Caleb Danvers: PG: Chapter 23: Haunting Past
Title: Chapter 23
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Caleb Danvers/The Covenant
Table: General #11
Prompt: Haunting Past
Rating: PG
Summary: The fifth year after the movie ends.
Notes: The entire prompt will be done in journal formatting.
January 2nd: I realize now that I need to keep these journals and keep them well. Before I wrote them for myself but I see now that there's a very real chance that this will be the legacy we leave. Already we, the sons of Ipswich, are down by one. The funeral was a somber affair. The three of us, Reid, Pogue and I, stood side by side and waited. That is what our lives have become. We're waiting for the next attack, for the next push from Chase. We are waiting for the next death.
In the cave with the book there are many journals like this. Journals of the fights and the danger but mostly of the addiction. All those years I fought the others to keep them in line, to make them face that using the magic would kill them and now we're being picked off one by one. Is the use doesn't kill us, Chase will. One of our own has turned on us and with that the lines may end here, with us. If we don't find a way to stop Chase, we will all wither and die like our fathers did. If we can't stop him, the lines and all that it has been will end with us and I'm not willing to let that happen.
February 1st: Things have been quiet since the funeral. No sign of Chase, not even the simplest of accidents that reeks of magic. The only use we're feeling is that of Reid. He's hook and there seems to be little Pogue and I can do to help him. We haven't given up. Not yet. We keep trying but he's whittling himself away. Piece by piece.
I've done so much research. On our families. On the covenant and what started it during the witch trials. I wonder if this is how the early witches felt as they were found and killed. Did they have an enemy that used his magic to frame others? Is that why so many more women than men were targeted? This enemy was using their families against them, framing the innocent to try and get those they wanted to will over their magic? We'll find a way.
March 13th: The longer the silence from Chase stretches on, the more it wears us down. He's too good at this. Constant attacks, forcing us to use, and then nothing. The hunger eats at all of us, even myself. Reid uses daily and even Pogue gives in regularly. Was this his plan all along? Was that his desire? Did he want to push us deep into addiction and then walk away to let us kill ourselves? If so, why kill Tyler? I miss him but I don't think either Pogue or I miss him as much as Reid. We lost a friend and brother. Reid lost the other half of his soul.
May 1st: Beltaine. The memories of this day don't outweigh the call I received this morning. Sarah is dead. The police are calling it an accident. She was waiting for the train and lost her balance. That is the official report, but we know better. The working was there. We all felt the use. He killed Sarah as surely as he did Tyler, perhaps even my mother. One by one he's picking away at those we hold dear, the ones we love. Reid sent his mother away from Ipswich and won't tell any of us where she's gone. I wonder if even he knows. Pogue is trying to convince his mom to leave but she refuses. She knows and she's staying, facing it as she did her husband's death from use and knowing her son would likely die the same way.
We the witches of Ipswich, we are not the strong ones. The women that love us are. They are the ones that watch us die. They are the ones that bear the next generations knowing that they too will have the magic, and with it the addiction to use. Pogue, Reid and I have been battling for our lives for five years and I see now that my mother battled for hers for over twenty.
July 29th: Once more things have fallen to silence. He's out there. We all know it. He's waiting and watching and all we can do is wait. I don't know what else to do. We try tracking him. We've worked to find where he is, to even kill him remotely. Maybe that is why the silence but I don't believe it. This isn't over. I won't believe it is until I see his body burn. It seems only fitting, and its the only way I can know for sure that we're all safe.
Octorber 31st: We all expected something tonight. We stayed home, stayed close. We watched over our families and worried about what could come. Nothing has happened. Pogue says he has an idea about what is to come and the future but I don't think he was talking about Chase. I'm not sure what he meant. He won't talk about it and I've stopped asking. I worry about Pogue now; nearly as much as I worry about Reid.
December 24th: I'm beginning to truly hate this time of year, this holiday and everything that comes with it. First my mother. Then Tyler.
Now Kate and Pogue announce that not only have they gone and gotten married with none of us there, she's pregnant with his child. The next generation has been conceived and now Kate will be the target.
