Among Demons : Rebellious Huntress

Chapter 11 : Unwelcome

Regrettably, my stay at the Fenir home was at an end.

I couldn’t stay here indefinitely, no matter how much I wanted to. I had a job to do, and people to spy on. Not only that, but it brought me so much amusement that my family couldn’t outright block me from returning home whenever I wanted. That’s because of the strict rules and demands that are very clearly listed within the legal documents surrounding the family’s business, wealth, properties and even the pricey stock we hold. It stated that any blood relative of the Evans family must always have access to any one of the properties and homes that the family owns, especially the main estate. No matter what changes within the family dynamics, I can’t be denied entry. My parents and grandparents aren’t able to change any of the rules or legal things either, unless they want to give up their portion of the trust, as well as any chunk of property, valuable family heirlooms or other things. It was quite surprising when I first heard about it, since I believed that they would cut me off as soon as I turned eighteen. But there was clearly something else I didn’t know about that was preventing the elders in the family from doing exactly what I know they want to do.

My ancestors were smart and ensured that, no matter what changed within the family, that every direct descendant was able to still gain a significant mound of money in order to survive.

I wasn’t sure and I hadn’t been able to find any proof yet, but I had heard a few gossipy bits of information that claimed that there was another, more complicated clause that my parents hated. It had something to do with the family’s activities somehow, and basically stated that only a specific type of descendant is allowed to truly take control of the Evans family as a whole. The type of descendant that follows the ways of our ancestors who were one of the original Guardians. But again, I had no proof and had never found any such document that proved this tidbit of gossip.

Still, I needed to go back and keep watch over my brothers and parents and all their nasty dealings.

So that night, after gathering my things and making sure I had the extra memory chips for my surveillance cameras, I hopped back on my bike and rode back to the tainted estate I grew up in.

The drive back was somehow much shorter than it had been when I drove out, adding to my irritation and tension. I soon found myself pulling into the gated parking lot, kicking the kickstand to my bike and staring up at the imposing building before me.

I could see that both my brother's cars were home, and so were my parents. The open garage showing me each and every one of their fancy vehicles parked there in its usual place. The only car missing from the driveway was Emma’s car. This could mean that she was either out shopping again, spending time with her equally money-hungry friends, or she took my mother and Sophia out to some spa again.

I dismounted from my bike and pulled off my helmet, tucking it under my arm as I walked towards the door.

Not caring about noise, I threw open one of the two thick wooden doors, taking out a bit of tension on the massive thing. It didn’t slam back in that satisfying way that most people like when they’re angry. But it still made a loud creaking sound when it swung out further than it was used to. This seemed to annoy someone pretty badly, since I could hear the sharp chair squeak echo from somewhere deeper inside.

I closed the door behind me and kept moving, ignoring the muffled voices that I now could pinpoint coming through the large dining room. As I reached the door that held the staircase to my room, I caught movement through the archway that led to the dining room, kitchen and the big glass sliding door for the backyard. Turning, I froze, locking eyes with the man that I no longer called Dad. Especially out loud.

He was dressed in a fitted suit with pinstripes on it and a light blue tie matching the thin stripes that added some color to the black of his suit. His eyes narrowed when he saw me, disappointment and disgust practically screaming from his gaze.

“Where have you been?” He demands, his tone attempting to pull the answer out of me.

“Do you really want to know?” I challenged, arching a brow and waiting for him to snap and try to pull me into another shouting match.

His glare darkened, his hands fisting at his sides.

“Go make yourself presentable.” Ignoring my words, he waved me off towards the stairs and slowly turned back towards the archway he had come through. “We’re having a few friends over for dinner. Since you’ve bothered to come back, you’ll need to be present.” He paused as he turned, his eyes narrowing further. “Don’t even think about bringing up your filthy Demon friends or anything relating to those miscreants, understood?”

Sighing dramatically and crossing my arms over my chest, I leveled him with a bored, disinterested expression, instantly fueling his anger. Especially when I don’t respond the way he wants me to.

“And which of your many, oh so powerful, god-like friends is gracing us with a visit?”

He takes a second to visibly calm himself, squeezing his eyes closed and taking several deep breaths before looking at me again.

“The Rolche family is stopping by to bring a few gifts for Emma and the baby.” My stomach flipped violently and my body heated with rage while he kept going. “Your mother and I were also invited to the wedding of their eldest daughter, which is being hosted in our family’s cabin grounds in a little over three months.”

My fists were practically vibrating as he spoke, my mind filling with the image of a certain member of that family that had betrayed me in so many ways while I was still in high school. I was no longer paying attention to Connors ramblings. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. The rage that came with the memory of his betrayal was rearing its ugly head back up again and I couldn’t shake it off.

