A/NB I own NOTHING Covenant related, just Verity and the plot. I no longer own her house either, we moved out of that. I have a lot of photos of the ruins I found which inspired this story, so if any one wants to see them let me know and I'll maybe make a Tumblr account for them.
I'm loving the reviews I've been getting! I'm stuck on whether Verity should be with Tyler or Pogue so your input is greatly appreciated! I'm glad you've been enjoying it! If you like The Vampire Diaries I have a story called Eternal Promises which has another version of Verity in it AND Pogue!
Chapter 26.
Verity walked up to her front door as the rain poured, the door was locked. Remembering she had left her bag at Caleb's house she leant her fore head against the door and cried.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She called out, banging her head against the door with each word.She breathed out deeply and though of a way she could break in to the house to gain warmth, but she knew the house was like a fortress; impossible to get in to without a key. Plus, her parents would kill her is she broke a window to get in. Verity felt lost, and wet. There was no where she could go now. She had lost her new friends through her stupidity, her old friends were in New York and would probably be pissed that she had forgotten them and not been in contact as much as she promised them she would be. Verity had no one to turn to, but she did have a place she could go; the ruins she found. She could o to the ruins over in the field and follow the path to the abandoned and dilapidated old house she had found that morning.
Verity pushed herself away from her front door and headed down the stairs and towards the field at the end of the road. She climbed the gate and ran in to the field which was becoming vastly muddy and began to resemble a swamp. Verity ran as fast as her booted feet would let her, shivering from the cold.
Verity ran and ran and ran, she ran up the hill and through the fallen ruins to the path which was sheltered by a tunnel of trees Verity had never really noticed before. The rain didn't seem to touch her now she had gotten here, the trees were sheltering her ad best as they could while their leave fell with at Autumn chill. Verity could smell the rain and leaves, she could smell the cold, but she didn't stop and walk now she was under shelter; she carried on running. Verity did not run out of fear but ran to leave her problems behind.
As the toe of Verity's ankle boot came in to contact with a large stone she tripped, sending herself falling to the ground, sending the air right out of her body. She clambered back up to her feet immediately, ignoring the fact her clothes were muddy, her hands were grazed and bleeding and the clothing covering her legs were torn at both knees which left the skin open and bleeding, the boot that caught the rock was badly scuffed and there were leaves in her ponytail, but she didn't notice or care, she just kept running.
After a short time, Verity came to her ruins, to her discovery and ran immediately to the gate and climbed over it. She ran through the barn surrounded yard and headed to her little house; her shelter. Once she was there she clambered over fallen rock and debris and found a space in the corner that was clear, and she sunk down on to the floor and huddled p in to protective ball and cried herself in to a deep sleep.
While it rained Verity's body stayed as still and as silent as the dead while her brain whizzed at a million miles an hour until suddenly it stopped; her dream self was warm and dry, and much older.
Verity looked at herself in the mirror, she must have been about thirty and was wearing three rings on the fourth finger of her left hand; an engagement ring, a wedding ring and an eternity ring. Verity looked at her surroundings and saw that she wasn't in her little house any more, but was in a vast mansion. She wondered in to a lounge area where there were ornate vases and paintings and a grand piano. On top of that piano were several silver and gold picture frames. Out of curiosity Verity walked over to look at the photographs and was shocked at what she saw; the largest photo was of her and Tyler on their wedding day. The picture on the left of that was of Tyler kissing her very pregnant belly while she laughed, the picture to the right was of her and Tyler at the hospital holding a little baby. The other pictures were of Tyler, her and what appeared to be their son; Christenings, birthdays, Christmases, the baby went from being a small infant to a beaming toddler and to a playful child, smiling in his uniform for his first day of school, in the pool with his father. In the latest picture of the three of them the boy appeared to be about seven years of age, he was sat on Verity's lap while Verity sat on Tyler's lap. The boy looked just like his father and she and Tyler looked very happy.
"Amazing isn't it? How a glimpse in to the future can make you feel." A voice said from behind her, causing her to jump. Verity turned around and saw a boy who would have been seventeen sat in an arm chair. He was slender in build, had grey-blue eyes and short brown hair.
"You?" Verity asked, her voice laced with questions.
"I'm the man of your dreams baby!" He laughed as he stood up, waling to her, he tucked her hair behind her ears. "Mrs Simms, you're very beautiful you know. And so is your son. Little Jacob." The boy said, picking up the last photo Verity had been looking at.
"Your voice is the one I've been hearing?" Verity asked.
"Bingo!" The boy said, handing Verity the photo and walking over to the large globe and spinning it.
"Who are you?" She asked, placing the photo back on the piano top.
"Name's Pope."
"First or last?"
"Last. My first name doesn't concern you, but the reason I'm here does."
"And what reason might that be Mr Pope?" Verity asked bitterly as she walked to the globe and placed her hand on it to stop it spinning.
"I'm here to help you choose, I'm showing you your future in the hopes it'll make you take the right path." He went to the drinks stand and pored a glass of whiskey and sipped it.
"This is my future? A life with Tyler and a son?" Verity asked calmly, sitting down.
"It's one option. This is what you get if you choose the youngest of the Covenant."
"Covenant?"
"Yes, the Covenant of silence, witches. You see, the four boys you've been hanging out with are four of the original families to flee from Salem during the witch trials and settle here in Ipswich. They were all born with magical powers. The more they use those powers the quickly they age. It's tragic really." Pope sipped his drink until the glass was empty, he then refilled it.
"I don't get it, Tyler and the others are witches?" Verity gave him a confused look.
