Here's the new chapter guys, hope you like it!

Just so you know Viviane is kind of a sarcastic character, and if you think I'm being sarcastic than I probably am.

I don't own The Covenant, all recognizable characters from the movie are not mine. Viviane is however, and others that you don't know from the movie, like Jo and Derrick.

Chapter 1: Meeting Jo

I stalked through the city silently. My hood was pulled over my brilliant red hair, covering half my face in shadow. My dark jeans helped me blend into the darkness, letting me become the creature of the night that I was.

I stopped suddenly at the mouth of an alley and sniffed the air carefully. My senses were far better than a human's even when I wasn't in Demon mode, and I could smell that something wasn't right in the alley. Carefully I stepped into the alley, my pale blue eyes shifting constantly to absorb everything. I paused once I was a few feet in and sniffed again. Yes there was definitely something wrong here.

The sound of footsteps drew my eyes to the other side of an alley. A tall figure dressed in a long black coat sauntered into the alley, directly towards me. I shifted to the side a bit and watched as the figure shifted direction to follow me. I bared my teeth in something too ferocious to be called a smile. It looked like I found the trouble.

"Hello Viviane. How are you today?" The voice was silky smooth and dripping with innocence and cheer. I didn't trust him one bit.

"Hey. Which one of my father's goons are you?"

The man laughed cruelly, making my hair stand on end. "Now Viviane. Is that any way to treat your rescuer?"

I snorted. "My rescuer? Please, what are you rescuing me from?"

"From that horrible old lady that poisoned you against your father? Everything she told you was a lie Viviane. Honest, your father isn't bad, he just wants to get to know his daughter. He loves you."

I snorted. "Which was why he killed my mother right? Because he's so loving."

"She was trying to keep you away from him. He had no choice but to kill her."

I arched an eyebrow at him even though he couldn't see it. "Oh, so Nana wasn't lying when she told me that? I thought you said that everything she said was a lie?"

The man grimaced at his slip. "Most of what she said was a lie. Obviously some things she said were true."

I rolled my eyes. "Right. Well I'm really getting tired of this small talk so let's get down to business." I crouched slightly and raised my arms in the ready position. "This is the time when I tell you to go away or I'll kill you."

The man laughed. "Oh, is the little princess upset and wanting me to leave? You have to persuade me to leave, love."

I smirked. "Walk away, buddy."

The man laughed. "Make me," he challenged.

"Thrice I say and done," I said using the ancient terms that would bring the pointless arguing to a close. "Scram."

"No."

I smirked and allowed my demon half take over. There's no physical difference between my Demon and myself, except for our eyes. You can always tell what personality I was in by looking into my eyes. My normal eyes are just a plain, pale blue, but my Demon eyes are different. The pupil thins into a slit until they resemble cat's eyes. I've seen the change once in front of a mirror and even I was creeped out and I knew what to expect.

I was always careful not to do it in public. What on earth would I say if I got caught? Contacts? Yeah, that would go over well. Me putting in contacts without even touching my eyes. I could just see some police officer trying to figure out the accusations of my eyes turning to slits and strange things happening. Arg, I didn't even want to think about it.

My eyes turned quickly into the Demon and I gave my father's goon once last smile before flicking my wrist at him. A metal pole that he hadn't noticed flew up into the air and imbedded itself it his chest and pinning him against a wall. He screamed in pain and I took out a water bottle out of my pocket and shook it at him teasingly.

"Hey man, do you know what this is?" I asked as he frantically tried to get the pole out of the wall and his chest. "This is holy water. I've always wondered what would happen if a demon would drink it. Would you like to try?"

The minor demon stared at me in horror as I stepped forward. I used my powers to yank his mouth open and I squirted some down it throat. Then I quickly shut his mouth and plugged his nose, waiting for him to swallow. He smirked at me and didn't swallow it. I glared at him, I had forgotten one tiny, important detail. Demons aren't human—obviously—so he wasn't forced to swallow.

