The pic above is of the town of Sweetwater, a fictional town two towns over from Stockbridge.

Part two in this series of one-shots, A Reincarnated Love.

It contains sex, abusive language, and magic.

A-types = Dominant males capable of impregnating women and C-type men.
C-types = Submissive males capable of being impregnated by A-type males.

As this is based in our universe there are no B-types.
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POV
Joseph Joey Chancellor

It'd been a week since I was fucked in the principals' office, by the principal himself, Mr. Jacobson, whose first name I recently found out is Caleb.

I made the mistake of telling my cousin James, he's so fuckin judgemental.

He said I was immature and stupid to be risking I and my family's safety for a quick screw.

I don't know what it is but something about James has changed, he isn't the scared little C-type I knew.

I just know it has something to do with the spell he cast a few nights ago, I couldn't get over him calling me immature, it wasn't even my fault.

See each witch is different, most have had at least five lives, some like James has had over twenty, but not me.

This is my first life, so maybe I am a little fast and loose with my magic, maybe I am a little immature.

But choosing to have sex with Caleb, was not something I did to hurt anyone. I'm a C-type and as such, we go through a sort of heat, twice a month.

It doesn't help that my magic centers around lust, beauty, sex... It's my nature.

Caleb happened to call me in to his office on my heat day, it didn't help that he was oozing testosterone x, causing my hormones to go crazy.

It also didn't help that he is beyond sexy, tall, a head of hair like a mane, and a real man's body. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him.

He hasn't been around though, he's avoiding me. All week long he hadn't been at school, I got tired of not seeing him, I couldn't understand it but I can admit I was smitten.

So I decided to go looking for him, a simple location spell and google maps, he would have been found.

But knowing Caleb wherever he was holed up was most likely covered in protection charms.

That's how I found myself in the conjuring room.

Every witch has a conjure room, with a family as old as ours, conjure rooms are filled with spells and potions that are centuries old.

In ours the walls were half laden with jars of herbs, books were still boxed because Aunt Madison hadn't taken them out, I wasn't there for any of those.

"Come, come come to me, from the darkness come to me, my book of magic, spells, and wards, I call you forth from the house of lords, come come, come to me, let thy pages your author see," I spoke my rhyme, grunting as my magic reserves dimmed, I was weaker when the sun wasn't shining on me.

The table I stood in front of made a thud sound, as my book of spells fell from seeming space.

As any good witch, I knew to hide my spellbook, with it other witches had power over you. A witches' spellbook is created from magic itself, it appears the first time a witch creates their first spell.

Mine was thick and full, filled with spells for confusion, lust, glamor spells, curses a, d hexes. Dark spells that I couldn't let my mom or dad find out about.

A witches' spellbook should be their closes friend, each book has its unique ability, mine can create spells for me.

"Show me a spell to quell my desires, fix the ache that burns like fire." I recited a rhyme, finding that as I got older the old way of casting got easier. The ink-black book flopped open and an empty page showed, then words started to form.

{ Tanum Yuro maya} The Roping.

It was a spell to connect with another person if cast correctly it would take me directly to Caleb, crashing through whatever anti-magic he had surrounded himself with.

The glitch was the spell called for a full-powered witch, I wasn't full-powered yet. Every magical family belongs to a coven, the grand witch of each family is a sort of spokesman for that family. Ours is my aunt Marley, she's so sweet... Sickening, twenty years ago, she talked the coven into preforming a spell to bind the power of younger coven members.

I'm still strong, during the day I'd say I'm uber strong, but I'm still only half-witch. But I'd heard of ways around it.

If I was gonna do it, I had to make it quick. I walked over to the wall of herbs. I needed to double, triple and quadruple my strength, so cedar, birch bark, and angelica.

I grabbed all three, there was a lot, because a small bit of each was enough to add strength to any spell, but I needed to empower myself, and the sun was practically gone for the day.

I placed the ingredients in one of the grinding bowls nearby. I summoned the remainder of my reserves and snapped my fingers, watching as the barks and herb caught fire releasing it's pale puffy smoke.

"Smoke of angelica, cedar, and birch, smoke that gathers then expands, hear now my commands, answer my demands. I call for strength in this hour, enoro mar gustun, I call for power." I whispered the spell, and felt my last bit of real power drain, only to be replaced with something far stronger.

My body vibrated, I had full strength and then some, I wondered if I would feel as strong when I was a full witch.

The smoke from the bowl disappeared, and I was left throbbing with magic.

Magic always comes with a high, but certain magic is like taking pure cannabis, your wrecked but functioning.

I walked back over to my spellbook, before looking over at the door.

I blew in its direction, the door locked and I looked back down at my book. "When I cast the spell, return to the house of lords," I commanded my book, before reading the spell.

"Jon gar intov despa. Nom nos holir. Caleb Jacobson." The words of the spell held no meaning to me, but as the magic left me the room seem to spin, I felt sick and dizzy for a few seconds. Then I felt like I was spat out, my body crashing to solid earth.

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I looked up, I was in the woods, based on the thickness of the trees, I was deep in the woods. A few yards ahead of me was a cabin, made from logs. I got the sense the place was old.

My spell had worked, the old coven didn't take talent into account when they did the great binding. I stood up dusting myself off, still throbbing with power.

I wondered why I hadn't been taken directly to him, my answer came when I approached the cabin.

