Among Demons : Rebellious Huntress

Chapter Two : The Evans Family

My parents used the Evans generational wealth to do anything they could to harm Demons and their attempts to settle in our city. Both of them worked in the school system, with my father, Connor, working as a High School history teacher and football coach in a private Human school. My mother, Megan, is a first grade teacher in a private Elementary school and would co-coach a local girls junior cheerleading team over the summer that was exclusively tailored towards Human children.

They both helped provide funds to the private programs run in the school or in the city, making sure to exclude Demons at every turn.

My eldest brother, Marshall, is an accountant and specializes in what they proudly called the ‘Pure Humanity Financial Rights’, which helps the Humans living in the city gain a little more in tax refunds, simply for having to live near or interact with Demons throughout the year. His wife Sophia, the dramatic, sniveling little b***h, helps my parents in directing the biggest chunk of the state funds towards the private schools so only Human kids could benefit. Being a member of the School Board, and a loudly proclaimed ‘Proper Lady’, she always turns her nose up on anything remotely similar to the Demons she calls ‘beastly’, ‘uncivilized’, and ‘immoral’.

So her little outraged tantrum at seeing her sister-in-law completely naked isn’t much of a surprise.

She was also adamant on keeping my two year old nephew, Henry, away from me. My brother agreed with her too, claiming that they didn’t want me to corrupt their young son in any way. It hurt, if I was being honest. A part of me had been excited to get to be an aunt when I first found out that Sophia was pregnant. But when she was just a few weeks from her due date, I was sat down by my parents and plainly told what Marsh and Sophia had decided. And they had successfully done it, keeping the adorable little boy away from me as much as they could. It didn’t matter that we all lived in the massive family estate. Not when the rest of the family had helped to keep the little boy supervised by at least one of them if I was around.

Little Henry treated me like a stranger now, growing nervous and immediately hiding behind his mother, father or grandparents if he caught sight of me.

The second born son of the Evans family, Mason, works as a court stenographer, jotting down every word and minute spent during an active court case. Of course, he used his not so noticable position to reword a few things here and there in his very important notes. So, if a Demon was, in any way, involved in a case, no matter how small or insignificant, my brother would slyly steer the typed up conversations so, upon later revisiting, it wouldn’t look so great for all Demons involved. It didn’t help that the city had yet to replace or even buy working cameras with strong microphones in every one of their courtrooms. So the Judges and lawyers depended on the stenographer's notes to look back on the things that were said and plan ahead for any following cases.

Mason is also recently married to Emma, a cold hearted b***h that enjoys the full wealth of the Evans family to the fullest. She doesn’t work, preferring to stay home and play the role of ‘devoted daughter-in-law’, cooking for the family, cleaning up the large, spacious areas everyone uses and taking up every second of her free time shopping online for the best and most expensive things she could find. She would even present gifts to my mother, my father and her husband, acting all sweet and thoughtful while hiding the fact that the more pricey, personalized gifts she bought for herself. I wasn’t even surprised when she had announced that she was pregnant four months ago, managing to get knocked up less than six months after marrying my stupid brother. This ensured that she would be taken care of for life, even if Mason came to his senses and divorced her. It didn’t help that my brother was stupid in the most stunning way when I overheard him at his wedding talking to his buddies, admitting to them that he agreed with his new wife's thoughts on a prenup and never bothered with making one.

In my personal opinion, Mason has essentially kissed his trust fund goodbye and basically ruined his financial future now that the money-loving b***h is pregnant.

Sophia isn’t as materialistic as Emma, at least not from what I’ve seen, heard and secretly looked into. She actually loves Marshall and had been with him for three years before he proposed. She’s genuinely happy with my brother and dotes on their son a lot. I won’t deny that she’s proven to care for both my brother and nephew deeply, even if she annoys the ever loving s**t out of me. And though Emma is a money hungry b***h, she is warm and kind to my parents and is even friendly with Sophia. They’ve grown close after Emma joined the family and often planned spa days with my mother once or twice a month. And overall, the Evans family is pretty happy and joyful outside of all of their Demon-hating bullshit.

