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Chapter Six

John slowly traced a finger over a white scar, barley visible on her neck. Angela once again felt a new wave of emotion go over her as she slowly fell into John's embrace and cried into his shoulder.

John stroked her hair and told her everything was going to be alright. At least, he hoped.

Angela opened her eyes to find she was staring at herself. Jumping slightly, she heard herself laugh and realized it was Isabel. Confusion hit her mind as she took a look around. Knowing this was a dream and/or vision she decided to make the best of it. Looking back at her twin she felt a slight pang in her heart.

" Isabel?"

Isabel nodded and yet Angela still found herself wondering if this was her one and only dear sister. Her face was so much brighter and healthier looking from the times Angela had seen her in Ravenscar. Her eyes shone with happiness and her smile was greater. A set of small wings extended from her back and a slight brightness was papered around her. Isabel walked toward Angela and took her hand in her own.

" Nice to see you again, sister"

Angela found herself crying once again. She reached out for her sister and Isabel welcomed her with open arms. The pain from losing her sister filled Angela as she cried on the shoulder she had cried on for so long.

Trying to convince herself this wasn't a dream and/or vision ( A/N: Sorry I love saying that) she slowly became to feel herself being tugged away. She looked up at her sister. Pulling away from her sister she looked at her confusingly. Her sister smiled sadly and squeezed Angela's hand.

" Take care of Angelina for me." She whispered silently. Angela nodded. " Angela, I have to tell you some…." Angela found herself being violently jerked away from Isabel and being thrown into darkness. She screamed for Isabel but no one could hear her. She then felt herself hit cold hard ground, A million voices began to feel her head and she became conscious again.

The voices she heard began as just whispers then a loud yell.

" DIE BITCH!"

Angela then felt a strong pain in her chest and screamed.

Angela woke with a start and let out a small scream. Violent cries racked her body and her hands shook. She felt so numb inside, so cold, she didn't even feel John rap his arms around her. She trembled with fear and held onto Johns hands for dear life.

John had heard Angela's scream and was instantly troubled. It only took a second for her to go into shock and for that vulnerable look to appear on her face. He fought his pride and ego and had wrapped his arms around her for support and comfort. He found himself telling her it would be alright and rocking her back and forth in a slow manner. He then heard he mumbles.

" Don't leave me John please"

He also found himself nodding at this point. Angela turned over in his arms so she faced him. She once again crumbled in her effort to be strong. " You know, it kinda helps to talk it out" John said a-matter-a factly. Then he mentally kicked himself for saying that. Why do I have do be such an ass sometimes? He asked himself

"Isabel, she…"

John snapped back to reality when he heard Angela's voice. It sounded broken and lost and in need have comfort. " Angela, what did you see?" he asked lightly, trying not to press the matter.

" She was going to tell me something but I, Something threw me back. Away from her and it was all black and…" she chocked on her own words and cold tears came streaming down her flushed face. " John, is she really in heaven?" she asked quietly looking at him with a hopeful look. John nodded and watched her face turn from sad to happiness in a split second. John snickered and held her closer.

" You ok now?" he asked,

Angela nodded, then thought for a moment. " No, not really" John looked back down at her. " The dream still troubles me John, I just can't get it out of my mind." John nodded, understanding the problems with nightmares. That's was the reason why he never hardly slept. The just kept coming no matter what. And his " curse" never really helped the matter. Angela looked at him questioningly.

" Did he ever hurt you?"

John looked quite taken back by the question. Then realizing what she was asking, he let go of her and turned around she his back was facing her. " That was a long time ago Angela" he said quietly trying to avoid the subject. Angela shook her head.

"I Saw it John he…"

" I don't want to talk about it, ok, he was an ass"

" But John…"

" I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!"

Angela sighed. Angelina started crying so she got up and went over to the baby that was on the couch. John, still curled up in a ball, sat quietly listing. Thinking she was going to yell back at him, he was surprised when she started to sing to Angelina.

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no youger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you

You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

(A/N: my mom use to sing this to me when I was crying and couldn't sleep, so yeah)

Angelina was no longer making any cries and was sleeping soundly. Angela put her back down on the couch and faced John. He was now facing her on the bed and staring her. Angela slowly got back on the bed and looked him in the face.

" Why don't you ever want to talk about things?"

John looked at her and turned over so he was lying on his back. Hands under his head his sighed. It must've been about three o'clock in the morning because the sun was barley coming up.

Angela sat up on one elbow and looked at him, John watching her out of the corner of his eye. Angela finally rested her head on top of his shoulder and put an arm around him. John stiffened at her touch and had to think real hard to keep his breathing in check. But when he felt Angela's cool fingers run slowly across the back of his neck he almost lost it.

