A/N: Yippee for the reviewers! You all get cookies! Or if you'd prefer, hot pictures of your choice of Son, I have both! Lol. Teehee. Well, here's chapter three since y'all be so good about reviewing!

Bitch Goddess

Chapter 3: Visions

The feeling of Charlotte's lips on his was a thousand times better than Pogue could ever have imagined. Her lips were soft like silk, and her tongue offered a taste he couldn't get enough of, and the barbell protruding through her tongue was a sensation he was unaccustomed to, but a sensation he thoroughly enjoyed when he realized that pulling on it lightly with his teeth caused her hips to buck against his own. Her hands were tangling in his hair and shirt, pulling on them both as if trying to climb up his body. The frequent yanks on his hair sent a jolt of pleasure mingled with pain shooting through his body straight to his groin. His hips ground against hers, causing them both to moan loudly into each others mouth and claw at each other violently.

"Open the door." He murmured against her mouth, desperate to have her beneath him, screaming his name in ecstasy.

With a moan and a nearly painful pull on his hair she happily obliged and the two of them tumbled into the, thankfully, empty room.

Before he could even stop himself his hands caressed down the back of her dress, his magic unzipping it so he could reach under it and run his hands over her velvety skin. He took her moan as an urge to move forward and his hand dipped lower and disappeared under the hem to tease and tantalize the sensitive flesh between her legs. He was unsure how the dress was pushed down to her waist, or how his shirt disappeared or how they were suddenly sprawled across her bed, but he wasn't about to complain. Her nails scraped along his bare back, no doubt drawing blood, and emitted a scream muffled by her teeth in his shoulder as he dipped his head and violently sucked and nibbled on different areas of her neck. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, bucking against him, rubbing against his erection causing him to nearly loose control and simply magic away the rest of her clothing.

Suddenly her legs dropped and she whispered in his ear, "Pogue, wait. I can't do this. Stop."

The world spun and shifted until it was no longer Charlotte's dorm room but an empty clearing in the woods.

'Charlotte was underneath a man of about twenty-five with black hair and pale skin. Her hair was falling out of her ponytail as though she'd been wrestling around, black streaked down her face from where her makeup blending with her tears, there was a bruise blooming on her right cheek and he could see that her nose had been bleeding.

"Stop, please. Don't do this." she whispered to the man, her voice shaking so badly it was nearly impossible to understand her.

"Ah, come on, Char. Where's your sense of fun?" the man asked, his face contorting into a malicious grin.

"I love him! Don't do this! It could kill us both! Please! Stop!" she yelled, struggling against the hand that held her own above her head.

"Who? That pathetic little boy? A Son of Ipswich." He chuckled at his own words and it chilled Pogue's blood. "Well, why don't we bring your little lover into the game?" he asked.

Suddenly Pogue was not looking at the man, but at himself with an evil look on his face. Charlotte let out an earsplitting scream as the faux Pogue slammed his hips forward, forcing himself inside her. Charlotte writhed violently, trying to escape the violation and pain.

"Still love him now?" the voice was the same evil, cold one of the man, but it came from what looked like Pogue's face.

Charlotte closed her eyes and turned her head, tears spilling from her eyes unmercifully as the fake Pogue continued to rape her.'

Pogue snapped back to reality and saw a watery-eyed Charlotte looking up at him. He jumped and nearly fell off the bed at the resemblance between what she looked like now and what she looked like in the vision.

"I'm sorry." she whispered.

"No!" Pogue said forcefully, but mentally kicked himself when she cringed at his harshness. "No. Don't be sorry. It's fine." he said more gently. He reached up and stroked his knuckles across her cheek, trying not to remember the bruise in the vision.

"I just...I can't do this so fast. I mean, I barely even know you." she said, turning her face towards his touch.

Pogue put a finger under her chin and turned her face up toward him, trying to calm her fears while his own raged inside him. His entire body screamed at him to protect her, to lock her up and never let anyone touch her.

"It's fine. Really. You're right. I don't know what I was doing. It's me that should be sorry." he told her in the calmest voice he could muster. He reached out and pulled her into a tight hug, then had to force himself to let her go.

"We can still be friends, right?" she asked, pulled away and trying to hide her breasts.

