A/n: So, here we are. Chapter two. Haha, I wish I had more time to write so I could update this more regularly. But, alas, uni is a heartless mistress.

So, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"The Covenant"

Chapter 02: The meeting of witches

SALEM

AUGUST 5, 20:16 EDT

Hannah was right in front of the theatre, rubbing her arms in an attempt to get rid of the chill that overtook her. "I feel...something…" she muttered "I don't know what it is, but it's wrong. I've been here a thousand times, but I never felt this before." She took a minute, trying to figure out what exactly to do.

On one hand, her magic was never wrong: Kent had to be inside!

On the other, the entire place gave her chills, her insides turning up in panic and anxiety.

In the meantime, Grigor, still located at her shoulder, looked around. His eyes landed on an alleyway and he saw two orbs, glowing red in the dark. A chill filled him and he fluffed up his feathers, emitting a low, threatening sound from his throat.

The girl frowned and raised a hand to calm him down "What is wrong, Grigor?" she followed his eyes to see what had his undivided attention, only to see the most unique cat she ever laid eyes on lurking in the alley nearby. "What a peculiar feline…" she muttered.

At that moment, Grigor took of after the cat. The cat moved swiftly, its red necklace letting out a small jingle as it moved, escaping the clutches of the crow. It arched its spine, trying to make itself look bigger and more threatening, and let out a hiss. Grigor, in return fluffed up his feathers more, letting out threatening caws, practically screaming at the cat.

"Grigor, stop! What are you doing?!" Hannah yelled after him "This is so unlike you!"

The crow took no heed to her words and flew after the cat who nearly escaped his crutches. The feline let out one last hiss before bolting for the ajar door that led inside the theatre. Grigor took no heed and instantly went after it, leaving Hannah behind in the alley.

"What has gotten in to you?!" she let out and went for the door, opening it with difficulty. The hinges were rusted and the trash, dirt and grime that collected on the floor around it kept it from opening smoothly. It took her a few jerky tugs to open the door wide enough for her to pass through. "Grigor!" she whisper-yelled, to no avail. Grigor was nowhere in sight.

Hannah heard the echo of the animals fighting and let out an exhorted sigh, her face scrunching up in a frown. "Goddamit Grigor and you call me the brash one!" she hissed and took of running in the direction where she thought the two animals were.

"Running after cats, what are you, a dog?! Stupid bird…"

The further she went, opening doors, running through hallways, even climbing stairs, the more she started hearing different things. Was that yelling and…screaming? She could have sworn she heard laughter too.

Hannah stopped, her arm resting on the door-frame which led to where she could have swore she heard Grigor, and she turned her head around to look in the direction where the voices came from.

More laughter echoed through the silent theatre.

Almost childlike at first.

The more she listened to it, it sounded less and less like that.

Instead it was sadistic.

An unusual, raspy giggle.

Hannah wasn't even certain at what moment her body turned around to follow the source of that laughter. Her steps were careful, slow, cushioned by the worn-down, red carpet. She came across a delicate looking door, worn down and one corner seemed to have fallen off due to rotting. Hannah placed one hand on it, listening intensely. A voice cried out in pain before the laughter from before sounded once more, full of glee.

The door opened, without a sound, at the slightest push of her hand and she took a few steps. She found herself on the balcony overlooking the main stage of the theatre. Unlike the halls she was just running through, dark and with heavy, dusty air, the stage was bathed in light. The laugh was clear now, slowly dimming in to giggles. In a few steps, Hannah was at the end of the balcony, curious as to see what was taking place onstage.

Electricity filled the air before another painful yell sounded.

The yells of pain belonged to none other than Kent Nelson. He was sitting on a chair located in the middle of the stage, tied down to it tightly, unable to move at all. Next to him stood a man.

Hannah knew him, she knew this man! She was certain of it.

His name…

…his name was…

Abra Kadabra! That charlatan!

Hannahs mind went hazy with rage. She gritted her teeth and quickly outstretched her hand "Wohs mih tahw ti si ekil ot eb deit pu!" her powerful voice echoed, instantly drawing attention from the two men on stage. But before Abra Kadabra had a chance to react in any way, the thick, red drapes that were tied to the side of the stage moved with a life of their own and engulfed him completely. His hands and legs were immobilized and he fell over to the floor with a roar.

Kent Nelson moved his gaze from the fallen faux magician to the balcony "Well this can't be good." He muttered, mostly to himself, when he saw Hannah's form floating in the air, her arms extended to her sides, a violet orb of flame in each hand. She radiated pure rage, violet flames surrounding her. It was never a good thing when Hannah got angry.

"I will show you what true magic is!" she hissed through her teeth. In an instant, she fired one of the fireballs at Abra Kadabra, taking pleasure in the look of fear etched in to his face. He needed to suffer! But her moment of joy was cut short when a new figure jumped up on to the podium, deflecting her fireball away from its target, and instead they sent a red fireball soaring in her direction. Hannah reacted quickly and formed a force field around her, blocking the attack.

When the smoke cleared, her focus was instantly on the newcomer on the stage.

And in that moment, a pair of dark brown eyes clashed with a pair of coal-black.

Hannah narrowed her eyes, examining this peculiar boy. He was tall and slender, sharply dressed and with a very angular face. He had incredibly pale skin and black hair that was styled so it resembled horns. It was her best guess that he was no older than her.

"Step down, little girl~" the boy cooed in a teasing tone "Or else you just might get hurt." with that last word, he fired an array of crimson fireballs at her.

The forcefield she had formed around her took the full blow, the onslaught of fireballs straining it formidably. Hannah panicked; she had not thought that she would come across such a strong magic user. Feeling it was only a matter of time before the forcefield shattered under his animalistic onslaught, she quickly flew down, hiding behind the seats.