"Spot on, but they're not your regular movie witches with brooms and spell books and point hats. They were born with these powers, they lie dormant until the kid turns thirteen and then they ascend at the age of eighteen and have the full use of their powers, which is when they can get addicted and basically use to death." He explained harshly.
"Use to death? Like a drug?" Verity said concerned.
"Well it is addictive like a drug."
"And this is my future? Giving birth to a magical child that could die from a power trip? I don't believe you." Verity said defensively.
"You don't have to believe me, you just have to see for yourself. Enjoy this dream Verity, it will be the most pleasant one you have in a while." Pope sneered and then vanished in wisp of air, causing the half full whiskey glass to drop to the floor and smash to pieces, causing Verity to jump to her feet and begin gathering the broken pieces of glass.
"Mommy?" The small child from the photographs came to the door way. It took Verity a moment to compose herself and realise the little boy, Jacob Simms, was talking to her.
"Yes?" She finally answered.
"I still feel sick, can you read me a story?" He asked in a small voice, causing Verity's heart to melt.
"Of course I can baby, what story do you want?" Verity smiled and placed the broken glass on the ornate coffee table and went over to the little boy, sweeping him up in her arms causing him to smile.
"I want The Solider and the Tinderbox, daddy says it's your favourite." Little Jacob rubbed his eyes.
"How about I tuck you up in my bed and we read it together?" Verity began to walk up the vast and grand staircase that looked like it belonged to a castle and not a family home.
"Can we watch a movie on your big TV too?" Jacob's voice perked up a little, causing Verity to laugh.
"What movie do you want to watch baby?" She asked, finally reaching the top of the stairs and walking to the little boy's room, even though she had no clue how she knew where to go.
"Ummmmmm, The Hunchback of Notredame?" He asked.
"Not Transformers?" Verity asked.
"You said I wasn't allowed a grown up film like that." He informed his mother.
"Right, of course not, I knew that!" Verity smiled, walking over to a bookshelf that contained toys, collectables, DVDs and books so Jacob could grab the DVD he wanted.
"Silly mommy, testing me." He bopped Verity gently on the head with the case.
"Well, I'm just keeping you on your toes baby." She smiled and kissed his cheek and walked out of the jungle themed bedroom and in to her bedroom; it took her by surprise by its grandness. Two large floor to ceiling windows decorated with heavy curtains, a vast wooden four poster bed covered in pillows and blankets. And a large flat screen TV on the wall at the end of the bed, much to Jacob's delight. Verity smiled, it was the bedroom she had always dreamed of, vases of flowers and photographs on the wall from her wedding and honey moon, it looked like it belonged in a modern day palace, which Verity guessed she was in. She sat Jacob on the bed and sat beside him.
"How about you turn on the TV and get the film ready and I'll get the bed ready so we can snuggle?" She said, which caused the little boy to smile.
"Deal!" He laughed, jumping off the bed to get the film ready, Verity placed some of the cushions on the ottoman at the bottom of the bed and peeled back the duvet and kicked off her slippers and got in to the big, soft bed.
"You know for someone who was feeling sick earlier you're looking pretty spry." She teased as the little boy ran back to the bed and jumped up, sliding in next to her and making himself comfortable.
"Yeah, you make me feel better mommy." He kissed her cheek and [laced his head on her chest as they watched the opening song.
Verity spend a half hour stroking the little boys soft, dark hair and listening to his giggles when an older Tyler came in to the room, Verity and Jacob didn't notice until they heard the sound of a shutter and his laughter.
"Now that's a picture perfect moment!" Tyler smiled, walking over to the bed. He kissed Verity's head and Jacob launched himself at the man.
"Daddy!" He squealed with delight as Tyler took him in his arms and gave him a big cuddle.
"How's my champ doing then?" Tyler asked, placing Jacob back on the bed.
"Better I think." Verity said with a smile, unable to take her eyes off her husband.
"But only a little." Jacob informed them sternly, getting back under the covers and snuggling back in to Verity, causing his parents to laugh.
"Then I guess I better stick around and make sure you keep getting better, right buddy?" Tyler winked at his wife and shrugged out of his jacket, took off his tie and kicked off his shoes and leaped over Verity on to the bed, landing the other side of her and Jacob and slid under the covers to join his family.
"Verity! Wake up! We're nearly home Verity!" A voice echoed in her ears.
"What?" She mumbled, unsure of where she was now.
"Almost home, what were you thinking?" The voice asked.
"Tyler?"
"No, it's me, Caleb." He looked at the girl he was carrying in his arms worriedly.
"Caleb?" Verity suddenly became more aware she wasn't in the big squashy bed with Tyler and her future son, and she wasn't in the hard cold corner of the ruined house either; she was in Caleb's arms being carried home.
"What are you doing?" She asked, looking up at his face.
"Taking you home. What were you doing at the place Verity? I told you to stay away."
"I was locked out, I had nowhere else to go." Verity remembered. "I made such a mess of things Caleb." Verity began to cry silently as Caleb finally got to the steps that led up to her front door, as he approached, her frantic mother burst open the door.
"You found her! Thank God! Is she okay?" Dianne rushed out with a blanket at put it over her shivering daughter.
"She's fine, just cold and went. I'll take her to her room." Caleb told her, carrying Verity through the house and down the stairs. Her mother had clearly turned the storage heater up as high as it would go because for the first time since Verity had been there the room was hot. Also, the heated blankets that were under her duvet were on which also helped with the heat in the room. Caleb placed her on her bed and wrapped her up in the blanket, Dianne soon shooed him out of the room and began to strip the wet clothes from her daughter.
Caleb made his way upstairs where Frank was waiting with a hot cup of strong coffee.