A burst of heatwave-like energy poured off of the house, burning me like direct sunlight. Caleb's warding spell was ridiculously strong, stronger than any regular hunters should be.

Put I was juiced, and my magic was still boundless for the time being. So I focused, I closed my eyes, and it was like seeing everything through a shadowy movie theater.

The cabin was covered in a dark aura, it pulsed with life, I released my power, watching as my energy pushed against the ward.

I wasn't thinking about how crazy I was acting, I mean I was breaking into Caleb's place, I wasn't thinking about how it looked.

Let alone wondering why I was so desperate to see Caleb, why I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him, I wasn't questioning any of it.

"Enough, this warding spell is centuries old, created by an African tribe to protect them from evil witches like you. What are you doing here Joseph?" Caleb asked; he was standing there practically naked, looking like hot sex... Fuck I was thirsty.

He was wild-looking, his hair was messy and he hadn't shaved. He was wearing only a pair of tight briefs.

I wanted to run my fingers through his splashes of chest hair, he was making me leak, and I wasn't in heat.

Then it happened, the powerful feeling, it turned on me. It started building, getting stronger until I heard a pop... More like felt a pop.

I bowed in pain, and began vomiting, the ground around me shook, and my vomit became blood, I was throwing up blood.

My vision dimmed and I thought I was dying, yet I was glad I got another glimpse of Caleb, one last glimpse.
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POV
Caleb Jacobson

I watched him drop, my heart dropped with him. I raced over, leaving the protection of my ward. I looked down at him, his aura was weak, something had drained him.

"Show me." I focused, then it happened in flashes, I saw it.

A spell went wrong... Some sort of power amplifier, it had blown out his solar plexus, the place magic dwells inside the body. Just beneath his belly button.

I picked him up, carrying his fantasy inducing form inside my cabin. I carried him to my room and laid him on my bed. I couldn't believe it was him, so much about him had changed, yet the similarities were the same.

He wasn't even supposed to be real, he was a spell, a ritual that went wrong. Something I did years ago. I'd forgotten about him, I made myself forget... I'm babbling let me explain.

A hundred years ago, I was addicted to magic, I was rebelling from my hunting party, rebelling from my father.

I was in London at the time, pushing the boundaries of magic. At that time I believed myself done with hunting, I gave in to the darkness every hunter must face.

During that time I weaved a spell to create essentially a fuck toy, a living, breathing fleshlight. A golem.

He was brought into the world by blood, he was different back then.

Black hair instead of blonde, green eyes instead of those seductive greys. Most importantly he wasn't a witch, he wasn't in full control of his being.

I didn't understand how he was possible, I broke his mold. I'd made the mistake of falling in love with him, he professed to love me as well, but it was only my blood talking.

Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps he did love me, maybe that's what brought him back.

Whatever it was it wasn't good, his new incarnation was born a witch, and from a powerful tribe. And if my visions of his past sins were correct he was heartless.

He was an incubus, one of the darkest kind of witches, feeding off of sexual energy, undoubtedly a consequence of my dark spell. I remembered everything that night after we had sex.

The memories returned in a dream, they came to me as if they'd happen a day ago and not a hundred and some odd years ago.

"Why did you come back?" I asked his resting form. This wasn't good, I wasn't rebelling anymore there's no way in hell my father would condone my seeing him.

If anything, with all that happened with Josiah and his Chancellor witch, he'd demand I kill my golem. That's why I took leave from work and came out to the old cabin.

I couldn't be around Joe, he had my heart once. When I decided to start hunting again, I put him away with my addiction. My last spell for sixty years was to forget him.

And here he was opening my old wounds, shit I had put away. He was dangerous now, a strong witch, even if he didn't remember exactly why he was drawn to me, he was.

And for whatever reason, our connection has transcended the laws of magic.

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He was out for four hours, I was in the kitchen brewing him a restoration tea, when he slowly walked in, holding his stomach.

I looked up, and there was no denying it. My Golem's soul, the artificial soul I created, it'd become a real fully conscious life. He stared at me, his hair all over the place.

His white jeans seemed so uncomfortable, as I remembered flashes from the days I made him stay barefoot and naked in our flat, while we used magic to get higher than any normal drug could ever get us. We use to go for hours. Using and fucking.

He was an enabler of my design and looking at the real living breathing version of him, my lust hadn't been quenched.

Maybe if I hadn't already felt the welcoming grip of his hole, no... He had to go or I'd be hooked again, and maybe not just on him.

"Drink this and leave please," I said, almost asking. "Wh-what happened?" He asked.

"Your spell, you didn't bind it probably, next time try adding a few pinches of dirt, for grounding." I advised, "Drink this, it'll restore you and some of your power, you'll need to rest a few days. Do no more than what comes naturally. Now you need to leave." I said on the verge of pleading.

We are subhuman, it's new to me, I found out during my last check-up, yes immortals still get sick. I'm A-type and he's a C-type, so naturally, we're drawn to each other, but the fact that fate seems to be balancing the scales, made the situation worse.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He asked, walking over and taking the cup of tea from my hands. I stepped back, glad that I'd put on pants while he was out, cause as he drank he practically eye raped me.

I watched him drink, his throat jumping, reminding me of the way it use to when I pumped it deep. "Yo-you're a witch, an incubus, I'm a hunter, what we did was wrong, so just leave please," I said outright begging.