I quickly evaluated my options and shrugged. Swiftly I flicked him in the throat, hard. His eyes bulged out for a second and he was forced to swallow the water as he tried to cough. I quickly released him and he began to burn from the inside out.

The demon screamed piercingly and I winced in pain and covered my sensitive ears as I watched the demon burn to ashes. When there was nothing left I shuddered slightly then walked briskly out of the alley. This was my last night here in Boston, and now that I had dealt with one last demon I was ready to go.

With a sigh I made my way back to my car. After Nana had died I was put into foster care. For the last seven years I've been moving from foster home to foster home. I always put up a mean and snarky front so they wouldn't become attached to me. Anyone close to me my father would use and then kill. I wouldn't let that happen to people who were just being nice.

However, now though those "nice people" were giving me to yet another pair of foster parents. I was moving to Ipswich—wherever that was—to meet with my new foster parents and go to Spencer Academy. Arg, it gave me shudders just thinking about it. I mean there was a uniform. A uniform for goodness sake! Last week I would have said I wouldn't be caught dead wearing a uniform, and now I had no choice. This had to be a new record. I was already beginning to hate my new foster parents and I haven't even met them.

With one last sigh I drove off into the night, wincing at the thought of the tongue-lashing I was going to receive. Despite the many times I've tried to show them that I can take care of myself my foster parents always thought otherwise. Eventually I had given up trying to convince them and moved on to ignoring them. That was probably one of the reasons they were sending me away, but I didn't care. I had built up walls around myself so no once could get it, and I liked it this way.

Honestly I do.

Right.

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"Good bye Viviane. It was nice to know you," my foster mother said kindly as she wrapped me in a hug. I stiffly returned it and mumbled something about it was nice to know there. Of course I didn't put any sarcasm in the words. That wasn't like me at all. Don't look at me that way.

"Don't get into too much trouble," my soon-to-be-ex-foster-father said sternly. "Be nice."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I said as I picked up my tote bag and with one last little wave made my way over to security. I hated these touchy moments and I wanted to get away as soon as possible. I also knew they didn't want me around much longer. Along with my amazing powers with telekinesis I can read minds, and control them at times too, but I generally don't control anyone. I'm not a Death Eater, I have some morals. In any case I could see that they wanted nothing more than for me to leave, so I would consent to their wishes.

I got through security quickly—I really didn't see the point of me going through them. I mean I could blow up the entire plane without anything remotely flammable. But hey, I'm not going to ruin their delusions if they made them feel comfortable—then sat in a chair waiting for my plane to start boarding. While I waited I pulled out my current book, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. It was a fantastic book, one that I have read many times and I love reading it again and again. I had read through a few chapters when someone announced that my plane was boarding. I quickly stuffed my book into my bag and sauntered over to the attendants.

Within minutes I walking down the cramped aisle to my seat, attempting to pass by the others who were trying to get comfortable and stuff their bags in the compartment above their heads. It was awkward to say the least, but eventually I managed to squeeze into my seat by the ally.

I liked the ally seats. I could get in and out of the seats easily, didn't go deaf in one ear because of the air whipping by the window, I had marginally more space, and I was the first to get out. In my opinion it had amazing advantages over the window seat, despite the lack of view. And no I'm not crazy.

The flood of people was slowing to a trickle and still the person who was supposed to sit next to me hadn't shown up. I was beginning to hope that they wouldn't at all when a guy about my age sauntered down the aisle and stopped once he reached me.

"Excuse me," he said politely. "I need to get to my seat."

I nodded and quickly stood to get out of the way. As he settled into his seat I studied him quickly. He was a good-looking guy. About six-foot, broad shoulders, athletic build, dark messy hair, and nice features. He looked like he would belong in a movie as a prince or something. The kind of guy teenage girl would have thanked her lucky stars to meet, but I was wary. You know the movies. Usually the hot guy with supposed good manners turns out to be some psychotic creep out to get the heroine. I would be wary and I would come up with a plan. Such as my plan Omega.