Pogue chuckled, reached to floor and retrieved his shirt and then helped her pull it over her head and chuckled again when it completely drown her with its size. "Of course. I'm not some hormone driven asshole. I never should've done anything in the first place. It should be me making sure you don't hate me." he said, running his hands through her hair.

"Of course not." she laughed and hugged him again.

"Well, I should probably go before I do something stupid again." he stood and smiled down at her.

"Do you want your shirt back? Give me a second and I can change." she took a step towards the bathroom, but he reached out and stopped her.

"No, it's ok. Keep it. I'm just down the hall, remember." he laughed, retrieved his jacket from the floor and headed towards the door.

"Ok." she smiled up at him, making his heart jump.

"Bye." he said softly, leaning against the wall.

"Night." she replied.

He reached out and opened the door, but before leaving, he bent down and gave her a quick, but loving kiss before stepping out and closing the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked shut, he began to shake violently. He couldn't get the vision out of his mind. The bruise on her cheek, the panic in her voice, the earsplitting scream she'd emitted. He took off at a dead run towards his room, ignored his protesting roommate at the noise, threw on a shirt and then ran at full speed down the hall and out to his bike. He had to talk to the other guys immediately. Not only did he need to protect Charlotte, but the secret of the Covenant as well.

Charlotte sighed loudly and flopped down on her bed. Pogue's smell was stuck to the sheets and the shirt she wore, making it hard for her to relax.

"Animus socious." she whispered to herself. Everything seemed exactly like her mother had told her. Unexplainable, and uncontrollable attraction at first sight, immediate friendship with the male and all those close to him, feeling of longing and emptiness when not in their presence. "No! No, that's impossible!" she yelled at herself. She reached down to her purse and extracted her cell phone, quickly hitting number 2 speed dial, calling the only person she thought could help her.

"Hello." a groggy, annoyed voice said on the other line.

"Aimee. Aimee Marie! Wake up, it's only 12!" Charlotte said.

"Char? What the hell?" Aimee said back.

"I...I think I may have met him." Charlotte whispered, as if someone might hear her.

"Who?" Aimee asked.

"Animus socious." Charlotte said, the words shaking.

"Really?" Aimee asked. "How do you know?" she asked.

"Everything feels exactly like my mom said it would. The minute I saw him I wanted to be his, completely! I just barely met all his friends, but for some reason I already feel like I've known them forever." Charlotte whispered frantically.

"Hmmm. Well, that's great and all, but first you need to find the Sons and convince them to help us. Our lives come before your love life, no offense." Aimee told her.

"Yea, your right." Charlotte replied, wishing she were able to brush it off as well as her friend.

"If it is him, you'll know in time." Aimee said.

"Yea. I'll talk to you later." Charlotte said before she hung up on her friend.

Aimee was right. Love life comes after life in general. Besides, just because she liked Pogue didn't mean he's the person she's destined to be with for all eternity.

'I mean, come on, Char. He's hot as hell; every girl in Nicky's was checkin' him out. You just need some good old foolin' around.' she lied to herself.

She pulled the covers over her head, forcing Pogue from her mind and willed herself to sleep. Her dreams were quickly filled with motorcycles and gorgeous naked boys.

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"You mean you fucked her already?" Reid asked, cutting into Pogue's explanation.

"No, you moron." Pogue replied, not bothering to look at Reid.

"Loser." Reid mumbled, leaning back on the box he sat on.

The four of them sat in the basement of the Danvers' colony house that Caleb's dad had resided in, sitting around a large stone and surrounded by dozens of candles.

"She told me to stop, and that's what triggered it." Pogue finished his explanation.

He'd hoped that just telling the vision would suffice, but Caleb, great guy that he was, just had to know what had led up to the vision.

"First, we have to keep Charlotte from finding us out. No offense to her, but mostly likely it's through her that this guy finds out who we are. Second, we need to keep a good eye on her, if we know about this in advance I won't let that happen to her. I know you won't." Caleb said, nodding in Pogue's direction on the final sentence. "We need to find out who this guy is so we can keep Charlotte away from him, my guess is she knows who is, or will in the future. A friend maybe." he stated.

"I don't think a friend does something like that." Tyler put in.

"You know what I mean." Caleb replied.

Pogue's stomach rolled and his chest heaved. Hadn't they already been through enough this year, did more trouble have to come along?

