Authors note: Ok, stories going good, doing good in my grades and school, and alls dandy. Let's hope it stays like this. I get to go to London over the summer and Ireland so that should be fun fun fun. Anyway here's chapter ten (I'm exited, how bout you?)

Chapter Ten

Recap: She didn't want to lie. She WAS scared of the nightmares to come. John sighed, knowing he couldn't do anything to prevent them. Wrapping an arm around her waist pulled her closer.

"Try, I'm right here"

Angela nodded, wrapping her arms around him and falling asleep.

Outside, a crow watches from the roof top.

She was outside a house. A shed or cottage of some sort, Moss grew up the sides, a sickly colored dark green that looked alive. The roof look almost caved in and the shingles look about rotted off. The door hung slightly opened and had a haunting welcome about it. Angela gulped and, feeling, her heart leap in her throat when she heard a distant howl in the woods behind the structure. But the sound of crying had gotten her attention.

It was coming from the shed and was growing softer by the minute. Gathering the little courage she had, she stepped over the threshold of the door frame. The crying suspended for a moment, like it had heard her echoing footsteps. Angela had now realized that the crying was of a girls and it was in the back of the room. Knives and hunting utensils dangled from the ceiling and KLANGED in the soft breeze that had come in. The door slamming shut made Angela jump slightly, cold sweat rolling off her temples. Her breathing was now forced, as she tried to find the source of the now crying person. She tripped over something hard and looked back to see what it was.

A deer head.

She muffled a scream and quickened her pace. How far down did this shed go? Finally she came to a chain bolted door. The crying seemed to be coming from the other side and growing louder. Coldness suddenly swept over Angela's already trembling body. The crying then turned into wailing and the sound of a gun shot filled the room. Angela gasped and felt wetness on her cold bare feet. She looked down and saw blood seeping through from the other side of the door to her side. Covering her mouth she turned to run when she saw two huge red eyes staring at her. The pain in her abdomen came once again and she fell, hard.

The sunlight blasted in Angela's eyes as she woke up. Trembling, she got up and felt something wet on her face, blood.

"Shit…" she whispered, standing up from the bed and grabbing a tissue. Tilting her head back, like John had said earlier, she stuffed the tissue in her nose. She then heard her cell phone ring. Gulping she jolted over to her purse, careful not to wake John, and flipped it on.

"Dodson…."

"Angela?"

It was Xavier. This could not be good.

"Angela….there…there was a murder"

"…" she stayed silent, what was she supposed to say?

"Its your…..God, Angela….I'm sorry"

The line went dead.

Suddenly she knew. The guilt and pain came too soon and so did the tears. A sob racked her body and her head became heavy. Feeling a hand rest on her shoulder she turned and saw John standing behind her.

"James he's…."

"I know"

Clutching his hand with hers, she cried more. Not caring if John thought she was weak, and not caring if he took pity on her or not. Sniffling slightly she looked at him.

"I had another...dream"

John raised his eyebrows and sat beside her on the couch. He didn't want to ask her about it now, she may go into shock. Sighing, he pulled her into a rough embrace and held her. She didn't protest nor flinch. Her body felt cold and she was trembling. John looked at her pale face and noticed the goose bumps on her bar arms. "Why are you so cold?" he asked, rubbing her arms, hearing her teeth begin to chatter. "I don't know" she whispered, leaning into his chest, her tears already gone. She felt vulnerable right now, but she let that slide.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

John grunted in annoyance and went to the door. Opening it slightly, Angela peeked around the door to find a small ten year old standing there. She was holding a jar and a bag that looked heavy. She grinned wide and let herself in, by sliding under Johns arm and dashing over to the table. John rolled his eyes and look at Angela, seeing her questioning look on her face.

"This is Jesse, she's...Beemans niece"

Angela "oh" ed and looked at the ten year old. She had dark faded jeans on and a band t-shirt that had Metallica on it. Her soft dark brown curly hair fell softly on her shoulders. Her black converse shoes had writing all over them and the laces had skulls on them. Her small hands drifted through the contents of the bag. John stood behind her, looking at the jar. It held a red liquid and something wiggled in it. From the looks of it, it had the body of a small baby deer, the claws of an eagle and the hooves of an ox.

"it's Aroich" Jesse said a-matter-a-factly.

John raised his eyebrows and looked closely. Sure enough it was. The look on his face changed. "Where did you get it?" Jesse rolled her eyes.

"Stash, I changed the water in it and it began to morph all of a sudden and took THAT" she pointed to jar "Shape, ya know, that's the same demon that killed Nicole Aubry of Laon in1566" she grinned at her knowledge and looked over at Angela. She smiled and ran over to her.

"Hi, I'm Jesse, are you John's new girlfriend?" Angela almost fell over and felt herself blush. She caught a peek at John to find him blushing and running a hand through his dark hair. Angela smiled and shook her head and whispered. "No, but I'm an old friend" Jesse grinned wider and then saw the baby crib.

Without a word she dashed over to it and peeked over the edge. "Hey!" John said going over to her side and looking at her. Angelina stared at the new face and smiled. Angela got up and went over to the two standing near the crib.

