Chapter Thirteen—Easy, Tiger

A/N: Just a note, there are some heated moments in this chapter! Oh la la, consider yourself warned ;) Oh, and please review! I'd really appreciate it! Thanks again everyone! And on a last note, I re-wrote the first three chapters of this story, nothing drastic but I changed it so it's no longer told by Tyler and Val, at first the story was just going to focus on them, but as you can see I totally got carried away! So feel free to read those aswell, it's a much better difference. Enjoy!

Aaron's eyes opened slowly. He felt dreamy and lazy, a sensation of pure, innocent bliss swept over him. His immediate reaction was, wow, I must have smoked some killer dope. His eyes were open but what he was seeing in front of him seemed blurred, and hazy. He felt a strange movement and looked down to see that his legs were moving. He began to chuckle, or at least, in his mind he chuckled, for he instantly realized he could not speak. Whoa, never mind dope, must have been shrooms.

Aaron watched as the eyes he was seeing out of brought him closer to a nearby table of people. He could just barley make out their faces. When he realized whom they were however he thought glumly why is this loser whose body I'm trapped inside of watching the sons of 'Bitchswich'?

'Bitchswich' had been a little catchphrase that Aaron had come up with on his own (surprisingly) in the tenth grade. Aaron would have frowned, had he been in control of his own body. He attempted to tell the body to leave to go do something more interesting.

Be patient. Came a loud, echoing voice that bounced around inside of Aaron's head. Aaron had a strong urge to giggle, if only he could remember what it was he had taken, it would definitely be worth looking into for future endeavors. Now voices were talking to him! Taking the words advice, Aaron focused on the table once more.

This might sting. Droned the voice inside of Aaron's head. Suddenly, a sharp irritating pain swelled up inside Aaron's eyes, causing him to let out a mental whimper, seeing how he had absolutely no control over his actions. His gaze had been locked onto a girl, who was wearing a brown jacket, black skinny jeans and expensive looking boots. She was sitting next to a boy with long, brown hair. The girl was smiling, she had sparkling pale green eyes and long, brown wavy hair. Aaron could feel drool forming in his mouth.

Easy there Tiger, just wait…

Aaron obeyed the voice once more. He continued to watch as the girl rose from her sitting position. Another girl from across the table, who Aaron dimly recognized as the new girl who had shut him down, sat up but the green-eyed girl said something with a smile, and continued to leave the table by herself.

Aaron continued to stare on in wonder as the girl walked closer towards his vision and then disappeared into a door on the opposite wall. For several minutes, the body stood still, doing nothing. Aaron yawned inwardly. He was bored, and tired now, absentmindedly deciding that he must be burning out from his high. Then suddenly…

Move. Move now.

Aaron obeyed, hypnotized by the voice. He felt what must be a pair of legs jerk into motion as they headed towards the same door the girl had just entered.

But I can't go in here, Aaron whined. This is the girl's bathroom.

Suck it up princess. Came the stronger, more dominating voice. Unable to stop the movements, Aaron's body entered the bathroom. He registered the dim outline of a figure in the corner, washing her hands. The girl looked up, a startled expression on her face.

Aaron's body moved forward. Aaron realized he was seeing less and less of the girl as he got closer. He suddenly felt weightless, as if he was magically floating above air, completely oblivious to the fact that his own hands were now gripping the throat of the girl.

Lena attempted to scream, but the grip was so firm around her neck she could barley issue out the faintest of cries.

"Don't make a sound, it will be a lot easier on you if you just cooperate."

Lena's eyes widened in shock. Instead of Aaron's usual voice, a smooth British accent was coming out of Aaron's mouth in it's place. Lena continued to watch in horror as Aaron's eyes flashed black and he cocked his head jerkily, in a very un-Aaron sort of way. Lena's throat made the motion to scream once more, but the grip on her throat increased even more and her body was slammed hard against the cold bathroom wall tiles.

"Who are you? You're not Aaron!" She gasped, trying to pry the hands off of her throat.

"It's of no concern to you of who I am. I think you'd want to meet my employer much, much more." The demon like Aaron smirked and his head jerked to the other side.

Lena's mind was engulfed with panic and she continued to struggle against the firm grip that was holding her in place.

"You are going to make a certain friend of mine very happy indeed." Came the droning British voice, followed by the sly smirk on Aaron's face splitting to his ears.

