Queen of Ipswich

The Sequel of Daughter of Ipswich

The Glass Slipper

Co-Writer: cthrnwrites

Previously:

"Can I just stay here for the day," I gulped quietly," I really can't handle going back to them right now."

"Of course," Kate smiled. "I'm sure my mom will bitch and moan about it for a little bit, but she'll simmer down like she always does."

I sighed and whispered," Thank you, Kate."

God…how was I going to salvage my relationship with Caleb now? It was like I had slipped down back into that rabbit hole I had crawled out of months ago and now a wicked step mother who represents that emotional teenage, witch, in me was beating me to a pulp about losing Caleb to stop words.

I should have just kept my mouth shut, and just went along with the boys. Just told my father I had powers and told them the truth about everything.

Unfortunately the only thing keeping me going right now was Kate, that bubbly girl whom was my fairy godmother in this hell hole.

Huston, We Have A Problem

Tyler Simms P.O.V.

How could anyone focus!? How could anyone focus, now!?

I know I sure as hell couldn't. We just found Chase in the remains of Putnam Barn with some…woman trying to kill him with powers. Then Reid and Pogue basically outed Celeste and told the dads about her powers. Then Celeste snapped!

I can't believe Caleb didn't notice she was acting weird, or how the bruises on her weren't from him or someone else. After all, if Celeste was my girlfriend I would watch her like a hawk. I would know where those bruises came from, and if they just appeared out of nowhere.

Yet I guess that's why I never lasted long with a girl. I'm just so protective and jealous.

But what confused me even more was how Celeste just snapped at Caleb. She wasn't ever one to use something so sensitive, to attack one of us. I couldn't believe she would use Aaron and Chase against Caleb in such a way.

Something was really bothering her.

And to top all of this off, my birthday and ascension is at the end of the week. Three days! Just three days!

Right now though, I was just thankful that no one else jumped up as a volunteer to check out our meeting place and make sure Chase, or anyone else, had gotten into it. I needed some time alone and away from everyone else.

I turned off my baby my hummer, and cautiously stepped out of it.

I wasn't just going to drop my guard, when there was someone else possibly waiting around to attack the rest of us. Nor was I going to get attacked, only to have Reid tell me I was just an ill-equipped kid and shouldn't venture by myself.

Reid had no idea how much he infuriated me. Sure I was the youngest, but that didn't mean I wasn't more mature than the rest of them with my emotions. Sometimes I questioned why I just don't send a darkling to haunt Reid's ass.

But then I think of things like Celeste, William Danvers, and my own father.

I see how much magic has changed their lives. Celeste had it thrust it upon her, and was forced to go "underground" with her powers. William Danvers took advantage of it, and now he's dead. And my own father…well he's lost his best friend to the abuse of magic and now has become so paranoid about I can't ever use magic around my family.

I trudged through the fields, letting the dew brush against my feet and jeans. The morning sun was shining brightly, so bright I had to cup my hands around my eyes to find my way into our secret lair.

I pulled back the heavy wooden door, upon the ground, and instantly was hit with a wave of stale stench. I had to let out a cough and a moan of disgust.

We all needed to get some serious restoration put into this whole thing, and give it some modern updates. Like a lock and key, or some other form of security. After all William Danvers and Gorman aren't living just up the stairs any more. This was a vacant lot.

I ventured down into the darkness of the "pit", but once my eyes adjusted; I found that there were actually a few candles burning softtly.

I rushed down the stairs, and found the whole pit seeming as if someone had been living in it for weeks. There were wrappers of fast food places; there were even dirty and falling-apart pieces of clothes and an old wool blanket. I even found a bucket that had been obviously used for the bathroom.

I tried not to gag at the smell or the sights; it was almost like a homeless person had been squatting here. But upon more examination I found the book of Damnation laying out on one of the stone seats. There were scraps of paper sticking out, and notes written upon them.

It was a spells. A spell about an incubus. A spell about communicating to someone's mind…like Celeste does. Then I spotted a spell. A spell about using emotion as a way to feed one's powers, through accessing someone else's emotions.

"Oh boy…" I murmured instantly pulling my cell phone out of my pocket. I just had to tell the guys about this, 'cause if Chase knew this spell and he casted it on Caleb, Chase would be able to crush us all. And if this was that mystery witch, than we had just added another puzzle piece to that mystery.

"What, Birthday Boy?" Reid answered the call, yawning loudly. Obviously he had been sleeping, or thinking about sleep.

"Huston," I began to pick up the Book of Damnation and the spells," we have a problem."

Author's Note: Next update will have Reid Garwin's POV, and you will get to see how Tyler's discovery goes over with Reid.