"Back up, Ru," Angus told her, not wanting Ruby to try to get Gloria to fire at her. This wasn't good. The dark magic in this, Angus knew from experience, tended to be not only difficult for the wizard to control, but it also tended to make them power hungry and volatile. He wasn't sure what had happened to her, but he got the sense she had been embracing dark arts for awhile to get to this point. Almost anything was possible. He wanted Ruby and his girls out of the line of fire.
"Gloria, we've been over this a thousand times today," Edward said, still trying to reason with her, despite feeling reason was futile altogether now. "You're not getting Angus, not today, not ever. Now go home and cool off..." As he was speaking, she fired at Edward, struck him in his arm, and it was powerful enough to knock Edward backwards. Simone stood fiercely in front of Edward, shielding him. Marcus moved tighter to Angus, to make sure that he was protected.
"How do you want to do this, Mate?" Marcus asked him softly. "We could be here all night."
"She's hurting because of me," Angus said.
"Now is not the time to be her therapist, Mate," Marcus hissed. "She's off her bean." Gloria took several swipes at Angus with her wand, and Angus and Marcus returned fierce slashing spells.
"Hasn't there been enough death today?" Angus shouted at her.
"Not if you and Edward still live. I'm going to end Edward's treachery and yours. It ends tonight..."
"Don't make me hurt you..."
"Hurt me! Hurt me? Little boy, you don't know who you're messing with."
"Watch your left, Angus," Anise called out to him. "High dark energy forming on your left...."
At that very moment, someone apparated in on Angus' right. It was his cousin Patrick, Basil and Gloria's oldest son. Patrick was a few years old than Angus's father Benjamin would have been. In his upper 50's, Patrick had Edward's height, like all the other Donohue men, but he was huskier, well built, and he had short cropped, salt and pepper hair and a full, short beard and a mustache.
"Don't do this, Mother," Patrick shouted, moving in front of Edward.
"Don't you take his side, you traitor!" Gloria shouted.
"Traitor! Traitor? You and Father aren't the same people I knew. the parents I knew wouldn't have even considered...."
"You know nothing!" she raged. "Stand down, or I will remove you. Edward's going to die tonight if I have to take you out to do it..."
"Angus, take the shot," Patrick said quietly to Angus as Gloria continued to rage, knowing Angus had the clearest shot and also had the accuracy that he wouldn't miss. "Don't let her do this. Edward doesn't have a clear shot."
Angus found himself momentarily frozen, not paying attention to Gloria's mad ranting. This family who had nothing to do with him was still his family, and he had already taken one of them today. What would happen if he took another?
"You want me to do it?" Marcus asked him, and as he spoke a dark figure wrapped in a black mist apparated in on Marcus's left, which was on Angus's far left.
"Watch out!" Anise shouted. Marcus spun and saw someone forming a dark spell in the shape of a ball that they were shaping in their hands. Marcus spun and fired, and Gloria fired at Marcus. Edward aimed and fired at the figure, and as he did Gloria fired at Edward. Angus didn't hesitate. He fired one powerful avada kedavra at Gloria, striking her, and she fell instantly. The figure in the black mist fell as well, and the night went eerily silent.
This was the second family member he'd killed today. Angus's knees seemed to want to go out from under him. Strong hands were around him and more under him. Patrick had grabbed him around his chest, and Marcus had a strong hand under his good shoulder.
"Good job, Kiddo," Patrick said, helping Marcus to put him back on the chaise.
"Looks like I've misjudged you for a long time, and I am so sorry. I don't know where you learned to fight like that, but you really do have some fine skills."
"Told you, Patrick," Evan said.
"Yes, you've and Edward have been telling us all for years, and no one has listened. I'm sorry for not listening," Patrick said.
"But why didn't you listen? Why do none of you ever listen? What did he ever, even one time, do to you?" Evan was angry now on Angus's behalf.
"Evan, let it go," Angus said. "It's not important. By morning, I'll be run out of here by the masses."
"The hell you will, Boy," Edward was fierce now. "This is my home, my land, and I still say what goes here, damnit. Their homes are here because I allow them to be, but I can raze them to the ground any time I see fit. Maybe some of them need to go make a go of it on their own, the very same way you have. You're still the only one who has ever completely stood on their own feet, and maybe that needs to change. Maybe the Bank of Edward needs to close once and for all."
"Maybe you're right," Patrick looked at Edward. Marcus went over to the dark arts subject on the ground and pulled back the hood on a cloak to see a stranger there. He was wearing dark robes, with all sorts of dark talismans hanging around his neck.
"What was your aunt into, Mate?" Marcus looked back at Angus.
"No clue," Angus replied. "I barely knew her." Patrick walked over to where Marcus was and looked down at him.
"That's the guy that Dad hired to paint her wizarding portrait," Patrick frowned. "He's been working on it for weeks almost every day. His name is Kerwin."
"How fitting," Marcus said. "It's an Irish name meaning dark."
"Sounds like we need to go through their house carefully," Edward said. Patrick reached in his pocket and got out his keys to his parents' house and took them over and put them in Edward's hand.
"Do what you need to do," he told Edward. "I never saw Mom act this way. I have no idea what she was into, but clearly it wasn't at all good."