Lena was desperate; suddenly her mind reeled back into focus. Of course! Why hasn't she thought of it sooner! She had this power now; surely it would work against this. Immediately her eyes flashed black to match those of the imposter Aaron.

"Aha, now what do we have here? Trying to fight back now, are we? No, no I won't have any of that."

Without warning, Lena was released from the grip and then went shooting straight up the wall, her body being pulled and stretched as imposter Aaron widened his hand.

"Stop it!" She shrieked, unable to take the pain any longer.

"Hey what the fuck do you think your doing?"

Aaron's body spun round to find a tall, gorgeous girl standing in the doorway of the bathroom, her black eyes glinting dangerously. Without hesitation the girl sent a large wave of energy towards Aaron's figure and it hit him dead on in the chest. Lena was sent crashing down to the ground and landed in a heap.

Blake rushed over to Aaron, knowing perfectly well that he was being possessed by someone and she had a pretty good idea who.

"Are you Chase?" She yelled and Aaron's limp figure who was now sprawled out on his back. She thrust her foot to his throat, and the black eyes stared up at her.

"Sorry to disappoint." Came the British accented voice from Aaron's mouth.

"Who are you and what the fuck were you doing to Lena?" Blake demanded, shoving her foot further into poor, unknowing Aaron's throat.

"I believe this my cue to exit," a wicked smile formed on Aaron's lips. "But don't worry, I'll be back soon enough."

The black faded from Aaron's eyes. Blake knew the possession had been terminated.

Suddenly, the door crashed open, the others peering in anxiously to see what had happened. They had all sensed it at once, as soon as Blake had entered the washroom.

"Oh my god!" Cass cried, running into the bathroom to help Lena.

"What the fuck!" Pogue exclaimed. "What did Aaron do?"

"It wasn't Aaron," Blake replied grimly, looking up to see Caleb's feared expression.

"What do you mean it wasn't Aaron?" Came Reid's voice as he to entered the washroom, closely followed by Val and Tyler.

"That's what I'd call caught in the act right there if anything."

"He was being possessed. Someone with a great deal of power."

"Was it Chase?" Caleb asked sharply, glancing down at the unconscious Aaron.

"No, no it wasn't. He's still too weak. But he obviously has someone else working for him. Someone with a British accent."

Everyone exchanged doubtful looks.

"British accent? But nobody in Ipswich has an accent." Tyler said sounding puzzled.

Lena had gotten up with the help of Cass, and she was now rubbing her head, looking shaken by what had just happened.

"He told me that someone wanted me, and that I was going to make his 'friend' very happy. Whatever that means." She said.

Pogue rushed to her side and helped pick her up to her feet.

"I shouldn't have let you go alone!" He exclaimed. "I should have guessed something would happen."

"Don't be silly," Lena added. "Of course you couldn't have known."

"We let our guard down." Caleb said grimly. "From now on we can't slip up anymore. We're obviously being watched very closely. Chase has got someone else to help him. None of us can be alone for more than a minute you understand? Make sure you know where each other are at all times."

"Aye to that captain." Reid added.

"I don't think it's safe here right now." Caleb continued. "I think we should all go back to my place, and let my mom know what's happened."

"Good idea," Pogue said, still holding Lena protectively even though she kept mumbled that she was fine.

"What are we going to do about this thing?" Reid asked, kicking the limp form of Aaron as he rolled lifelessly to the side.

"Leave him," Caleb shrugged. "He won't remember a thing about the possession. Let it teach him a lesson for being a prick."

"With pleasure," Reid grinned. "Let's add a few touches first."

He eagerly hurried into a stall and then emerged and proceeded to wrap toilet paper around Aaron's head.

"There," he beamed, admiring his handy work. "That ought to do it."

"Okay, let's get out of here." Caleb said, placing an arm around Blake as he led her out of the bathroom, everyone else following suit.

"Good call back there," he said quietly in her ear. "You sensed that before any of us, even me."

"Women's intuition, it never fails." Blake smiled back as they filed out of the bar.

After filling Evelyn in on the story, she insisted that the group remain in her house for the rest of the night and nobody was allowed to go anywhere alone unless someone knew about it and was close by. Lena was being pampered, receiving a huge steaming mug of hot chocolate from Evelyn and several blankets. Not to mention Pogue who kept asking her every five seconds if she was okay.

"Honestly!" She laughed, after he repeated the question for about the eighth time. "I'm going to be just fine. I've survived worse before."

