This one’s working title is Barely Human (but it might change)
Edward had heard rumors all his life about his mystical family tree. How there was scarcely any human blood to mar its paranormal branches, but it wasn’t until today that he’d put his own ability to the test.
It all started with a cat up a tree.
He’d just gotten off work at the police station. Heading home he cut through an affluent neighborhood that butted up against his working class digs. A soft meow, and the sound of crackling fire had his head snapping around to find the source.
“What are you doing up there?”
A small cat at the uppermost branches of a tree wouldn’t draw a lot of attention. The fact the animal crackled with fire certainly would. Glancing around Edward didn’t see anyone on the streets. Apparently rich people didn’t have time to walk down their well manicured sidewalks they were too busy raking in their billions.
Not that he was bitter about the split with his wealthy family or anything.
A family that laughed when he said he wanted to be a cop and tossed him out when they realized he wasn’t kidding. Police didn’t belong in a magical family who thrived on theft and deception. As far as they were concerned Edward had turned traitor by going the straight and narrow path.
“Here kitty, kitty,” Edward said in a sing song voice. On that famous family tree were more than one siren giving the ordinary policeman a few extraordinary abilities.
Edward sighed. “I’ll catch you.”
The hell cat crackled on the branch a bit more, charring the innocent tree and making Edward wince at the damage. As soon as the stupid animal came down he could pull up his limited fae abilities and heal the poor plant.
“Dammit, you’re going to make me come up there aren’t you?”
He hated doing it but he couldn’t let the hellcat stay on the tree, possibly catching it on fire if it lost its temper or became even more distressed. A distressed hellcat could bring down a city. He’d be damned if it burned down his city.
Glancing around again and not seeing any occupants Edward accessed the one power he hated above all others…flying. Scared of heights, he held a great deal of sympathy for the pathetic cat. Taking a deep breath Edward released his hold upon the earth and let the breeze carry him up to the flaming creature.
When he reached the branch holding the cat he held out his arms. “Come on?”
The cat looked at the ground and then at Edward.
If he didn’t know better he’d think the cat understood him but that was ridiculous. Hellcats were the lowest of the demon pool. This one probably was brought over by a newby wizard who promptly let the little thing escape.
The cat reached out a paw but then jerked it back before he touched Edward.
Impatient and getting nervous about his ability to keep the same height for long, Edward snatched the cat off the tree bracing himself for claws.
A low purr was the only response. Pleased with his victory Edward floated back down to earth letting out a sigh when his heels touched the ground.
The cat gave a soft meow when Edward finally was all the way down again.
“No. I’m not putting you down. You can’t burn me, my great-great-grandmother was an ice witch.” One of the many immunities granted him at birth. Edward might not have any strong abilities or a tendency towards any particular branch magic but his jack-of-all-trades approach worked for him. On the outside he looked like a normal human but on the inside there were barely a few completely human genes to rub together.
“We’ll take you home and then I’ll call a friend of mine to come check you out.”
He’d call Fields his demonology expert. Fields would know what to do with a flaming cat who needed to return to hell. As turned and headed towards his apartment, Edward waved his hand and muttered a few words. He heard the tree’s whispered thank you as he walked away.