So instead of standing there, practically wishing death upon a man I never wanted to see again, I turned away from the still talking sperm donor and raced up to my room.

I could hear Connor shouting after me, insulting me for leaving him standing there talking and making demands of me and what he expects me to do, wear and behave like while around our unwanted guests. And in response, I slammed my bedroom door as hard as I possibly could.

The Rolche family has been an old friend of my family since before I was born and also came from generational wealth. They were the owners of the big, two story mall that sat near the center of the city. They also owned a very successful moving company that had at least three other chains in another state. They were similar to my parents and brothers when it came to their opinions on Demons, though there was one thing that my parents didn’t fully agree with. And that was the ever changing women that came and went, each one much younger than the current head of the family, who was four years older than Connor, at 53 years old.

The man named Ryan has kept a steady revolving door of changing women on his arm ever since his wife died while I was in Middle school. He never marries any one of them or even wants to have kids with them either. He just parades them around like living trophies, showing off the young women he sleeps with to his other friends before he tosses them aside once he gets annoyed with their demands for a more exclusive label for their relationship. He has six kids, most of whom are married and working for the family in some way. And out of his many kids, there is one that I met and stupidly dated throughout most of High school.

James Rolche.

He’s a year older than me and had been a near perfect boyfriend during our time together. So perfect, in fact, that I was beginning to believe that I was falling for him and how easy our relationship was. And then, striking me like a bolt of lightning carried by a freight train, I learned the truth.

James had not only been cheating on me since the day we started dating, but he had been planted into my life by my parents, who were hoping a boyfriend would change my view on Demons all together. Yes, you heard that right. James had agreed to essentially seduce me and keep me trapped in a honeymoon haze in an effort to make me turn my back on Demons. My parents had hoped that me dating a child of their longtime friend would not only keep me from spending too much time with the Demons they detested, but also guarantee that I would end up married, pregnant or somehow bound to the bastard. They had point-blank said it to my face, claiming that they were looking out for me and simply wanted the best for their only daughter.

And James? He just shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

No big deal when he had deliberately hidden who his family was, telling me that his last name was Moore and pretending that he was just another High school aged boy going to a public school. When in reality he was not only a Rolche, but was actively in training to become a Hunter, like most of the men in his massive family.

Still, after our explosive break up that ended with me punching him out cold and both my parents nearly losing their voices shouting at me, the cocky bastard continued to flirt with me.

He would find ways to see me while I was still in school, acting like nothing was wrong and calling me ‘Doll’ like he had while we dated. He wouldn’t stop telling me how I would eventually return to him once I realized that there was no better man out there for me. He went on and on about how perfect we were for each other, how our families were close and how everything would be so much simpler if I just accepted this reality that he claimed was inevitable. He’d bring me flowers after school, making so many stupid girls swoon and complain about how lucky I was. He’d insist on picking me up at home with his flashy Camaro early in the mornings or bring me gourmet lunches for two. And his calls and texts were incessant to the point that I changed my number and made all new emails too, finally ending his pointless crusade.

I haven’t seen or heard from him since I was in the hospital after the INCIDENT, so it’s been nearly two years. And yet that worthless, micro-p***s having asshole was about to waltz in with his family, just like that?

‘Fine.’ A dark smile twisted onto my face as I began to formulate a plan. ‘You asked for this.’

I knew that I couldn’t just hide away in my room now that I was here. My family was all about reputation and having their one and only daughter seclude herself in her room while guests were present was simply not allowed. They cared more about said reputation than they did about anything else, except money of course. And even if I tried to resist, I would only be making my short stay here unnecessarily difficult and hostile. Plus, my mother and sisters-in-law would all force their way in using the spare key I knew they had and make me wear one of their many stupid, flashy dresses before dragging me into the dining room. I didn’t doubt that they would literally drag me out of my room and nearly glue my ass onto the chair in the dining room too. Maybe even gag me to keep me from saying anything that would ruin the guests' perception of my parents and siblings.

So, if I was going to be made to sit and socialize with that family of murderers, manwhores and snakes, then I was going to do everything in my power to make every last one of them feel as unwelcome as I possibly can.

I’ll taint their pleasant conversations with sharp, cold comments. I’ll stare down whichever family members decided to join us and make them question why I’m staring so hard into their putrid souls. I’ll even flirt with the older siblings of that asshole too, if they come, and hopefully make him upset enough to snap and scream at me. I’ll bring up that hellish night if I have to as well and make them all uncomfortable, since I knew that every member of the Rolche family had come by the hospital room while I was there. They knew what had happened. They knew that my own family was more than prepared to use my potential death as a tool, yet no one did a thing to stop it, speak out or verbalize their disapproval. So every one of them deserves to suffer one night of social agony.

Just as long as they leave and don’t plan on coming back any time soon.