Reaper

Chapter 5 -Evander

The f*****g asshole. He’d been leaving him alone just like his dad had said. He was furious the last time he’d had to come to the school. He had to beg to keep him in school every time he got caught beating that weakling prince up. He was just so angry and he’d been such an easy target since they were little.

He could remember the first time he’d laid eyes on the wimp. The other kids avoided him because of his tiny little horns. He tried to play with them, but every time he’d approach they’d walk away from him and go do something else. Eventually he went and just played play-doh by himself every play time. It had been so easy to slide past him without the teacher noticing, hitting the little freak. He’d get away before he’d cry, far enough away that when he tried to blame someone he didn’t have a solitary person he could blame.

Eventually he could place Evander’s scent so when he zipped past, slapping him he’d tell the teacher who was hitting him. They were young enough he only got a small talking to about how hitting others was wrong and a tiny timeout. Those timeouts always made him angrier and instead of teaching him not to hit the kid, he got sneakier and hit him harder.

As they got older, the asshole seemed to figure that out too. He stopped tattling but he tried to hit him back. He could never do much damage and Evander always did worse on the return. He stopped fighting back by middle school and Evander had a field day. He never told anyone who broke his arm in the boy’s gym locker room. Not a word when he slammed his head into the corner of the hallway, a blind spot he’d found between the hall monitors and cameras.

Now here they were. That s**t stain was staring at him across the office, eyes boring into him like he’d given the ultimate revenge for every time he’d put his hands on him. Gazes locked, Evander ran through the events. He’d been swallowed by darkness, eyes becoming two glowing green balls focused solely on him. He’d almost pissed his pants at how fast he moved, it was like something straight out of a horror film.

He knocked the air out of him when he shoved him down, his head clunking against the hard tiles of the floor. He felt his legs on either side of his waist, even if he couldn’t see any aspect of his body he certainly felt it. He leaned forward, green orbs glowing brightly with a fury he’d never seen light up in his prey. It was as if they stared right into his deepest core, he was on the verge of shaking at how deeply disturbing it was.

Then the freak f*****g spoke, “You’re MY bully. Don’t you EVER touch anyone else again!”

Evander’s whole brain short circuited. The psycho was jealous. He’d always thought it weird that Kouzen had just laid down and took it. He’d been his favorite punching bag for so long he just assumed he was used to it. Had the freak been getting something out of the beatings?

His face flushed at the thought and realizing Kouzen could see it he looked away. He saw the smirk from the asshole out of the corner of his eye. f*****g asshole thought he’d won, he’d see. He was going to get it as soon as he’d let his guard down, even if he pulled whatever the hell it was he’d pulled in the hallway.

When his dad showed up, he ducked his head down. He hadn’t started the fight today, maybe he’d be less in trouble. He could feel his dragon restless in his skin in reaction to his sire. Kouzen left first, his dad beaming with pride for once. He always scowled at Evander, the fucker thought he could do something to him but it was well known he was a human. Evander would break him before he blinked.

He could hear his dad screaming at the principal. He was demanding Kouzen receive the same treatment he did, suspend the kid. It was hypocrisy, he wasn’t being punished for being the emperor’s grandson, and on and on. His face burned in embarrassment, he wasn’t being punished so severely because it was the first time he’d fought him.

His dad ripped out of the office and snapped at him, indicating he needed to follow. He looked at the principal and followed his dad out. The freshman he’d been beating came in before they could leave and the dean stopped them, explaining the kid had also been in a fight. His dad growled at him and Evander’s gaze tightened into indifference. He had bigger things to worry about than a freshman who’d crashed into him in the halls today. He’d made that psycho jealous.

When they finally left, his dad was so furious he was silent. They drove into the clan homestead, just outside of town. He shut the car off in their driveway and looked at him, gaze hard. He was the clan Beta and this was a constant strain on his relationship with the clan. He left him in the car, leaving Evander even more confused.

He took a few minutes to himself before he went into their house. His mom glanced to him, giving him a disappointed look, “I don’t know why you can’t just leave that boy alone. We’re lucky his family has never taken action against us.”