"Lies, if that was the case you wouldn't have fucked me. You're a grown-ass man, I didn't seduce you, I didn't use my power, you wanted me all on your own. So what's the big deal, it's just se..."

"It's not just sex!" I shouted, pissed at him for even suggesting that's what we were.

"You're an abomination, you shouldn't exist. Just go!" I spat.

"No! I can't stop thinking about you! Let's fuck one more time, I promise I'll leave you alone... Just one more taste." He said putting the cup down.

His pale tone seemed to liven up, he didn't look so beat up.

"Go home!" I shouted, his face went rigid, then it slowly turned red, next thing I know he screamed, the room shaking as he released a massive burst of power. The lights flickered, and the chairs thumped, dishes rattled; then he fell to his knees, everything coming to a stop. "See, look what you did. You were always so difficult..." I said, freezing, hoping he didn't catch my use of past tense.

"I was al-always?" He asked, "What's going on?" He asked, gripping his stomach. "W-why do I feel like this, do you have any fuckin idea who I am?! I don't beg for dick. You're not even all that sexy, I promise you'll regret this." He spat, struggling to stand up.

I walked over and used my foot to push him down, I sat down on him. He looked up at me, anger and curiosity burning in his eyes. "Relax... You're only hurting yourself, your solar plexus imploded, any more magic and you'll tear it, you'll never cast again." I said, reaching for the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting the fabric from his arms and head.

"What is this Caleb, I-I've never felt like this about any man... It was just a fuck, God what's wrong with me?" He asked, suddenly bursting into tears. Him crying always brought out the sadist in me, I loved his cry face, all weak and vulnerable.

"Perhaps if I explain... You'll understand why I can't do this with you, why it's wrong. First, let me help you." I said, not waiting for his answer.

I placed both my hands on the space beneath his belly button, I closed my eyes and focused. "Las holto beda maro," I spoke the charm and felt power being drawn from me.

Joey stilled beneath me, he sighed in comfort. "Explain now." He commanded, and it took everything in me not to smile at him.

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I explained everything, and it didn't work out the way I expected. He wanted to remember, but I was trying to tell him that he hadn't lived, so he didn't have any of the memories.

He wasn't thrown off like I hoped, instead he was even more drawn to me. And as the minutes went by I found myself more drawn to him. He was pacing the small sitting room of the cabin, white jeans, his shirt next to me on the couch.

"So you use to do magic to get high, I've read about spells like those, how do you do it?" He asked, and I told him I didn't remember. Which was a lie?

Finally, he gave me his last try.

"I want you, you want me. So can you please just give me one final fling, for old times' sake?" He begged. "N-no. Now come on, I'll give you a ride home." I said, and his face fell in defeat.

"Fine, but I don't need your ride, I'll take the east wind home." He said, refusing to slow up on the magic. I watched him get to the door, he reached back and his shirt shot over to him. Seeing his sagging form, caused memories of the last time I broke his heart to cross my mind.

"D-don't leave, at least not so defeated, believe me, Chéri ... If I could have you, I would without hesitation. It's just not in the cards. A binding spell should ease what you're feeling, I'll do it after you leave." I said, but he said nothing as he left.

I walked over to my couch and flopped down, it was times like this; when I was depressed or anxious or worried. My addiction kicked in, the thing is magical addiction comes with magical cravings and side effects.

So an hour after Joey had gone and I still hadn't moved, I wasn't surprised to see a shadowy image of my old self.

"Surprise... Caleb. We haven't seen each other in close to eighty years, funny how fate works. The thing we love most has returned, and he'll bring us back together. Quicker you give into him and me, the happier you'll be." The shadow of me said.

I watched this illusion, feeling the truth in his words. "Come on, remember that night in Paris, when we fucked him in the sky, above the newly built Eiffel Tower. We were so elevated and waggish that night." The image snickered.

"Is that what you call it, elevated and waggish? We were high off blood magic coupled with lust, I didn't know what..."

"We loved him, we loved Marcus. It wasn't just the spells, it was him. It was him from the night we created him because we decided to try laying with a man." The vision interrupted.

"So what? I loved him, I don't feel that way now, I'm not you, you died when I crushed his mold, I left you behind." I said, and the shadow vanished.

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Days went by, then the next week came. I decided to go back to work, simply because I wanted to catch a glimpse of Joey.

I needed to know that he was okay, that my binding spell was working. Except I didn't count on him being free, not bound to me by blood.

Thursday morning I was walking from the cafeteria, roaming the halls, it was my first day back and the huntsman spawn was sprawled out here and there.

My brother wasn't amongst them, he avoided school, afraid to see James, afraid of the spell he was under. At least he had an excuse, he was hexed. Me, I was under older magic, love.

I was an already pretty dominant male before I became an A-type, it got worst once I changed. So you can imagine how I felt watching Joey kiss some football player, Kevin Darts, the little prick wasn't even an A-type.

He was popular, I knew the guy wasn't gay, just drawn in by Joey's natural abilities. I was disgusted, so I made a scene. "Hey!" I yelled above the chatter of teenagers.

The noise died instantly, James shoving his cousin away from Kevin. "Joseph my office, I don't tolerate gross shows of... Whatever you two call that you were doing. Kevin, detention after school until April." I said turning and walking away, enjoying Kevin's shock and anger.

