All recognizable Covenant characters, places, and events belong to Sony Pictures and its affiliates. I am making no money from this endeavor. As for any original content: Any likeness, similarities, and resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, and events are unintentional and purely coincidental.
A grateful thank you to Misty Glow for permission to use some of the plot devices in the initial chapter(s). Her fic, "Age of Temptation" is a great inspiration.
This chapter contains…delicate situations involving sex. It's what I would call a grey area when it comes to consent. If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual assault, please to not hesitate to get help. For more information, please go to RAINN .Org
Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own.
It was the first week in December and a little under two months since the revelation of the cure. Life had returned to normal for the Sons and they almost forgot the plan to bring a witch into their lives.
At least, Caleb wanted to forget but his mother would not let the issue go. They had been fighting more than ever and Caleb almost missed the nights where his mother would be sloshed by the time he returned home from school and swim practice; at least then he could avoid her since she would be too intoxicated to follow him. Evelyn's new found sobriety had her hands in everything regarding his life. She was active in the PTA, the board of trustees, and his relationships. He had made the mistake of trying to get his mother to accept Sarah as part of his life but after two dinners with stilted conversation and thinly veiled disdain on his mother's part, he decided to never take Sarah around the manor or his mother ever again.
The Danvers matriarch had made it clear that she didn't trust the blonde and repeatedly told him he was making a mistake by choosing to be with someone outside their circle. She didn't want to let Sarah in on the secret of the cure and Caleb sure as hell wasn't going to do so either, so Evelyn had figured out another way to alienate his girlfriend; she went after Sarah's lack of family connections and wealth. He knew his mother wasn't that superficial but he couldn't refute it without explaining why his mother was being so hostile. He resented his mother for forcing him to blatantly lie to his girlfriend about why his mother didn't like her. He felt stuck in a corner and trapped; it wasn't a feeling he was used to and he didn't like it at all. It caused many fights between mother and son; Caleb was to the point of considering moving into the dorms come next semester and it seemed the best solution.
He knew it would hurt his mother's feelings if he moved out, especially since he would be going to college in the fall. But he was just too tired to keep fighting with her about a witch that may or may not cure the aging caused by power use. Despite his self-control, the power was too much for him to contain. He held back from use but when he was stressed, and he was a lot lately, the power would come out on its own. While he was a man of few words and it was uncharacteristic of him to raise his voice, his powers would manifest the ire he felt; there were many broken antiques in his house that testified how fed up he was with his mother.
It wasn't just the power use that was draining him; it was the willpower and physical exertion it took to not use his powers. It was a challenge to contain it and he always felt like he was pushing up against an unstoppable force. He felt it under his skin, aching to get out. He felt jittery and couldn't keep still. He tried to let all the pent up energy out through physical activities, both swim and consummating his relationship with Sarah. The smart blonde was all too happy at first by his constant attention but making love to her never seemed to be enough. As their physical relationship progressed and the more he kept his powers in control, the less control he seemed to have in the bedroom. As with his mother, his powers manifested when his emotions ran high.
As Caleb sat in American Government before class started, he blushed at the memory of his last sexual encounter with his girlfriend.
The two teen lovers were in Caleb's room at the Danvers' mansion. Thankfully his mother was out of town, so they didn't need to sneak around.
Sarah had come with the intention to study but Caleb had other ideas. As soon as she walked into his room, he immediately captured her lips in a heated kiss. She instantly embraced him and returned his kiss, trying to keep up with his fervor.
Caleb wasted no time in disrobing them both as he tried to keep as much skin to skin contact as he could. Sarah grew wet by her boyfriend's attention, as she had grown accustomed to his seemingly insatiable sexual appetite. They both fell onto his massive California King bed, with Caleb falling onto his back and Sarah straddling him. He quickly turned them over as he never liked for her to be on top, he was the one in control and it was going to stay that way.
Caleb's senses were focused only on Sarah as he was desperate to release the pent up energy bubbling inside him. Even after a rigorous training session and being exhausted, he still felt agitated and needed a release. The normally polite and courteous Caleb was gone and in his place was pure need. He thought his need was for Sarah but his body knew differently. Even after hours of sex with his pretty blonde girlfriend, he never seemed to be satisfied. Despite knowing there was something missing from their lovemaking, it was better to get temporary relief than none at all.