I had used plan Omega many times, usually when there was some annoyingly persistent fool trying to get my number. Plan Omega was as follows: I would ignore him for as long as I was being mostly polite. When I had to I would talk, but in short sentences. Yes or no answers preferred. If that wasn't possible I would make up the answers as short as feasibly possible. A good solid plan on my part. It was fool proof. Most of the time.

"My name is Derrick, what's yours?"

Dang it, he's out to ruin my plan already. "Viviane," I said shortly, pulling out my book hoping that he would get the hint.

"So why you going to Ipswich?"

"Because I feel like it," I said tartly.

He laughed, and I had to admit it was a pretty nice laugh. "I'm moving over there to take care of my dad. I'm going to attend Spencer Academy. What about you?"

"I don't know."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So—"

"Look buddy I'm trying to read," I snarled throwing my plan to the winds. "Can you please be quiet?"

He raised his hands in surrender, but there was a smile on his lips. I snarled wordlessly and continued reading. The rest of the ride was in silence as I completely ignored his attempts to start conversation throughout the ride. I had to admit that I enjoyed ignoring him far more that I should have. Ignoring people had always been one of my talents. When the ride was finally over I continued reading my book until it was my turn to leave then I stood quickly and hurried away, but not fast enough.

"Hey Viviane!"

I closed my eyes and slowly counted to ten before turning around, keeping my irritated mask in place, but making sure my eyes hadn't slipped. "What?" I asked, my voice filled with hostility.

"It was nice to meet you."

"Yeah, whatever," I muttered before hurrying away to claim my luggage.

Once I had my luggage I made my way to the front doors to wait for my ride. I noticed a bench conveniently placed where I could watch the doors and sat down to wait. And wait. And wait. Forty-five minutes later I was silently ranting to myself, checking my watch every minute and staring at the front doors. My premature hatred of my new foster parents rose a few notches and I was sure the scowl on my face was going to be permanently etched on my face.

I was seriously beginning to consider finding my own place and going to a different school when a frazzled looking young woman in her late twenties hurried through the front doors. Her dark gaze swept through the lobby quickly before settling on me. Quickly she hurried over with an apologetic expression plastered on her face.

"Hi, my name is Joanne Walters. You're Viviane right?"

I glared at the woman. "Yes," I said shortly.

"I'm your new foster parent. I'm sorry I'm late. I got the time of your arrival mixed up. I thought it was an hour later. I was planning on being early but when I checked the schedule I realized my mistake so I got here as soon as possible."

"Hmm," I said.

"So shall we go? What do you want me to carry?"

I allowed her to carry my bag of clothes and I carried the bag full of my valuables. I was still fuming inside but I forced myself to be mostly polite. Perhaps strained, but mostly polite.

I followed Jo to her car and after hoisting my heavy bags into her trunk got in. We didn't talk during the drive to her home. She concentrated on driving and I watched the scenery. I had to admit it was a beautiful place. There were lots of trees and the sites that we passed looked really interesting. But I squashed down my curiosity quickly, telling myself that I couldn't become attached. I would probably be leaving soon anyway. After a while we came to an old, run-down house and Jo parked the car.

"Well," she said cheerfully. "Here we are. Home sweet home."

I studied the house critically. In reality it wasn't all that sweet. It was in need of a new paint job, the front lawn was pretty much a mess of weeds, though it did look like someone was waging war against them, making slow but steady progress. The gate in front of the house was rickety and didn't look at all stable, and the tiny front porch was in the same state. Still, it wasn't as if I would have to put up with it for a long time.

"I know it's not the greatest looking house in the world," Jo started to say. "But you know what they say. Home is where the heart is."

I snorted to myself. Right. Well then I guess this wouldn't be my home. For the past seven years I had kept my heart behind a huge impenetrable wall, and I intended to keep it there. No matter what.