I got to my office and made sure Joey shut the door behind us. "My binding worked, you moved on quick," I said turning around and sitting on my desk, taking off my tie.

"I blocked your binding, I helped myself, a simple knot spell did the trick. Like I said you aren't all that, your just a dick, nothing more." He said, staring right at me. Testing my dominance.

{Marcus never spoke to us like this, show him who he belongs to, come back to me, just this once}  The echo of the old me said. "You don't need to worry about me, we aren't together, we aren't anything; you're free and so am I." He said, turning his back on me.

"Kilvor," I muttered my hex and his body froze, as I gave in to the old me, Louis.

"The old you... Never gave up so easily Chéri. What do you say we get outta here, go have some fun? Like we use to." I said, blowing on the tip of his right ear. He shuddered just like I hoped he would, if that was still the same so was everything else, and with it, I could still own him.

"Kilor," I said snapping my fingers releasing his frozen joints.

"Do you think you can fuck with me, jerk me around, if that's the game you wanna play give my magic a few days, I promise I'll make you..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, shhhh chéri, it's just one last fling, no emotion right?" I asked he looked up at me swallowing. "Can you handle that?" He asked.

"Definitely," I said confidently. "Prove it." He said, and I smirked melting into that old southern hunter, rebelling from his birthright.

"Take my hand chéri, let me show you the world." I groaned.
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POV
Joey

I left the school with Caleb, something was off about him, he was acting differently. His normal stiff way of walking and talking was suddenly becoming loose. Whatever it was I liked it. We got outside of the school and headed for his truck. "I found a spell I wanna try," I said, expecting him to give me a speech.

"Anything you want... Just for the day." He said, waving a hand and opening the truck doors. "I had no idea hunters had magic. Let alone were so powerful, how old are you?" I asked, not realizing how excited I was by him and being able to be with him.

"Relax chéri, we have all day, trust me, I'll answer every question, but first we gotta make a pit stop." He said. "Where?" I asked. "We need supplies." He said.

We drove away from the school I wondered where we were going, but I said nothing afraid to ruin the moment.

I wondered if what I was feeling was payback, for the way I played with the emotions of others. I'd manipulated many a guy, and yet with Caleb, I couldn't use my magic.

I tried the day he healed my solar plexus, I thought maybe I was too weak, but it wasn't that. My powers revolve around lust and beauty, he finds me beautiful, he already lusts for me.

"Where are we going?" I asked again, he smiled, looking over at me. "I told you chéri we need supplies." He said.

"So... Are you gonna at least tell me how old you are?" I asked. "A little less than fifteen hundred." He answered.

"Ew, you're old. How can you even get it up?" I asked. "Oh don't worry about that, trust me Chéri, after the first few hours, you'll wish my dick couldn't get up." He said, and I blushed.

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"Is this your house?" I asked as we pulled up to a big Victorian. It was an old house the aura screamed ancient.

I could feel the power of the ground the house was built on.

"Yes, it's one of my family's homes. Seven in total, all built on power sources. This is the strongest. Stay here, I'll be right back." He said.

I nodded, wondering what he had planned.
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Three Weeks Prior

POV
Josiah

I was in the war room, searching for a cure, my dad says there isn't one. I threatened James and without much effort, he brought me to my knees.

His magic is stronger than all his other lives, and those lives were more than powerful. If my heart wasn't hexed, he'd be deemed an immediate threat and terminated.

I hadn't slept, I don't have the time, I could feel my heart slowly filling with emotions, that weren't mine. It was my other lives, each life added new loves, new memories.

The war room couldn't help me, only James could remove his spell. And he wouldn't, he was smart, he knew not to trust me. I can't go back to school, I can't risk being around him, the more I see him the stronger the connection will become. The fact that in this life we're subhumans, makes it all so much harder.

"Will you come to eat. You think we haven't searched throughout every book, every scroll, every record. There's nothing son, it's a cross you must bear." My dad said coming into my view.

"What about that charm, the one you use on my mother's?" I asked. "No, binding your emotions won't help, these emotions transcend your present life. We can only hope you live until we find a cure." He said, standing as strong as always.

"I-I'm scared. I can feel their love, he won't even have to try hard, once I get to know him. Promise me... Please pro-promise me, when I can take no more, when I fall for him, kill me... And leave me dead." I cried, feeling hot tears track my face.

"You're fine, and I'll tell you what I say each time. There's no way in hell I'm going to leave you dead." Dad said as I inhaled deeply, wiping my eyes.

"Come and eat, you can research more when you've eaten." Dad said, I sighed going with him.
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POV
James

I was scared, what was I gonna do, Josiah threatened me. I wasn't sure if it was just a threat or not.

Then Joey seduced the principal, another powerful hunter. He never thinks, he simply acts out of nature.

My aunt and uncle had no idea about what Joey had done, I only knew because of my claircognizance.

He and I got into a shouting match, he called me a coward. Said I was jealous, said the only way I could get a man was by hexing his heart.

I called him a bobble-headed moron, who acts seven instead of seventeen. He stormed out of my room and left me thinking. He was right, I was such a coward, afraid of everything, of my magic and relationships. Everything.

I'd allowed my fear to take a lot from me, including my position as the leader of my family. My aunt Marley would soon have to step down, and she would need a replacement.

