Protecting the Devil's Angel

Taking the Worst To Heart

Slush covered Dean’s boots as he walked through the mucky cemetery. What Ayla had threatened hadn’t really gotten under his skin because he knew she wouldn’t tell. Not after agreed to train with her for the rest of the month. The thought of that was killing him because he hated when she pestered him and that was more than often. The way she watched him when he trained was sickening, but only to him. Everyone else he considered a “brother” wanted nothing more than to taste her sinful lips—but not him & maybe that’s why she pestered him so. She was just as much as a smartass as he was but not as good at listening. Yeah, he was a rebel, but she took the cake. Ever since Alastair had taken her in, she’d been nothing but trouble. But he was the favorite.

Why? He didn’t know. Being a “great warrior” may have had a lot to do with it. He chuckled at the thought. Him…being a great warrior? Yeah right. Sure he was a good learner & damn good at hunting, but not GREAT. Hell, he didn’t even feel like he fit in at home. He was even a loner there. Being the youngest brought in, and maybe the fact that Alastair steered closer to him had to be the explanation. They barely looked or talked to him…he was like a ghost. He put his hand out as he kept going forward into the now dark woods & caught a few rain drops. The instant they touched his hand, they turned to little ice drops.

“Bad ass.” He mumbled with half a smile as he saw the dark solitude he called home. he always amazed himself.

The tiny ice crystals dropped from his hands as he dropped his arm to his side. He stared up at the dark pathway that lead to the house and shuddered just a bit. Every time he came to this place, he had the same reaction. He didn’t get why, hell…he’d seen worse in his young lifetime. There was thick fog in front of the deep forest of thin trees. The dirt was mounted high just as the old graveyard stopped & the hill to his house started. He stared at the huge grayish full moon sat in the center of the thick woods. He swallowed hard and stepped up on the moist mount of dirt & started towards his house. The still pouring rain had long ago soaked him, but the freezing weather didn’t faze him. He had long ago grown accustomed to it. The brick steps that led to a pitch black path weren’t too far & he ran up them.

The grayish concrete mausoleum he called a home was waiting as thick fog loomed over and around it. At the top of his crypt, the graveyard began again unsuspectingly. He hustled over to the entrance as he heard crows caw atop the tiny trees. He grabbed the huge round knockers & pushed it hard enough to open. It creaked and a rank smell came out just like always. A frown puckered his brow as he turned up his nose to the wretched stench.  As he walked inside, his boots pounded on the cracked cement. He cursed to himself as he snuck in and closed the huge door as gently as he could. Just in case Ayla had blabbed, he wanted to steer clear of Alastair. She was very unpredictable. He snuck passed the pillars & down the staircase, deep into the pit they lived in. As he got to the bottom, he stopped to listen. He didn’t hear any voices, so he was relieved. Everyone was out just as he wanted. He sometimes stayed out late enough to miss the “family activities”. He snuck through the huge marble “living room” and into his room as he heard footsteps coming from the other side.

“Shit…” he mumbled as he closed his door ever so slightly until he heard a click and held his breath as he heard talking.

“His 17th birthday is coming up vastly.” He heard Eli reply and he knew they had to mean him. No one else was about to be 17.

“I know this. Alastair replied and dean could hear the frustration in his tone. What could be so bad about him turning 17? Were they gonna throw whim a surprise part?

‘Yeah right’. He thought with an evil smile. Imagining his kind throwing a party that involved cake & not bloodshed…the thought was preposterous. Downright laughable.

“They’re getting closer to us…”

“Eli, I’m aware of this.” Alistair replied again & Dean could only imagine the evil look he was giving Eli. Eli was older than the others following Alastair, but he looked just as young, if not younger than Dean. Dean had found that out the hard way. He and Eli had gotten into a squabble and Eli had shown his true form while beating the crap out of him. The blond hair & hazel eyes had faded away. His hair had gone black as midnight as his eyes glowed yellow. Shaking the thought off, Dean continued to listen.

“Well you act like that little fuck is more important than us!! We’re dying out there and for what?! Him?! He worthless…”

“Eli…” Alastair replied stopping as he bit his tongue. He didn’t wanna say anything to rash & make more of a rift. He knew how everyone hated Dean and blamed him for what was going on constantly. Hell, it was his fault that their enemies were so close on their tails, but Alastair had a plan.

“Everything will work out.” Alastair finished as he grabbed a throwing knife to clean. Dean cringed as he slid to the floor & planted his back to the door. Swallowing hard, he took in a breath as he kept himself from crying, but he felt the tears burning his eyes. He was stronger than this.

‘Man up.’ He thought as he continued to listen.  

“Sure when we’re all dead. He’s not worth it & you know it. You’re hiding behind your feelings—Just because you dragged him in here while he was dying, and you raised him doesn’t mean anything!!”

“You listen to me you slithering piece of garbage!! I could care less about him.” Alastair shouted grabbing Eli by his shirt & slamming him up against the wall. The concrete crumbled underneath him as his back made an imprint into it.

“I feel for no one.” He replied staring Eli dead in the eyes & Eli smiled until they heard a door open. The moment Alastair saw Dean he released Eli & attempted to look cool. Dean just gave them both a uneasy look as he clenched his fist. He couldn’t believe his ears.    

“Dean…you missed…”

“Save it.” he warned. He was breathing erratically in pure anger. By Dean’s response he knew he’d heard them and wanted to kick himself. Dean ran towards the stairs and jetted up them disappearing.  

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