AN/ Hi, it feels like it's been forever since I was on fanfiction. This spring has kept me busy for sure... But finally I've been able to get this done.

I can't thank you guys enough for all your support. Creating an account here and writing stories for you is one of the best things I've ever done.

This chapter contains a lot of stuff and I suggest you read it carefully or you might miss something...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kickin' it (or the plot of the series would've been completely different...)

Chapter 17

The Brotherhood of the Fireguard

The man led us through a fairly long corridor. The room lacked windows and had only a few sources of light which made it feel slightly eerie. I probably wouldn't have wanted to walk around here alone at the night.

"You must be Christian Brewer's son then," the man said.

"Yes sir," Jack answered.

"Hm… Well, my name is Bernard Dayton," his voice was much friendlier now. "I think this room will do…" he mumbled, both of them stopping for a moment as I heard the click of a door opening. "After you…"

Jack hesitated for a spilt second before stepping through the door. I peeked out from under his shirt. The room was small, and simple in its decor. An oval-shaped table with eight chairs, pretty much filled up the whole place. To the right was another door and right across from where we'd entered there was a window, covered with long drapes, blocking the sunlight and any curious eyes… The walls were navy blue with small dots of yellow, which made it look like the night sky.

"Take a seat," Bernard gestured towards one of the chairs. Jack sat down and from his new position, I could see the crest with the torch and the axe, hanging on the wall. Bernard went around the table and I quickly ducked my head, hiding in the shirt. A chair moved across the floor as the man pulled it out to sit down.

"So," he started. "You say you'd like to join us."

"Yes,"

"I take it that you know what we're doing then." Jack hesitated.

"Kind of…" he answered honestly, but quickly added. "Dad's told me some…" I knew Jack was lying. His father had been very careful to keep everything that had anything to do with the order away from him. The few things that Jack actually did know; he'd found out by accident when he had stumbled upon a document or two that Mr Brewer had left laying around by mistake somewhere in the house.

"Then he's probably told you the importance of keeping everything that happens in here a secret. In fact the entire existence of us should be kept from the public at all costs…" Bernard was speaking quietly as if he was scared that someone would hear him.

"Yes, sir." Jack nodded. Even if Mr Brewer never had said anything, he had made it quite clear through his actions that this was top secret stuff.

"Good. There was a time when we didn't have to hide, but nowadays when most rely on technology and science, people have started to forget or worse yet; deny the powers that are as ancient as this world… No one believes in magic any longer…" I glanced up at Jack. He seemed a bit puzzled. I hadn't mentioned anything about magic and I don't think that he'd known about it either. Crossing my fingers, I hoped that he wouldn't be too confused, so that Bernard would notice. "It's sad, really… They don't realize how vulnerable they are…But that makes our job even more important." Bernard paused and Jack shifted a little. "How old are you, son?"

"I'm turning sixteen next month…"

"Really? It's rare that so young people are interested in joining…" Bernard stood up. "I guess, I should go and look for Mr Kingsley. He'll probably want to see you, besides he's the only one who can accept new members… You can wait here, Mr Brewer."

It felt strange to hear someone call Jack that. The name itself almost made me shudder, as I had come to associate it with violence, fear and anger and I couldn't help but wonder what Jack felt about being called that.

Bernard closed the door after him and all of a sudden we were alone. Jack lifted his button-up shirt, looking at me.

"You alright there, Bucky?" he whispered. I nodded. "Do you want me to do as he told me and wait here?" I nodded again. "Because I can start snooping around, if you'd like," I quickly shook my head. That was too risky. We needed to stick to the plan. Jack would have to wait for them to come back. His job was to keep them busy, while I would search the building.

Jack made a face, looking sceptical.

"What is all this talk about magic? Is that what this is all about?" I nodded hesitantly, unsure of how he would react. "Oh, okay…" he raised his eyebrows, obviously not having expected that answer. "Does that mean that dad believes in magic?" I'm not sure if he just said that to himself or if he really asked me, but I nodded none the less.

Jack frowned, looking confused.

"But magic doesn't exist," he confirmed, although there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. I gave him a look that told him that he might was wrong about that. "…does it?"