Seven cousins were up for the job, Joey and I included. As I child I was thought to be the next in line, then I rejected magic.

I feared it, hated it, but I was in trouble, Josiah was a danger, his family was a danger. Maybe it was best to involve my aunt and uncle, but being a teenager, I believed I could fix things myself.

There was only one way, I had to accept magic, to call it back into my life. I decided it was the best choice. So I went to the conjuring room.

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It was midnight, the moon was up, it was almost full. I could feel it pulsing. I was prepared to cast my first spell in nine years. I opened my deck doors and walked back inside, a wicker basket sat on my bed.

Beside it sat my spellbook, my book has some clairvoyance, allowing me slight glimpses of the future.

I walked over and picked up my leather bond book, my initials written in gold. "Show me the future," I called, the book began to glow, and flashes went off in my head.

Me happy, surrounded by friends, Joey beside me laughing like when we were kids. The vision ended as I looked down at my hand to find it being held.

I caught a glimpse of Josiah, as I was pulled back to the present. I was doing the right thing, so I opened my book to a spell I created when I was five and scared of sleeping alone.

I never actually tried it, I preferred having my mom and dad cuddle me to sleep. I looked into the wicker basket seeing that I had the right herbs, borage, and yarrow. I took my book and basket out on the deck.

I sat down and placed the borage and yarrow on the floor in front of me, I arranged the herbs in the shape of a summoning pentagram.

I focused on that pulsing part of me, the place my magic dwells. With only thought, the herbs were lit with a pale blue flame.

"Borage brings courage, yarrow brings strength. As these herbs, by fire burn, let within me courage churn. As courage churns, the strength of yarrow burns. Thet noos ba-cahe." I spoke my spell and watched as the pentagram of herbs burned away.

The smoke rose in the air, then twirled around, it twisted like a miniature twister, then violently shoved it's way into my nostrils, straight down into my lungs.

The change was instantaneous, I felt stronger, bolder, braver, almost invincible. I stood and looked at the moon, inhaling, letting her power fill me. The moon wasn't yet full, so it was still being ruled by the maiden, called by these names, Nimue, Luna, Persephone.

With that being the case, my spell was effected differently then it would have been if the moon had been in a different phase. I felt youthful, playful, sexually charged, I felt erotic.

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About three weeks after that day, maybe three weeks and five days, Joey ran off. Someone said they saw him leave the school with Caleb. I knew he was alive, but my claircognizance was being blocked, it was powerful whatever was blocking me. His mom and dad have been searching, but they didn't even know about Caleb.

With courage I told them all that had happened, they were mad, they were surprised, but they listened as I told them what I knew.

I told them I wanted to go to see Caleb, Josiah, and their father. They forbid it, they argued me up and down, but the surprise was on us. Josiah and his father showed up at our front door.

My uncle wasn't about to just let hunters into our domain; when the door was opened, Josiah's father attempted to just walk in. No hello, no pleasantries, just a rude attempt at entering.

"No." My uncle said, holding out his hand, shoving Josiah's father back. "Who are you two?" My aunt asked. "The time for niceties has passed, we are two members of this towns hunting party. Move aside witch, we have much to discuss." Josiah's, stern-looking father said.

He was a bit taller than Josiah but shorter than my uncle. He also wasn't an A-type, I assumed he would be, but he wasn't. From his smell, he was an A-type, he was just shorter and less buff.

Yet I knew his truth, he changed his scent with magic, he truly was a C-type, but having been a dominant man for years, he was ashamed of being a C-type, ashamed of himself.

His looks were soft, bright blue eyes, soft white hair, and an intense stare. He had the same head shape as Josiah, but he didn't look like either of his kids. I watched him interact with my uncle, no matter the age, our biology couldn't be changed.

He was intimidated, on edge, vulnerable.

"We'll talk in the library, follow me." Uncle Tommy said. He led the way to the library, Josiah and I said nothing to one another, yet we each kept throwing looks at the other.

We got into the library, my uncle sat first, then each of us sat. "I'm going to get some refreshments, I'll be back." My aunt said. As soon as she was out of sight my uncle stood up.

He was a dominant and powerful man, he was about fifty-three, but he still kept his body up, he remained active. The hair on his head was gray, but his brows were still almost completely black.

"What do you want... hunter?" My uncle asked, looming over the seated hunters.

"My son is missing, he was last seen leaving his school with your child. A child might I add, that hexed not only my son but the son's of several other hunters." Josiah's father stated, standing up as well.

"Dad please, Caleb could be in danger. Can you just tell us where Joey is? Please, James, I think you could at least give me that." Josiah said. Full of confidence and moxie, I glared over at him.

"I owe you shit, and I don't know where they are, something is blocking my claircognizance, it's Joey's magic, but it's mixed with someone else's, somebody strong." I snapped, before calming down.

"You know, you have some nerve, playing victim all these years, maybe you're afraid to let me go because you don't want to be alone. You want me to be pathetically in love with you. Fuck you, Nicholas!" Josiah shouted.

"Enough!" My uncle and his father yelled, "This other magic, can you focus on it?" My uncle asked. "Yes, why?" I asked.

"Because if you can focus on it, I know a spell to draw me nearer to it. Your power will act as a sort of lighthouse." He said. "No, there's no way in hell you witches are hunting my son alone. No, we all find them or..."

