11Disclaimer: It's sad that I have to put this up here, but all well. I do not own the Covenant or anything in it. (Though I wish I did, then there would be a number 2) The only thing I own is Raphael and Raphael's history.
A/n I would also like to add that if anyone is willing to beta for me, it would be greatly appreciated. All reviews are welcome, besides more reviews make me happy. Which me happy will make you happy with an update. I already have chapter 1-3 almost finished.
~^*^~There comes a time in everyone's life, when they must find the courage to seek out their destiny. But sometimes what you seek isn't always what you find. Everything you do, every choice you make has a consequence. When you do things with out thinking… you are not making the choice, the choice is making you. Let the Journey begin.
An angelic woman stood there with her head bent down and tears falling from her face, with a man standing beside her with his head the same and mahogany wisps of hair blew every which way.
"Don't cry my darling."
The man said cupping her face while gently tilting her head to face him, making her bright icy blue eyes stare into his own blue-green orbs. He slowly leaned in moving closer and closer. They were a mere inch apart, when suddenly the man, her lover and great friend, was lying on his back.
Looking in the attack's general direction, they couldn't believe their eyes. A man stood there in a pure bright white robe with a gold belt around his waist. With the brightness of the cloth and skin, the man seemed to be glowing.
The mysterious glowing man's eyes opened slowly, and then with a bellowing tone these words flowed from his mouth.
"Sweet child, you are no longer welcome." He seemed to be saddened at the woman.
Her eyes widened with astonishment, then into an annoying glare as her eyes switched so did the tightness of her teeth.
"...Michael..."
Smirking, her spoke his message to deliver with disdain and pure unadulterated hate swarming in his every word.
"Since you threw in your lot…with this one," Michael gestured toward the unconscious man "you his enforcer, his silent reaper for justice, his most beautiful but deadly creature, you disappointed the all mighty, the most high. For shame you must live the rest of your days here as one of them!"
Her eyes drifted toward the man standing next to her.
"These mortal humans." it was if these words were the most vile thing to ever leave his pure lips,
"As shall all of your descendents." He began to smile manically
"Cursed to be forever in limbo; to have a deep longing desire to be where you can not go, to never find what you will spend your whole life searching for. With only one reminder of where you came from will be with you and yours; however it will cause tremendous pain for all those that follow, ."
Michael paused to look at her face, and sneered to her.
"But because you served faithfully, your abilities will stay with you. But remember…my precious…with every gift comes a curse."
His facial expression changed again. He almost looked sorry for the woman.
"My dear…sweet…child…I did not wish for this to happen. It was decided that He would give you all free will just like the others. But…this seems to be the path you have chosen. SO BE IT!"
With that Michael looked at the man. Nothing happened. But in a split second her lover and friend just faded away. The woman franticly looked around trying to find him. Realizing it was Michael's doing…that he, her only friend, lover and secret obsession, is gone.
A single solitary tear fell down her cheek. With the fall of the tear hitting the ground, sparks of deep passionate fury began to overflow her body.
Not to the Michael's surprise, she began to scream. Her scream was nothing normal, it was high-pitched, loud, a loathed mournful screech. Exactly like a cry from a banshee. The wood and glass around them began to shake and crack tremendously daring the other to burst.
Her skin felt like millions of tiny flames that begged to be released from the inside. Down her spine, bones were popping out and in, snapping together in an unusual form stretching her skin.
Soon, as if this wasn't enough, something began scratching around her shoulder blades from the inside. Suddenly a small part ripped her skin, and slowly began pushing itself out.
"What was once spirit, shall now become flesh..."
The woman was on her knees crying and screaming. As the unknown object made its way out of the skin off her back, it began to increase the size of the wound dramatically. Slowly torturing the woman till she wanted nothing more than death itself.
"Please! Just KILL ME MICHAEL!"
The woman cried to him while the screeching was getting louder.
Then without warning the objects of her torment sprang through the skin in her back all in one rush, tearing away what shred of the world she had left. Everything around her finally gave way and burst into millions of various shards. The pain emanating from her back slowly took over her consciousness. Shortly her vision was spinning and started to slowly fade till nothing was there any more.
Lee sat up quickly. Her heart was racing. She tried to get up, only to discover her clothes and bed sheets that clung to her body, were completely soaked with sweat.
