Having gotten their luggage loaded into the SUV, Pogue tipped the valet for his help. He got into the middle seat with Reid and Tyler in the back seat of the three-row SUV. Caleb was driving, and Sarah was riding shotgun. Pogue checked his phone for messages. He had seven missed messages from Kate. He answered all of them. She responded back. But now they were in the only responding with the emoji phase of the conversation. He liked Kate a lot but was not sure if she was the one for him. She was beautiful and had a great body. But she just seemed a little too delicate to him. As to why he could not put his finger on it. He decided to let her figure out what she wanted first, then he would reevaluate where they were at in their relationship.

"Did you feel that?" asked Tyler from the rear seat. His face was alighted with wonder.

"Yes." said everyone excitedly, except Sarah. She did not understand what the magic users sensed.

"What the hell was that," stated Reid. He was still trying to wrap his head around what he felt. Normally when he crossed over a magical ward, it felt like static electricity briefly going through his body. He remembered when their fathers had taught them how to sense wards and then eventually, to make their own. Their fathers had then played a cruel joke on them. When they had just come into their powers and learned about wards, they realized that if they touched anything that had magical properties, it would give off a slight charge. They spent a whole summer testing many items. Only to later find out, that their fathers planted the wards to keep them busy and away from the more dangerous magical items. When they became more experienced with their powers, they figured out that the items that they thought were magical, in fact, were not. Their fathers finally showed them how to make wards and how to sense the different types. The one they felt crossing into Beacon Hills was unlike anything they ever experience before.

"What are you talking about?" asked Sarah looking afraid. She was trying to get over her fear of all things supernatural. She loved Caleb and trusted him. She even trusted his coven. But what Chase did to her. Taking over her body, invading her mind and manipulating her to do his will. That is what scared her the most. That, someone, was able to completely control her and she was unable to stop it.

"It's OK," said Caleb putting his hand on her thigh to comfort her. "We all just felt a surge of magical energy."

"Huh," said Sarah looking at him worried.

"It felt like an electrical bolt just went through my body," said Caleb giving her a smile for comfort. "It did not hurt."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" asked Sarah.

Caleb looked out the front windshield for a moment before answering her. "I am not sure," he stated. He reached over and grabbed her hand. "Whatever it was, we will be ok." His voice was trying to reassure her. He knew that she was still concerned with Chase.

"Does anyone remember reading about this in the book of damnation?" asked Tyler changing the subject.

"We could have crossed someone's ward," said Pogue.

"Do you think Chase put a ward around the area to alert him when we are near?" asked Tyler.

"Well, if he did. He'd better be preparing for an ass-whooping," said Reid.

"If it was to alert him that we are near him, I don't think that we would have felt anything," said Caleb. "Why would he want to alert us of his presence?"

"Because he is an egotistical maniac, who doesn't know how-to put-up wards," said Reid.

Caleb did not answer. He looked over at Sarah. He could tell that she was scared and trying to hide it and he wished that she would have stayed back with his mother. She looked at him and smiled. She was putting up a strong façade, which he saw right through. He smiled at her to let her know that it would be OK. She just gripped his hand tighter,

No one said much for the rest of the ride to the new house. Each one lost in their own thoughts on what they just experienced. The SUV pulled into the long driveway. Caleb was pleased with Gorman on his selection of the house as he drove towards the front door. The house was off the main road. The old white Victorian farmhouse, with a high, three-pitched roof, had a large wrap around porch, with a swing on one end, set back far enough that you could not see it from the road. Caleb pulled up Gorman came out to meet them.

"Hi Gorman," said Caleb getting out of the vehicle.

"You should not be here," said Gorman grumbling to himself under his breath. "This place is not safe."

"I take it he is not happy about us coming here," said Pogue coming around the vehicle.

"He and my mother talk to each other too much," said Caleb.

"Mmph," said Gorman walking past them carrying some luggage up to the house.

They followed Gorman into the house. Gorman set down the luggage he was carrying. It was hard to believe that a man that looked as old as he did still have the strength of a man in his twenties.

"Mr. Garwin, your room is upstairs and to the right three doors down. Mr. Simms your room is across from Mr. Reid. Caleb and Pogue yours are to the left. Pogue, you are on the right. Caleb across from you. Ms. Wenham, you have the downstairs master suite. Which just happens to be right across from my room." The last statement was directed toward Caleb. He just smiled and picked up his luggage and went up the stairs.