“I’ve talked to that kid’s mom, said he doesn’t want anyone to think they’re using their family name to pressure anyone,” his dad ran a hand through his hair. The demon realm was extremely accommodating to all types and the emperor kept things fair between all factions, kingdoms and everything inbetween. Apparently that meant at the expense of his own family sometimes.

“Maybe we should just finish his education here. We have teachers here,” His mom looked to his dad who finally looked ready to accept that was the best idea. They’d shelled out for the private schooling to get him the best education. He’d thrown it all back in their faces for years and his dad had groveled with them to keep him in the school, reminding him how much money the clan provided in a desperate attempt to have him finish his education.

He left them to argue quietly amongst themselves, going to his room. He saw them again at dinner time and then waited until they went to bed to sneak out of his room. He went for a stroll in the woods around the property and when no one was looking squeezed out of a pipe into the side of their security wall for drainage. He walked cautiously back into town and ducked into an old building.

“Stats, man, I hope we got some beers in that mini fridge of yours. It’s been a f*****g day,” He hollered up the stairs. He heard his friends whoop out at his arrival and turned into an abandoned apartment on the second floor. His whole gang was there, pizzas out on a broken down table they’d found in an alley.

“What type of beer ya looking for?” Stats was a demon boy, tall and lanky. He was good with numbers and helped them with their school boy shenanigans when it came to scamming kids out of their lunch money.

“Anything cold,” Evander had a cold can shoved in his hand and grabbed a slice of pizza, plopping down in a recliner that sucked his body down into it. They’d found this building one day and declared it their official hideout. No one seemed to be doing anything with the building and after sneaking into it with no repercussions for months on end they determine no one was keeping tabs on the building.

There was a pool table they’d managed to put back together with some stolen pool cues and rag tag group of pool balls they’d managed to scrounge together. A few broken tables they’d stabilized, couches and chairs they’d pulled from the curbsides. They’d scored a television and gotten a kid from school to re-wire it to hook it up. A DVD player had been purchased using won money from gambling at school and admittedly most of the movies they had were of the adult variety. Lighting the place were lamps they’d found along the way.

The windows were all blacked out to avoid anyone knowing they were there and they took special care in ensuring they never made too much noise. This was their haven and they weren’t willing to sacrifice losing it.

“Dude, what happened with freakazoid today?” Lucas was another of his friends, a wolf shifter from the other side of town.

“I don’t want to talk about it, we got anything new for movies? I just wanna forget today,” He cracked the beer open, taking a gulp.

“Only if you’re wanting to watch porn, man. Mack stole a few DVD’s from the adult store while the owner was helping some lady,” Stats made his way to the cupboard of movies and unlocked it, “Mega MILF’s, Fem’s gone wild: Cocoa beach annnnd Busty housewives.”

“Gods, those sound awful,” Evander laughed.

“You try stealing under pressure. I didn’t exactly have time to pick and choose. I just grabbed,” Mack folded his arms with an indignant snort. Mack was a demon too.

“Fems gone wild I’ve heard isn’t terrible. Joel in gym said they keep their d***s out of the scenes and fems will do almost anything on camera,” Stats tried to be helpful and instead earned himself some surprised stares. He waved them off and Evander motioned him to go ahead and put it in.

Lamps were quickly extinguished, none of them wanting to see what the others were doing. It was awkward enough that they could all smell each other at times. The awful porn opening started and once the action started the smells erupted. Evander’s was always the strongest and it made him self-conscious when his d**k came to life at the little effeminate man on the screen. Stats had been correct, they kept his c**k hidden while not shying away from the guy enjoying him. They had done their best to sell them as flat chested women.

The problem came later when a short haired fem came on the screen. Black hair and brown eyes, screaming for his dominant partner as pleasure wracked his body. His brain quickly made the connection to a certain freak at school and he growled loudly at that asshole ruining even this. He was then quickly horrified at how it wasn’t ruined at all, he was so hard it hurt. He chugged the rest of his beer, tucked himself back in his jeans and stormed out without a word.