The Covenant: Caleb Danvers, PG: Chapter 18
Title: Chapter 18
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Caleb Danvers/The Covenant
Table: General #11
Prompt: Scars
Rating: PG
Summary: The first year (timewise and not calendar) after the movie ends.
Notes: The entire prompt will be done in journal formatting.
: Last night was Pogue's birthday. I was there with him when he ascended. Given everything that was going on, Sarah's life and Chase and all, I barely remember my own. Watching Pogue go through it, I think I was the lucky one. That night is like a dream, so vivid and yet not real. Pogue's was real and just the energy from it made me ache. A lot of people say addiction is like that, that it's like a hunger and you have to deny your body what it's craving.
I won't tell Reid and Tyler that part, about how it feels when they play around with it because they can. I don't want them feeling bad that every little trick and game makes my entire body tighten like I'm starving and they've just set out filet. I won't do that to them. They'll know soon enough and all I can do is pray that with Pogue and me to help them it'll be easier for them than it is for me.
April 6th: The letter came today. I'm going to Harvard. Six months after I lost my dad. Six months after I turned eighteen. The letter came exactly six months to the day. I wonder what dad would say if he'd lived to see it. Would he care? Would it have meant shit to him? I wonder how he felt the day he got his letter. He wasn't eighteen yet, hadn't ascended and didn't know how bad the hunger would get when the time came. Was he excited like he should have been, or was he worrying that if he wasn't careful it would keep occurring to him how much easier college would be with a small nudge now and again?
May 1st: It's Beltaine. Ipswich is having a celebration for it. They do it most years but this year seems to just be so... huge. Vendors and parties and all this talk of witches and magic. It's like we've turned into Salem with their celebations.
Sarah wants to go, wants to dance around the maypole. I guess I'll take her. Not that I don't want to spend time with her but so much has already started to change. Reid won't talk to me unless he has to.. Not since the ascensions. Him and Tyler, they're thick as thieves but it's like Pogue and I are outcasts. I don't know if it's all the warnings or just them hating on us for the change and being first. Maybe I should invite them, make sure they know I want them there. Anything to get that feeling back that we had just a year ago, when it was the four of us and nothing could split us up.
May 22nd: Pogue got his letter today. He's going to be attending college at Lesley. He could have gotten into Harvard but never tried and he said of the ones that took him, he wanted Lesley. I think it's because it's closest to Harvard. He doesn't know it but I saw the letter from UNC and one from Stanford. I won't try and talk him out of it. Once Pogue makes up his mind, it's over.
Besides, I like the idea of not being alone.
June 26th: Mom asked me not to go today. She cried a lot and told me how alone she'd be. Talked with Pogue right after and we're going to snag Reid and Tyler and take off for a month before college starts. I'm sure Sarah will understand if I explain why. I think we could all use it. Anything to get out of here and the guilt of living my life. I'm not my dad and I won't end up like him.
July 10th: On the road. Reid ascended two days ago. I guess this is what it's like locking yourself in a hotel room with a druggie without another hit. Two days and he's called us every name in the book, thrown things and had to be physically restrained from doing anything to us or himself.
And other restraints too. I don't want to think about how much of our lives Pogue and I have given in keeping him alive.
Tyler is not handling this well. Not at all.
Thanksgiving: Classes are really starting to take their toll. Papers. Tests. Labs. It's so much work. I'm loving it though. This is what I have been working for my whole life. Barely seen the others since fall semester started. See Sarah in passing between a few classes but I forget what it's like to even kiss her. Home for Tyler's ascension. Home because I need to see the others. Home.
Christmas: If we all make it through the next year, this will be a miracle. It's been a month. All of us are ascended. We aren't just witches anymore. We're not just friends. We're a force to be reckoned with, and it we're not careful, we're all going to die.
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Caleb Danvers/The Covenant
Table: General #11
Prompt: Scars
Rating: PG
Summary: The first year (timewise and not calendar) after the movie ends.
Notes: The entire prompt will be done in journal formatting.
: Last night was Pogue's birthday. I was there with him when he ascended. Given everything that was going on, Sarah's life and Chase and all, I barely remember my own. Watching Pogue go through it, I think I was the lucky one. That night is like a dream, so vivid and yet not real. Pogue's was real and just the energy from it made me ache. A lot of people say addiction is like that, that it's like a hunger and you have to deny your body what it's craving.
I won't tell Reid and Tyler that part, about how it feels when they play around with it because they can. I don't want them feeling bad that every little trick and game makes my entire body tighten like I'm starving and they've just set out filet. I won't do that to them. They'll know soon enough and all I can do is pray that with Pogue and me to help them it'll be easier for them than it is for me.
April 6th: The letter came today. I'm going to Harvard. Six months after I lost my dad. Six months after I turned eighteen. The letter came exactly six months to the day. I wonder what dad would say if he'd lived to see it. Would he care? Would it have meant shit to him? I wonder how he felt the day he got his letter. He wasn't eighteen yet, hadn't ascended and didn't know how bad the hunger would get when the time came. Was he excited like he should have been, or was he worrying that if he wasn't careful it would keep occurring to him how much easier college would be with a small nudge now and again?
May 1st: It's Beltaine. Ipswich is having a celebration for it. They do it most years but this year seems to just be so... huge. Vendors and parties and all this talk of witches and magic. It's like we've turned into Salem with their celebations.
Sarah wants to go, wants to dance around the maypole. I guess I'll take her. Not that I don't want to spend time with her but so much has already started to change. Reid won't talk to me unless he has to.. Not since the ascensions. Him and Tyler, they're thick as thieves but it's like Pogue and I are outcasts. I don't know if it's all the warnings or just them hating on us for the change and being first. Maybe I should invite them, make sure they know I want them there. Anything to get that feeling back that we had just a year ago, when it was the four of us and nothing could split us up.
May 22nd: Pogue got his letter today. He's going to be attending college at Lesley. He could have gotten into Harvard but never tried and he said of the ones that took him, he wanted Lesley. I think it's because it's closest to Harvard. He doesn't know it but I saw the letter from UNC and one from Stanford. I won't try and talk him out of it. Once Pogue makes up his mind, it's over.
Besides, I like the idea of not being alone.
June 26th: Mom asked me not to go today. She cried a lot and told me how alone she'd be. Talked with Pogue right after and we're going to snag Reid and Tyler and take off for a month before college starts. I'm sure Sarah will understand if I explain why. I think we could all use it. Anything to get out of here and the guilt of living my life. I'm not my dad and I won't end up like him.
July 10th: On the road. Reid ascended two days ago. I guess this is what it's like locking yourself in a hotel room with a druggie without another hit. Two days and he's called us every name in the book, thrown things and had to be physically restrained from doing anything to us or himself.
And other restraints too. I don't want to think about how much of our lives Pogue and I have given in keeping him alive.
Tyler is not handling this well. Not at all.
Thanksgiving: Classes are really starting to take their toll. Papers. Tests. Labs. It's so much work. I'm loving it though. This is what I have been working for my whole life. Barely seen the others since fall semester started. See Sarah in passing between a few classes but I forget what it's like to even kiss her. Home for Tyler's ascension. Home because I need to see the others. Home.
Christmas: If we all make it through the next year, this will be a miracle. It's been a month. All of us are ascended. We aren't just witches anymore. We're not just friends. We're a force to be reckoned with, and it we're not careful, we're all going to die.