"Sit down Zacharias, your threats mean nothing to me. I can see you for what you are. I know how scared you are." Uncle Tommy said, cutting of Josiah's dad.

My uncle has the gift of sight, perhaps he could see what I knew, and with Josiah's dad's reaction, I knew he recognized my uncle understood. "Your family has always been trash, especially you Thomas." Josiah's father said, making me and Josiah frown.

"Don't do that, because I have nothing to hide, you, however, are ashamed, say another word and I'll tell your son exactly how well we know each other," Tommy said, and I was just about to focus my power when I heard my uncle speak, without words.

{Don't invade my privacy!} He screamed into my head, shaking my core. "Dad do you know him?" Josiah asked, "Years ago, before your rebirth. I asked him to stay away." Zacharias said.

"I did, but this is my family's land and I don't have to stay off it. You don't own Sweetwater. You don't own me." Uncle Tommy said. "Of course not, no one does, not even that whore you decided to ma..."

My uncle raised his hand, squeezing it into a fist, Josiah's father seized up.

"You will respect me, I am not a wild teenager anymore. My life, it's mine, and you will respect my wife." Uncle Tommy said. "Let him go or I'll put a bullet in your head," Josiah said, pulling a pretty gun from his hip. Uncle Tommy raised his hand, but I raised mine.

"No," I whispered, waving my hand, my uncle stumbling back as a gentle pulse of my magic threw him off balance. "You know what, we'll find Caleb on our own and when I find him, you and your... family... had better be gone," Zacharias said, holding his chest. 

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POV
Zacharias

I just stormed out, I was angry, embarrassed, jealous. Thomas Chancellor, is an old enemy, one who was also my lover, and for a time my best friend, then he just cut me off.

That entire family is horrible, but Thomas wasn't, we'd met when he was much younger, I, of course, being immortal, I was the same. He was a cocky young witch when I knew him, he was good to look at, but he was also a trouble maker. That's how we met, I was going to put him down.

At that time I was all over the place, Caleb hadn't yet come home from wherever he was. I was in a depression, it started a little after Caleb ran off, of course, he was called Louis then. It'd started that winter when Josiah sacrificed himself to save Victor Chancellor.

He was the uncle of Thomas and the recent past life of that little bastard that hexed my boy.

Thomas was a lot like his son, a player, an incubus. His magic was wild, untamed. He's ruled by nature. It was him who triggered the change in my biology, him being an A-type, he created my weird attraction to him.

I'd been hunting him for a few months, his family had already been warned by the other leaders. I was still angry, my son had sacrificed himself. He took a knife meant for Victor, some jealous cousin had tried to kill him.

Josiah being connected to the witch would have died either way, but that knowledge didn't heal my heart. I remember the way Thomas looked at me, the day I cornered him, upon old town hill. He saw me, with eyes that could see everything about me. I remember raising my gun, a blessed bullet in the chamber. If I shot him, not only would the bullet have killed him, but the sigils would have ignited his flesh.

I remember he said, "You're looking for death?" But it was a question, not a threat. And he was right I wanted to die. "Your sons will be fine, the oldest will return home, but it will be a while. Your youngest was killed, I know you blame my family, but I see that during my lifetime he'll regain his immortality." He said.

I was frozen, he could see my life as clear as he could see me. I shook it off and spoke. "Thomas Chancellor, you've been charged with practicing the darkest art, several girls have committed suicide, each having loved and lost you," I said, my finger right on the trigger.

"If you kill yourself, your son's will be gone forever. What you need is a good scream." He said, still so calm.

"You have the right to a few last words choose them wisely," I said, giving him the memorized speech.

"Hidden pain hiding in plain sight, reveal the hurt and sorrow, emotions no longer will you fight." He muttered the words, and I instantly felt it all, all the feelings I wanted to be buried. "Feel them, feel the pain, then let it go." He said.

It was too much, I hadn't cried in hundreds of years, my pain was great. "Scream or it'll tear you apart!" He shouted. My knees hit the floor as I clawed at my heart.

Like a burp, a scream pushed its way out my throat, tears fell without my control. I tore at the grass beneath my hands. Somehow, I ended up in his arms, a young nineteen-year-old, held me tightly while I cried.

It was that day that my biology changed, I became a C-type.

It didn't take long before I became attracted to him. Two weeks later we started fuckin around, I thought I was too old for him, but I was the innocent one in the situation. He knew what to say, what buttons to push. Being older I always tried to call the shots but he never let me.

A whole year we had, then he was leaving for college. He asked me to go with him, I tried to explain why I couldn't. He got so mad, said that he meant nothing to me, he said if I loved him, I'd stop hunting and be with him.

I couldn't, so he left and we didn't speak for a few months. Then I got a letter, he was coming to Sweetwater, spending Christmas at home.

I was excited to see him, we met at our spot on the old town hill. He allowed me to kiss him, allowed me to be vulnerable. Then he revealed his relationship with the girl he married.

I lost it, I threatened him and his family, I told him to leave Sweetwater and not to come within casting range of the town, otherwise, he'd regret it.

He didn't heed me, and now one of my son's is in danger of falling in love with the chancellor who has continuously cost him his life, and my other son has disappeared with Thomas's son. I could only hope he hadn't fallen for that boy.