The dark haired teen couldn't wait any longer and he thrust into Sarah and reveled in the tight heat. She wasn't quite ready for his massive girth and winced slightly at the feeling of being stretched and invaded. She was used to her boyfriend's enthusiasm and quickly adjusted, still trying to keep pace. Her initial discomfort was speedily replaced with the delicious friction of him being inside her. Her hands traveled down his expansive shoulders and his muscled back, enjoying the feeling of his strength and the warmth he emanated.
Caleb closed his eyes and his head settled into the crook of her neck as he set his rhythm, pumping in and out of her. Soon it wasn't enough and his motions got faster and more erratic. He needed release; he needed more than what Sarah could offer him but he was determined get it from the blonde anyway. He grew frustrated with the girl below him; her attempts at matching his pace had started to throw his own movements off. They were not in sync despite her best effort and without thinking, Caleb grabbed her by her waist to hold her still and let him do the work.
"Caleb, baby. Slow down," Sarah panted out, noticing what was happening. He ignored her request as he was too concentrated on the task at hand. She didn't protest any further as she was enjoying herself and all the pleasure her boyfriend created but his forceful bedroom personality slightly intimidated her.
Her boyfriend went from caring and sweet to dominating and aggressive. At first she thought these traits were kind of hot, and he always left her well satisfied and drained by the end of their lovemaking but his behavior got more and more intense as time went on.
The angle he was thrusting into her hit the perfect spot and despite her concern, she was lost in haze of bliss. A tension started to mount in her as he kept thrusting in and out of her. She started to forget how forceful he was, she just wanted him to keep moving within her.
Pain started to invade her euphoria and it was coming from the tight grip he had on her hip. She was fighting against his control and he was determined to keep her in place.
All Caleb could think about was finding his own release and if he had been in his right mind he would have been appalled at his selfishness. But everything was in a fog; the only thing he could fixate on was finding respite to the chaos that raged inside him. Tightness started to build in his stomach and he knew he was close to the heady rapture that came with release.
Unbeknownst to him, his power manifested around him; random objects around his room started to float and swirl around the two lovers.
Sarah could no longer ignore the apprehension that grew inside her. With his rough treatment and his power going out of control, she had to stop and take a break.
"Baby, you're starting to hurt me, let up a little. Please," she tried talking him down. When it seemed as if he didn't hear her, she started to push him away to get his attention.
In his mindlessness he took her rejection of him as loss of control. He instinctually fought to take it back. He took his hands and held them above her head, reasserting his dominance. His movements became quicker and harder, his powers swirling around them in a tempest.
"Ow…Caleb! You're hurting me," her voice becoming desperate as things quickly escalated out of control.
It seemed as if she was finally getting to Caleb and he raised his head to look at her and slowed his movements.
She let out a frightened scream as she saw his eyes were a demonic black. She hadn't seen the power take hold of him in such a way and its intensity frightened her. She had flashbacks to when Chase had kidnapped her and knocked her out.
Seeing how frightened Sarah was of him and her screamed finally broke through to Caleb as he realized what he was doing. He immediate detached from her and got as far away from her as he could. He nestled himself in a corner, a look of complete horror and shame at what he had done.
"Oh God, Sarah…I'm so sorry," he croaked out, on the verge of tears. He couldn't look at her, he was so ashamed of his actions and how he let himself lose control.
Once Sarah had calmed down and saw how apologetic Caleb was, she realized that part of it was his power's fault. She knew that the gentle and soft spoken teen would never intentionally hurt her and she rationalized that sometimes things got out of hand.
"Caleb, it's ok. Things just got a little out of control…and you stopped when I asked you to, that's what is important."
The dark haired warlock knew his girlfriend was trying to comfort him which made him feel even worse. She didn't deserve that type of treatment and he hated that he could ever be that sort of man.
The blonde tried to lay a comforting hand on her troubled boyfriend but he shied away from her touch, afraid he'd only hurt her more.