Footsteps were suddenly heard from the corridor, interrupting before I had a chance to answer. Jack immediately fixed his shirt, hiding me again.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Bernard's voice came as soon as the door opened. "Mr Kingsley is busy at that moment, but he'll join us as soon as he can. Usually he doesn't want us to mention one word about this organisation to anyone outside, but since you already have all the criteria that it takes; the age, the gender and most importantly the family…it is most likely that you'll be accepted as a member. In fact I can't see any reason why you wouldn't."

Jack relaxed a bit. This had been a lot easier than Jack and I had thought. Why hadn't we done this earlier?

"I do wonder though –just out of curiosity-," the man said. "Why do you want to join?" Jack stiffened again, and I hoped that he would be able to come up with something that wouldn't seem too suspicious.

"Well, I…" Jack began, hesitating. "I want to help."

"Hm…we all seem to want to do that…" Bernard sighed. "That's a good enough reason though…I take it that you're familiar with the story of Robert and his victory over Evelyn and the dark forces then." I couldn't help but brace myself, waiting for Jack's answer. As far as I knew he didn't have a clue about any parts of the story about the night Evelyn tried to become immortal by slaying the nine teenagers.

He did know about Gabriella though. At least by name and face. But I was unsure if that was to much help, since I hadn't really found much that confirmed that Gabriella had played a bigger part of it. So far, I'd only seen or heard her name being mention in the curse and on the top of the list Jack had accidentally run across in his father's office.