Thomas grew up good though, a full-grown man, tall and dominating. I often hate the fact that I became a C-type, basically a woman. It's something not even my boys know about me. Yet I think I'd still gladly submit to Thomas, with that hard body of his.

I wondered if he could still go round after round. Probably not, he is far from nineteen anymore.

"Dad, how do you know him?" Josiah asked as we got in the car, preparing to leave the Chancellors house. "It was years ago, he's not important, we need to find your brother before they do," I said.

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And we found Caleb, only I wish we hadn't. My boy Caleb has always been a bit more into magic, more than most hunters. He discovered the immortality spell, and he's the best curse breaker I know.

That being the case, I was aware of his addiction, he'd told me all about it when he finally returned home. He was going by Louis then, as changing our name is something we do along with our image, whenever it's needed.

Because of his penchant for magic, I wasn't surprised that it took a few dozen tracking rituals to find him, Josiah and I had to drive two hours away, to some remote cabin in the foothills of Saber Forest.

It took three counterspells to break the thick barrier around the cabin, we raced into the place, and my eyes were almost set on fire. My son was glued to the ceiling, the Chancellor witch was riding him, defying gravity and breaking my heart. "Caleb!" I shouted, covering my eyes, while Josiah stood in shock.

The sound of a fall made me uncover my eyes, to find Caleb and the Chancellor on the rugged old couch in the middle of the otherwise nicely decorated living area.

The two of them were laughing, they laughed while breaking apart. They laughed while the Chancellor conjured up robes. "Stop it beautiful, we have company," Caleb said as the witch tried to go for his penis. "What do you want father?" Caleb asked; I cocked my head to the side, something was off about him.

"Dad that's not Caleb." Josiah said, "He's almost right, he's not completely gone, just riding shotgun. All work and no play makes Caleb wanna put a bullet in his head. Not like it would kill me." He said suddenly laughing, his eyes flashing a dark red.

"Are you high? What did you take?" I asked. "A few lines of Keko {a herb}. A few shots of tequila and a whole lotta sex magic... There I answered your question, you see I'm safe, Joey isn't controlling me. So if there's -nothing else, leave so we can finish fucking each other brains out." Caleb said.

"Bro, this isn't like you... It's that disgusting wi..."

"His name is Joseph, and you don't wanna disrespect him. You were dead for almost ten years, hate to make it permanent. I did a few things Caleb isn't proud of, but one thing we're both proud of is creating the person you were going to call disgusting. Now leave, I'd rather not get aggressive, it'll blow our high." Caleb said, sticking his nose back into Joey's giggling neck.

"We aren't leaving without you," Josiah said, walking forward. "Really little brother, you still think you can take me?" Caleb asked, pulling away from his witch. "Whatever it takes, your leaving here today," Josiah said, him standing up to his brother was brave. Josiah is an excellent hand to hand fighter, he's okay with a spell. But he's no match for Caleb.

"Let's go, Caleb!" Josiah shouted, Caleb, smirked before raising his arm. Josiah shot to the ceiling of the cabin, he was like a magnet, simply stuck.

"Oh baby brother, you know what it is to love one of them, it's so easy. I can see the struggle in your eyes, you'll be with your Chancellor soon, let me have mine. At least for a little bit." He said, before dropping his arm and allowing Josiah to fall.

As soon as he hit the ground he was up and charging Caleb, I moved to intervene, but the Chancellor witch waved a hand, sending me flying in the opposite direction.

"Why did y'all come bothering us, he and I have something nice, and you all want to ruin it," Joey said, walking over to where I was hanging from a now dented wall.

"Y-Your family is looking for you." I stuttered over his hold. "So, they're just like you, they wouldn't want me with Caleb, but you know what, not even death can stop us from being together," Joey said, his eyes a dark red. He was high, lust magic and the keko dust were clouding his mind.

"P-please, they're brothers," I begged, looking over his shoulder to where my boys were practically trying to kill each other. With a wave of Joey's hand, Caleb and Josiah were flung apart.

"Leave. We'll come back when we come back." Joey said, releasing me and walking over to a smirking Caleb. "Let yourselves out," Caleb said, yanking Joey into his arms, the witch locking his ankles beyond my son's back, allowing him to carry him off to another room.

I went over and picked up a beaten Josiah, "Don't blame him, he's clearly under a spell." I said. "It isn't a spell, something has control over him, his eyes, they aren't Caleb's," Josiah said, he was right, I knew it. But we couldn't help him, at least not alone.

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Two days later, around three in the morning, I woke up to get a drink. When I returned to bed, I thought about how I could reach Caleb, he and the witch were still off binging.

I fell asleep thinking about helping my son. I knew immediately my dream wasn't natural. It felt too real, too alive, too vivid.

I was sitting in my truck, I was at Overarch hill, over on old town hill. It's a local lookout point. A place everyone knows about, like a local lover's lane.

I hadn't been to the Overarch in years, not since... Not since I thought I could be happy. Not since Thomas graduated and left Sweetwater.

I sat there in my truck, a truck I no longer owned, with its dark black leather seat. I wondered if the shotgun was still under the seat, but I made no move to get it. I just relaxed, and looked out at the lights from the small town, outdone by the stars that shined down.

Without warning my truck door opened, Thomas climbed in without a word and sat. He kept his eyes straight ahead, while I stared straight at him. "What's happening?" I asked.