"I think you should go," Caleb said without looking at her, as a sick feeling gorged inside his stomach. He felt like he was the worst person in the world and nothing she could say would make him feel otherwise.
Sarah was distressed because she wanted things to be right between them but she knew better than to try to talk to him at the moment. Something significant just happened, something that shouldn't have and there was nothing that could make it right. So she quietly and quickly got dressed and left the manor. The family butler, Wheatly, would drive her home and Caleb took a hot shower to try to wash away the shame of his actions.
Caleb still felt terrible about that night and despite Sarah's insistence that they forget it, he could not. He treated her very gently since then and spoiled her rotten in front of the school populace to try to make it up to her. She ate up the attention and let him indulge her with every romantic gesture in the book. For about a week he had bought out the local flower shops, supplied her with chocolates to last a year, and treated her to nice dinners instead of the usual cafeteria fair. She had forgiven him but he hasn't forgiven himself. He didn't trust himself to make love to her again, so he dove further into his studies and swim practices to distract him from the power that grew inside him daily.
Luckily for him, Sarah was OK with taking a break from sex and concentrating on her own studies. Mid-terms had come and went; now they were gearing up for finals and the Christmas season. There were also college applications to complete and recommendation letters to request. There was plenty for them both to do that did not include sex.
The eldest Son still had several minutes before class began so he decided to take out last night's homework and proof it again despite having done so three times the night before. He liked his work to be perfect because he was an excellent student who earned his grades rather than rely on the "bys" the other athletes in the school took or the paid ones the other wealthy students bought. He never wanted anyone to doubt his merit so all the work he turned in was his own and he never once cheated on a test.
So in the middle of proof-reading his essay, he suddenly felt the hairs on his neck stand and goose bumps appeared all over his body. He was very aware of a presence on school grounds and it was not his brothers Using. His instinct told him to go to the windows and he followed without question. When he looked through the frosted window, he saw a white UHaul van and a quad of people he had never seen before. Spencer was a small school that catered to the wealthy in the Ipswich and Boston area, so he knew every student at least in passing. He had the urge to skip class and go outside; for a split second nothing else mattered in the world to him but he quickly gained his bearings. It took all his will power to deny himself to investigate. The silent siren song was mesmerizing as he ached to meet the girl he knew was outside. If he had any doubt about the passage's authenticity, it was soon erased by the pull he felt.
There were two pre-teens, an adult male, and a small child about five or six standing in front of the dorm entrance. Caleb assumed they were the witch's family and they were helping her move as evidence of the boxes they were unloading and organizing in front of the dorm steps. He didn't see the witch and that was what he was most interested in...for the others he told himself; never for himself because he was committed to Sarah.
"Come on...where are you? Come outside." he told no one.
"No one" was listening because from the door came out a girl with sunglasses, a bright pink Himalayan hat, and a very puffy parka. The girl was out of place because while it was December, it was only thirty degrees outside and a native would not have needed such heavy clothing. He stared holes into the girl, trying to will her clothes away but without using his powers, curious to see what was under all her clothing.
"Look at me," he thought towards her, not realizing it might actually work.
As if she could hear him, she faced the window he was at and he was startled enough to back away and return to his seat. His heart pumped quickly and loudly, resonating in his ears.
He forced himself to calm down and his phone buzzed in his pocket. He picked up his grey cell and saw that it was Reid.
Wat the hell was that?
Caleb knew the blonde had felt the witch's presence as well and didn't know what it was. They had all agreed to notify each other right away if they felt something was off; ever since the incident with Chase, they didn't want to leave things unsaid and risk taking the time to keep out of the ordinary things to themselves. He got two more texts along the same line as Reid's from Pogue and Tyler. He sent a mass text to them all stating,
It's the girl...she's here
wat do we do?
Reid was looking for guidance and Caleb had no idea what to tell him. How does one go about meeting their destiny?
Hannah Takalua was not one for heavy lifting. She had an IQ of 165 but no upper body strength to speak of; she felt because of her intelligence it excused her from developing muscles. So it was times like moving she really appreciated having a strong father and younger brothers.