I am the only problem they have troubling shutting up.

The youngest and only daughter born into the family turned into the biggest disappointment, according to my father.

I not only managed to befriend and get along beautifully with several Demons, but I openly protected them from the other rich and powerful families that are close to my parents. I’ve gotten into fights in defense of random Demons I had witnessed being harassed at the mall or any other public area. I’ve been the target of crude and malicious rumors and insults after loudly calling out the hypocritical behavior of several rich-b***h daughters that went to the same private school I was forced to attend. And though my family doesn’t know it, I am an undercover Scout that willingly spies on them in order to stop, block or outright destroy anything they were given from a Hunter's Organizations that they’ve befriended.

It is the biggest personal shame for me, knowing that my parents willingly took in illegal Demon paraphernalia and stored it for Hunters who were being investigated. Then they just hand it right back to them, knowing that they were going to use those things to hurt innocent Demons. Sometimes my parents provided a safe house for Hunters that were found out and needed a place to hide. Other times they just help them recover if they were injured, or simply give them a place to rest before they alter their appearance enough to leave and avoid arrest.

Sadly, my immediate family isn’t the worst of the Evans family.

My father’s older brother, Conrad, is a much worse problem. He actually joined a Hunters Organization and travels around the world with them a lot. I’ve heard some of his conversations with my father and felt nothing but revulsion towards the man I’ve hardly interacted with. He loves to boast about the Demons he hurt, the number of rare Demon Races he managed to kill and the things he’s done to all kinds of Demon women that have been captured. He is a vile bastard and a massive man-w***e too.

I wasn’t the least bit surprised when, a few months ago, another woman in an East Coast state reached out to my father. She claimed that she was looking for my uncle, that she needed to tell him that she was pregnant with his child and needed a bit of help. My father simply denied knowing any man named Conrad and hung up on her.

She wasn’t even the first one to research the Evans family name and contact my father. In fact, if I actually looked into it and counted out every woman that reached out to my father, I was certain that I would reach the high thirties. Maybe even the forties or fifties, if I included the women that never reached out. And I was certain that my prick of an uncle was never going to change his ways. He loves doing the things he does very, very much. I could hear as much every time he called my father. And he seemed to get a kick out of telling these women exactly who he is, yet only stopping at his first and last name. He never gives them more information and is careful enough to avoid getting caught in any pictures.

Because without more details a woman can’t really hunt a man down for child support payments. If you don’t know where he lives, whether he has any other family members, what he does for work or even how old he is, the courts will only get so far before they stop looking and turn to you for more details. And with my father using his family name, money and connections to block out the existence of his man-w***e brother, there’s nothing else that the courts or those women can do. It takes money to find someone and a single state can only funnel so much of that money into searching for one dead-beat bastard that’s knock-up another woman who slept with him willingly.

My uncle also likes to thank my father for taking on the responsibility of the family’s biggest money-maker, since the man openly talks about his love of travel. He isn’t the type to sit still in one city for very long and hated the amount of paperwork and business planning that was needed to run the family's long standing business.

The Evans family made a name for themselves when one of our ancestors purchased a massive piece of land that sat along the tree covered mountain side. It’s a good two hours drive away from the city but was also beautifully maintained and cared for. This land was carefully developed with dozens of cozy wooden cabins dotting the mountain side. And over the years it’s turned into a popular vacation location for those that wanted to be immersed in the wilderness, yet still enjoy some common creature comforts. Like sleeping on a bed and not having rain pour down on you. The Evans Cabin Grounds are booked solid every year, especially during the winter, when families come in from out-of-state, wanting to experience a white Christmas.

My Grandparents added more to the breathtaking lands too, providing people with a gorgeous wedding hall that sat a few feet away from a cute trickling waterfall that spills into a four foot stream. Many people have booked the place and held their weddings there. Some large families had even booked the space for massive family reunions, baby showers and even memorial services for lost loved ones. My grandfather, the last grandparent I have left, is still currently running it, though my father helps out with the bulk of the paperwork. Especially now that his health isn’t as great as it once was and he’s soon to move into an assisted living facility in another city.