"Where are you going? We were just starting to have fun!" a laugh erupted from his lips, chilling her to the bone.

Hannah quieted down, pressing her hands over her mouth. "Klarion, release me so I can murder that little brat!" she heard Abra Kadabra gasp out from his confinement.

"Stop whining, it's pathetic." The boy, Hannah now found out his name was Klarion, mocked the man "Besides, the little girl…" she watched from a crack between the seats as he jumped on to one of the chairs, standing on the backrest "…is mine!"

Hannah could barely hold her voice in when she saw him run a wall of fire between the first and second row. He let out a laugh "Guess you're not here then." With that, he jumped on the chair in the second row. With a flick of a wrist, a wall of fire ran through the second and third row. Hannah, who was hiding behind the chairs of the fourth row, couldn't hold in the whimper when she felt the heat so close to her back.

"Oooh~" Klarion teased "Did I hear a little mouse squeak?" the girl could barely hold in her voice when she felt the wall of fire pass through the row right behind her. She closed her eyes and breathed out an incantation in to her hand. Just as Klarion took a stand on top of the chair against which her back was pressed, her entire body turned translucent. In a blink of an eye, she passed through the chair as if it weren't even there, just in the nick of time to avoid the wall of flame that filled the row where she was hiding.

Her body returned to normal and she was instantly on her feet "Hey!" she called out, her hands just inches away from the boy. Klarion barely managed to turn his head around to see the giant violet orb of flame form in the girls open palms before he was blasted away. He let out a screech as the energy sent him crashing straight through the wall on the opposite side.

"My, my. Did I hear a mouse squeak?" Hannah let out a laugh. Satisfied, she turned around and zoomed across the room, stopping right in front of Abra Kadabras fallen form. The man looked up at her, his eyes wide in terror "Lets see. Who was the little brat you were going to murder?"

"P…please, it was just a joke!" he let out a nervous laugh "I would never hurt a little girl; it was just a joke, of course!" The girl gave him the biggest grin she could muster before delivering a swift kick to his face, knocking the blubbering fool out. At least this way he would be quiet.

"Good to see you as cheerful as ever." She heard Kent chuckle behind her.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? How long have they held you here Mr. Kent?" Hannah bubbled, looking over Kent's exhausted form.

"I am alright. Inza put me through much worse than what those two could dish up on me." The old man let out in a cheerful tone.

Hannah laughed "And it's good to see you haven't lost your sense of humor, Mr. Kent." she looked over the ropes "We have to leave quickly; I'm pretty sure I am almost at my limit. I can feel the bracelets burning me."

"I told Fate those were a bad idea the moment he forced them on you." Kent grumbled. Suddenly, his eyes caught glimpse of something moving behind Hannah "Look out!"

Hannah quickly turned around just to see a giant cat-like creature pouncing at her. She let out a scream, moving her arms in front of her in an attempt to protect herself. But before the fiend made impact, it was tackled from the side by something equally as strong. The cat-creature stood up, a bit dazed from the tackle, and growled at the one who attacked him. Across of it stood a creature resembling a griffin: it had the body of a lion, but instead of having the head and wings of an eagle, they were replaced by that of a crow. The two let out battle yells before charging at one another, clawing and biting and punching.

"Grigor!" Hannah breathed out. She raised her arms, ready to chant out an incantation that would immobilize the cat fiend, but a ball of energy made impact with her side, knocking her forcefully across the floor. Hannah screamed, the burning sensation spreading through her body, the pain setting her every nerve ablaze.

And then it stopped.

It felt like forever.

Just lying there. Hannah knew she was in pain, but for some reason she felt more numb than sore. For what in her head seemed like countless hours, she was unmoving on the floor. Her ears void of any sound, her sight exploding white.

All of a sudden, she gasped for air, feeling as if she was drowning. Oxygen filled her brain and a wave of dizziness hit her like a tornado, accompanied by a loud and irritating ringing in her ears. The sounds that barely reached her ears sounded so far away, miles away. She heard Grigor's pained howl. Almost on instinct, Hannah screamed out his name, hoping for a reply. But none came.

Hannah had enough. She moved her arms in order to get leverage and push her body up of the floor. But that was the moment when pain decided to replace the numbness that previously overtook her body. She let out a scream and fell back down, rippling waves of pain pulsating through her every nerve.

It hurt. Everything hurt. Her head was spinning from the pain alone. And on top of that, she felt her wrists burning.

Somewhere in the back of her head, she cursed out Dr. Fate with every functioning part of her sane mind.

"..e…ll…we…well~" the ringing in her ears started silencing down and she could make out a voice. Hannah tried focusing her eyes as best as she could, but all she could make out a shadow; standing right above her, its arms crossed. The figure crouched down next to her and instantly pain rippled through her scalp; the figure grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up to face them.

She could make out the coal-black eyes and the taunting smirk and recognized them instantly.

Klarion.

"It would seem I found myself a fun toy to play with." He let out almost lovingly. Hannah would have laughed at the thought; if it didn't hurt so much to do so.

Hannah glared up at him, snarling her lips with all the strength she could muster. But it only made Klarion laugh "Spunk." He cackled "I like that."

She wanted to make a snarky remark, make him eat his words, anything. But Hannah could feel herself drifting away from consciousness. The last thing she could remember before completely passing out was his mocking laughter.

A/n: So, Klarion has finally made his appearance! And Kira has shown just how strong her magic can be! But, what is in store for Hannah now? And did Grigor make it out okay? And I bet you are wondering what exactly is the deal with her and Doctor Faith and the animosity she holds for him.

Welp, you're going to have to wait to find out! And like I said in the beginning I'm a college student [an art student, to make it worse], and my free time is scarce. So I can not promise regular updates.