A/n: Have an exam in less than a day? Write a new chapter.

Priorities. I has them.

"The Covenant"

Chapter 06: Alone

Time has passed.

It has passed.

So.

Excruciatingly.

Slow.

Hannah let out the most agonizing scream she could muster. She would rather have Klarion zapping her again with his magic than to be subjected to this…

This…

Quiet.

After he had left so dramatically, she healed her self up quickly. He had forgotten, in his anger, the bag full of sweets on the vanity table (she thanked whatever higher force there was for that). Hannah barely contained herself from eating all of them in one go, instead choosing to rationalize the only nourishment she had.

And, after he had left, he didn't come back.

He left her there.

She didn't even know for how long. She had no perception of time whatsoever. But it was long. Too long.

This was one of the worst tortures she could possibly think of.

With each passing moment of this agonizing silence and loneliness, Hannah felt her chest tighten. It was panic overtaking her with every hour, every minute, every second she spent alone.

Hannah didn't do alone.

Hannah couldn't stand alone.

Trying not to hyperventilate, Hannah paced around the room, her right arm going over her chest and gripping her side, her left hand placed on her head. She tried getting her mind off the silence, muttering to herself in a soft voice. Hannah missed Grigor so bad, she missed being able to contact him. He was her eyes, her companion, the gentle presence in her head, even when he was away. But because of Klarion's force-field, he wasn't there.

Her mind would always be echoing with Grigor's murmurs and thoughts.

It felt like a part of her was ripped clean out now that it was gone.

The girl pressed her lips together, a scream brewing in her throat which she tried to hold in. The hand which was placed gently on her head before was now clenched, her nails piercing in to her skull painfully. Hannah couldn't stand this. She hated this. It was horrible! Hannah gritted her teeth and just slammed her back against a wall, her entire body tensing up completely. She let out a small grunt, still trying to hold in the scream threatening to escape her.

But she just couldn't. She just let the scream she has been holding in out; she screamed until she was completely out of breath and her vision started to blur from the lack of oxygen. Before she ran out of breath, she let herself slip down against the wall, on to the floor, her scream slowly turning in to sobs.

Being alone was the scariest thing she ever lived through.

An agitated yell erupted through the theatre.

"He seems a bit…troubled, don't you think?" Kent Nelson let out. Abra looked at the old man and scoffed. "What, are you telling me you're not even the least bit interested what has got the Witch Boy in such a fuss?"

"To be honest…" Abra replied, hearing something crash and break somewhere in the theatre "…I am afraid to ask."

Kent would have laughed, but decided just to smile. He knew exactly what it was that had Klarion in such a fuss.

Or, better yet, who it was.

Elsewhere, the mentioned boy was throwing a tantrum. Screaming and yelling and throwing whatever was near him in to the walls. Four days had passed and he was still angry!

At first, Klarion wanted to think nothing of it. Why would he care if that girl was intended to be Nabu's vessel? He didn't care. Not like she would get the chance to be his pawn anyway; he was going to destroy the Helmet for good! And she wasn't significant for him to waste his thoughts on her anyway! The entire thing was completely stupid; he didn't know why he even reacted like he did in the first place!

But, slowly and surely, he felt his anger bubble up inside him as the thoughts of the girl being Nabu's vessel kept coming back to him.

So much potential, such beautiful, chaotic magic, wasted! The thoughts just kept popping up in his head over and over and over…

Until he just snapped.

Klarion heard Teekl, who has been sitting patiently on the side and watching him go on a tantrum rampage, let out a meow. "I don't care! What makes you think I care!?" he hissed "When have I ever cared about anything!?"

Teekl let out another meow, making Klarion scoff.

"Well I don't! Why should it bother me? The stupid girl wants to be that old farts vessel? Fine! She can go right ahead and do so for all I care!" Klarion crossed his arms just as Teekl responded to him once more "No, I don't!" meow "No. I don't!" meow "Teekl, shut up, you stupid cat! I do not!"

The feline familiar narrowed her eyes, not amused by Klarion's bratty behavior. I mean, sure, she was used to it, but it doesn't mean she approved of it. She sat up and gracefully strode past the now pouting Witch boy, who was keen on ignoring her as best as he could. Teekl flicked her eyes to give him a look, which he, of course, pretended not to notice, before she just disappeared from his sight.

Teekl had to admit, she was curious. The moment she saw the girl and her familiar in the alley, she could feel the energy radiating from them both, making the hair stand up on her back. The girl, Hannah, did indeed have great magical potential. She saw the girl's magic and how it flowed; it would increase tenfold in reaction to her emotions. And she seemed to have a temper that could almost match Klarion's.

Almost. There was no living thing of any realm known that could match the Witch boy's temper.

Her familiar, the crow, was strong. Not many familiars had the ability to change forms like she could, but the bird was able to do so as well; taking the form of some sort of a chimera: a griffin. The damned crow, though, seemed to be so protective over the girl that as soon as he noticed Teekl's presence, he assumed she was hostile and decided to get rid of her.

Birds were quite hot headed creatures, Teekl thought. Must have something to do with that small brain of theirs.

So, with what Teekl had learned about the young witch, she was almost certain that someone with such free-flowing magic and a fiery temper such as hers would never agree to be a vessel for Nabu. Their magic auras were complete opposites!

Hers was much, much more similar to Klarion's.

The feline familiar stood in front of the door leading to the girl's current prison: the dressing room. Getting past Klarion's force field was no hassle; it was only blocking the girl's presence from exiting, anyway.