She turned over to see that time had no mercy. She had just fell asleep about one hour ago and now its 3:45am; sadly…time...was her first enemy today.
After peeling away the sheet and clothes, that had no desire of being taken off, she began to wonder.
'What the hell was that? It was like I could feel that woman's pain, but I could see everything going on. Well hmmm…I haven't watched a horror in a while so that can't be it. Damn…I better go put these in the washer and go hop in the shower.'
She walked over to her bedside table. Chunking the cursed clock across the room, she groggily stumbled to her bathroom, knowing that this will be the last shower she has here. Everything seemed to oddly perfect, no one else was up to flush the toilet on her, the water was nice and steaming hot, everything was going great.
'Well maybe this is a sign things well be getting better.'
As soon as the words went through her seventeen year old mind, soap somehow squirted into her eyes. The burning and tingling sensation in her eyes made her scream in pain along with jumping up and down. Lord only knows why she did, unfortunately some soap landed on the floor.
In an instant the light of the whole neighborhood come on with her high-pitched blood curdling scream. Then as quickly as they came on, they were turned off. No one came. It was if her scream was heard by deaf ears. In her neighborhood, screaming was heard almost 24/7.
Everything had been going well till that point. She had been finally accepted into the academy. After all the things that had gone wrong, her life was beginning to get better.
A man hidden in the shadows walked into Lee's bathroom. Looking down at the girl he just shook his head.
"A pretty girl like you can't die this way. Of course you wouldn't have. You…my dear, are immune to little accidents of death like this. But don't worry I will get you one day. I will make you an offer you can not refuse, one that you can't refuse."
A devilish smirk cemented itself on the shadow man's face.
"One day you will belong to me and do my bidding. But…all things in good time…or rather, bad time."
He disappeared further into the shadows, with a maniacal laugh fading into silence.
She quickly sat up, taking in a breath so quickly it would seem that she was holding it for three minutes. She looked around, noticing the waterfall coming from the edge of the overrunning tub. Turning the water off and pulling the drain plug. She climbed out to grab her amazingly dry towel and dry off.
A few hours and several wet towels later. With a sigh, she looked at the now dry bathroom. She walked out of the bathroom for the last time.
Looking around her now baron bedroom room, she made sure everything of hers was gone. Nothing was to be left behind. 'Leave no trace', that is what she was taught.
With a hope of new positive things, she slung her duffle bag onto her shoulder. Leaving behind another closed door, and searching for another opened or even partially opened door.
An odd chill had cast itself over the old Danver home. James has fallen even more ill with the strange drop in temperature. 'I know that soon my time will end, but hopefully this generation can complete this task. No one has been able too since they went missing. Their may have been chance and hopes but it has never been finished' His head drooped slowly and sighed. 'If not us then the next must find her!'
James Danvers III heard the creaking steps pulling him out of his train of thought. With out even looking up he knew who it was. Gorman, a good friend and servant, came up with what he was supposed to eat. Though he lost his appetite years ago. With his body facing the fireplace his deep but almost silent voice was heard.
"Gorman don't stop searching. I know that she is out there. We must find her." Gorman nodded solemnly at the Elder James Danvers's request. "You know better than anyone why we must find her."
Memories of Gorman's Mother telling him the stories of this particular family line, very similar to the Covenant's own with the only answer to who they are and why they are important are lost… for now, everyday flooded his mind.
James breathed in loudly, he knew that his time was coming to an end, and then spoke with a soft and gentle but gruff voice. "Before her line is lost for another century."
"Yes sir. I will keep looking." James could see the lingering question in his loyal servant and friend's eyes. "Oh and Gorman not a word to any of the sons, they will know soon enough." The old butler-like Gorman Twoberry nodded to him.
With that Gorman descended the stairs, leaving James L. Danvers III in his chair wasting away. His voice was heard by no one but him. "Don't worry. I promised I would find them before I die and so I shall." With those words he drifted off to a peaceful slumber. Gorman left the tray next to him on the side table. It was useless but he kept the hope up that he will gain his energy back...somehow.
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this first part. I will let you in on a secret...this is going to be a long story, hopefully at least 30 chapters. Anyway please read and review. Reviews are like popsicles, and popsicles make me happy. Happy me means a happy you. Oh and if there is any errors you see feel free to message me.