Author's note:
Now remember, I am making alot of this up (obviously) so I tried to explain things as best as I could. Sometimes it gets a little tricky explaining the ideas that run around in my head, but I try. I'm always open to ideas and help from my readers. If this story starts to spark anything that you might want to read in this little story of mine, let me know andI'll see what I can do.
Now on to chapter two!!

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The large bed was so comfortable, I never wanted to leave it. I snuggled down deeper under the covers before I rubbed the sleep from eyes and stretched like a lazy cat. Then my surroundings became clear; four imposing men stood around me. At first I didn't recognize them, then my mind finally placed names with faces; Caleb, Pogue, Tyler, and Reid.

"How the fuck did I get here?" I sat up and stiffled a yawn. Reid sat down beside me, honestly, I wish he stayed standing. Tyler sat at the end of the bed while Pogue found a desk chair and Caleb just stood starring at me with his arms crossed.

"I think there are a few questions that need answered. You better tell everything." Caleb glared at me.

"Wow, where to begin? Well how about this, do you know anything of the Daughters of Salem?" I already knew the answer, but I decided not to assume anything with this group.

I received three blank stares, but Tyler was the only one who seemed to think about it and he was the one to surprise me, "Weren't they a really old family, created around the same time as, well, our Covenant? I think I heard my dad talking about them once. It was a few years ago though."

I gave him a huge smile, "Tyler, I'm impressed. Here I thought you guys would know absolutely nothing, but there is still hope yet."

He blushed slightly and I noticed the glare Reid sent him. He was jealous and it was so obvious.

"Anyways, the Daughters of Salem and the Sons of Ipswich were constantly squabbling. My many greats grandmother, Abigail Williams, was the major kick start of the Salem Witch Trials. She did that because of how messed up her mother made her. See, she had a lot of power, but she didn't know of it until she was thirteen. That's when she came into power. Much like your powers," I gestured to the four boys, "She ended up falling in love with the fifth member of the Covenant, the one whose bloodline seemed to vanish..."

"Not until recently," Caleb interrupted.

"What?"

Pogue sneered slightly, "The fifth son came to visit us just a few months ago and to, oh yeah, take Caleb's powers."

"Hmmm... that's not good," I thought about this for a moment, then locked it into my memory to examine later, "Where was I, oh yes, Abby ended up having a bastard child, a son. She wanted the Covenant to help raise him, but they refused so she cursed them. She made it so, once the first born son Ascends, they had the chance of having their powers drain their life away if they allow themselves to be seduced by them. To break the spell is to claim a child of her lineage as theirs. Well at first, they got angry and made a counter curse; all sons born to her family would die. The Covenant figured the family power would die out. Her son died and she proceeded to have two other daughters whose fathers never claimed them as well. But what the Covenant forgot was even though with their families, the power lies in the son, Abigail's power lies in the daughter. Her son died and she proceeded to have two other daughters whose fathers never claimed them as theirs,"

Tyler cocked his head to the side, "How does that happen."

"Long ago, before there was every Christianity, their were two Covens. One was all female, one was all male. When they needed to mate, they did so and split the children accordingly. A few generations later, they discovered that this inter breeding was not a good idea.. People started to break away. That is why sometimes you come across a rogue concentration of magic in the normal public."

"So our families pretty much hate each other, you know about all this detailed history, but why don't the four of us know?" Tyler gestured around the room to incorporate everyone.

"It's a part of your history you want to forget because it's because of a simple little thing that prevents you from controlling your powers. So why aren't you taught to hate the Daughters? That's easy. It's this little karma thing that came into play. The powers of the Daughter's lye in not just the first born girl, but all girls of William's blood. If the family has one daughter, she gets all the power and it decreases in strength from there. There's a good and bad side to this. For instance, the power in the individual is weaker depending on how many sisters she has. But when one of the daughters dies, the power is absorbed into the others. This is when the Karma comes into play; a Daughter can be killed on the spot if she channels too much energy that use to be shared. The Sons of Ipswich tried to arrange a marriage between them and the Daughters of Salem, but we always refuse because of our pride. You once refuse a child you knew was part of the Covenant, and now the only reason you are willing to except another child, is to stop the curse. Sure my family will once again be able to not die from the energy we channel, but again, its our pride." I took a deep breathe and prayed for no more long winded explanations

"Damn," Reid laid down and placed his arm behind me. I tried to be discreet in inching farther away from him, "I feel like I'm in class."

"So who was that guy tonight?" Pogue asked.

I simply answered, "Jason Roddick, part of the werewolf alliance to the Daughters." The room jumped with conversation.

"Werewolves?"

"There's no such thing."

"Alliance?"

"Why would you need an alliance, especially with werewolves."

"Why don't we have alliances?"

"I wonder if there are vampires."

"Woah, woah, woah. Boys calm down. You think 'witches' are the only other beings out there? And my family needs an alliance, especially when we are being hunted and killed." The last statement made the room go eerily silent. I knew I had to give them an answer, "Normally I can keep my cool around Jason, but he likes pissing me off, but this time even he knew he went too far. He brought up my sisters. I'm the youngest of four girls. Five years ago, when I was twelve, there was about a months worth of events that all ended tragically. First, our house caught on fire and Megan, who was the third youngest, was the only one who didn't make it out. Three days later, my second oldest sister, Karen, died in a fire that was caused in my Uncle's garage. A week later, a third fire claimed my older sister Andrea in an old barn. All three times I had to stand and watch the fires claim them and hear their screams."

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat as I tried to stop the tears, but there was more I had to share, "We enlisted the help of the local werewolf clan because they were being hit with burnings also. It only targeted two, but both areas had been covered with runes and sigils and that indicated magic. My parents studied relentlessly to discover what had happened. The fire had a purpose, that means, it targeted only one person. The fires had been meant for me. My mom snapped when she found out and tried to kill me. She blamed me for my sisters deaths and said how I had always been the unwanted child. I went to live with my grandparents after that and I vowed to find who did this. Apparently something went wrong because the spells had not done their jobs, it claim my sisters, when I should have been the one to die."

Tyler rubbed my blanketed leg, "No one should be chosen to die. Your mom never should have said that to you."

I smiled at Tyler and he smiled back. He was so sweet and innocent. Reid sat up suddenly and glared at Tyler. Tyler's smile quickly turned to an unsure look. I saw Pogue and Caleb hide smirks behind their hands. Great, over night I had become part of a territorial battle between to Ipswich boys. Boys will be boys.