Teekl was surprised, to say the least. The room was completely trashed! Two out of the three mirrors were broken, the drawers were taken out of the vanity tables and thrown against walls, their shatters scattered all over, and the old make up was pushed off the tables in a rush. The drapes, which were loosely hanging on the walls as some form of decoration, were ripped and spread over the floor. The one dressing cabinet was pushed over and now lying on its front.

She wouldn't have even found the girl if it wasn't for the soft sound of sobs coming from under the drapes on the floor. Teekl saw a human-sized, shuddering lump, muttering out unintelligible words under the dusty, grey textile.

When she got closer, she could make out the words "not alone" muttered in a soft whisper. Teekl tipped her head to the side curiously, before she found the edge of the fabric and slithered in beneath.

"I'm not alone, I'm not alone, I'm not alone, not alone…" Hannah mumbled, the sound of her own voice making her feel at least a bit safer.

The girl inhaled sharply when she felt something nuzzle her fingers. Hannah frowned and moved her hand, feeling something fluffy under it. She moved the covers a bit, some light still flowing through the fabric, and saw Klarion's familiar, staring at her with its clever eyes. "It's you…" she muttered "…you're…that boy's familiar." Hannah pulled her hand back, wiping on her eyes rigorously "What do you want? Did he send you here?"

Teekl seemed a bit offended, narrowing her eyes at the girl, before moving up to Hannah and nuzzling her head against her hand once more.

Hannah suddenly relaxed and lied back down on to the floor, letting herself pet the feline. She didn't care anymore. The cats presence made her feel just a little bit more secure.

And Teekl could barely contain a snicker when a devious plan came crawling in to her brilliant mind.

Klarion, who hadn't even noticed his familiar disappeared, decided to stop pouting and let off more steam.

But, before he could manage to lay destruction on anything else, the Witch boy was frozen in his tracks. A sudden pleasurable sensation filled his body, starting from the top of his head and moving down his spine.

The hell!?

Klarion put a hand over his mouth when he felt a moan threaten to escape his throat.

What in the world was going on?!

He looked around, having a hard time to concentrate (it just felt so good!) and finally noticed the disappearance of his feline friend.

"Teek-!" Klarion tried to growl, but was interrupted mid-sentence when a strangled moan escaped his throat. He gasped and covered his mouth again. That feline fiend! How could she do this to him?! It took Klarion exceptional concentration to walk straight, the sensation never stopping. In fact, Klarion was certain it was only growing stronger. The Witch boy let out a gasp when he felt it run down the nape of his neck, moving to his jaw, invoking goose bumps everywhere. He actually had to put his hand on a wall near him in order to steady his posture.

It took him a longer amount of agonizing [-ly pleasurable] time than he would have wanted to finally pinpoint and get to where Teekl was.

Klarion slammed open the door leading to the dressing room, the culprits that caused this horrible thing to happen to him caught red-handed!

That…that girl was sitting on the floor, with his familiar seated in her lap.

He was fuming! How dare they?! Teekl betrayed him, and that silly girl was to blame! "TEEKL!"

Hannah, who was quite confused by the enraged witch boy, blinked a few times, her hand unconsciously continuing to pet the cat in her lap.

She was even more confused when the aforementioned boy, who was marching towards her angrily, suddenly fell over to the floor, covering his mouth in an attempt to stop himself from making any sound.

The hell?!

Thankfully for Klarion, her state of confusion caused her to seize all movement. He thanked all the higher deities for this and got back to his feet, finally closing the distance between them. He reached out his hand and swiftly snatched Teekl by the scruff of her neck, away from the evil offender.

"Hey!"

"You little fiend!" Klarion hissed, ignoring the protesting girl "You did that on purpose!" Teekl didn't reply vocally, but Klarion still seemed enraged "Don't give me that smug look! You know exactly what you did!"

"…excuse me…?"

"No, it wasn't funny! You put me through pure torture, you stupid cat!"

"Hey, Klarion!"

"What?!"

Klarion snapped his head towards the girl who was still seated on the floor. But, as soon as his attention was on her, he froze up all over again. No, he wasn't affected by her disarrayed hair, or her red nose and swollen eyes. He could care less that she was crying up a lake. The thing that caught him off guard was when he saw her hand moving up, her limb fingers moving the blond strands of hair out of her eyes.

For a second, he swore he could feel the same pleasurable sensation from before, the memory of soft hands running through his hair, across his neck and down his spine as vivid as when it happened just moments ago.

Hannah, on the other hand, was having the most confusing five minutes of her life. Right now, the witch boy in front of her, who was just yelling at his feline companion, all of a sudden froze up at the sight of her, a distinct red hue creeping up his neck and over his cheeks.

And then, as quickly as he came, he left again. Even faster! He literally flew out of the room, letting the door slam behind him.

What. The hell?!

Outside, Klarion had his back pressed against the closed door, his breathing erratic, Teekl held firmly in his hands, looking as smug as ever!

"Teekl." the boy started, finally getting his breaths under control "If you even think of completely opening up our mental link when someone is petting you, I swear I am going to stop feeding you for a week!"

A/n: hahhaa, oh man, I'm so sorry. The chapter started out with such promise in angst. Yet I turned it around completely. Teekl and Klarion share a strong link, Teekl being practically his other half, his other set of eyes. The idea of this made me wonder how far their connection could go; as in, what would exactly be able to transfer through their mental link. Maybe even physical sensations…?

Anyway, thank you for reading! Please be sure to leave a review if you're up for it!