Angela traced the large scare that was barley visible to see through the naked eye. Her Ability's aura became stronger as she kept her hand on it. Right before she was about to see what happened, John pushed her hand away.

"Why do you have to be such an ass?" she asked, trying her best not to feel sad.

John snorted and turned over again.

" He was mad because I killed my brother"

"What?"

John looked back at Angela to see her terrified face and sighed. " When I was born my brother came out dead because in my mother, my umbilical had cord strangled him"

Angela stiffened a gasp and nodded for him to continue. John shook his head and looked at the ceiling.

" One day I came home and my parents were fighting. I tried to get past them but my dad grabbed me and through me into a wall. He whipped with the belt and shattered a vase over my head. Then he shot himself. Saying he couldn't deal with such a cursed son. He was drunk, so…"

John stopped when he heard crying. He looked at Angela and saw she was crying. For him. Crying for him. Something that nobody had done for a long time. He reached out and brushed the tears away.

" Hey, c'mon, don't cry for me. He was a shit-ass father anyway"

When John was about to pull his hand away, Angela grabbed it and kissed the knuckles and fingertips. John, stunned by this stared in disbelief at the girl. Angela then held his hand to her face and pressed it to her cheek. Crying more she looked at him with sad eyes.

" I'm sorry…I shouldn't have pressed it. I just can't…" she whimpered and held his hand closer. John sighed and took her into his arms once again. She curled in his arms and cried in his shoulder. It seemed that ever since he found out about her father, she had become broken. It seemed like the past was creeping up with her and wouldn't leave her alone.

Over and over she said she was sorry until she fell asleep in his arms. John shook his head and laid her down. " Nothings your fault Angela" he whispered. He went over to Angelina and picked her up. The baby yawned and looked up at John. Angelina smiled and reached out her hand to touch his face.

" Not you too…" Constantine mumbled and lowered his face.

Angelina touched his face and patted it. John smiled once again in foolishness and held the baby looking out at the city. Looking out on all of the apartments he saw a person looking out there window and staring at him. John tried to look closer but the person just grinned evilly and ran away from the window. John raised an eyebrow and walked away from the window slowly and placed Angelina into Angela's arms. The sun began to rise and light poured into the room.

John began to fix coffee and about an hour and 4 cups of coffee later, Angela woke. John handed her a chipped cup of coffee and watched her drink it. When she finished, he sighed, preparing to ask her a question. " What happened to your dad?"

Angela looked at him like he was crazy then her eyes softened.

"After the Cops left and took the two bodies…" John raised an eye-brow at this.. Angela sighed. " He killed my baby brother too" John nodded and started to wish he hadn't asked. Angela looked out into the window and sighed again. " like I said, they took the bodies, arrested my father and put him in an insane asylum. and left us with our Aunt. But after about a month, something happened." Angela paused and swallowed the urge to cry. Why was she becoming so weak? Were the flashbacks so bad on her?

" Our Aunt lived in an apartment by the train tracks. One day she was cleaning off her porch when she slipped and…she fell onto the tracks and the train ran over her. Completely dislocating her body. Isabel saw it happen and didn't speak or eat for weeks. We had to be an orphanage for a while because none of our family wanted us. Because our father had called us crazy. When we finally got to live with a family they told us our father died in his room on Isabel's birthday."

John listened and nodded at everything she said. Angela looked back at him with red eyes. " They disturbing thing was…that in his own blood, he had wrote. " I'll be back'" Angela shuttered and looked at the empty cup. " We got phone calls and all kinds of stuff but no one really paid attention, but…I guess we worried too much."

Angela sniffed and fought tears, trying not to look so weak in front of John. Swallowing a large bump in her throat she looked back at John. " My mom was a whore John, by knowing what she did, mean me and Isabelle were accidents. My dad was just a "customer" to fuck and get money, well God can be pretty hard sometimes." Angela sighed and looked back at the window because movement had caught her eye. A surprised look came upon her face as she looked out side. " What the hell…"

Birds, millions of them, Crows were landing on John's porch. The enormous black birds filled up the whole section and had gathered around the window and began to peck at the window. John jumped up and grabbed Angelina, who had so close to the window the one of the birds could have stabbed her. The baby giggled and held onto John.

Constantine quickly grabbed the Screech Beetle and shook it. Right before a final peck was giving the birds crowed wildly and began to bang them selves against the window. Shaking it again, John gave the baby to a terrified Angela. The birds once again crowed wildly and flew away. Blood from the birds were stained on the window and black feathers floated through the air.

" Well that was unexpected…" John said, looking at Angela.

" Ya think!"

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