Sorry it took so long to post. I actually had this written last night, but I wanted some feedback first. So here it is...John...What else can I really say but this is just the beginning of some things that I have working up in my crazy mind.

I had a crap day yesterday so I had to work on something dark. Just can't do comedy when you feel like shit ya know what I mean?

Anyway hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

Loves,

Lace

Kiera blinked at him and couldn't find her voice. She knew that he probably wouldn't care, but that didn't stop her from feeling the soft blow either.

"I just don't get it little girl." John said shaking his head, his voice icy. He hopped down from the window seat, where he had been sitting and began to walk toward her. Bella pulled Kiera back and stood in front of her, not saying anything to John, but keeping her cold grey eyes on him.

"What don't you understand?" She asked him.

"I wasn't talking to you Woman, I was talking to little girl behind you." John said and pushed past her to reach for Kiera. Bella shoved his shoulder when he reached past her.

"Don't touch her." She hissed at him, her anger growing.

"It's okay Aunt Bella." Kiera said and pushed past her aunt. "What don't you understand?" She asked him. John smiled down at her, the girl had guts, he'd give her that.

"Last time you were here I tried to kill you. What makes you think I won't try it again" He asked her, smiling down at her in a cold smile.

"I never thought you wouldn't try it again. You could try to kill me until the cows came home and it wouldn't do you any good." Kiera said smiling.

"Why's that?" John asked.

"Cause I'm already dead Dad. I wouldn't have come otherwise. So, like I said you've been my nightmares ever since I was seven years old. It has to stop now." She said.

"What exactly does that have to do with me?" He asked. So, the girl was dead. Now that she'd said it he did notice that her skin had a slight blue hue to it. Not enough to make her noticeable, but still. He was just about to say something else to her when his mind began to race. She's dead, but she's here? How is the possible? He stared at her and Bella noticed it and started to pull Kiera behind her again.

"You're dead?" He asked and Kiera smiled.

"That's right." She said.

"You're walking around."

"Yup. So even if you had killed me all those years ago, it would have been for naught."

"How…" He asked looking at her, growing angry. He could feel the dead blood start to pump behind his eyes and he welcomed it.

"Under eighteen means your innocent. I was given the choice. You weren't." Kiera said in the snottiest voice she could muster up, copying Gwen. "I'm free and you're stuck." She sneered.

"You little bitch. You came here to just torment me didn't you? You knew that I couldn't wrap my fingers around you and you thought you'd make fun of me." He said, his anger taking over him fully and he held up his hand to backhand her. Kiera shrank back and Bella stepped in front of him and put herself in between him and Kiera.

"Don't you dare touch her." She said in a voice that reminded Kiera very much of her father.

"Get out of the way Woman. I will do what I have to and slap that pretty face of yours." He hissed.

"You touch me or touch my niece and you'll be sitting in that office for more years picking up your pieces." She spat at him. "I'm more powerful than your tiny brain can begin to comprehend."

John looked at the fiery woman and had to smile. He'd never had a woman stand up to him like she was.

"You think you can get rid of me that easy little girl? You think you've been tormented by me for your little life? You don't know the meaning of the word and you'll never get rid of me. I'm in you and I'll always be there, tucked deep inside you. You said you were innocent? Hah, you'll never be completely innocent, you'll always have a black stain on you and you'll always know that it's from dear old dad." He said around Bella. Kiera shivered at the words and rubbed her arms as she looked at him and he knew he'd won the battle.

"Kiera I want you to go downstairs and wait for me. I'm going to have a talk with him for a moment." Bella said, not turning to look at Kiera.

"But…" Kiera said.

"No, you will not stay back there. You will leave and give me time alone with him. I want you to go completely downstairs and not stand out in the hallway." Bella said keeping her eyes on John. He just smiled at her in his cold smile that caused Kiera to shiver again.

"Okay Aunt Bella." Kiera said. She wanted to stay there, but she knew when her aunt meant business and sometimes she was scarier than her dad was. She quietly walked out of the room.

