Hey, guys! Holly here, just telling you about a story that will be added to the long list of stories that are not finished, but are going pretty good! Okay, be patient, I love you!
~GleeGeek4Life
The sky was painted a dull gray, an almost depressing color, and two girls thought it fit their mood perfectly. Charlotte and Shawn Mack glanced sorrowfully out the window of their dad's house, thumping coming from downstairs. Realizing they wouldn't be able to go out any time soon, the two walked out of the room, arms crossed delicately over their chests, shivers wracking their bodies.
Shawn, who was a quirky blond, walked into the den first, quickly followed by Charlotte, and they stopped short when they saw their dad standing with another man. Shawn glanced towards her father, fear clearly written on her face. She was sure Charlotte's face was the same, seeing as they don't have many people come to visit them.
The man looked at their father, who in turn looked at the young girls. Charlotte hid behind Shawn's shoulder as the man approached them. "Hi there, girls. My name is John; I'm a friend of your father's." Shawn gulped, looking at her dad's face, looking for any sign that might make her not trust this man. Seeing nothing, she squared her shoulders and held out a hand.
"Nice to meet you, John. Not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?" John grinned at the girl, before turning his attention back to their father. "You taught them well, Mark. Are they ready though?" John asked curiously, sparing a glance at the two shivering girls. Markus nodded, eyes shifting to his daughters.
Shawn was putting on a brave front, while Charlotte was shaking with fear of what John was talking about. "Are you going to train them, Mark, or do you want me to?" John asked his old friend, jerking his head towards the kids standing behind him. Mark sighed, running a hand over his face. He knew he couldn't train them, and his safest bet was to hand them over to John, who would protect them with his life.
"You do it, you take them and train them, take them on a job with you, let them kill some things, and make sure they survive." Mark ordered; his heart heavy when he saw the hurt and betrayal on his oldest daughter's face. John nodded, before turning to the girls. "Go gather your things, kiddos. You're gonna come stay with me and my sons, alright." Shawn rolled her eyes, before spinning on her heal and stalking back to her room, Charlotte hot on her heals.
Charlotte was standing in her closet, packing all of her clothes into a duffle bag, while her sister was in her room, probably doing the same, also adding a few electronics she couldn't live without. Moving her red hair out of her eyes, Charlotte continued with her clothes, throwing in shoes and other things, and turned around to see her father standing awkwardly in her door.
Markus Mack didn't like sending his only children away, but he had to. He couldn't train them properly, mostly because he didn't want to hurt them, or for them to get hurt on a hunt. He was too protective, and it killed him to send them, but it was what he had to do. Walking towards his daughter, he collected her in his arms, holding her tightly, feeling his shirt get wetter by the second.
"I don't want to go, Daddy! Please don't make me!" Charlotte cried, gripping her dad's shirt tightly. Mark sighed heavily, prying Charlotte's hands away from him, swallowing thickly when she started sobbing. "I'm sorry, Char, but it's the safest option. John will tell you everything, and I promise, we will see each-other again." Charlotte's sobs quieted enough that she was able to speak.
"I'm gonna miss y-you! I-I don't w-want t-to leave!" Charlotte wailed, flinging herself back at her father, who caught her and held her close. Tears slid down his face, wishing he didn't have to, but resolved himself. "Just, stay with your sister, and you'll be fine! Please, don't go running off." Mark whispered brokenly, before slipping out of the room, leaving a distraught Charlotte.
Shawn had just finished packing, her clothes and such stuffed inside a duffle, when her sister came running in, bag gripped tightly in her hand, and tears streaming down her face. Shawn growled, pushing past her sister to her father. "Why do we have to go? Huh, really, why do we need to go? Something after us that you don't want us to know about?" Shawn growled out, glaring daggers at Mark, who sighed and closed his eyes.
"Shawn, John will tell you, because it would kill me to tell you how your mother actually died." Mark ground out, eyes closed tightly. Shawn shook her head before walking towards her father. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she sighed deeply, forehead resting against his chest. "I'm gonna miss you, old-man." Shawn stated with a sad smile. Charlotte joined the hug, arms tucked into her chest, and her dad's arms around the two.
After a few teary good-byes on Charlotte's part, and a few curse words-courtesy of Shawn-, John took the two girls out to a '67 Impala, Shawn gaping at it openly, much to John amusement. Charlotte just rolled her eyes at her sister from her spot in the backseat. Shawn happily jumped in the front; legs crossed Indian-style, and sat there, eyes trained on the house.
John started the car and pulled out of the driveway, the house becoming a small dot the further they got away. Shawn had pulled out a sketch book and was drawing different things; a few things that caught John's eyes were the house, beat-down and broken, and a dog with its tongue hanging out. Another thing was a couple sitting on a porch swing, their backs facing him, and they looked relaxed and in-love.
"Where did you learn to draw like that?" John asked, keeping his eyes on the road, and waiting for her to answer. "My mom taught me, before she died, that is. She was really good, taught me how to draw houses and animals and such. Whenever I find myself missing her, I always draw something." Shawn answered, eyes watering at the mention of her mother.
John nodded, focusing his attention on the road, the girl's broken voice still branded in his mind. He knew how it felt, having lost his wife after a demon attack, and felt sorry for the young girl. Charlotte was asleep in the back, and Shawn was too busy drawing to pay attention to much else.
Three hours later, John pulled into a motel parking lot, and shut off the engine. Shawn now had her head resting on his shoulder, and she looked so peaceful that he almost didn't want to wake her. But, deciding it would be more comfortable in a bed, she shook her lightly, and then turned toward Charlotte, who woke on her own and was now rubbing her eyes.
"C'mon you two, let's get you into a nice, comfy, motel bed." John quipped with a grin, and a groggy eyed Shawn glared at his cheeriness, before opening her door and stepping out. Charlotte, who had been standing against the car, walked behind John, while Shawn walked right beside him, matching his strides.
Once the door was open, and John stepped in, Shawn and Charlotte followed in after him, and saw two young boys, one around their age, and the other a little younger than them. Shawn smiled slightly at what was on TV, and Charlotte looked longingly at the beds. "John, as much as I'd love introductions, I'm about to fall out, and if I don't get sleep, I won't be a happy camper." Charlotte stated, eyes narrowing at the oldest boy.
John nodded his head, before pointing to the two beds up against the wall. Shawn giggled when Charlotte bounced onto it, jiggling slightly. Shawn opted to sit carefully on the bed, seeing as she was still sketching. The two boys made noises about it, but one look from John and they remained quiet.
"Get some rest, we're going to Bobby's tomorrow." The boys cheered, while Shawn stared at John curiously, waiting for an explanation. "Shawn, get some sleep, can't have you falling asleep while training can we?" Shawn grumbled before tucking her sketch book under her pillow and turning on her side, eyes sliding closed, and she slipped off into a blissful sleep.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Whataya think? Any good, should I continue, do ya liiiiiiikkkkk? PLEASE REVIEW!
~GleeGeek4Life