I glowered at her with frustration clear in my eyes. She was a bitch, jezz, all I'd done was apologize what the hell was her problem. My good mood was gone in the blink of an eye. I stepped around and thus barely noticed anything that happened around me as I approached the counter and leaned over to my sister. Thus her words.<span style="font-style: italic">"this place is a joke!"</span>were the last words from her I heard as I left her. I wasn't going to listen to anyone insult my family, my sister, or their friends.<br/><br/>"Heya sis," I said with that wicked disarming grin that made my boyish face all the more handsome. "You gunna give your baby brother some coffee?"<br/><br/>"Deaman! What the blazes are you doing here?" she gasped totally startled by my presence. Then the scene behind her came into her focus and therefore mine as I noticed her eyes growing large and fear streaking her otherwise beautiful features. "Mother..." she gasped and I turned to see what was going on. Noticed first the girl covered in blood and gods only knew what else.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"um... uh... are you seeing what I am seeing?"</span>her words came clear to me then. I was listening to her again. I realized I'd probably missed a few things. Opps. Oh well I was still pissed off.<br/><br/>I headed straight for her not even realizing others from my mother's coven had already gone to her aid. I reached her just as the 'popular' brats and assholes began to grow fur and I smiled. "you ain't seen nothing yet cupcake," I said. I was still mad at her fro her rudeness at my apology. Seriously who dismissed an apology with rudeness? I might look like a witch, but I was male. It was so infuriating. And I hated how judgemental people were to my sister. It drove me mental and made me angry. To see her so dismissive and the bitches of richness so mean set my blood on fire.<br/><br/>I put my hand on the one clean spot on her shoulder and drew her towards my gaping sister and that is when I spotted my mother. She stood int he door like all hell itself had opened up. Her face a mask of anger and fury, her eyes blazing azure death, her long black skirts falling around her like wisps of darkness and the darkness behind the door where she stood complete and imposing. Her very presence made my blood turn to ice. Until she spoke. Then I really did wish I could melt into the floor.<br/><br/>"Deaman, bring her here NOW" her voice left me no room for wiggling. I pulled on her arm lightly. My mother said my name, which was pronounced Day-man, perfectly. To use another's name with perfect pronunciation had power. My mother wanted me to know she could use that power on me. And it scared the hell right out of me. I was in shit for being here. I was her male child. Double shit.<br/><br/>"Come on," I said softly. "She's gunna turn us both into frogs if we don't." I whispered in her ear. I was shaking. Damnation. Caught.