Sarah smiles at Caleb knowing that he would still end up in her room or her in his. It was funny how Caleb interacted with Gorman. She knew that Gorman had been in Caleb's family long before Caleb was born. She knew that using the Power aged the person who used it. She knew that Gorman did not have the Power, but there was something about him that made her think that the Power had been used on him. She had met Caleb's father. He should have been in his late 40s or early 50s. She thought he looked like he was over a hundred. Gorman took care of him. She knew that Caleb had wanted to spend more time with his father, but the Power took him too soon. Sarah suspected that Gorman tried to fill in as the father figure in Caleb's life. She suspected that the other guys probably also had daddy issues. Not to say that they had terrible fathers. More than their fathers were taken from them too early. The Power was a cruel taskmaster.

She thanks Gorman for the information and headed for her room. The master suite was a large room with a rather large walk-in closet next to the bathroom. She was from a middle-income family. So she was impressed with the grandeur of this house. The bathroom was larger than her room that she grew up in. She knew that Caleb had wealth. But he did not flaunt it like some of the rich boys did when she was first started attending Spencer's Academy back in Ipswich. Money did not impress her as much as Caleb's smile or smirk did.

She knew that Caleb was the one for her. She would be beside him no matter what. She knew that Caleb wanted her also. But there was this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that he was afraid to be with her. She suspected that it was because of his mom, who had to watch his father succumbed to the Power. His mother could not handle it. She turned to alcohol to ease her pain, leaving her son to deal with losing both his father and his mother - each to their own addiction. She knew that Caleb would not want his child to go through what he had to suffer through. She was determined to prove to him that he was not his father and she was not his mother. She could not dwell on that right now. She unpacked her luggage and examined herself in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable to everyone, before heading out the door. She still felt that she looked like a traveling hobo, with the way her hair had become so unruly during the trip here.

Everyone else got their luggage unpacked and things put away. They all ended up meeting in the dining room. Gorman had dinner ready for everyone. Gorman had made roast beef with carrots, mashed potatoes with a large boat of gravy sitting beside it, and a plate full of thick-sliced homemade bread.

"Gorman, I have missed your cooking," said Caleb,

Gorman just gave a small grunt as he put another side dish of green beans on the table.

"Yes, this smells wonderful," said Sarah looking around at all the food on the table.

"Thank you, Ms. Wenham," said Gorman with a very small smile showing on his lips.

"Gorman your food smell delicious," said Reid as he came in followed by Tyler and Pogue.

"Thank you, Mr. Garwin," said Gorman as he watched as everyone made their way to their seats. Caleb sat at the head with Sarah to his left. Pogue on his right, Reid beside and Tyler across from him and beside Sarah.

Gorman also brought out a fresh spring salad in a large bowl that he placed in the middle of the table. He knew that spell casting took energy. Even though he did not agree with them doing magic, he knew the cost that it took on the body. He wanted the boys to be healthy and full. All the years of taking care of Caleb's father had put him in a special position to know about the Power and its drawbacks. But if it wasn't for Caleb's dad, his daughter would be dead. He laid extra napkins on the table. Everyone started to dig into the meal.

"Pass the potatoes," said Pogue handing the green beans to Sarah.

"This brisket is so good," said Tyler closing his eyes while he chewed, savoring each bite.

"How did Gorman get such a nice house?" asked Sarah.

"I am not sure," said Caleb.

"Gorman how did you come by a house like this in this backwater town?" yelled Reid to Gorman who had gone back into the kitchen.

"Reid!" admonished Sarah.

"What?" asked Reid not understanding the reason Sarah was getting on his case.

"Yes," said Gorman as he came from the kitchen area. "This house was no trouble at all. When Master Danvers told me that you were all going to come to this town, I knew that you would need a large place for everyone. I called a realtor friend and inquired about properties here in Beacon Hills. He found this place. I must say, I got this place at a steal. The previous owners were very eager to sell for some reason. He said that the owners were worried about all the strange occurrences that have been happening around this area.

"Speaking of strange occurrences," said Caleb. "Tyler, after dinner would you place the wards around the house?"

"Sure," said Tyler. He hated putting up wards. He had to touch blood. It was not that he was squeamish around blood. He just did not like watching people bleed. The wards that he had to put up required blood from all four of them. The first time that they put up wards was when they were fifteen and sixteen years old. Thinking that they were old enough to start learning from the book of Damnation, their fathers gave them a copy of it. When they were kids, they were all excited about finding the Book of Damnation. Only later did they realize that their fathers planted a fake book with basic spells in it. It was not until their fathers had died away did, they inherit the real Book of Damnation. They kept it warded and locked. It was the one thing that they did not want Chase to have.

