Queen of Ipswich

The Sequel of Daughter of Ipswich

The Glass Slipper

Co-Writer: cthrnwrites

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Ragging Bull

I knew I was in another dream. There was no doubt about it.

I was sitting on the Parry stone seat, in the underground "cave" that the Sons of Ipswich had used for their meetings for centuries. I was dressed back in the same outfit I had been wearing the first time I met Chase. Back in the Dells, at the end of summer party. Even my hair was shorter and styled the same way I had it back then.

Chase Goodwin Pope-Collins sat there across from me, in his respective Putnam spot. And he was dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing when I last saw him. That trench coat, button down shirt, dark slacks, and dark shoes. And he still had that burning look in his eyes, when he found out he had both Caleb and me in his grasp.

I knew he was real. He still had to be alive. Who else would know these outfits except for ourselves. Chase Collins was still alive somewhere either in a spirit form, like a ghost, or a he was still alive somewhere hiding and watching me.

"I always liked you in that outfit," Chase offered, after we had both been endlessly starring at each other for what seemed like hours.

"It was for Caleb," I snorted back, trying to find a flaw in his compliment.

But he didn't seemed too surprised by my comment, instead he only did that cocky head tilt and lightly chuckled," I know that."

I rolled my eyes at him, and stubbornly crossed my arms. I wasn't going to speak to this bastard unless I had too.

"You know," Chase spoke up, straightening back up and smoothing out his jacket and shirt," you'll never be able to shake me off. I'll always be in your thoughts. And I'll always be finding some way to have you for myself."

"Well," I snorted again," how about we have a duel. If I win, you leave me and my family alone, along with all of Ipswich. Forever! And if you win…" I paused letting him fill in what would be upon his end.

Chase smirked and grinned in a devious manner," If I win, you have to leave Caleb, but tell him that it is completely willingly upon your part and tell him that you are leaving for me. Then you will come with me and be my little house wife and do everything I say. Even give me an heir to my family line."

I rolled my eyes, before he added," And will your powers to me."

Instantly my eyes went hard, but my demand and his were equal. He would do something he hated, if I won. And I would do something hated, if he won. After all what kind of duel would that be, without such things at stake?

"And if one of us shall die?" Chase mused, looking wicked as ever.

I grinded my teeth together for a moment, with a distinct image running through my mind of me killing Chase with my bare hands. Not with magic! "So?"

"Well," Chase chuckled," if you should be the one that dies, I would like to hear you give your word to me that you would will your powers to me, before you die."

For a moment, I felt my stone-cold exterior falter, but I had to quickly snap, trying to show him no fear," Only, if you agree to not haunt anyone, in your afterlife."

"Deal."

I nodded, and clearly spoke," I agree to your conditions, if our duel leads to a death."

Chase then leisurely leaned back into his seat, with his eyes pleasantly starring at me. "I'm glad we've come to an agreement so quickly, my dear." Yet his words were venomously spoken.

I deliberately remained emotionless, refusing to respond.

"You better keep your eyes and ears open for me next visit to you," Chase spoke with a bored tone in his voice. "When I next see you I will give you a date for us to 'duel' upon. Then I'll see you at the chosen location."

I firmly nodded in understanding, while Chase nonchalantly motioned towards the stairs, as if to tell me to leave. His own body even began to fade away, as if he was teleporting away.

For a silent moment, I sat there. I felt oddly…relieved by setting up this "duel" with Chase. It was also oddly energizing, since I would be reenacting things done centuries ago. Plus…Chase could possibly die. And I knew that meant a possibly future without ever having to fear of Chase looking over my shoulder ever again.

So, instantly I rushed up those stairs as fast as I could, bursting through the doors that covered them. I was going to be that ragging bull rushing through the gates, and I was going to kill that matador with the wicked grin.