"Jeez Han, what do you have in here? Bricks?" Jonah griped as he carried the third insanely heavy box to her single bedroom dorm.
"They're my science books, don't drop them," she replied.
"How is it that you have so much stuff?" her second youngest brother Elijah complained as well.
"I have a lot of books...and gaming systems...and DVD series. I need all this stuff...don't judge," she said defensively suddenly feeling the need to justify her horde.
"You seriously 'need' all these dolls and wall scrolls?" Jonah asked incredulously as he began to go through her stuff under the guise of "unpacking."
"Stop going through my stuff brat!" she playfully told her younger brother and started to mock fight him. "And they aren't dolls, they're collectible figurines."
"Whatever makes you feel better about being a sixteen year old that plays with toys, Hanny"
The two siblings playfully poked and prodded each other not being very productive until they heard,
"Stop it," the stern voice of their father called out gravely.
The six foot patriarch of the Takaluas entered Hannah's private room and placed the last of his daughter's boxes on her extra-long twin bed. The two siblings straightened up immediately in the presence of their stern father but smiled secretly at each other when he wasn't looking.
The family then helped Hannah unpack her belonging and place them where she wanted. It took almost two hours but the genius was finally happy with how everything was situated.
"Thank God, we're finally finished. I think it's a good thing you don't have a roommate because I don't think they would be able to stand your OCDness," Jonah commented.
Hannah knew he didn't mean to be cruel so she stuck out her tongue and made a face.
"Whatever, I deserve my own room after looking after you brats," Hannah replied.
"I'm not a brat Hanny, I'm a good boy," Asher, the youngest clarified to his sister.
"Yes you are Ash. I'm sorry for lumping you in with those two louts," she referred to Jonah and Elijah.
Suddenly the youngest member of the family launched himself at Hannah in a big hug; at five years old he only came up to her hips.
"I'm going to miss you Hanny," Asher said with tears in his eyes, and his bottom lip quivering slightly.
Hannah melted at the sight of her brother and almost wished she wasn't leaving; but being on school grounds she got an instant feeling of belonging. She couldn't explain it but it was an almost buzzed feeling under her skin that told her she was where she needed to be. Normally she ignored those types of gut reactions and intuition as illogical fallacies but the feeling was so great she made the exception.
She was slightly worried when she first got there that she had audio hallucinations. She heard someone tell her to "Step outside" and to "Look at me." She compulsively did as she was told but forced herself to get control and ignore any further instructions from things that weren't there.
"Awww…Ash I'm going to miss you too. But I'll be home in three weeks for Christmas and it'll be the best one yet."
"But I'm scared of our new house. It's too big and there're monsters."
"Sweetie, remember the PowerPoint presentation I showed you about how all of mainstream monsters weren't real and there isn't anything to be afraid of?"
The five year old nodded and still didn't look assured. Hannah thought for a moment on how to comfort her brother and since an extensive presentation and logic didn't work she tried another tactic.
She grabbed a figure from her collection and knelt down so she was eye to eye with her little brother.
"OK Ash, remember the TV show we watch together? With the time traveling Dr. and his companions?"
Asher nodded his head and stared wide eyed at the doll.
"Well this is his ninth incarnation. He survived the Time War against the Daleks and only surviving Time Lord which means he's super tough. He's fought pretty much fought every type of mythical creature and won. So think he'll be a good guardian?"
Little Asher enthusiastically nodded and took the doll with great glee. Hannah thought seeing her little brother smile and feel safe was more than worth it to have a missing component to her collection…at least for the couple of days it'll take her to order a new one shipped to her.
"Hey, that's not fair. How come he gets something cool?" Elijah whined with Jonah nodding his head in agreement.
Hannah rolled her eyes but gave into their imploring eyes.
"OK fine, you guys can pick something from the collections but nothing electronic. Don't even think or look at the Alienware."
The two adolescent males immediately looked around the room for swag they wanted and quickly found items they always secretly coveted.
"Ah Jonah, the Horde Crest wall scroll; nice. Represent with pride and DO NOT hack into my account and take my stuff."