"Come with me, boy," Bernard said after having studied Jack who just looked confused, for a moment. "I'll show you around."

~~~Wings of Love~~~

Bernard turned out to be a nice friendly old man who obviously loved to talk. So far he'd gone down the corridor, pointing at each door while very briefly explaining what was behind them. Finally reaching the last one, he stopped and turned to Jack.

"Now, I want you to understand that what I'm about to show you is very secret and you are not allowed to tell anyone about it. I'm forbidden myself to let anyone in, except for members and those soon to be…Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir"

"Good," The man opened the door and I got so curious I had to stick my head out to take a peek. The room was more of a passage than a room actually, and right across from us was a fancy double door. There weren't any furniture, only artworks on the walls. Along the wall to our right was a series of pictures, painted in oil.

The first one showed a woman standing in a lightened cottage. She had blond hair and looked to be around middle age. Her long dress wasn't something you would call fashionable today, but would've been very modern at the late 18th century… On the wooden floor before her lay nine people. Five girls and four boys, placed in a row.
"Long ago, when Seaford was still very young, there lived a woman," Bernard began as Jack and I listened carefully. "She wasn't unlike most women those days, or so it seemed…" Jack turned his head to look at the man, intrigued by that.

"Who was she?"

"Her name was Evelyn. She lived in a cottage in Willow Grove. Most of the villages knew her, although she preferred to be left alone. She is said to have been very beautiful as a young girl, but as she got older her beauty began to fade. Trying to find a cure from ageing, she came upon dark magic and became obsessed with it. She learned to master the powers of both this and the unseen world… One day, she indeed found a way to become young again and to stay that way forever…"

"So she would look exactly the same her whole life until she died?" Jack wondered.

"Who said anything about dying?" The boy frowned.

"What? You mean that she would be like… immortal?" There was a lot of scepticism in his voice.

"Exactly," Jack let out an almost unnoticeable gasp, which I doubted Bernard heard. "Evelyn wanted eternal life and youth, and she found a way to get it. She prepared in secret for a long time. In September 1788, people started to disappear. One by one teenagers vanished without a trace…She cursed them and their families, of course. No one would ever be able to do such a thing and not be caught, unless they'd use magic… On the night of the ninth full moon, nine souls needed to be sacrificed." Jack eyed the pictures as they almost seemed to come alive through the story Bernard was telling.

The second painting was gruesome. Evelyn was kneeling by one of the girls. Her hands were wrapt tightly around the handle of a dagger, the blade shoved deeply into the victim's heart. Four of the other teenagers were showing in the background, all of them had crimson red thick liquid sipping out from their chests.

"She killed them…?" Jack said, more as a confirmation than a question.

"Yes, she did."

"So she became immortal then?"

"No…and yes," Bernard said, receiving a confused glance from Jack. "Robert," Bernard took a step forward, pointing at the third image; a man wandering around in a dark forest. His back was facing the viewer as he seemed to be heading deeper into the unknown. It was raining and the wind was swirling around him. In his belt he carried an axe and in his hand he held a torch, lightening the way. Far ahead of him, hidden among the trees there was a dim light, glowing from a small cottage. "Robert was a simple timber man, underestimated by most people…but he had the senses and sharp intellect to see what everyone else couldn't. He suspected Evelyn for having engaged with sorcery, so he followed her to her home."
Moving on to the next picture, showing Robert peeking inside through the window as he caught the witch red handed, Bernard continued;

"He realized what was about to happened and he boldly broke the window with his axe and climbed inside."

In the following picture, Robert was inside, running towards Evelyn who'd just gotten to the last teen in line. To judge by the painting to follow that, Robert attacked Evelyn, throwing his axe at her.

"Thanks to Robert, Evelyn never got to finish her spell." Bernard continued. "Just as she'd stabbed the last one of her victims, Robert cut through her with his axe. She didn't die immediately though, being so close to immortal. Within her last minute of her life, she cursed him, Gabriella and the entire village of Seaford, for generations to come..." Jack's head snapped up.

"Gabriella?"

"Yes, Gabriella, a beautiful girl with a heart as pure as the driven snow. She was the precise opposite of Evelyn and she is known to be the only one that the witch really feared…Anyways, Robert set the cottage on fire." Bernard pointed at the last image, showing Robert in the foreground as destructive flames consumed the building. "To make sure that nothing of her or her belongings would survive, the families of the young ones who'd died watched the fire day and night. For nine days they kept the fire alive."

"What's that?" Jack nodded at the image of the burning cottage. In one of the windows, among the flames there was a face. A face that was staring right back at us.

"That is, my friend, the reason why we exist…" Jack looked at him again, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"That night Robert saw someone watching him from the flames. He knew it was impossible. Everyone inside was dead… He realised later though that it had been Evelyn's soul. Being so close to gain immortality, she had managed to escape her body. Robert knew then that she would return and we had to be prepared. Gathering all the men and boys old enough to handle a firearm, he formed our organisation; The Brotherhood of the Fireguard. They would guard the fire, keeping it burning for generations to come…" Bernard finished.

