A/N: I don't own The Covenant in any way shape or form, which makes me very sad. I do, however, own Kathryn, Killian, some of the family history, and other various things.

The characters of Kathryn and Killian are inspired by two of my all time favorite characters: Kathryn of Cruel Intentions and Faith of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. Magical references belong to Aaron Spelling's Charmed. I own none of those either. Also, for images of the characters, check my profile for the link to my Photobucket.

Thanks to LiasonFran2, Nabierre, erica222, Silly.Pink.Rabbits.Eat.Only.My.Left.Sock!

Chapter 14: The Basic Instinct

"What the hell is going on!" Reid shouted to the others. "Why the fuck did she try to kill me? Where the fuck did she get that big ass knife?" he questioned, pointing at the knife before kicking it fiercely into the dark of the night.

They were still in the parking lot, standing next to the Hummer in total confusion. Kathryn was gone, and neither of the ascended Sons could sense her presence anywhere. Why she had done what she did, trying to kill Reid, was beyond frightening. Even more frightening than that was the look on her face when she did it. She was happy, ecstatic even. Why had she been there? Where did she get the knife? Why would she attack Reid? When did she become so aggressive when she hadn't been drinking? Had she been drinking?

All good questions.

"I don't know, Reid," Caleb said quietly, the asphalt very interesting at the present time.

"You don't know," he shouted angrily. "You're the one that's sleeping with her! How the fuck could you not know what that was about!"

"Because I just don't, Reid! It's not like Kathryn took me aside today and told me she was planning to assassinate you!"

"I think the real question is why she would do it?" Pogue interjected calmly.

"We need to be getting answers, not placing blame on one another," Tyler added seriously.

"And how the fuck are we suppose to get answers," Reid asked them. "I don't think the bitch is going to be too forthcoming and share her master plan!"

"STOP CALLING HER THAT!" Caleb shouted furiously. The others stared at him, and he sighed, running his hands over his face and through his hair. "Tyler, you're going to drop Pogue and I off at school, then you and Reid are going to my place."

"Why?" he asked as all of them moved into the Hummer.

"We're getting Kathryn's transfer papers," he answered and Pogue sighed beside him, knowing exactly what he meant.

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"Okay, so what's the plan?" Pogue whispered as they walked up the steps to the front doors of the Admissions Office. It was after hours, so no one was around except the lone, not to mention lame, rent-a-cop security guard and Tyler and Reid were already headed to Danvers Manor.

"Same as last time, I already told you," Caleb replied shortly as they stopped in front of the locked doors. "Keep a sharp eye, all right?"

Pogue nodded and leaned against the doors casually, scanning the vacant area as Caleb's eyes blackened and he mentally unlocked the doors. He looked back at Pogue as he let his hand hover over the handle. The second Son nodded and Caleb opened the door, both of them quickly stepping inside and locking it behind them. They didn't need any interruptions.

Both had agreed that they didn't want to go to her dorm room, just in case she was waiting with her crossbow or another weapon of some kind. Besides, they didn't want to alert her to their presence in the school. Quickly and quietly, they walked through the aisles of cabinets until they landed where they needed to be. Using again to unlock the file cabinet, Caleb slid it open and began to riffle through the different names.

"Okay, hold on."

Caleb continued to look through the files, eventually slowing down. As he got to the back, he found nothing. Sighing in aggravation, he closed that cabinet as quietly as possible, restraining himself from slamming it, and pulled open the second. While he started going down the line, he vaguely heard Pogue sigh. He was just as annoyed as Caleb that this was taking longer than the last time. Why couldn't Kathryn have a last name higher up in the alphabet like Chase had?

Again, the cabinet didn't have what he needed and he closed it. The two looked at one another and shook their heads as Caleb decided to skip the third cabinet and went straight to the forth and final one. This search went much better than the previous ones, and Caleb finally found her file. Pulling it out and closing the cabinet, Pogue sighed in relief.

"That took way too long," he commented. Caleb could've said something back, but he didn't really care at the moment. As they looked over the open file, and both were shocked by what they saw.

Last Name: WarrenFirst Name: KathrynMiddle Name: Piper

Gender: Male/Female

Soc. Security No.: 154-19-7053

Address, both former and current (this includes city, state, and zip code):

135 East 84th Street, Room 409

New York, NY 10003-1554

3731 Pineswamp Road

Ipswich, Massachusetts 01938

Former Institution Name (transferring from): Manchester Prep

Home Telephone: (978)-555-7021

Work Telephone (if applicable): (944)-676-8876 (cell)

Date of Birth (Month/Day/Year): October 23, 1988

Electronic Mail Address: KWarren88 (at) hotmail (dot) com

Please indicate your ethnic origin:

African/African American

Asian/Asian American/Pacific Islander

Caucasian

Hispanic/Latino American

Native American/Alaska Native

Other

The rest of her information was on her future plans, what she hoped to study in college, where she wanted to go to college. The usual. Apparently, Ms. Kathryn Warren was torn between clinical psychology and liberal arts, not to mention school s back in New York and a few in North Carolina, Michigan, and Maryland.

It was basic.

Kathryn Warren was basic. Utterly basic.

There was nothing incriminating about her, nothing that either of them could see. They had nothing on her, and the better part of their night was wasted, spent worrying over nothing. But what about what she had done? What about her unprovoked attack on Reid? If Kathryn was so normal and basic, why had she gone psychotic and attacked him? Why had she been so excited about it? There were still far too many unanswered questions.

"Let's get out of here," Caleb said, shutting the file and opening the bottom cabinet.

"Wait," Pogue said with a hand on Caleb's wrist to stop him from putting the file back. "We can't just ignore the fact that she tried to kill Reid, Caleb."

"I never said we were going to," he retorted as he put the file back inside and closed the cabinet yet again. Pogue just breathed a laugh and shook his head, pushing Pogue in front of him as they walked back towards the front door.

"Remember what I said," he told him, locking the doors behind him.

"I will. You just remember what I said. No one goes looking for Kathryn, not until we have something concrete," he replied, staring pointedly at the second Son as they stepped into his car.

"What did it say her address was?"

"3731 Pineswamp Road," he answered. "That's the old Mason house."

"It's not that far from where Putnam Barn once was." Both were silent as they walked over to their bike and car, which they left at the school for the night since Tyler was driving.

"Do you think Kathryn's…I don't know, crazy, do you?" he asked hesitantly.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's the nightmare. Maybe whoever got to her in her dreams is making her do this. We can't be sure, yet."

"Well, if I'm right and Kathryn really has gone insane and does want Reid dead, what do we do?"

"…I don't know…"

P.S.: Four pages total.