A/n: I can't believe I finally managed to find a bit of free time to write! Haha, this is amazing!

Sorry for the long wait though. I am going to give you a little treat for waiting so long, also as a New Years/Christmas gift as well.

"The Covenant"

Chapter 08: I hate you

"Mama!"

Tiny arms reached out for a young woman. The woman's features were blurred, but her bright smile was clearly visible. She turned around and opened up her arms in a welcoming manor.

"Baby girl~"

A childish giggle echoed.

Before the child could reach her, the woman was enveloped in flames. The world turned from pale, pastel colors to black and crimson.

"…ma…mama?"

The woman was nowhere in sight. There was nothing but fire and darkness, the air filled with distant, muffled screams.

"MAMA!"

Hannah awoke with a scream, throwing her head back. Before she could even realize where she was, she could only recognize the sensation of falling, her scream cut short when she landed on the ground quite painfully.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she moaned out, coughing violently as she turned to lie on her side, letting out a pained moan. It took her a few moments to recognize the pain soaring in her wrists "Oh God, why are they burning?!"

The young witch was snapped out of her half-dazed stature when she heard raspy, almost hysterical laughter not so far away from her. Hannah, immediately recognizing who the laughter belonged to, managed to sit up [albeit with some difficulty] and glared at the offender. "Klarion!"

Indeed, floating in mid-air, with his legs crossed, was Klarion, laughing uncontrollably. Next to him was Teekl, lying on top of the dresser and looking quite amused. Hannah scoffed at Klarion's laughter. He was probably laughing at her at her. Probably at how "gracefully" she had fallen.

Yup, probably.

Which brought Hannah to another trail of thoughts.

"What are you doing, Witch Boy!?" she hissed "Are you now torturing me in my sleep as well!? How low!"

It took Klarion a few seconds to recompose himself, though his amusement was still more than obvious on his face, the grin etched on to his lips "Don't blame me, this is completely of your own fault~" he sing-songed, chuckles still escaping him. Hannah gave him a look, not really believing him, so Klarion continued "I came in only a few minutes ago; you were already in deep sleep and high up in the air." He rested his chin in the palm of his hand "It seems you have more trouble controlling your magic than one might think~"

Hannah gritted her teeth "No way! You're lying!"

He shrugged, still amused "If you don't trust me, look at your bracelet."

And, indeed, the girl moved her gaze down to inspect her wrists. The burning, it wasn't just her half-asleep self hallucinating. They really were giving off a faint glow; her wrists were pulsating in pain. Hannah felt her lip twitch up in annoyance. "Goddamit…" she clenched her fists, holding them to her chest "Goddamit…"

"This is all your fault!" Hannah stood up, pointing an accusing finger at the boy.

Klarion felt the end of his lip twitch up in a snarl "My fault?!" Teekl bobbed her head from one to the other, amused by the show.

"Yes, your fault!" she has paced around the room "Why did you have to come!? Why did you have to even appear!?" Hannah flared "Mr. Nelson and I had it great, just us, without anyone! It was peaceful and nice, and I was making so much progress…"

Klarion watched, amused by her anger, as she made circles around the room, turning around and moving her arms around to further emphasize her point. "Progress?" he almost laughed "Progress in what, exactly? Progress in becoming someone completely boring?"

She stopped and turned around, her eyes burning with rage "Progress in becoming normal!"

He sneered "Like I said. Boring."

Hannah gritted her teeth, her body moving on her own accord. She wasn't even aware of how quickly she moved right in front of Klarion, or how her arms moved faster than she could see them to grab his collar. The Witch Boy himself was taken by surprise just as much as she was, for the only reaction he had to the small girl pushing him violently against the wall and holding him there was the reaction of pure shock. He heard Teekl hiss at her sudden reaction from somewhere beside him, but he took no heed to it.

Klarion had not expected such a strong reaction from her. His teasing was just a bit of fun, really. Just pushing her buttons, trying to see her flustered.

"Don't. Test me."

But the malice dripping from her every word, the rage radiating from her body, Klarion could actually physically feel it.

It was so intoxicating!

