Queen of Ipswich

The Sequel of Daughter of Ipswich

The Glass Slipper

Co-Writer: cthrnwrites

Previously:

Tyler Simms P.O.V.

It was 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."

Father-Son Time

Reid Garwin P.O.V.

What. A. Drag.

I randomly began to pull the drawstrings of my hooded sweater, like Emilio Estevez did in Breakfast Club, trying to see if there really was any amusement to this. But there wasn't.

I groaned in defeat, and glanced back over at Chase Collin's unconscious body that was tied up, duck tapped, and laying upon the ground.

"Man, you really let yourself go," I bluntly commented to the limp form. "You're hardly recognizable."

But then my father's voice finally broke through that silent exterior he had been fronting all morning, since Celeste left," How old is he?"

I glanced over my shoulder towards my father, he was sitting upon his own standard metal lawn chair-which had been dragged into the pantry along with my own-for comfort as to whoever was watching this bastard.

"He's Eighteen," I answered simply, before I added my own opinion," the moron killed his adopted parents, and killed his own father to take his powers."

"He has two sets of powers?" My father inquired casually, but I saw his eyes sizing up Chase.

I nodded, and glanced back at the body.

That god damn freak was breaking apart my family. The mothers were in hysterics, except Evelyn who couldn't remember anything after saying goodbye to Celeste in the bathroom at dinner last night. My father and Mr. Simms were both stone cold about the whole situation, evaluating things like cold-calculated killers. Mr. Parry though was freaking out, along with Pogue, especially over Celeste.

Man…I can't believe I didn't notice something. She was acting like herself, hanging off of Caleb like any other girlfriend but still cool enough to hang with the rest of us boys. But it was really low of her to go after Caleb like that.

Sure he needed to be kicked in the balls or something, but she did that damn psychological warfare women like to do. They make a tick-tack size comment that can turn into a nuclear war-hammer that could take out a small country.

Poor guy…he didn't stand a chance against Celeste.

"Is the man after Celeste's powers?" My father questioned quietly, obviously trying to understand more of this twisted guy.

I shrugged my shoulders," Maybe. I think he's just after having Caleb's girl."

"Caleb's girl?" My father repeated lifting up an eyebrow in my direction.

I snorted inn amusement to my father, before I explained in basic "parent" terms," He just wants to have Celeste just so he can bang her and rub it in Caleb's face."

"Why?" My father questioned again, making me roll my eyes in frustration. It was like talking to someone who was from ancient times.

"Ego warfare, dad," I groaned, pointing to my temple with my thumb. "She's like a trophy. And the winner is whoever has her in their bed at night."

My father didn't look pleased in the terms I was speaking, so I snorted," Don't blame me. I wasn't the one who set up the stakes." I looked back at Chase's body.

Things were quiet again.

Out of a bad habit now, I began playing with my drawstrings again. Again. And again. And again.

Suddenly a brief, yet utterly random thought came racing through my mind. We needed to go try on that damn heel on the foot of every woman in Ipswich, and from there we could narrow it down to see who possibly could be that person who tried to kill Chase. Sure it would take a lot of work and time, but it would help narrow down the exact person we were looking for.

"Would Celeste's inability to age with her powers transfer, if she willed her powers to someone?" My father questioned again.

I shrugged my shoulders," No one knows. But I would assume it is possible." I then turned and accused him," What's with all the questions?"

My father starred down at Chase's body, hands upon his knees, and simply answered," If this is not true, that Celeste's powers and their extras abilities could be transferred, I just wonder if there isn't another affect to this wager over Celeste."

"What do you mean?" I gawked at my father. He sounded like he was speaking Chinese.

"If Celeste becomes pregnant, and if it wasn't by Caleb but rather Chase, here, they could possibly reestablish a long thought dead clan and start a clan war."

I rolled my eyes. Frankly it was a little disgusting thinking about Celeste getting all fat and puffy because she was gonna have Chase's kid. "Can't you just let it be that Caleb and Chase are both guys who just want to get laid by the same girl?"

My father huffed; obviously disliking the fact I wasn't grasping whatever he was thinking about.

So I went back to playing with my drawstrings again, feeling oh so tired.

But then my cell phone began to ring. It was Tyler's ringtone.

I struggled to stifle a yawn, as I pulled the cell out of my pocket and pressed it against my ear," What, Birthday Boy?"

"Huston," he spoke in a rush, unsettling me," we have a problem."

"What problem?" I sat up quickly, trying to figure out what Tyler was yakking about. "Where?"

Tyler then rambled," Dude, someone has been living here. And I think it's Chase. Or maybe that person we saw out in the field."

"And?" I pouted. Tyler got so worked up over to littlest of things. He was going to give himself a heart attack. He needed to chill.

"And," Tyler hissed, before adding," There is a spell here to use someone's emotional energy into raw power."

"Oh…shit…"

Author Note: Next update will contain Pogue's point of view, then we'll go back to Celeste. Yes, I know that you are all dying to read Caleb's point of view, but it won't be till later on in the series. But we need to get back to Celeste before we forget about her all together. After all she is our lovely leading lady, and who knows what she'll do next!?