Jack studied the pictures for a moment, letting it all sink in. I did the same, peeking out from underneath the shirt. I'd never heard the entire story. The documents that I'd read had only told parts of it, leaving the story as a whole like a mystery.

"It kind of looks like a boy," Jack said just like that.

"Excuse me?" Bernard raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"The face in the flames," Jack clarified. "It looks more like a boy then a woman." I glanced at it again. Jack was right. It did look like a boy. A young boy, not too unlike Jack to be honest…

"It's not a real face. It's a soul that can take the shape of many… But yes…" Bernard looked at the picture. "It does look fairly masculine, I'll admit…"

Jack let his eyes wander across the wall, studying the pictures, seeming to be more interested in them than I was.

"How come the fire could break loose like that in such a storm?" Jack suddenly asked. Bernard straightened himself, not finding an answer right away.

"It only rained like that in the beginning, and he lightened the cottage from the inside. By the time the flames reached the drenched outside of it, they were so big that they could withstand the water until it stopped raining. And like I said before; there were a lot of people helping to bring more fuel to keep it going."

"But how could Robert's torch continue to burn, when he walked through the forest?"

Silence. Bernard looked at the painting and I almost thought that he wouldn't come up with an answer until he said;
"He had some kind of rain cover over the flame, protecting it. They had things like that back in those days…"

"Then why isn't it showing in the picture?" I couldn't help but smile at the way Jack questioned the story. He was smart, having found things that I hadn't even given a second thought about. And it seemed like Bernard hadn't thought about that either.

"I suppose that the artist didn't feel the need to paint it…" he said. "Here on this side we have an interesting thing." The man quickly added, turning around, before Jack could get a chance to ask anything more. On the wall opposite to the one with the paintings were words written, creating long sentences that I recognized immediately.

The foolishness of you all
Has brought doom as I call
The shadows of the past
Will come to haunt you at last

You are all too blind to see
The time will come when
I'll return to be

No matter how hard you try
My soul will awake with a cry
Through the blood running in your veins
The darkness power drains

Oh Gabriella, only she knows
The weakness that within me grows
He who I am seeing
Will help her destroy my being

As the ninth generation arise
I can claim my prize
Father against son they'll turn
For one of them must burn

Or else I'll be strong again
Then bow they will, women and men
To the mighty queen back from the dead
And my powers can finally spread

Reading the curse again, I noticed that something wasn't right. I recognised it still the words weren't as familiar as they should be. It was as if I was reading it for the first time all over again.

I could faintly hear Jack mumble, his lips slightly moving as he read the inscriptions on the wall. When reaching the name Gabriella, he frowned and turned to Bernard.

"So it's true?" Jack said. "Gabriella is the only one who can stop her and save the people of Seaford?"

"Yes. We've been fighting the dark forces for over two hundred years and we've managed to hold them back, but we can't fully destroy them. No one can, except her…" Bernard gestured towards the wall. "This is the curse Evelyn cast upon Robert," he explained. "As you can see, she will rise again. Only this time we're prepared…"

"He who I am seeing, will help her destroy my being…" Jack read out loud. "Who's 'he'?"

"That's believed to be Robert Kingsley."

"So you're saying that he'll resurrect too?" I was surprised by how interested Jack seemed to be and how he kept coming up with new questions, investigating all the pieces of this story. I don't think I could've done it better myself.

"Some believe so, others say that there will come someone of his blood…"

Jack nodded, and continued to read.

"What's that's suppose to mean?" His tone slightly worried as he pointed at the part where it said; 'Father against son they'll turn, for one of them must burn.' I shot him a glance, knowing that he must be thinking about himself and his father. I guess I'd been thinking about it too. But I hadn't really wanted to dig deeper into it, afraid of what it might meant.

Of course it was likely that the Brewers had nothing to do with it and it was all just a coincident. Still there was a possibility that Jack and Mr Brewer were the ones that the curse pointed at. As far as I knew they had had a great father son relationship, until recently and they had definitely started to turn against each other.

Parts of the curse were true. Evelyn had awoken with a cry and she was currently walking around in my body. That was a fact that I couldn't deny. So possibilities were that the rest of it was true also. If that was the case and if that phrase referred to Jack and Mr Brewer, I sure hoped that Jack would be the one who wouldn't have to 'burn'…

"Oh that…" Bernard slumped his shoulders and his voice came out quietly as a dark veil of sorrow flashed over his eyes. "That's complicated…it's one of the most terrible consequences Evelyn's actions have caused…" Jack eyed him, for a moment, probably wanting to know more, but knew better than to ask. It was clear that the subject was causing the man pain for some reason.

Bernard sighed and turned towards the great double door, opening it. Jack got the message that they were done in here and followed the man silently to the next room.

A great hall appeared in front of us. Chairs were lined up in rows, on each side of us. All turned towards a small stage like thing on the other side of the room. The room reminded a lot of a church in its interior and it wasn't hard to figure out that it was in here, they held all their big meetings. Up front was an altar looking thing, and next to it was a podium. The walls were made of bricks and just like most of the rooms here, there were no windows, making it feel like the entire place was located under ground. There were also two small doors, one on each side of the room, looking rather secretive…

