Disclaimer: Don't own the covenant, just Cordelia, Tom and Sam. Unfortunately I own the last two. Why couldn't it be Reid or Tyler...
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Now I have changed the rating to M for later content and some other things just so no one tells me off for writing this as a T rating. Enjoy!
As I was walking down the street I began grumbling to myself about the blisters I could feel forming on my feet. I looked around to see if there was a bench nearby. Not seeing one I continued on my way. I needed to sit down and rest for a bit. That's when I first noticed him.
He was walking behind me. AT first I didn't think anything of it. Why would I? Half way back to school he was still behind me. That's when I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach. Fear. I looked at the man again and noticed the expression on his face. Al thought I couldn't really see his face, I could see his eyes and that was all it took. I quickened my pace, not caring that my feet were in agony. I wasn't stupid. I had recognised that look. My breath started to come in little pants as his speed increased. Soon I was running, leaving behind my shoes.
I wanted to cry. Call me shallow, but I really liked those shoes. Channel original. I had no idea how I was going to explain that to my mum. I dragged my mind back from such frivolous thoughts. I could hear the man very close behind me. I could feel my blood start to freeze in my veins from the thought of what he would do to me when he caught me. No! I have escaped for the past 6 years, these are my last months of running, and I couldn't be caught!
That thought made me run faster. I could feel a stitch forming and cursed myself on not staying as fit as I should have. I heard laughter behind me. "You won't get away you know! Sam has been waiting for you, for the last 6 years and I promised him I would get you tonight! He also promised I could have my way with you before I gave you to him" I heard another strange, gagging noise behind me. His laughter. I wanted to puke, what a deranged pervert. I tried running faster, lowering my head to pick up speed, when I felt my toes stub against a tree root.
Why does the heroine always trip on a tree stump! I fell flat on my face, feeling the bark scratch long lines down my neck. Then a heavy weight landed on top of me. Noooo! I wanted to scream, not now! But I couldn't scream. I didn't want to risk involving any passer-bys that might be out and about at this time of night. Instead I tried kicking him, struggling and squirming underneath him. "Keen are we?" he chuckled in my ear.
I finally recognised that voice. I desperately wished it wasn't him. But I had to check.
Tom Phillips. I stopped wriggling immediately, not believing that this guy was the same guy from earlier. It simply couldn't be possible. Yet it was. He grinned and I remembered when that grin had made my heart flutter a tiny bit. "I guess I should introduce myself. My friends call me Tom Phillips. Sam say's you're called Cordelia Parry." He whispered into my ear, breath tickling my neck. It made me want to retch for the second time that night. I started squirming again, but to no avail. Those muscles I had admired in Nicky's were suddenly way too strong for my liking. I remembered that in there I had imagined his arms rapped around me. Now all I could think about was getting them off me.
Unfortunately I wouldn't be able do it by myself. I cursed silently. Why was this happening now? Why? Suddenly I froze when I felt his hand slide down my arm and to the bottom of my t-shirt. That did it. I opened my mouth to scream but his other hand came down. I opened my mouth and tried to bite his hand, all the time feeling his hand run up my skin, coming closer and closer to my bra. When I tried to bite his hand, he simply shut my mouth close by shoving my jaw up.
I felt him run his hands across my bra strap.
What!!!!!! I desperately tried to wiggle free. I felt tears form in my eyes. I was so scared. That's what happens when you're like me. When you're a freak of nature.
My mum couldn't understand when I turned up home in a police car. 3 years in a row. I couldn't tell her why I had been trespassing on so and so's house because they would just put me in the loony bin. I can't remember a time when I couldn't see them. Dead people I mean. I remember at the age of 8 when I had completed my first request. An old lady that had been murdered a few days ago turned up and asked me to tell her son she forgave him. I didn't know others couldn't see them until my 10th birthday when I, according to my brother, had started talking to thin air. At 13, the same day I stopped talking to Pogue, I realised all the people that came to me where murder victims, or suicide victims. Not people who had passed away peacefully, people who had died in pain.
That was how I met Sam. His sister had turned up first, telling me to tell him she forgave him. The next week, his wife turned up. The next couple of weeks I kept my eye on the papers. Sam Goodron featured in every single one. 'Wife found murdered in an ally, sister committed suicide, yet murder not ruled out'. That's what the headlines screamed at me.
At first I didn't want to go see this Sam. But the ghosts wouldn't leave me alone. You can guess what happened next. When I finally went to him as I seriously wanted a good night's sleep without ghosts waking me up he sensed that I knew something about the deaths. Something I shouldn't know. And then the chase began. He knew I wouldn't say anything as the police would ask how I knew he was the murderer, I couldn't exactly say "Well the ghost of his wife and sister visited me and told me to tell Sam they forgave him for murdering them." I wouldn't even be able to finish my sentence before I would be thrown into the mental home. The reason I needed to escape a few more months was because at 18 I would be able to control the ghosts and send them after Sam. I couldn't wait for that day. The day I was no longer weak or helpless.
Suddenly I felt Tom's hand slip under my bra strap. This was it. The end of my life. And I wasn't being dramatic, Sam would definitely kill me when he got his hands on me.
That's when I was blinded. Blinded by headlights.
Someone was about to save me. That some one was ........ what the fuck!!!
Tyler!?!
Hope you enjoyed! Please review, it makes me real happy!!!!!! could you also say if you think this should be a T or M cause i'm not so sure. There might be rape later you see