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Charlotte fluttered awake, the remnants of a dream fleeing her mind before she could analyze them. The clock read 2:34 and Charlotte couldn't force herself back to sleep. After 20 minutes of tossing and turning Charlotte got up, slipped into a bathing suit and set off in search of the swimming pool, she knew there was one as Sarah had informed her that all the boys were on the swim team. After another 15 minutes, she finally came to a set of double doors with a sign reading POOL above them. She pushed, hoping they were open, but was sadly disappointed. She glanced around, making double sure she was alone before staring hard at the door.

"Expositus." she whispered, her eyes flashing silver for a moment before she heard the lock click, and she pushed the door open.

The dividers were still in the pool and the water was eerily calm. The only light came from moonlight filtering in through the small windows at the top of the far wall. Charlotte smiled at the solitude; this was exactly what she needed to sort out her thoughts. With a sigh, she dove into the water, the splash like a bomb in the silence. She swam a few laps in one lane, using many different strokes, but favoring the butterfly. After the tension had leaked from her body, she flipped onto her back and floated.

"Charlotte." a voice whispered.

She closed her eyes and reached out with her magic, searching for the man she already knew was surrounding her with his own magic.

"Deacon?" she called out with her thoughts.

"Hello, little one." his voice was in her head, forcing all other thoughts from her mind and preventing her from opening her eyes.

"Go away, Deacon. You can't hurt me anymore." she stated, trying to seem nonchalant.

"Oh, can't I?" he asked.

Charlotte felt a phantom hand run over her body, squeezing and caressing. She squirmed, trying to override Deacon's power.

He laughed. "Still think you're more powerful than me?" he made a tsking noise. "Charlotte, where are you hiding this time?" he asked, the hand still moving over her body.

Charlotte laughed this time. "Like I'm going to tell you. Besides, even if you do find me I'll have help. I'll be prepared for you this time, occisor." she spat.

"The Sons of Ipswich? Those pathetic little boys who call themselves warlocks?" he laughed again. "Surround yourself all you want, Charlotte. The Sons, and Aimee, and all your other little friends. It won't matter. I'll find you. And you will be mine." his tone screamed finality.

To solidify his words the phantom hand landed on her neck and pushed her underwater. Charlotte thrashed around under the water, kicking and beating on the phantom arm. She opened her eyes and saw his face, equally transparent as the hand on her neck, staring down at her through the water. She tried to scream, but all that escaped her mouth were bubbles. Her world was turning black along the edges, she couldn't inhale water to drown herself even if she tried, he was choking the life out of her. The moment before her world went completely black the hand disappeared and strong arms wrapped around her waist, dragging her to the edge of the pool and then pulling her up onto the cold tile. She coughed and sputtered, the minuscule amount of water in her lungs being forced out.

"Charlotte?" the voice was vaguely familiar and sounded seriously concerned.

She slowly opened her eyes and found Tyler, if she remembered correctly, hovering over her, his hair dripping, his blue eyes wide and panicked, his chest heaving.

"Tyler?" she asked. Her voice hurt and scratched out of her throat like sandpaper.

He visibly sighed with relief. "Are you ok? I came down here because I couldn't sleep, found the doors unlocked, and you under the water flipping out. Do you not know how to swim or what?" he asked, obviously slightly angry with her.

"I can swim!" she defended, sitting up to look him in the eye, ignoring the way the world spun in the process. "I just fell asleep and became disoriented." she said, her voice scratchy and still painful, but with every word she was sounding more like herself.

"Ok, sorry." he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

"Thank you." she whispered, feeling bad she had yelled at him.

"You're welcome." he said, smiling at her.

"I think I'm going to head back up to bed, I think I can sleep now that I've had my near death experience for the night." she joked and stood up.

Tyler followed suit and Charlotte nearly rolled her eyes. She felt like a freakin' elf! Even Tyler, who was visibly the shortest of the four boys, towered over her.

"Bye." she said.

She walked to the other side of the pool, grabbed her towel and hurried out the door. She was unspeakably grateful that Tyler had bought her weak lie.

But, little did she know that Tyler knew exactly what had happened, and now knew what the man in Pogue's vision looked like.

A/N: Ok, now for some translations.

Animus socious: soul partner

Expositus: open

Occisor: murderer

I'll try and post the next chapter tonight, but if not then tomorrow for sure.

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