms out of the window, pulling him in and closing the distance between our faces. His lips met mine delicately and sweetly, refusing to start something he couldn't finish, but I gave into willingly, crushing his lips tightly to mine. Before I knew it, he was practically in the bedroom, and his hands were moving splendidly against my freshly bathed skin, along my cheeks, down my neck, and teasingly along my shoulders.

"Caleb, out," I heard Cyb order from the doorway.

He pouted at her, but she wasn't having any of it. Reluctantly, he headed back towards the window I had pulled him through, but his lips crashed against mine suddenly as he darted out the window. He gave me another one of those dazzling smiles before he floated back down to the ground. I felt so incredibly excited and happy. I couldn't resist the urge to spin around the room like a total fool. Cyb looked at me with amusement, happy to see her friend this overdosed on happiness.

"Can I get you ready now that you've had your dose of Caleb?" she joked, pulling the dress back into her arms.

I hadn't paid attention, but I noticed she was already in her bridesmaid dress. It was the same one she had worn to that spring formal. Long, flowing, and the most amazing green I had ever seen. She did look spectacular in it, but I figured she would've gotten a different dress for the wedding. Most people always got new dresses for weddings especially when they were bridesmaids, but it really wasn't that important. As she separated the bodice from the skirt, I quickly put on a pair of lacy white boyshorts. I removed my towel only to be met with the stiff rigid planes of the corset connecting with my curves.

"Cyb, I never knew you were this concerned about modesty," I questioned with a smirk while she glared at me.

"I'm not, but I don't trust those boys. I think Reid sneaked Viagra into their breakfast this morning because they're being horrible little pervs," Cyb joked, a perfect smile lighting up her face.

"Knowing Reid, he probably did," I admitted with a laugh.

Cyb's smile widened in response. Carefully, she bent down and held out the skirt for me to step into. I gingerly stepped into the middle of the pile of silk and tulle while holding the corset tight to my chest. Cyb pulled the skirt up to my hips and walked around to the back to zip me into it. When she was ready to lace me into the bodice, she poked me in the shoulder, signaling for me to hold my arms out. I obeyed my sister and stuck my arms out wide, but what did I get in return? The piercing pain of being laced into a corset. Was she seriously trying to make it more difficult for Caleb to get me out of this dress later? It really wouldn't matter because he would use his Power, even though he shouldn't, just to get me out of it. Hot hormonal teenage boy.

"Okay, I'm done. Can you still breathe?" she teased as her hands gently pushed my arms down to my side.

"Barely, but I think I'll manage," I responded, twirling around to face her.

The fabric swirled beautifully around my legs, and I felt like a princess. Soon, I was being thrust into a chair as Cyb's hands began working through my hair. Combing and twisting, she soon began to fall into a regular pattern. I always enjoyed people playing with my hair, and it was by far the most relaxing thing I ever experienced. Well, there were some exceptions to that, and it had everything to do with that handsome Son.

Something that should have taken Cyb ages seemed to be done in minutes. I gazed into the mirror at the reflection of a true blushing bride. My cheeks were flushed pink with happiness, and my hair hung perfectly around my face with a small amount of bangs sweeping across my forehead. The rest of my long hair had been piled on top of my head in lush layers of curls and elegance. I looked like I had just stepped out of a Jane Austen novel, but when was that ever a bad thing? Slowly, I raised myself out of the chair, watching more of my figure revealed.

"Lee, you really do look beautiful," Cyb commented like a proud mother.

Sudden fanfare began to play, startling me. Had it really been six hours already? That couldn't be possible. Cyb hurried me to the door, but didn't I need shoes? I picked up my skirt to see a pair of white stilettos already strapped to my feet. When did those get there? Cyb looked at me annoyed as I stood there staring at my feet. She grabbed me by the arm, dragging me to the door, but I followed not really wanting to fight something I was fully excited about. I halfway stumbled through the hallway and down unknown stairs before suddenly I was left alone in an empty hallway strewn with rose petals. The beginning notes of Pachebel's Canon began as I looked forward to see Cybele's disappearing shape processing forward. I guess that was my cue. Slowly, I followed, unsure of what was fully going on besides a wedding.

Gliding gracefully through the hallway, I stared at the petals on the floor, resisting the urge to look up. As I passed through two open doors, I heard the ubiquitous squeaking of wood as everyone turned to look at me. Finally, I convinced myself to look up. There in front of me stood my perfect evil angel in his beautiful black tux. A dark red rose rested against his breast pocket, and his red tie peeked through the black of his vest and coat, lying on the bed of white linen his shirt provided. His dark brown eyes glimmered with happiness as he watched me walk slowly towards him. He looked absolutely ecstatic. I smiled brightly at Caleb, my husband in a matter of minutes. It took all my will not to run down the aisle and into his arms. My feet followed the music moving slower than my erratically beating heart. The chaotic frenzy raging around me died down as soon as my hand slipped into his. My galloping heart stopped its beating for a second as my closed eyes slowly fluttered open to meet his warm chocolate ones again. His mouth pulled up into that devastating full faced smile that showed those gorgeous white teeth.

That's when everything went fuzzy.

The image of Caleb became distorted and unclear. His warm hand slipped from mine as I grasped for it, but I felt like I was being sucked through an open door. All the warm lights and happiness rapidly disappeared around me, replaced by cold and darkness, and I couldn't bring myself to open up my eyes. The steady breathing I could hear nearby encouraged me to open my eyes, but it wasn't what I wanted to see.

The room was still the same as always dark and littered with mementos that I still didn't know what all of them were for. Moonlight shined through the windows, falling across the pale face of one once so full of life. He laid in the bed across from where I sat in my chair. I felt my heart break again at the sight of the shell of the man I loved. He still lived, but now only in my dreams. I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes as I choked back a sob desperately trying to escape my chest. My hands gripped the chair I was sitting in, trying to fight back the sorrow desperately trying to overwhelm me, but it just made things worse. The tears fell swiftly down my face, and it stung even more knowing he wasn't there to kiss them away.

"Baby, why'd you leave me? Why'd you have to go? I was countin' on forever, now I'll never know. I can't even breathe," I cried out to his motionless body, lying on the bed where we had shared so much.

I twirled the black band on my finger, remembering the morning he had given it to me. This only made my tears fall harder, and my breathing to become more choked and harsh. I didn't want to be here without him. I was sick of these dreams about the happiness I would never have. As if on cue, the normal nausea that followed the dreams rose up in the pit of my stomach. I ran into the bathroom as I miserably vomited into the toilet. The tears continued to pour from my eyes as I began to fall asleep again. Only one thought remained on my mind as I willingly embraced my happy never after. Caleb was still gone, and it was my fault.

A/N: I know, I know. I'm really really mean, but I had myself on the verge of tears when I wrote the ending. "Just A Dream" fit more perfectly than I would've ever guessed. This is probably one of the saddest chapters I've ever written, but I think it's my favorite. I know I normally don't do two songs for one chapter, but both songs fit so perfectly. If you hadn't guessed, Lee's dream wedding dress is Taylor Swift's dress from the music video for "Love Story." I love that dress too much not to use it. By the way, if you were annoyed with the ending, you're not the only one. A younger Lee is keeping herself busy at Sky High in It Takes One To Know One. Anyways, please forgive my meanness and please please review, and I'll be the happiest writer ever.