Protecting the Devil's Angel

Extended Family

Reid smiled sinisterly as he stared at the ball of fire he wielded in his left hand. His eyes matched the orangey yellow blaze he was playing with.

“You know…” he started, but keeping his attention on his hand. “with our kind of power we should be ruling this town. Not cowering in some fuckin’ graveyard waiting to get killed. ”

“Reid.” Caleb said in a warning tone as he shot a menacing glare at him.

Reid, like the other three young men he was walking with, were like brothers. There was no separating them, but sometimes, Reid allowed his anger get the best of him. His mouth was like a bunch of grenades going off at once when his attitude took over—which was more often than never.  Caleb was always trying to keep him in line, but that in itself was a challenge.       

Though Reid was smaller, he packed a hell of a “punch”. He glared up at Caleb, who was only feet in front of him and grimaced. The rain hadn’t let up and they were all drenched from head to toe. Reid was dressed in all black, blending in with the night. The only things visible were his fiery eyes, pale face and blonde hair, which was covered in a black scull cap. He had on black cut off gloves that allowed his slender finger through to match. He closed his hand shut and the fire descended into nothing as a frown puckered his brow. He hated taking orders, but Caleb was over him. He thought it to be because of his random outbursts and the fact that he liked to torture things. But that wasn’t it.

                “You know I’m right.” Reid spat as he stalked over to Caleb and stopped to stare him in the eyes.        

Caleb bawled his hands into fist because he knew Reid was capable of throwing a punch if he thought he was looking at him wrong.  Caleb had dark hair and brown eyes to match. He was wearing a black pea coat that hung reasonably low. Normally, he was a bit peaceful, but definitely all for defending himself. When Reid spoke ill of how they lived, he was willing to jump out of his comfort zone and kick a little ass. It was in his nature to and he enjoyed it too. 

“You can say what you want Reid, but respect Alastair’s plan.” Caleb warned once more.

“What plan Caleb?!” Reid snapped turning away, but quickly looking back.

“Following some two bit pussy who I could pulverize like that?!” Reid shouted as he snapped his fingers.

Ethan smiled sinisterly as he watched Reid rave on and on because it amused him. He fed of the energy of any type of anger or distress even if it was between his “brothers”. Delight flicked through his dark brown eyes and he had auburn hair to match. He agreed with Reid on a huge level.

“Dude knock it off.”   Aiden replied flustered.

He was tired of the petty bickering Reid always seemed to dredge up. Ethan rolled his eyes as and glared over at Aiden for butting in. The energy he was sucking up from the tension was too invigorating for it to stop at that moment.  Reid turned to Aiden and a smile swept across his face. 

“I’m just sayin’ is all.” He replied light hearted and Caleb relaxed his fist.

Reid was like a switch, easily turned on and off and though it was annoying, he also brought amusement to the group.

“You know Reid has a point though.” Ethan replied putting his two cents into the conversation.

“Thank you!!” Reid shouted throwing both hands in the air and turning to his coconspirator with a huge smile.                   “The only reason we even acknowledge the punk is because of Alastair.” He finished.

“Exactly…you said the right name.” Caleb replied.

“He’s not better than us.” Ethan spat siding with Reid again and Caleb knew that deep inside they all felt the same.

“If he was here right now I’d teach him what it’s really like to be one of us.”

The rustling of trees suddenly startled them and they all froze. They immediately spun around towards the source and waited to kill anything moving. It was mandatory that they stuck together because too much was going on as of late.  Standing together, they all peered closely as Dean emerged from the fog.

“Speak of the Devil…” Ethan mumbled with a smile.

He could feel Reid’s rage dredging up the moment he saw his face. This was gonna be a hell of a night. Dean’s pain was radiating off of him and he knew Ethan was eating it up—or more like soaking it up like a sponge. Seeing the rest of his family was supposed to be a good thing, but he knew different. They all hated him for the way Alastair hovered over him. The bad blood between them was unspoken, but seeing as how he could tap into their thoughts, he knew exactly what they felt. He wished he didn’t know and he cursed himself for having that ability. It wasn’t intentional…it just spontaneously happened sometimes. He’d heard them talking a mile away and with the mood he was in, he was ready to fight.