The Hidden Ones

The Hidden Ones

Flora_Winters

I do not own The Covenant and I’m not making any money writing this either.

Summary: Some new students show up at Spenser Academy and they have some pretty wicked powers of their own. The difference, they don’t age, ever. Language, MM, OC, Violence

Prologue

Caleb Danvers dropped his leather bag, taking his usual seat beside his best friend, Pogue Parry. He leaned back against the cool wood behind him, letting out a small sigh of annoyance. Reid Garwin was such a pain. Why couldn’t he be more like Tyler Simms? He had caught the impish blond “using” again. The little brat was going to be ancient before twenty if he kept using his powers the way he was.

“What’s wrong with you?” Pogue asked, turning to look at him with some concern. “You look about as sour as a grapefruit tastes.”

“I caught Reid using again,” he whispered, shaking his head. “Why can’t he just get up to get things that he needs?”

“Because,” Pogue told him, sounding as bored as he looked. He was not a morning person at all. “That would take time and effort on his part.”

Caleb rolled his eyes. That was very true. Heaven forbid Reid should have to get up off his ass and do something without the use of his powers. If the boy had to use his powers in order to breathe, he would be dust by now. Could he even tie his own shoes without using? He had to actually think about that one for a minute. He seriously doubted it. The blond was doomed.

He suddenly noticed that there was a new face in Literature. The only problem was that he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t tell if it was a guy or girl, but that was some serious red hair. The mane of curls shimmered in the light with streaks of golden highlights. He or she had his or her head down.

“Hey,” he said, elbowing Pogue. “Who is that?”

“I don’t know,” Pogue told him, shrugging his shoulders.

“Liam!” An authoritative voice called out from the front of class, making Caleb look. It was the instructor. He didn’t know his name. He had forgotten. “Liam Aisling!”

Students looked this way and that with confused faces for they knew not such a person. Caleb smirked. So, the new student was a guy.

His smirk soon changed to a look of hidden shock when the young man slowly raised his head up, catching the light. That vibrant red mane cascaded around his slender shoulders like coiling waves. He could hear some slight gasps from a few girls. The young man was like a vision from some twisted fairytale.

He had never seen skin so white and perfect, or eyes so green they made the blades of grass underfoot look pale and sickly. There wasn’t a single freckle to be spotted on his glacial face. That curly hair made him look wild and wicked. For a guy, he was beautiful. Not a girl here could ever hope to look that flawlessly sharp. The guy’s looks were deadlier than razor-wire.

“Yes?” The young man asked, rising to his feet with an elegant grace. He had an Irish accent. So, he was an exchange student.

“You are wanted in the dean’s office,” the instructor said. “It has to do with your electives.”

Caleb watched the redhead walk down the steps. He was kind of short for a guy, but he had a very tall presence about him. The guy had only spoken one word and yet all were silent as he walked from the class.

“Hey,” Pogue said, catching his attention, bringing it back. “Are you okay? You look a little pink in the face.”

He nodded his head. Of course he was fine. Why wouldn’t he be fine? The guy just happened to be really good looking. He was allowed to secretly admire that. There wasn’t anything wrong with it. And if anyone was to contradict him, he would pull out their guts with his eyes.

“Let us begin for today,” the instructor said from down in front. “Today we shall compare the works of H.P. Lovecraft and Neil Gaiman.”

Caleb rolled his eyes. Yay for sand and tentacle rape! He couldn’t wait to cut out a star’s heart and swim with the Deep Ones.

“Mr. Danvers,” the instructor said, smiling from the board. “What do you think of death and can it someday die?”

Caleb blinked.

If only…

This was going to be a long class. If only he could speed up time without speeding up his own.

~*~

“What’s wrong, Liam?” A deep voice asked, catching the redhead’s ever-bouncing attention.

“Nothing,” he said, turning to his oldest brother. “Do I look like something is wrong, Cian?”

Cian was tall, dark, and perpetually brooding. He was handsome and had eyes the color of amber honey.

“Something is bothering you,” another voice said.

It was his other brother. Rory was the middle child. He looked like a model for swimwear. His skin was gold, shaggy hair almost like snow, and eyes the color of a shallow blue sea.

“Why don’t you tell us what it is, little brother?” Rory asked, wrapping his sculpted arms around him. “You know you can tell us about anything that upsets you.”

“And then we’ll kill it,” Cian added for extra comfort.

Liam shook his head. The three of them were very close. They were all they had on this side of the little world.

“Come on,” Rory teased, squeezing him around his narrow waist. “Tell us what it is and Cian will get us ice-cream. You love ice-cream.”

Cian pursed his pouty red lips. “Why must I always be the one to purchase things?”

“You’re the oldest,” Rory told him, sticking out his tongue. “You have to take care of us. It’s in the rules.”

Liam leaned back into his older brother’s comforting embrace. He closed his eyes, sighing sadly. It still hurt.

“Oh, Li,” Cian said, gently caressing his smooth, moth-white cheek. “We love you.”

“That’s right,” Rory told him, kissing the back of his neck. “It’s not your fault. You were young and couldn’t control it.”

Liam opened his eyes, feeling the tears streaming from them. It hurt so much.