Although the old and worn down chairs, the iron chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and the dark drapes hanging down from the sides of the stage were unlike anything you would find in your everyday home. It wasn't them that caught my and Jack's attention, but a huge oil painting hanging in the middle, right above the altar. A painting of a girl with blond hair, reaching all the way down to her waist…

Bernard noticed Jack staring and he awkwardly cleared his throat. Jack jerked slightly as a faint blush decorated his cheeks. Turning his face away he tried to hide it, but Bernard seemed to have seen it anyway and he studied the boy with a strange look on his face.

"Robert painted that himself, in 1790. Anyhow… Here's where most of our big meetings take place," he said, changing the subject. "The next one will be on Friday. I suggest you come… It's gonna be pretty special, since it's the anniversary of Robert's fight against the witch…It's usually the biggest and of course the most important gathering of the entire year." The man leaned closer to Jack, lowering his voice. "You could probably be inducted as a member there. Otherwise you'll have to wait until next week, when the eldest have their assembly." He winked at the boy.

Jack just nodded, his eyes fixed on the wall next to the painting of Gabriella. The nine name's of the victims were there, all lined up and Jack must have spotted David Brewer. The boy he shared the same surname with. I on the other had noticed something different. I recognized all the names. However the kids weren't lined up in order by age, like on the list I'd seen in Claire's notebook, but by the first letter of their names, creating a vertical word that was written with bold letters.

Fredric Kennedy
Irene Norton
Rachel Byers
Elisabeth Hallewell
George Colby
Ulrika Jakobsdotter
Annie MacKay
Richard Dayton
David Brewer

May it never be forgotten what was done to you. May the fire never die.

"David Brewer…" Jack, mumbled to himself.

"Yes," Bernard answered. "I reckon you're a descendant of him. Poor boy was only 15 years old..." Jack shot him a glance.

"How can I be descended from him, if he was only 15 years old when he died? I mean, he could hardly have been a father at that age…" Once again Jack had noticed something that I hadn't really thought of and I wouldn't have questioned it. It was obvious now, after he'd pointed it out, which made me feel slightly stupid.

"No, he wasn't a father." The man shook his head. "He had two brothers though and one of them is your ancestor. So you see, you're both from the same family. And that is why it is possible for you to come here."

Jack nodded.

"That's my family," Bernard pointed at the name 'Richard Dayton'. "He was the youngest of them all. Only 13 years old."

"It's one thing that I don't really understand…" Jack said after having studied the names once again. Bernard nodded, urging him to continue. "You're here to fight against this evil force, right?"

"Yes"

"And if I've got it right, Evelyn was very powerful. I mean, otherwise they wouldn't have formed an organisation with the only purpose to protect themselves and their families from her."

"Correct"

"Then why are you so keen to only take in people who have some connection with these guys?" Jack nodded towards the wall, "I mean, wouldn't you want to take in everyone that would like to help, no matter what their roots are. The more people you get, the stronger you'd be."

"It's complicated," the man said, choosing his words carefully. "We're talking about magic here. Dark and evil that is. The ways that we've had to fight it have sometimes been…dramatic. And what would you think people would say if words about that got out on the streets? Especially today when people are so crazy about science… There would always be someone there who would try to shut us down…"

Suddenly the double door we'd enter through opened. A small man with blond hair peeked inside.

"Sorry to interrupt," He apologized.

"Oh that's alright, Finnegan." Bernard said. Finnegan was about to speak when he spotted the tall teenager in the room and he stopped himself. Bernard noticed and quickly said; "This is our soon-to-be new member, Jackson Brewer."

"Good day," Finnegan greeted and Jack returned the gesture. "Mr Kingsley would like to speak with you, Bernard."

"Good. Come along, Jackson." Bernard placed a hand on Jack's shoulder blade, urging him to go.

"I'm afraid you can't take the boy with you," Finnegan stopped them. Bernard looked at him confused.

"Why not? I've already told Mr Kingsley about him and he sure would like to meet this young man."

"Not now," Finnegan insisted with a serious look on his face. "Hurry up. He's waiting for you. It's…important." Bernard furrowed his eyebrows.

"I see…Would you excuse us for a moment, Jackson?" Jack nodded, in approval. Not that he would've dared to do otherwise. "I'll be right back."

The men left and the room got deathly quiet. Jack looked around as if to make sure that we really were alone. Swiftly he walked over to the small door that was located to the left of the room. I pecked him, wondering what the heck he was doing. Jack ignored me and quickly went through the door, careful to close it behind him. Well inside, he fumbled in the dark to find the light switch. Once the dim light was on, his shirt was moved away from me.

"You can come out now, Bucky," he said.

The room we'd entered looked like a mix between an office and a library. Not too unlike Mr Brewer's office actually. The difference was that this room was much smaller in area, although the ceiling was about 15 feet up and a ladder was needed to reach the higher shelves. In the middle of it stood a round table, covered with documents. I let go of Jack's T-shirt that I'd clung to and flew over to it, landing on a stack of books.

"This was kind of a creepy place…" Jack said quietly. I agreed. Everything seemed so old that you'd almost expected ghosts to appear at any second. And adding the fact that all of this was because of an evil old witch who'd slaughtered a bunch of kids, didn't make it feel any better…

I had at least known about Evelyn and therefore known what to expect we'd find here. But Jack… He must've gotten quite a surprise to find out what his father was really doing here.