I really hate this time of year.
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Caleb Danvers/The Covenant
Table: General #11
Prompt: Haunting Past
Rating: PG
Summary: The fifth year after the movie ends.
Notes: The entire prompt will be done in journal formatting.
January 2nd: I realize now that I need to keep these journals and keep them well. Before I wrote them for myself but I see now that there's a very real chance that this will be the legacy we leave. Already we, the sons of Ipswich, are down by one. The funeral was a somber affair. The three of us, Reid, Pogue and I, stood side by side and waited. That is what our lives have become. We're waiting for the next attack, for the next push from Chase. We are waiting for the next death.
In the cave with the book there are many journals like this. Journals of the fights and the danger but mostly of the addiction. All those years I fought the others to keep them in line, to make them face that using the magic would kill them and now we're being picked off one by one. Is the use doesn't kill us, Chase will. One of our own has turned on us and with that the lines may end here, with us. If we don't find a way to stop Chase, we will all wither and die like our fathers did. If we can't stop him, the lines and all that it has been will end with us and I'm not willing to let that happen.
February 1st: Things have been quiet since the funeral. No sign of Chase, not even the simplest of accidents that reeks of magic. The only use we're feeling is that of Reid. He's hook and there seems to be little Pogue and I can do to help him. We haven't given up. Not yet. We keep trying but he's whittling himself away. Piece by piece.
I've done so much research. On our families. On the covenant and what started it during the witch trials. I wonder if this is how the early witches felt as they were found and killed. Did they have an enemy that used his magic to frame others? Is that why so many more women than men were targeted? This enemy was using their families against them, framing the innocent to try and get those they wanted to will over their magic? We'll find a way.
March 13th: The longer the silence from Chase stretches on, the more it wears us down. He's too good at this. Constant attacks, forcing us to use, and then nothing. The hunger eats at all of us, even myself. Reid uses daily and even Pogue gives in regularly. Was this his plan all along? Was that his desire? Did he want to push us deep into addiction and then walk away to let us kill ourselves? If so, why kill Tyler? I miss him but I don't think either Pogue or I miss him as much as Reid. We lost a friend and brother. Reid lost the other half of his soul.
May 1st: Beltaine. The memories of this day don't outweigh the call I received this morning. Sarah is dead. The police are calling it an accident. She was waiting for the train and lost her balance. That is the official report, but we know better. The working was there. We all felt the use. He killed Sarah as surely as he did Tyler, perhaps even my mother. One by one he's picking away at those we hold dear, the ones we love. Reid sent his mother away from Ipswich and won't tell any of us where she's gone. I wonder if even he knows. Pogue is trying to convince his mom to leave but she refuses. She knows and she's staying, facing it as she did her husband's death from use and knowing her son would likely die the same way.
We the witches of Ipswich, we are not the strong ones. The women that love us are. They are the ones that watch us die. They are the ones that bear the next generations knowing that they too will have the magic, and with it the addiction to use. Pogue, Reid and I have been battling for our lives for five years and I see now that my mother battled for hers for over twenty.
July 29th: Once more things have fallen to silence. He's out there. We all know it. He's waiting and watching and all we can do is wait. I don't know what else to do. We try tracking him. We've worked to find where he is, to even kill him remotely. Maybe that is why the silence but I don't believe it. This isn't over. I won't believe it is until I see his body burn. It seems only fitting, and its the only way I can know for sure that we're all safe.
Octorber 31st: We all expected something tonight. We stayed home, stayed close. We watched over our families and worried about what could come. Nothing has happened. Pogue says he has an idea about what is to come and the future but I don't think he was talking about Chase. I'm not sure what he meant. He won't talk about it and I've stopped asking. I worry about Pogue now; nearly as much as I worry about Reid.
December 24th: I'm beginning to truly hate this time of year, this holiday and everything that comes with it. First my mother. Then Tyler.
Now Kate and Pogue announce that not only have they gone and gotten married with none of us there, she's pregnant with his child. The next generation has been conceived and now Kate will be the target.
I really hate this time of year.