The Witch boy had to shake his head in order to get back to his senses. He glared at the girl, angry that she could have such an effect on him. How dare she! Klarion moved his hands, seizing both of her wrists and pushing her away from her, but not letting her get away from him at the same time.

"You seem to forget your place too often!" He spat, tugging on her wrists violently.

"I know my place just fine!" Hannah growled back, trying to force him back, but he was not moving this time. "It is you who has false illusions of grandeur, you brat!"

"And it is you who fools herself in to thinking you mean anything!" Klarion could feel the anger billing up in his throat "That old man you care for so much is just training you to be a weapon, nothing more and nothing else! You speak of a freedom that you cherish so much, but you gave it a long time ago when you first agreed to be Nabu's vessel!"

Hannah felt his words sting her "I didn't-"

"Yes. You did." He hissed. It felt like venom spilling from his lips; like a snake he bit in to her and refused to let go, waiting for all the venomous words to drain out of him and cause the most damage. He heard Teekl telling him to stop, that he was going too far, but he couldn't help himself "And you know it! You have been taken in for the sole purpose of becoming a mindless weapon-…"

"Shut up! Shut up, that is not how it is at all!"

"…-turned in to something which is a complete opposite of what you are!"

"Shut up, please-"

"And you still want to go back to that life!" Klarion sneered "You're even more pathetic than I thought you were!"

"SHUT UP!" Hannah screamed. She tried to free her wrists, but Klarion still held them tight "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" the girl was shaking violently, tears already staining her cheeks. When she realized that her struggle to get free were useless, she let out an exhorted sob, almost certain that if she wasn't being held by the annoying Witch Boy, she would have collapsed already.

Klarion felt her chaotic emotions envelop his senses yet again. He swallowed a lump that suddenly dried up in his throat and squeezed her wrists tighter, almost unconsciously.

Hannah looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy, yet still filled with anger. She was gasping for breath; she never felt so exhausted in her life.

"I hate you." She let out, her voice hoarse.

And Klarion felt his breath hitch up, though he wasn't sure if it was from glee or anger.

In the years to come, the two of them would never, ever, ever, ever, ever agree on what exactly had happened. The first would always blame the other for it, and the other way around. Teekl, on the other hand, would argue that it was both of them, moving at the same time for the kill; their emotions running wild and releasing their inner id for a brief moment. But they would deny that theory. That was just foolish!

Neither Hannah nor Klarion would ever agree on who moved first. Did Hannah just tilt her head a bit more back and straighten her back enough for it to happen, or was it Klarion, who only needed to slouch down just a bit.

They weren't even aware of it at first.

It was just a feathery brush against the others lips. Barely touching. Both set of eyes wide open.

Hannah felt the pain in her arms where Klarion held her more clearly than she did the gentle sensation on her lips. Klarion was still more taken with her intoxicating emotions than with the lack of space between them.

But when they noticed that something was not quite as they should be, they both felt painfully lightheaded, the sensations of the first kiss, for both of them, blurring everything around them. Even their thoughts seemed to stop, reduced to nothing else than a ringing, almost as if to say "we are experiencing technical difficulties, try to think again later~"

Klarion was first to react. He let go of her wrists and took a step away, his expression horrified.

Nope!

Hannah, as soon as her arms were free, automatically raised both her hands to cover her mouth, her expression matching his in every way

Fuck nope!

Klarion quickly reached his arm behind him, a portal appearing out of nowhere, his horror-struck eyes unable to look away from the girl. In a few steps, he quickly retreated in to the portal, the last thing he saw was the girl's wide open eyes, now void of all tears, only shock remaining in them.

It had to be her fault!

Hannah watched as he disappeared inside his portal, leaving no trace. She still had her arms covering her mouth, trying to deny anything happened at all. This couldn't have happened! It made no sense at all! How could she have let that happen!?

It had to be his fault!

The two teens [both in their respective ways] mourned over their first kiss wasted in the best way they knew how.

Fits and tantrums of anger.

a/n: Haha, finally the first kiss! Though I think they're more horrified by it than swooned by it. Oh well, teenagers! They are quite a handful with their relationship problems, haha!

It's kinda short though, and I'm so sorry. I'm a horrible writer uuugh you have every right to scorn me for this shortness after such a long wait