Something Wicked This Way Comes Chapter 12: Here We Are, a covenant fanfic

A/N: Thanks to all of you who read and reviewed. This chapter I decided to change the title because I felt the Breaking Benjamin song really had the feeling and mood I wanted. Anyways, here is the next chapter, so please enjoy.

Thanks as always to lunar kitsune terror for her constant help on this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Covenant or "Here We Are" by Breaking Benjamin (seriously my favorite band by far lol)

Chapter 12: Here We Are

Leona's POV

If I stared at this chemistry problem for one more damn minute, I would die. I slammed the book closed and laid my head against the cover enjoying its coolness. The momentary lapse in concentration flooded my mind with images of his face. My head started to pound in agony, and I felt miserable. I'd only been in Ipswich a whole month, and I had already gotten sick. Of course, I had the misfortune of having to miss school. A whole week of it. This whole weekend was going to be full of homework, but how was that different than any other day? When you have no one to live for, homework is pretty much all you got. I walked over to the bed, removed my Notre Dame hoodie, and tossed it on the bed. My emerald green tank clung to my clammy skin, revealing a good portion of my waist and back since my jeans were resting low on my hips. Good thing it was just me in the dorm room tonight. Ondine had left early for her date with Tyler. I plopped on my bed staring up at the ceiling, listening to my iPod blare out Breaking Benjamin from its dock. I began to fan out my hair as I laid at the foot of my bed. Suddenly, I heard a soft knock as Alena opened the door and walked in.

"Lee, sweetheart, are you feeling any better?" she asked in her voice of motherly concern.

"I will be when this massive headache disappears. Don't you have a date with Reid tonight?" I responded, eying the silk robe she was wearing.

"Yeah, I was wondering if I could borrow that silk paisley dress of yours?" she sweetly asked, leafing through my closet.

"Did you really need to ask? Of course. Did you get my AP Chem homework?" I questioned, turning over on my stomach to watch her.

She avoided my question and disappeared into the bathroom with the dress. Her robe came drifting out of the bathroom to float gently over to my desk before landing on the chair. She walked out looking amazing as usual even in my dress. Her golden hair flowed long over her shoulders.

"You look amazing. Reid will certainly have wicked plans in mind for you," I commented with a laugh.

Beaming with excitement, she twirled around letting the dress open up around her. I watched her with amusement. She was so happy while I was a concentrated ball of depression, but why shouldn't I be? Everything in my life was wrong. My element was pissed off at hell because I hadn't let it out since that night. The guy I couldn't go more than a hour without thinking about wasn't mine. To make matters worse, he was dating a girl who may or may not be descended from the fifth line of Ann Putnam. Despite that, I couldn't even begin to understand my fascination/obsession with that idiot. My mind only answered with the image of Caleb and his understanding eyes that night at Nicky's. There was sorrow mixed with responsibility and depression that pooled in those perfect brown eyes. I felt like he was the only person in the world, who would ever begin to comprehend me. The sudden knock on my door startled me. Alena stopped her twirling and ducked into the closet for shoes I guessed.

"I guess I'm getting that," I called over prying my sore body of the bed.

I padded my way over to the door and opened it. I expected the perverted Reid to be standing there staring at my exposed areas of pale skin. He may have a girlfriend, but he was still Reid. Unfortunately, Reid wasn't the only one standing at the door. I slammed the door in their faces and turned to face my closet.

"Alena Mary Erins! Get your ass out of my closet right now!" I shouted, hearing the two boys outside laughing.

"I swear to God. Reid and the asshole standing next to him shut the hell up," I screamed with menace in my voice.

Before I could blink, Alena had sprinted from the closet, opened the door, and bolted with Reid.

"Damn it, Alena. You are in so much trouble when you get home," I yelled out the open door.

I shut the door as hard as I could. It didn't make the sound as wood hit wood. The sound was muffled as wood hit solid skin and bones. Damn, damn, and damn. I stopped where I was feeling him watch me carefully. His eyes penetrated my skin as I felt him note the pentacle on my shoulder blade to the tribal flame on the small of my back. He always made me feel so exposed.

"Leona," he called.

I swirled around in the rough and velvet, harsh and soft contradiction of his voice. My head began to swim as he crossed the room to me. I drowned in the perfect woodsy smell of him. All I wanted to do was run for cover, bury my head under the sheets of my bed, lock myself in the bathroom, or anything that I could do to get away from him. I turned around violently to face him. My eyes filled with hatred, anger, and sorrow.

"What do you want?" I replied rebelliously.

Turning around had been a bad idea. The perfect planes and angles of his face, that dark brown hair still wet from melted snow, and those deep brown eyes I couldn't stop thinking about were now painfully clear. He grabbed a plain manila envelope from under his one arm and handed it to me. It was the homework I needed. I had forgotten none of the girls had AP Chem with me. Unfortunately, Caleb did.

"Alena asked me to drop off your homework," he answered softly, killing me with his voice.

"Uh, thanks," I responded shamefully.

He looked around the room, avoiding making eye contact. His eyes focused on the iPod as I listened to more Breaking Benjamin blaring from it. He turned back to look at me.

"Finally off of the Stabbing Westward?" he asked, a smile hinting at his lips.

"Yeah so?" I sarcastically commented as I placed my right hand on my hip.

"I love the band and all, but I've heard "Save Yourself" so many times my brain hurts. You blare that song nonstop every time I'm around. It's nice to have a change of things," he replied trying to lighten the mood with a smile.

"Why does everything have to do with you? You know sometimes I think that Abbot has less of an ego than you," I retorted.

"God, why are you so damn complicated? It never really matters what I do it. It's always going to be wrong. Damn it, Leona. What do want me to do?" he pleaded, anger beginning to warp his voice.

