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.

Chapter 25: The Facts of Guilt

"Man, you must really hate me."

"I don't hate you."

"Yes, you do," Killian stated firmly. "You hate me because you know you're just the same as me. You killed Chase, I've killed…I don't know how many people. You must feel so embarrassed."

"I don't hate you, and I don't feel embarrassed," Caleb stated firmly, hands still on the wheel.

"That's just a stock answer you have because you're new at this," she told him pointedly. "Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. Do you know what happens after it, after the kill?"

"I get the distinct feeling you're going to tell me."

"What happens after the kill is the shock wearing off. Once it's gone, the guilt kicks in…and that guilt is the real motherfucker," she explained, staring dazedly out the window. They were almost to the hospital now, a few more hours.

Caleb knew she was right. He remembered all too well the guilt that festered within him after he killed Chase. Hell, it was still festering. Chase had been his friend, or he thought he was, and Caleb would've helped him if he'd only asked. He looked over at her; she looked so depressed, as if she could breakdown and cry at any moment.

"I don't know if I can go through this again," she stated.

"Well, you don't really have a choice. We're almost there."

"When I was at Four Winds, I met kids like me," she stated randomly, eyes still on the building.

"I don't follow," Caleb admitted.

"I met some people like us, people with powers," she corrected, almost impatient. "Timmy and Liz, the two that I…that I killed, they had gifts like me. Timmy was a fire starter, and Liz was a mind controller. But…" Killian took a deep breath and closed her eyes, resting her forehead on the cool glass window.

"When you tell someone what you can do and they lock you up, you're not a person anymore. When you're locked up, the doctors and the orderlies and the nurses categorize you as a bunch of psychos. They refuse to acknowledge the fact that you just might be fine," she explained quietly.

Caleb nodded, trying to at least look like he understood what she was saying. The only thing that he could even relate to that was the separate cliques in school. A massive difference to be sure, but still similar in a way.

P.S.: Two pages total.