"You really are a trooper," he grinned, rubbing her on the back.

The group was assembled in the vast living room, and Caleb had put on a movie to keep everyone calm. He himself however, was brooding over the events that had just happened. How had chased managed to find another individual with the power? It was absurd. He had to find out who this person was. He wasn't going to stop until he had searched the entire town of Ipswich or read up on every book of witch names he could find.

Blake noticed Caleb's inner brooding and shook her head with a slight smile. She snuggled down beside him on one of the couches and draped a warm blanket over them.

"You need to stop worrying so much and try to relax." She murmured in his ears. "Everything's okay now. We're going to be much more prepared now."

"I don't know how you can stay so calm," he sighed, tucking the blanket in around them and kissing her lightly on the forehead.

"I'm just here to make sure our fearless leader stays sane." She laughed.

Caleb felt his stomach relax a little as he looked at her smiling up at him. He cuddled up closer to her, letting her soft, brown curls fall over him so he could run his hand through them.

When the movie was over, everyone geared up for sleep mode. Everyone except for Caleb and Blake would camp out in the living room, taking turns staying awake with the aid of red bull and guitar hero. Caleb led Blake into his bedroom and collapsed onto the comfort of his bed gratefully while Blake changed into a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. He looked up at her with a lopsided grin and patted on the bed beside him for her to lie down. She obliged and let out a long sigh, staring up at his ceiling.

"So Caleb," she said quietly. "Pogue tells me you were having a bit of girl troubles before I came along."

Caleb frowned, ever since Blake had shown up and all these other ludicrous events had occurred, Sarah had not once entered his mind. He now felt a little twinge of pain at the thought of her. He sighed.

"Figures he'd be one to bring that up," he said glumly. "I don't know. I thought everything was going great you know? She knew the secret, and I thought she was okay with it, until the summer when she said she just wanted a normal life."

Blake turned to him. Caleb looked in her eyes and saw understanding in her gaze.

"Anyways," he continued. "She moved back to her hometown, and I was okay with it. I just wanted to stay in touch and all, but apparently she had other things on her mind."

"Relationships are definitely complicated enough as it is, adding on the extra of the power, and well you've got yourself a hell of a rough time." Blake smiled sadly.

"I just asked," she added slowly. "Because I wasn't sure, if you know, you were over it."

Caleb paused, unsure of what to say. He had been with Sarah for a long time before they had broken up, and yes, he had really liked her. But with Blake, things were just different. They seemed to make sense, yet they were unpredictable and exciting at the same time.

"I am." He said with a confidence that surprised even himself.

"I just wanted to make sure," Blake continued. "Because I like you Caleb."

She said it without a trace of embarrassment, not taking her eyes off of him for a moment.

"Well I really like you," Caleb grinned, blushing slightly. "You're a mystery," he said, taking her hand in his. "But at the same time, when I'm around you, everything just makes perfect sense."

She smiled, that perfect, heart-melting smile. Caleb felt his insides swell.

"I could say the exact same thing about you."

"Blake—" He murmured.

"Hush," she grinned. "No more talking."

Then she kissed him, unlike their first fierce kiss, this one was sweeter, softer yet still completely wrapping Caleb up in passion. He kissed her back deeply, loving the taste of her mouth, the smell of her hair.

They lay there, kissing for a long time. Blake sighed deeply, wrapping her fingers delicately in his hair, pulling him slowly down on her.

Caleb obliged, running his hands up her thighs, feeling her creamy smooth skin. The kissing deepened, Caleb exploring her body as it did so. His hands gliding up her stomach and the remainder of her clothes slowly, savoring every second.

He looked up at her for reassurance, and she pulled his ear towards her mouth.

"I want you," she purred.

This sent Caleb's self-esteem shooting up like heroin. She kissed him fiercely, yanking off his shirt as she did so and throwing it aside. Caleb was riled up in pleasure, his mind soaring high above cloud nine.

"Just double checking," he blurted. "You want to do this?"

"What did I say about talking?" She grinned and pulled him into her.

It was sweet and perfect yet heated and passionate. This, Caleb thought blissfully as Blake moaned in his ear, is definitely what good sex is.

When it was all over they lay back and stared up out of Caleb's skylight, breathing heavily. Caleb drew her closely to him and kissed the top of her head several times before closing his eyes and falling into a peaceful sleep.