"Shut the door Kiera." Bella said. Kiera frowned and John saw it.

"Better do what Auntie says little girl. Wouldn't want to make her upset." He said. Kiera frowned at him and shut the door. She wanted to stay in the hallway, but she knew better. She walked down the stairs and waited down at the base of them for her aunt. She'd said what she'd came to say. She knew that he wouldn't be warm and loving to her and she felt better knowing that she had confronted him.

Bella continued to stare at John until she knew that Kiera was downstairs and couldn't hear anything.

"She's a strong one, like her aunt." He said and continued to smile at her. Bella wasn't phased by his compliments. She could sense his kind a mile away, charming as a snake until they bite you. Without warning she lifted him into the air and threw him against the wall.

"She is a little girl and you talk to her like that?" She hissed at him. "What Lydia saw in you is beyond me. You're handsome enough, but there's nothing good in you. She must have seen that." She said. John shook his head and stared at her. He knew that he should have been beyond rage by now, but having a woman try to put him in his place was amusing.

"Evidently not my dear. Course then again, I wasn't always this bitter, but that's another story." He said getting up from the floor and advanced on her. Bella didn't move back, but stopped him with force.

"Don't come near me." She hissed.

"Why? Afraid you'd want to do something? When is the last time you got laid huh, you're certainly gorgeous enough to have suitors follow you, even in death." He said circling her. Bella narrowed her eyes at him.

"That is certainly none of your business." She hissed.

"Oh, did I touch a nerve?" He asked. "I think you like this, the bad boys and that is certainly what I am." He said smiling at her.

"Your games won't work on me. You can't scare me." She said.

"I know, I like it. I've never seen a woman so defiant to fear like you are. Normally I would have pounded you into the ground by now, but you're different." He said. Bella felt uneasy ground and needed to get back to safer territory.

"You said that Kiera doesn't know the meaning of the word torment. You don't think finding out the man you thought was your father isn't, then finding out that your biological father is an ass isn't enough? Not to mention the fact that she was murdered." She said. John raised an eyebrow and stopped circling her.

"Murdered?" He asked, his interest piqued.

"Yes, murdered. Some boy drowned her to death." She said. That made John stop and think for a moment.

"Interesting." He said.

"How else do you think she died?"

"I really didn't care enough to think about it, but drowning. There's worse ways to go." He said and shrugged. "At least she doesn't have a long scar down her body." He said pointing to his face.

"There are more scars?" Bella asked, her own interest piqued, despite herself. He smiled at her and it made her shiver.

"Oh yes, would you like to see?" He asked and she frowned at him.

"You never answered my question." She said.

"You're right, why should I?" He asked. He was enjoying this banter that he was having with this woman.

"Because I asked." She said simply, she couldn't think of any other reason. He laughed again, high with a slight hint of insanity running through it.

"I'm tired of talking." He said and reached out to grab her, pulling her into him. Bella struggled against his grasp, but not enough to use her powers. She began to get scared, not because of him, but because she wasn't fighting as hard as she could and should have been.

"You've got fire running from your mouth. I want to know what it tastes like." He said and pressed his mouth to hers. Bella wanted to be disgusted, but the last time she'd been kissed was over six hundred years ago and it was a shy kiss by some boy who wanted to marry her. She felt herself giving into him as he took her, draining her of all her energy.

John wanted her, badly and he found himself enjoying her struggle with him. He knew that she was struggling with herself as she gave in and he took it. He pushed her back against the wall and tore at her blouse.

Bella pushed him away with what little strength she had left and it was enough to throw him against the other wall.

"What's the matter Woman? Afraid that you'll like it too much?" He asked smiling at her. Bella looked at him and shook her head.

"It's beyond wrong and I can't do it." She said trying to button her blouse, but realized that he'd torn the button's off. John just brought her to him and she tried to fight against him. He was an ass, horrible and revolting and she wanted it, every bit of it, every bit of him. He smiled at her when she looked at him, frustration and confusion clear in her grey eyes. He kissed her again, hard and she gave into his power, unable to help herself.