"Wards?" asked Sarah. She knew that they were Warlocks and that they could do amazing things. But she was always curious about the world of the supernatural, even if she was afraid of it. She knew she needed to face her fears. So, when they slipped up and said something that piqued her curiosity, she would always ask about it. She knew that Caleb would try to shield her from the morbid parts though. But Reid would not sugar coat things for her. She used every opportunity to inquire, so when they would let their guard down, she would ask them a question. Every time she would ask Caleb directly, he would try to protect her from the truth. She knew that the others would tell her the truth, not realizing that they might be endangering her. She knew it was dangerous to know too much about the supernatural world. But she did not care. She was a part of it now. She wanted to be informed so that she could be prepared.

"There are many different types," said Pogue trying to answer her question enough, but without getting on Caleb's bad side. He knew that Caleb wanted to protect Sarah at all costs. Pogue is more pragmatic than Caleb when it came to their loved ones knowing about the supernatural world. He and Caleb would argue over which method was better for protecting them. Letting them know as much about the supernatural as possible, which he and Tyler thought was best. Or, as Caleb and Reid thought, letting them know as little as possible. Both had their merits. So, when Sarah asked questions about witchcraft, he would try to tell her enough to satisfy her curiosity without upsetting Caleb. "What Tyler will be doing essentially, is putting a supernatural doorbell around the property to let us know magically, who is walking around the premises."

"Is there an audible sound?" asked Sarah. "Will I be able to hear it?"

"No," said Caleb who was giving a death stare to Reid, who was laughing and making doorbell sounds. "You don't need to worry about it. It is just a way to let us know when someone is coming near us."

More jokes were made by Reid, resulting in more threats from Caleb, but everyone continued to eat their meal. Sarah was frustrated that the conversation had turned away from her getting more understanding of the new world she found herself in.

"Would anyone like some peach cobbler?" asked Gorman as he walked into the room to begin removing dishes and silverware from the table.

"Gorman makes the best cobbler around," said Pogue as Gorman's entrance help change the subject from warding to something else. He saw that Caleb was thankful for the change also. He was still giving Reid the stink eye. But Reid was not paying attention to him. He was too busy clearing his food off his plate. Gorman always made them finish their meals before they could have dessert.

"So, what all does 'putting up wards' entail?" asked Sarah not letting go of her quest for more information.

"Nothing much," said Tyler this time not looking at Caleb. Sarah liked Tyler, she looked at him as a kid brother. Cute and sweet, but annoying at times. "Basically, I need some of their blood. I put it in a bowl. Say the spell then go outside and "paint" it on trees and other things as I say another spell. Nothing much really. Hardly takes any power."

Gorman comes back in and lays a pan of peach cobbler down in the middle of the table. "Gorman, this smell wonderful," said Caleb taking a deep sniff of the air. Everyone agreed as Gorman laid dessert plates and silverware in front of them.

"Oh my gosh," said Sarah and she ate her first bite. "I think I could marry you right now," she said as she took another bite with vanilla ice cream this time. Gorman just smiled at her praise.

Once dessert was finished and the table was cleared, Pogue went and got an old clay bowl and a sharp knife. He laid them in the middle of the table. He could tell that Caleb was nervous about letting Sarah see how they do spellcasting. Caleb knew that Sarah had seen him using the Power. But, using the power and doing a spell with the power was different. He did not want her to think that what they were doing, did not come at a price. Setting wards were some of the easiest spells they could do. But the power was seductive. The more you used the power, the more you wanted too. The bad thing about using the power was that it sapped your vitality causing you to age, depending on how much you used.

With the bowl in the middle, each of the warlocks grabbed the lip of the bowl.

"dës Schuel ze huelen an meng Cadeaus kréien," they said together. They removed their hands and Tyler grabbed the knife and cut a slit across his palm. He winced as blood started to gush out.

"a mengem Blutt, deen ech ze soen hunn, mir ze soen, wat fir ze kommen," Tyler says as he drips his blood into the bowl.

He passes the knife to Pogue who is sitting next to him. He does the same thing with the knife and repeats the words. The rest do the same. Once Caleb, who is last, drips his blood into the bowl, they again grab the lip of the bowl.

"Blutt op Blutt ruffen ze liesen mech ze wëssen, wien et geet," they say together. The blood gives off a slight glow before turning fading back to its normal red color.

"Now the boring part," stated Tyler. "I have to spread this stuff around the perimeter." He got up and walked towards the front door. He dipped his finger in the bowl and placed his bloodied finger on the doorframe. "erziel mer," he mutters. The bloody mark faded from view.

Tyler walked out of the house and down the driveway. Occasionally, apply a drop of blood on a tree or bush. Each time muttering the same words. The property was large, and this was going to take a while. The sun was just above the horizon. Tyler knew that it would take some time and that he would not get back until later.

