Disclaimer- I in not way own any of The Covenant characters, I do however own Kemper :P
A/N: Ekk, so in the first chapter, I kept spelling Pogue's name wrong. Sorry about that.
The Thirst
"You won't get away with this Patrick." Samisen, the oldest of the McAlester siblings, called across the deserted field.
"Oh, and what makes you think that?" Patrick O'Hara called back, his teeth bared and eyes glowing a dangerous black. "We out number you five to three Samisen, and as far as I know, you no longer have your clan leader to guide you anymore." Patrick swirled a long silver necklace with an Angel on it around his finger.
Patrick let a deep chuckle pass from his throat, and he clasped the necklace in his hands. "I have to admit, Samisen, your mother was a fighter. She didn't go so easily." Within the blink of an eye, Patrick had vanished from his spot across the field, to standing but two feet away from Samisen. "You will not win this war, McAlester. I will have yours, your brother's, and your sister's souls. Don't think we won't find you."
Samisen charged at Patrick, but just like before he vanished, this time only leaving behind his mother's necklace. The young blond knelt down and picked up the piece of jewelry that had one time meant so much to his fallen mother.
Where are you Kemper?
"Hey, that's cheating" I stated, pushing Reid's shoulder. Despite my efforts he still managed to hit the Eight ball in, making him the winner
"Is not, I'm simply using my natural abilities to get ahead." He grinned.
I groaned, and set the pool stick down on the table, "Well, it's a shame you have to use those abilities to beat me Garwin." I pushed my way through the crowd of people surrounding the bar, taking my seat in between Pogue and Tyler.
"Having fun?" I asked Tyler. He had been quieter that usual since I got here.
"Yeah." He answered softly, his eyes never moving. I got up and stood behind him, following his gaze. I let out a laugh, and clutched his shoulders. A short brunette at the bar. Cute, from what I can tell hyper, and blue eyed. Just Tyler's type.
"Go talk to her." I said taking my seat again.
"Are you kidding? What would I say?" He rested his head on his arm and let out a long sigh.
"I don't know, go ask her what her name is. Just don't sit around her sulking." I shoved him out of his chair, but he luckily caught himself before falling. Tyler glared at me before walking to the other side of the bar.
"I think you're the only one who can get him to go talk to a girl, Kemper." Pogue stated, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"It's all part of my charm." I gave him a cheeky smile and took a sip of my soda.
He chuckled, and I laid my head on him shoulder.
I felt a sudden heat rise up in my throat. All noise around me faded out, and all I could hear was the sound of a slow heart beat. Oh god no. Not now.
I quickly jerked my head up and stood up. "What's wrong?" Pogue asked, genuine concern shinning in his eyes.
"Uh… nothing. I just remembered that I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'd better go." I pick up my jacket from the table, and practically ran out of the bar.
This can't be happening. Not now and not with Pogue.
I leaned against my car door and put two fingers underneath my jaw line. I left it the for a minute, counting my heart beats. 275, two hundred seventy five heart beats in sixty seconds. Not good.
I need to feed.