Killian McFinn had been his boyfriend of two years. He had caught the young fisherman with another boy on his boat. He did not know who this other guy was, and the anger just built and built upon his growing rage as he watched the boat leave dock. That was when lightning lanced down from the blue sky, red hot with wrath, striking the boat. He could hear their cries. He had fallen to his knees when a great wave devoured the boat and both teens. The thunderous blast had deafened him. He had killed them both. The sea had taken them both.

The other teen had been Killian’s younger cousin from the states. Killian had been taking him out to fish for his first time.

Liam had stood upon that stormy shore, demanding like a god, screaming like a banshee for the choppy waters to give him back. The icy rains had drenched, freezing him to very center of his bones. He wanted him back. He was so sorry. His brother’s had found him weeping, shivering in madness, shrieking for something that would never occur.

The bodies were never found. The sea hardly ever gave back what it was commanded to take.

“Here, my love,” Cian smiled with molten amber eyes, gently wiping his tears away.

Liam watched how his teardrops became little pearls in his brother’s large hand. Cian was always turning every tear he cried into precious baubles. He never tired of his brother’s loving magic.

“Come on,” Rory said. “Let’s go get something to eat. You’ll feel better.”

“I’m not hungry,” Liam told him, pocketing the pretty pearls. “You two can go on.”

“Li,” Cian warned with deepest affection.

“I’m fine,” Liam told the two of them. “Go and eat.”

“Do you promise that you’re all right?” Rory asked. His blue eyes were wet.

Liam nodded. “I’m just going to walk around and explore the school grounds for a bit.”

“Very well,” Cian mumbled, folding his muscular arms across his broad chest. “Come on, Rory. I saw a brunette we can go suckle on.”

“Oh?” Rory asked with excitement. “Boy or girl?”

“I couldn’t really tell,” Cian said, strolling off with him. “Does it matter?”

Rory chuckled, putting an arm around him.

Liam watched his older siblings vanish and played with the pearls in his pocket. He had thousands of them. He really did cry a lot.

He made his way down the long hallway and out the main doors. He passed by a few students, ignoring them with ease. There was a soft mist dancing across the well cared for grounds.

Killian had loved to dance with him in the rolling fog. The blond had loved him for him and not who he was. He missed him so much. How could he have been so stupid. Why had he gotten so jealous? Why hadn’t he just trusted their love for each other? He missed him and he always would. There would never be another as bright or as fun as him. He wished him back beside him with all his heart.

He walked through the pale mist and under some tall trees like a ghost in the fog. It was so beautiful here. He would never have believed this hellish land to be so lovely. But, his family had sent them here. The friends they had grown to know were aging as they should be, and yet, he and his brothers were not. Cian would forever be eighteen, even though he looked younger. The same for Rory and him as well. Cian was 25, Rory 24, and he was 23. The three of them would forever be eighteen. This is why their family was constantly moving around. Time did not affect them like it did normal people. They had the blood of the fey in their veins. They had to move on before people became suspicious.

It would never have worked for him and Killian. Killian would have aged and aged and aged, and he would forever look the same. He would have ended up losing him anyway.

He was so far from home and…

He shook his head, wiping the fresh tears from his eyes. There was no point in this. Killian was dead. He wasn’t coming back no matter how sorry he was. He couldn’t make him, no matter how loud his screams shattered hearts like fine china.

A cool breeze fluttered through his wild mane of red glory and he leaned back against the dark trunk of an old tree. He felt like an alien in this new land. He hated all this trying to assimilate and staying hidden. Well, his kind were the Hidden Ones.

A bell began to ring. Was it time for these stupid classes to start again?

Now he really did feel hungry.

~*~

Caleb was in shock. He walked into the swim team’s locker room, finding Aaron Abbot flat on his back with two guys on top of him. He had jumped behind a locker and watched how they had their way with the prick. Who were these guys? He had never seen them before in his life. They both looked like models from magazines.

The two boys had sucked him, licked him, bit him, and had taken turns pricking him. The brunette had squirmed, moaned, writhed, and clung to each of them, crying out for more. It had been like watching a spell being casted in morbid ritual. He had had no clue that the school’s biggest homophobe was a homosexual himself.

To his sudden horror and confusion, Caleb found that he was hard. This guy on guy on guy action was really turning him on. Aaron looked like he was writhing in ecstasy when his feet were thrown up in the air and the larger teen took him again. The raven-headed boy took him gently and the snowy blond took him very roughly. Aaron had cried out, shooting his spunk many times.

He got out of there as quickly as he could, without making any noise. The last thing he wanted to do was get caught. He didn’t know what the hell to think either. How was he ever going to look at that idiot with a straight face ever again?

Straight?

Oh, that made him snicker.

He quickly had made his way down the hall, walking through the some double doors to where the auditorium was. This was the place he always came to when he really needed to be alone with his thoughts. He was in some serious trouble. He had only ever been turned on by one other guy, and that had been Pogue when he had the flu. There was nothing sexier than a helpless Po who couldn’t do anything for himself.

“Are you ready, new guy?” A loud voice shouted.

It made him jump. There were people in here?