Tyler made his way towards the lake at the back of the property. He sensed someone watching him. He looked around the woods, not seeing anyone. 'It was probably Reid trying to scare me," He thought to himself.

Tyler continued his way to the lake. He dipped his finger in the bowl again and touched a tree near the lake he muttered the words again. The blood faded into the tree not leaving a stain. Tyler still could not get over the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked around one more time. The sun was setting so no shadows were being cast about. If Reid was there, he was hiding well.

"Reid, you can come on out!" yelled Tyler. He waited for a minute for Reid to come out. But he never did. Tyler just shook his head. Turning back towards the lake he ran right into a guy standing near the edge of the water. He was wearing jogging shorts and a tank top. He was a muscular good-looking guy. There was something about him though. The guy oozed danger. The guy was an alpha predator. Tyler's heart rate sped up. He'd never seen this person before. He had thought that the house was in a pretty secluded area.

"Hi," said the guy in a jovial voice. "I did not mean to spook you."

"Hi," said Tyler carefully hiding the bowl of blood behind his back before the guy could see what he was holding. He did not want to have to explain why he was carrying around a bowl of blood.

"Sorry, did not know someone was living in the house across the lake from us," said the guy. "I am Emmett. My family and I live across the lake."

Tyler looked towards where Emmett was pointing. He could not see anything. No houses or buildings of any kind. Was this a trick of Chase's? He looked back Emmett with suspicion in his eyes.

"Yeah, you can't see it from here," said Emmett. "It's like your house, we can't see it either. Neither of our houses is viewable from the lake. I guess whoever built them wanted the houses to be as private as possible."

"Yeah, I guess so," said Tyler still not convinced that this guy is who he says he is. Could he fight Chase one on one? He did not know. Tyler knew that he was the weakest in the Power compared to the others. He knew it was because he was the youngest.

"Emmett, you big oaf, why didn't you wait for us," said a beautiful blonde girl. She had her long hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing a tight jogging outfit that hugged her body in all the right places. Tyler could feel his pants feeling a little constricted as he looked at her. She ran over and kissed Emmett playfully. For some reason, it was erotic to him. Tyler had to look away or his pants would cause him to embarrass himself in front of the new neighbors. Did not need to let them know what he was packing.

"Yeah, you should have waited," said the pixie-like girl as she jogged up with a blond model looking guy following her. They were all very attractive.

"Well, I am sorry if I jog faster than a turtle walks," said Emmett teasing.

"That was not it," said the gorgeous blonde girl. "You cheated."

"Did not," said Emmett. "I just have a competitive edge."

"By competitive," said the blond guy this time. "You mean putting a pebble in someone's shoe forcing them to take it off. While you keep sprinting ahead."

"Look I can't help it if you don't clean out your shoes," said Emmett with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye. Tyler could tell he was a practical joker type of guy.

"Hi, I am Alice," said the pixie-like girl. "This is Rosalie, Jasper, and that knucklehead is Emmett."

"Hi, I am Tyler."

"Nice meeting you," said Alice. "Sorry if we are trespassing on your land. We did not know anyone had taken residence here."

"No problem," said Tyler. "We just moved here."

Tyler was still struck by their beauty. Reid was going to flip when he saw Rosalie. He was still trying hard not to look at her. But his eyes betrayed him. He was caught by Emmett, looking at her tits. Emmett just went over to Rosalie and put his arm around her shoulder and kissed the side of her head. He also gave a slight squeeze to her left breast letting Tyler know that those were his. Tyler's pants got tighter thinking about both naked and having sex. 'I need to get laid soon.' He thought to himself.

"So," said Alice. "We are so glad to meet you. Will you be going to Beacon Hills High?"

"Yes," said Tyler trying to get his mind out of the gutter with these people around him. If all the people in Beacon Hills looked like them, he knew he died and went to heaven.

"What brought you here to Beacon Hills?" asked Rosalie. Emmett still had his arm around her. He wasn't squeezing her breast this time, but his hand was near it. Tyler knew if it was him and he was with her, he would have his hand there all the time. She was just that beautiful. It took him a while to answer.

"Uh," Tyler said, still trying to force his mind not to go to places it should not go when he looked at these people. The pixie girl was too alluring and mysterious. The blond guy reeked of sex appeal. The muscle guy embodied every cliché of masculinity there was. The blonde bombshell was everyone's fantasy. "My cousins' and I just moved here with our guardian. We recently had several tragedies in our family. So, our grandparents decided to send us away so that they could take care of things without having to worry about us."