"So," Jack began, stepping up to the table and swiping his gaze over everything that laid there. "What are we looking for?"

I shrugged and nodded towards a bunch of files. Jack reached for them and swiftly began to go through them as I searched the loose documents and notes. It was pretty frustrating to not know what we were looking for exactly. Why did Claire always have to talk in riddles? All I could do was to hope that my intuition would tell me what it was as soon as we'd find it.

"This is odd…"Jack mumbled and I gave him a curious look. "I recognize this man. This is Christopher Davis." He threw one of the files in front of me. Examining the picture that came along with it, I quickly stated that I had no idea who he was. It surprised me that Jack seemed to know, since he'd only lived in Seaford for a year, whereas I had lived here for all my life…

"I read an article about him last week," Jack explained as if he could see my confusion. "Or about his company to be correct… His two sons can't agree of what to do with it. One of them wants to expand, while the other wants to sell, or something like that…" I raised my eyebrows questioningly at him, wondering why exactly Jack had cared to read something like that and why he felt like mentioning it now. "They took over the company eight years ago, when their father mysteriously disappeared and was never found again… There's an entire file here about him… All these files are about people actually. Here's the old mayor's daughter in law who went missing in 1995…" Jack said as he continued to go through the documents. Frowning he said, "Do you think that these are all about missing people in Seaford?"

I nodded, remembering all the articles I'd found in Claire's old notebook. I hadn't paid any attention to them back then, not having thought that they were of much importance.

"Why would they keep this in here?" Jack thought out loud. I shrugged, shaking my head. I had no idea. The only thing I knew was that the files weren't there by accident. There had to be a reason why the order and Claire kept track of all the people gone missing…

"Look at this," Jack said and placed a piece of paper in front of me.

It was an article cut-out from a newspaper. A young man, around twenty or so was on the picture that came along with it. Even though I'd never seen him before, there was something familiar about him.

"On September the 16th 1988, there was yet another mysterious disappearance." Jack read. "This will be the 6th one within the last 2 months. The police are now starting to see a pattern and it is likely that they are connected to each other. 'We are of course looking at all possibilities,' says head of police department Sean Field. He doesn't want to send the alarm, but he strongly advices for everyone to keep track of each other. 'If you're going somewhere, tell somebody where you're going and when you're expected to be back. And if possible make sure that you don't have to walk alone at night.'" Jack shot me a glance, making sure that I was still listening, before he continued.

"Luke Dayton was last seen when he got off the bus at 22.00, near his home, three days ago. He was reported missing the following morning by his parents Susan and Bernard Dayton.

Although the police say the chances of finding him are still good, Mr Dayton is sceptic.

'They haven't found any of the others, so what makes them think that this case will be any different?'"

Jack and I exchanged glances after he finished, probably thinking the same thing. Bernard had had a son. A son who disappeared…

The teen seemed to have found it all very interesting and he quickly grabbed one of the books, eager to find more material, who could share some light to all this mess. As he systematically eyed through the pages, a photo suddenly fell out of it and landed upside down on the floor. Someone had scribbled something down on it, which caught Jack's attention and he swiftly picked it up.

"Jackson Brewer, born 1997. Son of Danielle and Christian Brewer." I could clearly hear the fear and confusion in Jack's voice as he read it. Quickly turning the photo around, he found as he'd dreaded a picture of himself. A sickening feeling filled my stomach. Why did they have that in here?

Jack pondered for a moment, trying to think of all the possibilities of what a picture of himself was doing in the orders keep.

"Maybe…" he started. "…they keep all the members along with all the potential new members on file too. After all, the only ones who are allowed to join are those who are related to someone already here, which means that there aren't many who can. And the order is keen to have every man that they can get. It would only make sense that they'd register every boy that is born within any of those families, right?" He looked at me hopefully. I nodded. I guess he was right, but I still couldn't shake that uneasy feeling off…

"Tsip," I tweeted and Jack looked at me. A faint smile appeared on his lips just before his forehead suddenly wrinkled.

"What's that you've got there, Bucky?" I looked down at where my feet were standing, following his gaze.

Sticking out form a pile of notes and documents was something that looked like a map. I moved aside as Jack brought it out.

"It's Seaford," Jack confirmed almost immediately. The map had small black dots all over it, making some places almost completely black. At the top, it read; Map over confirmed witches and warlocks in Seaford 1788-2013.

"What's a warlock?" Jack wondered.

"A warlock is a man who has sold his soul to Satan, -in other words a male witch." A voice came from behind and Jack quickly spun around, dropping the map to the ground…

Sorry about the cliffy again...:P

Can anyone guess who entered in the end? Or can anyone find what's not completely right with the order? And what's the 'thing' that Claire wanted them to get?
All the answers are in this chapter and if you can figure them out you'll get a shout-out.

And also for those of you who wants to investigate things a little more, I strongly suggest you go back and check some things in chapter 5 (6 if you count the prologue).

That's all for now. See you around!

/MJ