All Over Again
Disclaimer: I don't own the Covenant, or the Sons of Ipswich. They belong to somebody rich and famous and wonderful. I love them. Really. I do.
Sarah wasn't stupid.
She'd read enough about Ipswich to know all about its sons, and their powers. She knew, watched as Caleb's hair grew whiter almost daily, remembered the day he came home and she swore there were more crow's feet by his darkly serious eyes than there had been when he'd left that morning. Caleb's power was seductive, and he obviously was using it.
He'd said he wasn't his father, and he wasn't.
He was twice as powerful.
And had, therefore, twice the temptation. She didn't call him on it, but she knew.
Like I said, Sarah wasn't stupid.
She knew a lot of things, noticed what Caleb assumed she didn't, like the bittersweet way he smiled when he watched over their sleeping son, torn between the love of a father and the horror of passing on a burden. She noticed the way his eyes didn't light up for her quite the way they did when Pogue would show up on their doorstep, hands shoved deep in his pockets.
She even noticed the haunted, horrified look in those eyes when he limped into the dining room that night.
"What happened?" She asked, softly, setting a plate in front of him.
"Nothing." he said shortly, turning his attention to their son. "What'd you do in school today, John?"
"We drew pictures for Hallowe'en!" the six year old chirped, proudly wrestling a large sheet of newsprint from under the table to show them. "I drew a witch!"
The witch was male, young and handsome with eyes as black as sin.
Caleb winced. "It's very nice, John."
It pained him to see his son know so much already - especially seeing as he had never been told. It was just in his blood.
Like father, like son.
"Can I put it on the fridge?"
Caleb nodded, shortly, and a delighted John dashed to the kitchen, large paper flapping around him.
The moment he was gone, Sarah turned to face Caleb again. "I'm not stupid. Something happened."
"I told you, it's nothing." He stood, brushing past her.
"Caleb!" she called. "You're limping, and I can see the white. You're aging again. You've been using. What happened?"
Caleb's shoulders slumped, and his teeth grit angrily. "I'm leaving."
"You're what!" she gaped at him.
"I'm taking John." he said, not looking at her. "We're leaving tonight."
"How can you say that?" she yelled, grabbing his arm. "Caleb! You're taking our son? You can't... I love you!"
He did glance at her now, and she shivered to see his eyes were pure black. "I have to go, Sarah. I don't want to, but I have to go, and I have to take John. We're all going. Our whole Covenant."
"But why?" she cried, struggling to understand.
"Because Chase is back."
"And he has a son, too."