I nodded to Jo though, as if I was agreeing, while I picked up one of my bags. Jo grabbed the other one and together we lugged the heavy bags to the house. Jo gave me a quick tour of the house then let me unpack by myself in my new room. For that I was grateful. I really didn't want her asking what all my demon butt kicking kits were. I didn't think the truth would go over well. I mean honestly, what on earth would I say. Oh yeah Jo, that's what I used to burn demons to ashes. Yeah, I go out every night and prowl around in dark alleys looking for evil beings. Uh-huh, right. I think my next stop after that would be a place with padded rooms.

After an hour of getting acquainted with my room and unpacking all my stuff I reluctantly went downstairs and looked around for Jo. I found her in the kitchen cooking hamburgers.

"Hey Viviane. Are you unpacked?"

"Um…yeah." I looked around and seeing her looking kind of frazzled forced myself to be helpful. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Could you se the table for me? It would be awesome if you could do that for me."

I shrugged. "Sure."

Well let me tell you something. Trying to set a table when you have no idea where things are is no picnic. On the plus side I now know where everything from cutlery to pots and pans are. On the minus side it took me nearly half and hour to set the table. Still, it was kind of fun exploring all the nooks and crannies in the kitchen. Perhaps one of these days I would dinner for us.

Whoa, slow down and rewind! Was I just thinking about helping out Jo and doing something…well…nice? I wasn't nice to foster parents. I didn't want to be nice to foster parents. What was wrong with me? Perhaps I was a little tired. Yeah, that had to be it, tired. Why was it sounding so much like I was trying to convince myself?

I shook these thoughts from my mind and concentrated on the dinner that Jo was just now setting on the table. There was mashed potatoes, a pork roast, peas, carrots, juice, water, gravy, and last but not least an apple pie waiting for use on the counter for dessert. I hadn't eaten this good in a long time. Most of my previous foster parents had turned out to be terrible cooks. I hoped the food tasted as good as it looked.

It was even better. After Jo finished saying grace and we filled up our plates I had tentatively taken a bite and was surprised at the flavour and the texture. It was fantastic! I immediately stuffed more food onto my fork and shoved it into my mouth and experienced pure bliss for a moment. I could get used to eating like this.

Jo and I talked little while we ate. Most of it was my fault because of my plan on staying distant and because I had food in my mouth most of the time, but Jo didn't seem at all uncomfortable. Instead she talked about Ipswich and about herself. Just little bits of information that might come in handy every once in a while, nothing to serious. After supper I helped her out with the dishes because I felt slightly guilty about the sheer number of dishes there actually was. Then while I relaxed on the couch in front of the TV she had to ruin everything by giving me my uniform.

I stared at the outfit that Jo was showing me and my jaw dropped open. "Oh my g—"

"Watch your tongue!" Jo exclaimed. "I don't put up with any profanity."

I looked at her calmly and continued lamely. "—goodness. You don't seriously expect me to wear that do you?"

Jo looked at me calmly. "Not only do I expect you to, you have to. It's the dress code at your new school, and you're starting tomorrow. I got all your things for you because I didn't know what you had, so don't worry about that.

I stared at her. "I'm starting tomorrow?"

"Yes. It's Monday tomorrow. You need to get caught up to where the others are at so you have to start right away."

I spluttered for a moment, at a loss for words. I debated trying to convince her to let me go to another school, but one look at her face and I knew it was futile. Grudgingly I snatched the uniform from her hands and stomped off to my room, slamming the door a little harder than necessary.

I chucked the uniform into my closet then quickly dressed for bed. Trying to calm the nerves that were suddenly propping up I read for a couple hours before turning off my lights. Seriously there must be something wrong with me. Oh show me a demon and no problem, I can get rid of it in a blink of and eye. Give me a new school on the other hand and suddenly I am petrified. Yep, there was definitely something wrong with me.

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