"Well, it's not my fault you have the world's largest hero complex. Stop trying to save me," I ordered, my eyes blazing with anger.

"I'm not trying to save you. You wouldn't let me even if I tried. I just don't know what you want from me," he argued back, staring me down.

"God, I just want you to be out of my damn head. I want to be able to forget you and how I feel about you. You're always there, and I hate it," I screamed at the source of my frustration.

"I know," he responded with his anger dimming. I noticed we had edged a step closer in our anger.

"How can you know? You're perfectly happy with her. When has anything in your life not gone perfectly splendid for you?" I questioned, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

"When? Everything. This whole messed up situation between you and me. Damn it, Leona. Nothing ever seems to go right. Both of our lives are hell. Why do you never see that?" he countered, his eyes filling with sorrow. A new song began to play.

Sing it for me
I can't erase the stupid things I say
You're better than me
I struggle just to find a better way

"Then, Caleb, tell someone about it. You say you understand. Prove it," I challenged.

I watched as he removed that dark gray coat he was so fond of, placing it on the bed. The black Henley he wore clung to his muscular torso. We continued to move closer. Our bodies acted without input from our brains. Sometimes, the world picks the pieces up even when you refuse to.

"Leona, I'd give anything to understand what I feel. That night I never felt more alive than I ever had. It was like I had lived in a darkness and then you blazed in. I want to be what you need, but how can I? I feel like there's always going to be something between us. Maybe it's not meant to be for us," he admitted sadly, his right hand floating up to the side of my face. I leaned my face against his cold hand.

So here we are, fighting and trying to hide the scars
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye
The lonely road, one that I should try to walk alone
I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye

I pulled away with the thought of one word. Sarah. He was not mine and never would be. She wouldn't let go even if she was done and tired of her relationship with Caleb. She would punish me and him for something we couldn't control. I backed away further from him. My head swirled around not able to grasp what was happening to me. He was struggling with this whole situation, too, but his eyes only strained in pain at the loss of contact.

"Caleb, stop it. I wish you would understand it doesn't matter if you feel something for me. You're not going to do a damn thing about it, so please just leave me the hell alone," I shouted and turned away from him.

You wouldn't like me
Keep moving on until forever ends
And don't try to fight me
The beauty queen has lost her crown again.

He grabbed me gently by the arm forcing me to face him. His eyes looked deep down into me seeing past every single wall and defense I had built up. He saw the damaged soul within and still looked at me with a kind of awe. I forced my eyes closed trying to hide the tears, but one single drop departed from my wet lashes. I felt his index finger gently graze my skin as he caught the tear beginning to fall down my cheek. My eyes opened slowly watching the tear roll slowly down his finger as it carved a path along his hand.

"I couldn't begin to give up. Maybe we just have a few more obstacles," he suggested with a sense of optimism.

"Please, Caleb. Stop trying to fight it. Move on with Sarah. Let me be. All you're going to do is make this hurt so much worse when you propose to her, get married, have kids, and on and on. I can't keep waiting for things to change that won't. Please, please, let me go," I whispered, begging him with my whole heart.

"I can't," he defended, pulling me into his arms.

He wrapped me in his warmth. I knew I looked horrible, but I wasn't worried about it. He made me forget, secure in the illegal comfort of his strong arms. I wanted to remember what it felt like to be safe to forget that any second my life could fall down around me in pieces. He pulled me back a little to move a lock of hair that had fallen into my face as his eyes stared back into mine. I couldn't keep letting this go on. I could feel the hurt beginning to tug at the corners of my heart.

"Caleb, no," I shouted, pushing him away. I headed towards the door with every intent of opening it.

"No. Leona, I can't. I can't stop thinking about you, about those eyes, that smile, that fire, that broken soul, and everything else that makes me see someone who understands. Why are you the one pushing away? You have nothing to lose," he told me, his voice filled certain kind of angered annoyance.

"I have everything to lose," I responded in a near scream.

So why are you so eager to betray?
Pick the pieces up, pick the pieces up
So why are you the one that walks away?
Pick the pieces up, pick the pieces up

"I'm not walking away. I'm not giving up on you," he instructed empowered and filled with strength.

He walked towards the door, towards me. I didn't back down, standing in my place refusing to move. It felt like we were standing in a fire of emotions, and one wrong spark would turn this place into a wildfire. I didn't expect him to continue to walk over with no intention of stopping. Inches from me, his hands reached for the side of my face. My heart pounded erratically in my chest as our faces came dangerously close. He suddenly closed the distance with his lips as he backed me into the door. His lips moved smoothly and perfectly against mine. The pain, the tension all of it poured out in those seconds as we kissed. Fire soared up in me, changing my eyes into red. As he continued to attack my lips with more passion than I would have expected, all of the candles in the room suddenly blazed to life. His eyes faced me and the door, so he couldn't see anything. It was too dangerous though. He didn't understand who I really was. I slid to the side as he continued to hold my head gently between his two strong hands, but I hastily escaped his hold and dashed over to get his coat quick, bringing it back to him. I opened the door shoving him out into the hallway and handing him the coat. He stared at me in complete and utter confusion.

"Wait, Leona," he begged, a frown creeping on that perfect face.

"Caleb, don't worry. You gave me what I needed," I responded with a smile.

"What was that?" he questioned, closing our distance once again and the killer smile reappearing on his face.

"A reason to keep hoping," I whispered in his ear as I kissed him on the cheek and dodged back into my room.

I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye

A/N: Okay, Caleb is finally getting his feelings in order. I really do suggest listening to the chapter's song because it's a good one. Next chapter is still kind of undecided since I haven't done any recent Alena chapters, but I am far more partial to Leona. We'll see how things go. Please continue reading and reviewing.