Author's Note: I really wanted to get this chapter up before I take a super long brake. I leave for Australia tomorrow and won't be back in the states till July 7. I won't have too much time to write when I get back because of work, but I will find a way. I had writers block for a while on this story and it's been streaming through very well for a while now and I don't want to ruin it. I used the official Covenant site for some of the facts in this chapter. I keep using that site for little things here and there and you all should really check it out. Reviews of encouragement are greatly appreciated because they let me know that writing this thing is actually worth my time. And one more thing (I promise) as I was writing this chapter The Covenant theme song More Human Than Human by White Zombie came on the radio and that made me happy.

So enough with my ramblings! On with Chapter 5!

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A long and beautiful stretch was accompanied with some eye rubbing before I dared to open them. The ceiling before me was simply captivating. An imitation of the night sky was painted above me with the names of the constellations written in an old looping script. I examined my mystery room a bit closer.

A black and blue theme was evident. Again, I found myself snuggling into a very comfortable king size bed. The headboard was decorated with intricate carvings of a hunting party, complete with horses and dogs. Nymphs peaked at the men, playfully, from the trees.

As I shifted beneath the cotton blue and black striped comforter, the feeling of silk creeping up my legs alerted me to my attire. At some point I had been changed into a white silk nightgown with thin straps and a plunging neckline. This disturbed me slightly, but not enough to get too alarmed.

No light tried to push its way through the bay window. I assumed it must be very late because there was no noise in the mansion. I only assumed I was currently in one only due to the large scale of the room; plus it had been the Covenant I last saw.

I decided to go on a search for a bathroom. Nature was beginning to make it's call and my mouth had that gross dry feeling.

There were three doors, one on each wall without the window to choose from. The first proved to be a large walk in closet and the second produced the needed results. The black and blue had continued into the private bathroom with a black marble tub and sink; the floor was tiled with varying shades of blue glass.

After accomplishing my first very needed task, I found a tube of toothpaste by the sink and used 2my finger to scrub my teeth. I starred at the tub with its glass sliding door and silver shower head. A large fluffy blue towel hung on the towel rack.

"Oh why the hell not? I'm here aren't I?" I said to no one in particular and proceeded to take off the nightgown.

I only showered quick enough to mostly rinse off, well, that was what I had planned on anyway. Instead, I had let the hot water soothe my aching muscles and lathered a woody scented soap all over my body. The scent was relaxing yet familiar. After, I had slowly towel dried my body and hair and had put back on the sleazy nightgown. I starred at the foggy mirror, trying to remember what caused my blackout. Slowly, the memories came to the surface. Somehow, Armond had been controlling my mind. A demon? There's just no way. But haven't I already dealt with some odd things before? Why can't this just be added to my steadily growing list?

I stepped out of the bathroom, "Oh great," I crossed my arms over my chest and suddenly was aware of my lack of a bra as I entered the room. Reid was sprawled on the bed giving me a mischievous smile. He was only dressed in a white t-shirt and plaid boxers.

"Your room I'm guessing," I wasn't liking this situation.

Reid sat up, "I hope you approve. Oh, and before you ask, my mother had the maids change you. Even though that's a task I would have proudly done myself."

"I'm sure you would have. So is it safe to assume you want an explanation for last night?"

"You mean two nights ago. That's how long you were out. We can save the explanations for when the rest of the guys come over," Reid took a slow look at my body.

I cleared my throat and focused my attention on the mounted display cases beside me. I heard Reid move to stand beside me, but I did not dare to look at him.

"That revolver belonged to my fifth or sixth Great Grandfather Hutchins Garwin. It was rumored that in 1877 he killed a whole heard of buffalo with only that gun. The medallion beside it is a Navy Cross given to my great Uncle Randolph for disabling the Nazi's Geist-Gruppa."

I studied to the tow relics before me, "Fascinating. You really seem to know your history. That's a good thing."

"I also have a some-sort-of-cousin by the name of Bernard who was banned from Las Vegas."

I turned to Reid who was already starring intently at me, "Las Vegas? How does one accomplish this?"

"You get 12 million dollars from the Arabesque Casino, that's how," Reid stated matter of factly.

I decided not to touch the subject of just how he got a hold of the money. I could hear rain begin pound on the roof just as a thunderclap resounded, "Are we on the top floor?" I asked.

"Actually, we are in the South Tower." He chuckled at my confused look, "My home was built to resemble a small castle and I got one of the towers as my room because I like my privacy." He took a step toward me and hesitantly extended his hand toward my head. When I didn't move, Reid grabbed my blue streak of hair, still slightly damp, and twirled it in his fingers, "My favorite color."

"Gee, I never would have guessed," I stated sarcastically.

As my hair fell from his hand, Reid stroke the side of my face with his fingers. He then gently brushed his thumb across my lips and a shiver pulsated down my spine as my heartbeat became a deafening rhythm.

We both were not expecting what came next. Our lips met as I threw myself at him. My arms were wrapped around him and one hand snaked its way through his soft hair. Reid certainly did not resist. His hands quickly found and cupped my breasts. This caused a fire to erupt some where deep inside which threatened to consume me, no, us.

My mind raced wildly. Here I was acting like a sex deprived nymphomaniac while my sisters murderer was still at large and a demon king wanted me as his queen. But all thoughts quickly ceased the moment his tongue plunged into my mouth.

Warning bells should have awoken my common sense as the nightgown crept further and further up my thigh. But regret never crossed my mind as the bed grew nearer. I just hope would not be singing a different tune in the morning.