"You're asleep, so am I. We need to talk about our children. How do we fix it?" He asked. "I thought I told you, I'd do it on my..."

"Dammit Zach, you know Joey and your son are powerful, I tried to break through that barrier they put up, they must have like seventeen different wards up. I can't do it alone." He said.

"What about your wife, she's a witch, can't she help?" I asked. "Her power isn't much, and I'd rather keep her out of danger." He answered stiffly.

It wasn't right but the question was burning in my head. "Do you ever think of me?" The words just shot out. Thomas tensed beside me, then he turned and looked into my eyes, I saw the teenager he once was.

"I've thought about you every day since the moment we met. You know how I felt about you, it just wasn't meant to be." He said. "There's always next time," I whispered, he chuckled and agreed. "So, how are we gonna fix this?" He asked. 

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POV
Caleb

"This is a Kipa berry, they're native to Africa, well... They were about two thousand years ago. Your kind depleted the resource. They have powerful properties, but the best is its ability to enhance jubilation charms." I explained to Joey.

He was in my lap, we were naked; as we had been since coming to the cabin. What was meant to be one night, had easily become two weeks, I was finding it hard to even remember the man I was weeks before. And my addiction to magic was awake, and I wasn't sure that it was a bad thing.

We connected that first night, Joey wanted to do some sex magic, a spell of his own creation. It gave him exact copies of my memories of the two of us. He would never be able to truly connect with his old self, but he knew all that happened. He felt my heartbreak when I crushed his mold. 

So let's say we were making up for the missed time. "Aren't jubilation charms dangerous?" Joey asked, kissing my Adam's apple. "Not when you know what you're doing," I answered. I pulled him closer to me, a hand cupping one of his sweet little ass cheeks. I held up the little purple and white kipa berry, rolling the extinct berry between my fingers.

"Vili yuto," I whispered, and we watched the berry rejuvenate itself; glowing a pale purple. "What does it feel like?" Joey asked, his eyes low and seductive. "Only one way to find out; trust me," I said, squeezing the berry, putting it in my mouth, using my tongue to squeeze out all the juice, then kissing Joey, sharing the juice and broken flesh with him.

He groaned into the kiss, pulling back as the rush of happiness and triumph hit us. he sat back then burst out laughing, I watched him before joining in on the laughter. His laughter was like music, a music that didn't stop for five minutes. When he did come down we ended up just staring at one another, his eyes were glowing soft purple, I'm sure my eyes were too.

"What else you got?" He asked, looking at the jars and bottles of liquids, herbs and powders I snatched from the war room. "Slow down, love," I said, reaching forward and plucking a cherry from the bowl on the table behind us. I was set to put it in my mouth, but Joey stopped me, he leaned forward, blowing on the cherry. He whispered something, a spell I wasn't familiar with.

"What was that?" I asked. "Trust me." He answered. I took the cherry in my mouth, biting it, at the first bite a warm tingle feeling coursed through my body. When I swallowed the cherry, the warmth grew, settling in my stomach. My mind felt clear, sharp and focused, and as I went into that feeling, my sharp and clear focus fell on Joey.

His sweet scent hit me, and I yanked him closer, smashing our lips together. It was lust magic, but not the normal kind, it was his magic, the lust was strong. "I'm so wet right now." He said, accepting my tongue. My dick and his were between, but there wasn't enough friction.

"Up," I commanded and Joey lifted his ass from my thighs, his pores were opening, releasing his C-type pheromones into the air around us, making my mind even foggier. "Sit," I demanded, feeling his slick opening teasing my tip. He slowly sat down, moving too slow for me, so I snatched him down into my lap. He moaned, and I sighed loving the heat of his wetness.

Feeling him only heightened his spell, I was losing control, my grip on his hips was wild, savage, I hoped I wasn't hurting him, but I didn't truly care, it was his own fault. He rode me hard, moaning obscenities non-stop, I palmed his ass, squeezing the meat, slapping both cheeks twice, getting a slutty squeal out of Joey.  "Fuck me harder," Joey whined, and I grabbed his hair, yanking his neck back, allowing me to run my tongue up his neck, tasting his sweat.

He bounced on me faster and I met him, lifting my ass off the chair to slam into to him, the room seemed to grow hotter, sparks of energy flying off of us, we were literally electric. "Ca-Caleb baby I'm gonna cum." He groaned, twisting and jacking his little cock. I swatted his hand away, taking his balls in my hand. "Cum for me then," I said, wanting him to cum without touching himself.

His eyes kept rolling and he was squeezing both his nipples, his head thrown back as he bounced faster, desperate for release. "Fucccccck baby!" He cried, and I felt his balls jump, his dick twitching and spitting out cum, while his hole tried to strangle my throbbing prick. I stood up, placing one hand on the back his neck, cradling it. 

My other hand was holding his ass, and I fucked into him, prolonging his orgasm while chasing my own. "Cum for me Caleb, knock me up!" He moaned and hearing his words, I erupted harder than I had before, who knew I had a breeding kink. I pumped into him slower, riding out my orgasm. I sat back down, holding him close to me.

As I held him, my cum pooling beneath us, I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop having sex with him, I also knew my family nor his would allow us to be together, not permanently, so I decided to enjoy him while it lasted.

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