"You want to hold her Jesse?"

Jesse nodded and held out her arms. Angela lifted the light bundle into the small girl's arms and watched as Jesse's eyes sparkled. She also say the nervous look in Johns eyes, he looked like if Jesse accidentally was about to drop the baby, he would jump any moment ready to catch. It was then that she saw Jesse had one deep blue eye and once light green eye. Angela raised an eyebrow and looked at John.

Jesse gave Angelina back to Angela and went back to her job. Taking out a paper bag, she handed it to John. "Mom was wondering if you were hungry." John nodded in thanks and went to set the bag in the fridge. As Jesse began to set relics out again, she dropped one and it slid across the floor to Angela's feet. Angela smiled. "Let me help" she said as she picked it up and gave it to Jesse.

Right when there hands touched, a cold chill ran up Angela's spine and through her body. "Oh God, not her" she thought, as she quickly looked at Jesse. Jesse took whatever she dropped and started to leave. Angela felt a pang in her heart as she did. Jesse turned to wave and left, reminding John to heat the food she had giving him for 20 minutes. The door closed, and Angela felt Helpless again.

"Nice kid, her dad owned the place here a while back. He died of a brain tumor a few years back. Now her step-dad owns it. Beeman was her uncle. "John said directing his attention to the relics, "I still to this day have no idea how she gets all this stuff. But I'm guessing Beeman left her everything in his will" He stopped to see Angela was still staring at the door. "What?" he asked now following her gaze,

"You don't think Jesse…"

"I don't know I just got a sense about it…that's all" Angela said quietly, looking at him. She looked over at the bookcase once again and shivered. "How'd she die?" she asked, her throat dried. She looked at him with doe eyes.

"Who?" he asked, trying not to convince himself she was asking about her.

"Katie"

The name struck something in his heart and he felt his eyes sting. Swiping at them, he shook his head. "That was a long time…."

"Damn it John, if you won't tell me I'll find our for myself" she said loudly, her eyes burning holes into his. John sighed and sat down at the table, beckoning for her to come over. Angela sat down and looked at him. John gulped and began the tragic event.

There could not have been anyone as happy as Katie when John Constantine had asked her to marry him. The words where like a good old Beatles song that sang in here ears. She had jumped for joy and let him spin her around when she said "yes" just a few simple words could send a girl to heaven. John had kissed her so passionately and slipped the ring on her finger.

A few months later she was pregnant. They read up on every baby book they knew was in stock, bought the cutest clothes that were imaginable. She did everything right, stopped drinking and doing drugs. And John even quit smoking. He seemed rather awkward at first when she told him she was pregnant but soon found to love it. When they found out it was going to be a girl, they rejoiced. Nothing could be more perfect.

Nine months passed and that night was cold. Driving was a breeze and the night was young. When they got to the hospital, Katie was rushed into the delivery room rather quickly. John waited in the hall, shaking. So many things to think about and plan. Was he ready to be a father? Was he suitable? All kinds of questions ran through his head, but all stopped when the doctor came down the hall with that "I-Have-Something-bad-to-tell-ya" look on his face.

Stillborn. John had heard of it in one of the baby books he read. What had they done wrong? What!

The next few months after that were hectic. Katie was so depressed and didn't talk. She'd just sit there and cry or stare into space. Sometimes she'd ramble on about things John couldn't understand. Every time he tried to comfort her, she would ether break out in crying or screaming. She'd cut herself and burn everywhere.

For a while, she didn't eat. John would have to force food on her but to no avail. She became weak and boney and stayed in bed all day, just staring and staring….

One night John came home from work to find her passed out on the bed. He went over and sat on the edge of the bed. When he saw how pale she was, he touched her arm.

Cold.

He finally checked her breathing. Nothing. She was dead. The love of his life was gone and there was nothing he could do.

In his mind he screamed "WHO"

"I can answer that Johnny boy" the cold voice said from the back over the room. John turned quickly to find Balthazar standing there. Flipping a coin into his palm.

"What the fuck did you do to her!" he yelled, charging for Balthazar, pinning him against the wall. Balthazar smiled and pulled out a pill bottle. Pain killers.

"She wanted it Constantine, so I gave it to her" he smiled, grinning evilly.

"You fucking forced her" he had over dosed her on the pills, while John was gone. Balthazar laughed and disappeared in a haze. John slid to his knees and cried. The cold silence filled the room.

He was alone.

Angela covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She cried for him, she cried for Katie, she cried for there unborn child.

"Why are you crying?"

John's tired voice said, breaking the silence. Angela shook her head and buried her head in her hands.

"It's just…she sounded so…she wanted to be a mother so badly" she whimpered.

John nodded. "She didn't have a mean bone in her body," he said, as he got up, sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. "It's ok" he said quietly. Angela nodded and wiped her tears. She thought back to Jesse for a moment.

Was the child going to die?

Hey y'all sorry for being late in updating. Ya I know this chapter sucks but oh well. I have an idea for an ending, but I don't think that is going to happen very soon. So comments ARE accepted and Suggestions!

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