The younger sibling smiled impishly and Hannah knew she was going to have to change her password to her World of Warcraft account...again.
Elijah had chosen one of her more prized possession and she wasn't about to give it up without a fight.
"Hold on there, that uses electricity. Drop it."
"No, you said not to pick an electronic; this uses electromagnetism and isn't considered an electronic device."
The novelty he had chosen was a Golden Snitch replica that used electromagnetic technology to gravitate on a platform.
"Articulate the difference," Hannah said, challenging her brother. He was correct but she wanted to make sure he knew why he was correct and wasn't just guessing or using rhetoric to win an argument.
The second youngest took a deep breath and plainly stated,
"Electronics deal with electrical circuits and involve active electrical components whereas electromagnetic devices such as this deal with forces that cause the interaction between electrically charged particles. The Snitch has no circuits, tubes, etc…it is gravitating due to repelling magnetic forces."
Hannah smiled because her little brother made a well formed argument and stated the facts, but he wasn't completely right and she wasn't about to lose her Snitch.
"Nice try but you forgot that while the Snitch is levitating because of magnetic forces, there is a circuit in the base that senses the position of the Snitch and keeps it in place. If it goes to low it increases the current and if too high, decreases. So it's an electronic device, put it back, and pick something else."
Elijah huffed at losing such a treasure but his sister outwitted him and quickly chose something else. He settled on one of her favorite plushies and she whined,
"Oh come on! Not my facehugger plush."
Elijah ignored her and put the stuffed alien toy on his own face, mimicking being attacked.
"Anything else you need to do Hannah?" Mr. Takalua asked, getting back to business.
"Umm…I need to register my meds with the nurse's office and then we can grab lunch. My schedule and maps of the school I can download and print later."
"Gawd, this place had its own map?" Jonah asked incredulously. He couldn't imagine a school so big that it needed directions.
"Yeah, the gifted classes have their own wing and side of campus."
"Oh that's good, they separate all the geeks from the rest of the school. I wouldn't mind going here."
"Whatever brat, they don't allow trolls here…it's a respectable place."
"Can't be too respectable if they let you in."
"Enough," Mr. Takalua interrupted the bickering siblings.
"Hannah," he turned to speak to his eldest and only daughter. "I'm trusting you to be good here. You're going to be far away from home in a strange place. And we both know I'm not too thrilled with the co-ed living situation. Boys are not to be trusted and I want to give you this,"
He handed her a black and yellow gun-like device and Hannah's eyes bulged as she realized what her dad gave her.
"A tazer dad? Really?"
"It's just a precaution. Boys only want one thing…" Mr. Takalua trailed off, not comfortable speaking of such things in front of his impressionable younger offspring or being blunt with his daughter. He knew she knew what he was trying to say and knew his rules.
"Yeah, got it dad. Boys are the devil. No need to worry…" Hannah trailed off herself because it was never something she could talk about with her strict Catholic father. She didn't have any qualms about sex (mostly because she didn't see the big deal and had no experience) and felt it was a moot subject since males didn't seem interested in her in that way.
"No one wants to nail a girl who can beat them in Halo and knows the Krebs Cycle by heart…unfortunately," she thought derisively to herself.
"And no staying up all night on that Playbox Nintendo either. I want you to stay on top of your studies."
"Come on dad, I never actually fell behind and one little episode…"
"You went into a sleep deprived psychosis and defaced the school mascot."
"That was one time and I thought he was a Tauren betraying the Horde and attacking the school."
Mr. Takalua rolled his eyes because he knew she was talking about some gaming nonsense that he didn't understand. He only allowed her to participate in such "time wasting" activities because it kept her away from dating; if she was more interested in playing games than cavorting with teenage boys, then he wasn't going to stop her.
"Either way, I don't want a phone call from school telling me to collect you or that you've been slacking off."
"You won't, Sir."
The family headed out to the nurses station and then to lunch.
Little did Hannah know she was being sought after as she left with her family.
A/N: So I went into a writing frenzy and the chapter took on a life of its own. I didn't want to overwhelm you guys with a 7k+ word chapter so I split it up into two. Yeah that's right…I Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows movied your asses. lol!
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