Tyler waited to see if they bought his back story. They all knew that they would need one, so Progue came up with this explanation as to why they were in Beacon Hills. No one would believe that five teenagers and one caregiver would move to a new location on their own. The story was that their parents were all out on a party bus having fun when a drunk driver crossed into their lane and killed them all. Their grandparents took guardianship of them. The grandparents decided that they needed to start a new life somewhere away from the tragedy of their parents' deaths. The plan, as Pogue described, would play on people's sympathy. Who could resist a bunch of cousins all losing their parents at the same time?

Alice tipped her head down. Tyler had seen that look before. He knew that she was putting two and two together. That his parents were dead. In reality, his father was dead. His mother just did not give a damn about him. As soon as his father succumbed to the power, she had moved on. Tyler was just twelve years old when his father was consumed by the Power. He was a harsh man. Never showing Tyler much support. The only thing he was interested in was trying to keep himself alive. Only later, did Tyler learn that his father was looking into ways of making himself live longer. It did not work. He died in his late 30s. Tyler did not take it all that hard that he had lost his dad. His father was not around most of his life anyway. Caleb's dad was the one who went to his games and other events when they were growing up. Tyler's father was too busy to attend. He did not hate his father though. He just wished that he spent more time with him.

"Oh, I am so sorry," said Alice. Her voice sounded sincere. Her eyes seemed to be able to see into Tyler's soul through his eyes could and tell that she knew that he was not telling the truth. He knew that she did not believe him. But she did not say anything to contradict what he had said.

"I am doing ok though," said Tyler.

The wind shifted. Tyler moved the bowl in his hands behind him. He was still trying not to make it look obvious that he was holding a bowl of blood behind his back. In a flash, Emmett was next to Jasper with his arms wrapped around Jasper's chest. As if he was restraining him from attacking something. Jasper's eyes were wild, and his face was contorted into a snarl. Tyler felt threatened and worried for his safety for the first time since meeting them.

"Well it was nice meeting you," said Rosalie trying to alleviate his fears. "We need to get back."

Tyler watched as Rosalie moved to the other side of Jasper. It almost looked as if she and Emmett were supporting Jasper. Tyler did not understand why he felt that they were getting Jasper out of the area for his safety. He watched as they jogged or more less ran out of the area. Emmett holding onto Jasper's shoulder and Rosalie linking her arm with his other arm and speeding out of the area. Alice was right behind them. Tyler just figured his neighbors were weird.

Tyler finished moving around the property setting up the wards. He went to the middle of the lake and made a boundary with the ward. He could just barely see his neighbor's house off in the distance. He had a sense that they were more than just what they said they were. It could not put his finger on it, but something was definitely off with his neighbors.

Tyler finally made it to the back door. He smeared his finger in the bowl getting the last of the blood out of it and smearing it on the mantle and the door frame. He said one more spell that linked all the drops of blood together. He felt a surge of power course through him, letting him know that the wards were now active.

Tyler walked into the kitchen and saw that Reid, Caleb, and Pogue were already there waiting for him, each with sleep heavy eyes. He must have taken longer than expected to set up the wards. The clay bowl was placed in the middle of the table. They placed their hands on the bowl one more time and muttered the spell that activated the wards. They each felt the magic flow through their bodies, letting them know that their wards were completely activated.

"Sorry that it took longer than expected," said Tyler. "I met our new neighbors."

"What?" asked Reid now fully awake.

"Chill," said Tyler. "They did not know that we had moved in. They said they normally run around the lake for exercise."

"How many were there?" asked Caleb.

"Four," replied Tyler.

Tyler knew that Caleb was trying to figure out if Chase had enough power to pull off four deceptions at the same time. Once Caleb concluded that Chase would not have used that much of the Power to figure out where they were at, he calmed down some.

"Did they seem normal to you?" asked Caleb.

"Yes and no," said Tyler. "They seemed ok at first. But then, for some weird reason, they were in a hurry to leave."

"Do you think it was Chase trying to deceive you?" asked Reid. "We all know how gullible you are."

"I am not sure," said Tyler, ignoring the jab from Reid. "But, like I said they seemed to be ok at first, then at the end, it seemed they couldn't get away from me fast enough."

"Mmm," said Pogue. "I can feel the wards are in place. I say we get some sleep and continue this in the morning. I for one, need to get some sleep."

They all decided that sleep was the best option after they could tell that the wards were set up correctly. Tyler made it into his room. He was too tired to take a shower before bed. He was able to remove his shoes, shirt, and pants before crawling into bed. As soon as his head hit his pillow he was out. Magic took a lot from him and he needed his rest.