I won’t lie and say that the cabins and party hall aren’t beautiful places. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t love spending my summers and winters in one of those cabins while I was growing up. And I won’t say that I hate hiking the many trails there, or that the sounds of the stream and rustling leaves in the wind don’t calm and soothe me.

I just hate that my family uses the money they make from such a place to hurt innocent Demons.

This is why I try so hard to correct my family’s wrongs. And why I’m not afraid to spy on them in order to protect my friends and the people that are more family to me than my actual blood relations. It’s not like I’m even doing much either. Not when my father has a few cousins with kids of their own. And as far as I know, every single one of them not only believes in the family’s Demon-hating crap, but some have also followed in my uncle Conrad's footsteps, becoming Hunters and going around hurting innocent Demons.

My hand absently started trailing the hidden pink scar that starts at the point of my left shoulder, arching up towards the base of my neck a bit before it traveled down to the top of my right breast. It has a few jagged edges here and there, thanks to the stitches that I had yanked out of my body a few days after I was revived. The edges of the pink wound also hold a slight purple hue when in direct light. I guess that it stayed this way thanks to the poison that coated the blade that cut me. But I’m still not completely sure. Nor do I really want to know.

My other hand clicked around on the encrypted page I was still on, looking through the tasks I had left for myself.

It looks like I need to switch out the memory cards to a few recording devices I had planted around the house. I was also due to switch out some of the cameras too, so I could download the feed and look over the devices to make sure that they’re still in working order. I added a reminder to myself after looking over my to-do list. Making sure that I made time to sneak into my father’s office and both brother's bedrooms. They sometimes tucked important documents away in those rooms, so I could end up finding something important if I snuck in and looked around a bit.

I logged out of my secret, encrypted page, powered down my laptop and pushed away from my desk.

Mentally ticking off the things I needed to do and get, I pressed the hidden button on my door frame once more, smiling a bit once my room returned to normal. I could now hear the goings-on in the rest of the massive manor. It didn’t help that my room wasn’t as insulated as the rest of the bedrooms.

But what more could I expect when I was made to move into the room meant for the family butler.

It sounds like a joke, but it really isn’t.

The Evans family is pretty old and used to have a need for a butler back in the day when the piles of money just kept coming in. But as the years modernized the world, this room turned into an extra storage space. And then I openly started to defy my family, stubbornly going against them and their Anti-Demon doctrine. So, as punishment, I was moved away from the spacious bedroom I had grown up in and stuffed into this cramped room that was hidden away behind the main living room. It was hidden by a door that led to the creaky stairs, my bedroom door taking up the space right off the landing so I could hear everyone walking up and down it. Another set of stairs sat a couple feet to the right of my door as well, directly across from the first set. This set led to the attic work-out room that my father and brothers loved to use. Even my sisters-in-law would go up there to use a few exercise machines or do some of their little yoga poses.

The rest of the family had rooms that branched out from the massive curving staircase that faced the huge ornate front doors. They were well away from me, thankfully. But the men of the family loved to exercise, so I was constantly annoyed by their heavy footfall as they came and went at all hours of the morning. And sometimes at night too.

I put my hands on my hips and blankly looked around my tiny room, still ticking off the things I need to get done sometime soon.

“I need a break.” I muttered to myself, huffing a bit.

A big smile stretched upon my face as I thought of the one place I knew I could go to. The friends and chosen family that welcomed me with open arms and were always willing to let me stay over for as many days as I wished. They were also the very people that knew of my secret position as a Scout and helped me acquire the things I needed to successfully spy on my family.

I grabbed my phone and quickly sent out a text before tossing my phone onto my bed. I then grabbed my black backpack and made sure I had all the things I needed inside. Double checking that the zippers were all sealed tight and that I had enough panties, socks and my phone charger. I then grabbed my phone once again and smiled at the responding text.

M:{I’m coming!!}

A:{Hurry up and come then! I miss you!}