He walked over, looking down from the balcony he was on. There was a small group of people on the stage. A girl was at the piano, a guy was at the drums, and a few other guys and girls had flutes. It was the redhead from Literature class.

“Go ahead,” the redhead said. He was standing in front of a microphone.

“I can’t believe the dean is making us work with a freshman,” the guy with the drums said. His name was Perry Lee.

“Calm down,” the girl at the piano told him. Her name was Kelly Grace. “Let’s just hear what he’s got.”

Caleb cocked his head to the side. The guy was going to sing? Perhaps this could take his mind off other things that were bothering him.

“LIGHTS!” Perry shouted at the top of his lungs. “PAY ATTENTION TO THE GODDAMN LIGHTS, MICHAEL!”

“Sorry!” Another guy shouted, making Caleb look.

Michael Pattinson was at the lights. He was such a clutz. How did he ever get this job? He would probably mess up and electrocute himself or somebody else.

“Okay, Liam,” Kelly said, beginning to softly play. “Show this jerk what you got.”

Caleb could hear Perry growl. The light fell on Liam and he looked as if he had a crown of fire around his beautiful face. The flutes began to gently fill the air.

Liam began to hum a very haunting melody, blending flawlessly with both musical instruments. His voice was like glittering snow.

Caleb hid in the shadows. Liam seemed to light up from the inside.

Lost in the darkness, hoping for a sign
Instead there is only silence,
Can't you hear my screams?
Never stop hoping,
Need to know where you are
But one thing's for sure,
You're always in my heart

Caleb was taken aback. The boy’s voice was as beautiful as he looked. It was so soft and airy. His voice sparkled like snow under the moonlight in his mind.

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying until my dying day
I just need to know whatever has happened,
The truth will free my soul

Silver bells rang throughout the air like the golden strings of harps. Caleb had to sit back in the seat he had taken. He couldn’t take his eyes off the radiant redhead. His voice was like a spell weaving a web of enchantment around him. He felt like a fly trapped in all the glittering strands of beauty.

~*~

Liam looked up, seeing that there was a shadow above in the balcony. He couldn’t see who it was because of the bright lights.

Was it a ghost? His voice always seemed to lull them out. He just wished he could lull out Killian. But, he was too far away from home to do that. Plus, Killian was no ghost. He was the type of person who could never be a ghost. He had been happy in life. He was too pure.

He closed his eyes and continued to sing.

~*~

Caleb was in startled awe. He listened to the flutes play with such powerful feeling. They were the best players at the school. Roger, sarah, and Rachel were child prodigies.

Perry began to play the large drum as if he were making thunder itself speak from the sky beyond the roof above.

Liam took hold of the microphone with both hands.

Lost in the darkness, try to find your way home
I want to embrace you and never let you go
Almost hope you're in heaven so no one can hurt your soul
Living in agony 'cause I just do not know
Where you are

Caleb put his hand over his mouth. The boy had the voice of a siren or a nymph in the woods.

Kelly played the piano as if she were one with it.

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying until my dying day
I just need to know whatever has happened,
The truth will free my soul

~*~

Liam looked back up at the shadow above. Who was it? What were they doing there?

~*~

Caleb suddenly noticed that Liam was looking up. The green-eyed beauty was looking right at him. He couldn’t move. Why couldn’t he move?

Wherever you are, I won't stop searching
Whatever it takes, need to know

~*~

Liam sent out a small pulse, making the light spin around. It hit the shadow, illuminating who it was. His humming came to a sudden end, dying in his smooth, pale throat.

~*~

Caleb was on his feet in an instant. The light was right on him, blinding him. It made his eyes sting like hell.

~*~

The music suddenly died and Liam took a small step back. His eyes were wide and filled with horror.

“GODDAMN IT, MICHAEL! MAN THE LIGHTS!”

“I’m sorry!” Michael yelled. “It wasn’t me! Something made it turn on its own!”

~*~

The light was moved off him and Caleb blinked, trying to get his sight back. That was when he heard a wild and frantic scream. It sent chills racing down his spine. It was the sound only a wounded animal would make.

He looked down, seeing Liam run off behind the stage as if he were made of wind. He had never seen anybody move that fast since Tyler pissed off Reid.

“HEY!” Perry yelled, running after Liam. “HEY!”

“Danvers!” Kelly shouted up at him. “What are you doing here scaring people?”

Scaring people? He wasn’t here scaring people. He didn’t have a clue what was going on. Why had Liam ran out screaming like that. It was like he had seen a ghost or something.

“Get down from there!” Kelly yelled. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Wait! Had he felt a pulse? Yes! Yes he had felt a pulse. Something had made that light move.

He looked around. Was Reid in here? Oh, he was going to kill him.

“Danvers!” Kelly shouted. “You have some explaining to do!”

~*~

Liam ran out of the auditorium like a deer from a wolf. He had seen him. He had seen him!

He had seen Killian. Killian was a ghost! He had finally come back to haunt him for killing him and his younger cousin.

“CIAN!” He screamed, racing down the hall in blind terror. “RORY!”

To Be Continued…

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Note: Song lyrics belong to Within Temptation.