“Why is the Covenant so bad? What is it?” Beth asked.
Storm leant against the tree he’d jumped from, sliding down the slick moss on it until he was sat on the floor. Beth followed suit, sitting of the trunk of a long fallen tree.
“The Covenant isn’t much different to the Brotherhood. In my opinion as a neutral party anyway. The Brotherhood, in essence, is a group of elite warriors who live by a strict code and work for the wellbeing of the majority, yes?”
She realised he’d paused for a reply from her.
“Um, yeah, I suppose so.”
“The Covenant is a group of young vampires who have an even stricter code than the Brothers. They do what they have to so that the younger population and the minority are heard. Whether it means a terrorist attack on an embassy in Paräre, or an attack on the Brotherhood itself. They do what they think is right.”
“You sound very familiar with it,” she noted.
“I’m very good friends with its leader. And Zeke used to be one of them. He’s one of the very few privileged vampires I have ever met who wanted to do something about the poverty and misery that still occurs within the race. He was one of the major activists of it, in fact.”
“And he was allowed to join the Brotherhood?”
“A rare occurrence. They admired him. And it must have helped that Zeke and Caelan were best friends since they were toddlers. Caelan would have loved him back in his life after those two years.”
“He was part of the Covenant for two years?”
“In Earth time, yes. If you’re counting the years in the time of our world it would be twelve. It’s the reason he looks older than he counts himself to be.”
“How old was he?”
“He ran away from home and joined with them when he was fourteen. He’d had enough of that sort of life by the time he was sixteen. The Covenant, as well as being a force for good, is a place where young vampires can just be themselves. If they don’t want to be an adult yet, they can go there. I know vampires who’ve been with the Covenant for decades; they just don’t want to become a part of normal society.”
She looked at him for a few moments, looking at his face. He looked back at her, meeting her eyes silently. They seemed to be a different colour, more purple than red, now that he was sitting down, his eyes more in the shadow than the little light there was.
“How old are you?” she asked suddenly.
“Me?” he asked, surprised. She nodded. He frowned in thought. “I’m not really sure. I don’t keep count. I’m sure Evil could tell you. I think four thousand, maybe five, not sure.”
“Five thousand?” That was a very big number, Beth thought, especially when referring to age.