A/N: I'd like to thank ChelsieMarie, melodie568, Niffer01 and CopperHikari for the kind reviews, You made my day.

Also, if you guys liked this fic, I suggest you check out "Coming for You" by me and a good friend of mine. It's a joint project between the both of us and it needs some love. We go under the name ourobsession. Hope you check that out as well,

Chapter 1

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The streets of Ipswich were always sort of busy during rush hour but when it came to late nights on weekends, only the kids who were out drinking and partying until one in the morning dominated them.

On this particular night, one group of young men were out. They had just come from one of the usual parties that they'd been invited to and were now on their way back to the comfort of their own homes. They had hitched a ride with one of their friends, and were now talking to pass the time.

Although it didn't look like it, these boys were special. These young students, (or Seniors to be more specific) were very close friends and had spent their childhood growing up together. They had first met on a bus trip to Camp Iwanahee in the summer, where their fathers had sent them to probably do just that. What seemed to be like a boring arts & crafts session, turned out to be a life-altering experience for the boys after all.

They were thirteen at the time, but unlike all the other kids their age; they were experiencing something… different. They had the strange ability to do whatever they pleased, whenever they pleased. They could levitate objects, and even themselves, with their eyes turning black as they did so.

This great power was "The Power" and it was passed on from generation to generation from their fathers and their fathers before them. Their ancestors had come to Ipswich during the 1600s hoping to hide from the raging witch-hunt that was on going at the time. They had sworn to a covenant of silence and forever kept their immense power a secret from the world. Because of this covenant, not only was "The Power" passed down to each generation, so was the brotherhood that it had created.

There were four of them: Caleb Danvers, Reid Garwin, Pouge Parry and Tyler Sims.

And ever since that day during summer, the boys (like their ancestors before them) have been nothing but close. They did everything together, partying, classes; they were even on the same swim team at Spenser Academy. There was never a time when one was without the other. And for them, their interesting history had gained them more popularity at Spenser; being bestowed the title of "The Sons Of Ipswich" by the students of the school.

"I just don't get why you have to make out with a different girl every week, Reid." Said a boy with dark-brown hair and crystal blue eyes as he drove. He was referring to his friend, who was sitting right next to him at the front and looking at him smugly. "You're just pissed 'cause you're not on the same level as I am." He replied coolly.

Reid was a blond-haired boy with hazel eyes, who proudly upheld his reputation for being a badass and loved nothing more than to show off his power. He was also the one most likely to cause trouble among the group and was closest to Tyler, the boy who sat beside him driving the car. Tyler smirked at his friend's proud comment and slightly shook his head in amusement. Reid was always so sure of himself and it amazed him how easy the girls he hit on were. It was a miracle that he hadn't run out of them yet.

"Why don't you give him a few pointers?" chimed in Pouge, a well-built boy whose dark-blonde hair grew all the way down to his shoulders, from the backseat. "Uh-oh." Warned another boy with black hair and handsome features. He was grinning at the two boys in the front seat, leaning on his left arm by the door. His name was Caleb. "What?" questioned Reid, raising his eyebrows. "You don't think I can teach the boy a few of my tricks?"

"It's not you teaching him is what's worrying me, it's the tricks." Caleb said flatly. "And whether or not they'll actually work." Reid gave a small chuckle of amusement. "You're right, baby boy here can't pull of my style." He reasoned, slapping Tyler on the back. "Whatever man –SHIT!" exclaimed Tyler as he hit something, veered off the silent street and drove the car to a screeching halt just in time before he could hit a large tree. "What the hell did you just hit back there?" asked Reid in a shocked tone.

Caleb was the first to get out of the vehicle and was soon followed by Tyler and the others. There, a few meters away from them was a girl who was covered in dirt and mud, lying lifeless on the dirt road. Tyler was the first to run towards her, absolutely horrified at what he had just done. "Oh God! Did I kill her?!" he said, on the verge of hysteria. "No wait, she seems to be moving." Caleb said from behind him.

The group came closer, Caleb and Tyler kneeling down to get a better look at their victim. To their relief, the girl's eyes fluttered open and looked around her. "I am so sorry!" Tyler blurted out, thinking of nothing else but to apologize to her. For a few seconds it seemed as if the girl couldn't speak but eventually she gave out a small groan and clutched her head. "Where am I?" she asked them, looking as if she had been through one hell of a time. "You're in Ipswich," Replied Caleb as he helped the girl sit up. "You came running across the street and got accidentally hit by our car…"

"What's your name?" asked Pouge, putting his hands on his knees. "I… I don't know…" she replied, a confused and horrified look spreading across her face.

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"You can stay here for the night." Said Caleb as he stopped at a carved and ornate-looking door. They were at the Danvers Manor, and Caleb had offered to care for the girl for the night, just until they knew (and she knew) who she was. "Er- thank you…" the girls said meekly, going into the room. The room had walls made from Oakwood and a floor covered with plush carpeting. The girl walked further but stopped abruptly at the sight of her own reflection in the mirror. She looked horrible; she was covered from head to toe in mud with blood trickling down from her forehead and cuts and scrapes everywhere else. She was immediately overcome with a wave of embarrassment as she stood in front of the boy looking like she did. "It's okay." He said gently. "You can take a shower in here," he said, pointing towards another door that stood right across the comfortable looking bed. "There are fresh towels in there and you can change into some clean clothes. Just go ahead and take whatever you like from that drawer over there." She looked at him with grateful eyes, nodding thanks before going off to take a good long shower.

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Caleb left the girl to clean up and walked down to the lounge, where Tyler, Pouge and Reid were waiting, Tyler looking the most anxious of them all. "I left her to clean up a bit." He announced to the room. "Well that's good…" Tyler said, more to himself than to the others. "You guys should go ahead, she'll stay here for the night until we can find out who she is and what she was doing in the middle of nowhere so late at night." Said Caleb, trying to sound like everything was under control. "Okay, sure." Said Reid, getting up from the lounge chair he was sitting on. "I'll come by in the morning to check on her." Piped up Tyler as he and the others were being ushered to the door by Caleb.

As the boys parted ways, only one thought crossed their minds:

Who is this girl?