Tyler's Hummer pulled up to a cliff over-looking the ocean and surrounded by trees. There was a flash of light from the sky—almost like lightening but at the same time nothing like lightening—and Jamie and Tyler saw it hit Reid square in the chest. He fell backwards from the force of the hit and laid on the ground, still, almost lifeless for the usually jumpy and fidgety boy.

Jamie jumped from the car screaming and running towards where Reid lay unconscious on the ground. Pogue caught Jamie around her waist and held her back. He didn't have to look to know that her eyes were black. There was no way someone that size could be using that much strength on her own.

But Jamie's power wasn't focused on her. She wasn't using it to gain strength to escape from Pogue's grasp. She was using to send everything she had in Reid's direction. She hoped that anything she sent him, he could use to wake up before Chase came back to finish with him. Jamie couldn't bear to sit by and watch as Chase hurt Reid. She was fairly sure she wouldn't be able to recover if she ever had to watch him die. But her strength, that was all her. It was more than she had ever known she was capable of, but she wasn't surprised. She had always heard that people seemed to attain un-explainable strength when people they cared about were in danger.

Pogue used every ounce of his own muscle—quite a bit after four years of being on the high school swim team—to restrain Jamie. If she ran to Reid's side then Chase would kill her. He had been in a confrontation with Chase before and he knew what Chase was capable of. He wasn't human anymore. He was a cold-blooded killer. There was no mercy left in him. The power had sucked every bit of humanity out of him.

"Jamie! Stop it! This is just what Chase wants!" Pogue shouted.

"Reid!" was all Jamie could manage. She didn't care if Chase was there. All she cared about was being at Reid's side and making sure he was okay. He still wasn't moving. Besides, Chase was no where to be seen. Jamie figured he must have seen Tyler's Hummer, Pogue's bike, and Caleb's Mustang pull up and he got scared and ran off. Sure, Chase had used her, Caleb, and now Reid as punching bags, but he had never confronted the Sons of Ipswich together. They could defeat him. She knew that they could. She knew that Chase knew that they could. Otherwise, he would have killed them all by now.

"Jamie!" Tyler called to her. He ran to her, grabbed her by the hand, and ran with her back to his truck. He saw the black in her eyes dissipate into the natural green. But the worry, the fear that Reid wasn't waking up, the frustration of not being able to do anything, and the constant paranoia from the last few weeks that had been wearing on them all, it was all still as clear as day in her eyes.

"Stay here!" Tyler ordered. "I'll get Reid. I promise you that everything will be okay. We're going to win this. Chase won't take anything else from us," Tyler assured her with a quick hug before running away into the clearing of the cliff where Reid was still lying, still un-moving.

Jamie watched her brother running to the boy she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She watched as Tyler shook Reid. She watched as Reid just laid there. Then she watched as a figure appeared behind her brother without his knowing. It came from thin air. It was Chase.

"Tyler!" she screamed to him. "Watch out!"

Tyler turned to face the boy who had made his life a living hell for his senior year of high school. His eyes were instantly covered in black and his face was one that Jamie had never seen before. It was a mix of fear, exhaustion, known victory, and a hatred that Jamie had never known Tyler to have before.

"You tried to kill my sister!" Tyler screamed at him.

"I almost did kill your sister. I could have if I had wanted to. She was just a message," Chase smiled at him.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Tyler leapt at Chase, causing him to fall backwards to the ground. The two rolled on the ground in a wrestling match for what seemed like an eternity. Then, as Tyler stood over Chase, thinking he was unconscious, Chase kicked his feet into Tyler's gut with a force that could have ripped Tyler's torso in half. Tyler went flying backwards into the air, landing against a tree and falling to the ground only feet away from Reid.

Caleb and Pogue had stood shocked into silent paralysis as they had watched Tyler fighting Chase. They had never seen him like that. He had never been that angry or that passionate. He was the quiet and shy boy of the four of them. They felt like it was probably good for him to work out some of his eighteen years worth of resentment towards everything that had ever happened to him in life. They would step in if he needed help.

Well, Tyler needed help. Chase was walking towards him with a look of passion in his eyes. The only thing that Chase Collins was ever passionate about was avenging his father, his family; he was passionate about killing the Sons of Ipswich.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Tyler heard as someone slapped him awake. He opened his eyes. It was Reid. He looked rough, but at least he was alive.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Tyler asked his best friend.

"Didn't you read the note? I couldn't let him hurt Jamie." Reid helped Tyler to his feet.

"Why didn't you come to us? You can't beat Chase alone."

"You can't beat me together either," Chase said from behind them.

The friends spun around to look at him. Chase had Caleb and Pogue to either side of him, a steady stream of energy hitting each of the so hard that they were paralyzed and powerless to the pain.

Before any of the boys knew what was going on, an orb of energy hit Chase from the side. He lost his concentration long enough for Caleb and Pogue to fall to their knees gasping for breath. Chase fell to the ground unconscious. Only, he didn't fall sideways from Jamie's hit. Everyone turned their heads to see Sarah standing over Chase's body holding a large rock in her hand, the blood on the bottom of it matching the blood running from the back of Chase's head.

"Never fuck with my boyfriend!" she shouted over the crashing waves from the ocean below them.

Tyler reached over to check Chase's pulse. There wasn't one. Five powerful witches had spent almost a year trying to defeat Chase. Who ever would have thought that one pissed-off teenage girl with a rock could have killed him?

But nothing in Ipswich, Massachusetts ever seemed to work out as planned. And thing were rarely as they seemed to be…