Hey, it's Brad and I was testing out whether or not you guys like my writing, hope you did. I know it was short, sorry. And thank you HACKmia for favoriting this story!

Yeah, but the more common term for Warlocks and Wiccans nowadays is "Death Dealer". But, like many things of the Supernatural, we're not like how you think of us. Some Death Dealers especially, are astrologically chosen to become something more once they turn eighteen. And that is what humans refer to as a Reaper. Death Dealers are only called this because, in a much earlier time, we were magical guards of Kings and Queens. Though, not all of them liked relying on something they weren't ready to understand. So thats why they burned many unmagical people. Like always, humans aren't the most reliable of species. Reapers usually aren't either, but thats due to their eccentric natures and their seeming need to be alone.

'Hey, Satan's child,' a familiar, young, female voice sounded ahead of me. I looked up from musings and saw Abby, Jack, and Mark standing on the sidewalk ahead, Abby standing between the two men.

Abby always made me think of the seventies whenever I saw her. Now that was a fun time for her and our other friends, though I beg to differ. Abby, as usual, was wearing a thin lavender dress that cinched in just past her hips ever so slightly, and flared out into some ruffled, short fabric. The top of the dress was cinched just under her breast and thin straps wrapped over her shoulders. An odd, large, and circular design barely accented to the dress. Though the navy blue color that was used in the design was the same blue in the tight, long sleeved, cottony shirt and her cottony leggings she wore under the thin fabric. Her shoes had a soft looking fabric on the outside while the inside was insulated with cotton to keep her feet warm. Her mid-back length sun bleached blonde hair was as wavy as I could remember and a navy blue headband, four fingers in width, was resting on her forehead and wrapped around her ears. Her magnificent true ocean blue eyes shined as she waved her entire arm, knowing she would still need to catch my attention after I had just been thinking very deeply.

I smiled. Abby and I had a rough past, more so than with the rest of them. She had traded us all in for one Vampire that, in the end, tried to kill her. She had been easily swayed back then and it hurt me that she refused to listen to my warnings and even blatantly disregarded my existence for awhile. But, once she came back, I welcomed her with open arms. I didn't act like nothing happened, knowing that'd definitely piss her off. But we talked and soon, everything was back in it's place.

Now Jack, I am close friends with him. But Mark, not so much. He acts a little to much like Chance. And everytime I'm around Mark, all I can imagine is Chance. I know I shouldn't connect the two since they are different people and all. It still doesn't sit right with me that they both were friends before we met them years ago in the nineties. But you can't choose your family.

Jack had pale skin and an undercut with the top part dyed green. He was wearing skinny black jeans with a baggy sweat shirt. The sweat shirt had various gaming controllers and under them it said "Choose your weapon". He wore black and white converse and his bright ice blue eyes shined with happiness. He had a big crooked ass tooth European smile that also made me smile.

Jack McDowell was an Irish friend of Abby's that she had met through a game years ago. I personally really liked hanging around him. He may curse like a sailor, but he was sweet, giving, and just an all around energized ball of fluffiness.

Now Mark was a different story. Mark had tan skin with brown black hair. He wore a pair of ripped and shredded blue jeans with chains hanging off his belt on his left side and a baggy t-shirt that had a picture of Eminem on it with a quote of his across the middle of it. "Unless you want to f*ck me, why do you care what I look like?" He was wearing an even bigger pair of black and white converse and a Centaur smirk twisted his features to look playful but in a more manipulative way. His eyes glinted with humour and mischief.

Mark and Chance had been friends since they were young and Jack, after he had met Abby and become part of the family, met Mark and they instantly hit it off. Abby met Mark next and soon I did. I had met his buddy Chance some years before and he cheated me and I kicked his ass for it. Ever since that betrayal I haven't trusted Chance nor anyone he's too closely associated with.

'Hey guys,' I said as I removed my headphones from my head and set them around my neck before hugging Abbadabadoo. Jack next, jolly as always and Mark last, him and I bumping fist. 'Whatcha doin' here?' I asked and Mark being quick and sarcastic said, 'Well, ya know its not like its not the Christmas holidays or anything and we don't always go to your house to celebrate.' I rolled my eyes as Abby and Jack laughed. 'I meant on the sidewalk; like were you walking to my place or were you hanging around for some reason,' I said as slow as I could like I was explaining something for the tenth time to a child. Jack and Abby giggled before Jack spoke up,' Ya, we were 'eadin' to your 'ouse. Our stuff is gettin' shipped thar because both of our cars are still in the shop.'

'Still? Ya know I've got five cars, you could've borrowed them.'

'Well-' Jack said as all three of them had a look of 'I'm an idiot' on their face-' we didn't think 'o tha'.' I just laughed and shook my head.

'Wanna us to help you with yer stuff?' Jack asked as I still had bags full of food. I looked down, completely forgetting. 'Nah, I got it,' I said. The bags levitated out of my hands and I snapped my fingers, them disappearing. All three ooed and then Mark said, 'You're getting better with that hoodoo voodoo demon stuff.' I snorted and smiled. Though, I'd hate to admit it, my father's side of me, the demon side, actually was pretty cool. I hated being called a half-ling because I was half Demon half Death Dealer. But, it was kinda cool.

'So, you still haven't found a place yet, Mark?' I asked as we continued walking down the sidewalk, flanked by a beautiful forest and the two laned highway that cut through the Town of Coldwater.

'Nah, I did try one place but the neighbors were nuts.' Mark replied, wide eyed as he shook his head.

Mark and Jack both live with Abby. Mark had been kicked out of his last place because his ex-girlfriend is insane and refused to leave him alone. She threatened his neighbors and burned a cross in his yard. She doesn't know where he's living now but she's looking for him. Poor Mark even put a restraining order on her and she still snuck in the window and tried to rape him! So, for now until he can find himself a secure place, he's staying with Abbydabby.

Now Jack recently moved here from Ireland. He was becoming depressed because his parents died a few years ago and he doesn't have any friends there and started to become a bit of a hermit. He started staying inside a lot and not socializing with people. I told him he should come and visit us for a month or two...next week when the kids and I were visiting Abby and Mark, he showed up with all of his belongings, asking if he could move in. Abby was ecstatic.

Abby hates being alone because she feeds off of people emotional energies, so she when she's alone, she becomes depressed. She became so depressed after her parents died and she was living alone. I, one day while she was at work, got my kids and we got all of her stuff and we moved her into our large house in California. We waited for her to come home and we took her home as she cried super happy tears.

'Oi, uh, Andy.' Jack said to get my attention. I looked at him, his face concerned as well as Mark's and Abby's. 'What?' I said, widening my eyes and raising my eyebrows. 'Maybe ya shouldn't be spacin' out lie' that. What with-' Jack paused and leaned in, cupping his hands together around my ear'- yer two stalkers o'er thar.' He pulled back and I processed what he said for a second and started laughing. All three looked at each other as I laughed and giggled. 'What's so foony, mate?' Jack asked, both eyebrows pulling together in concern as Abby's eyebrows shot to the sky and Mark had on lifted.

'I'll explain when we get back to the house,' I said, still trying to reign in my laughter.

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