Notes from the author:
This is my first ever fanfic. I hope to become a better writer the more I write. Please review and sorry for the typos/misspellings. English is not my first language.
Enjoy!
About the story: John/Angela, romance, love, action, demons
Chapter One
"John, I need to talk to you. Now... There's something important I need to tell you. Oh John…Please pick up. I know you're there.
I'm coming over."
As the message ended and Angie's voice faded out, John only wondered what Angie could possible have to say to him that was so important. He looked at the Holy Shotgun lying on the bed, the exact same spot Angie had laid many nights the past months.
Scared of commitment and acknowledging his true feelings for Angela, John had pulled his trick on her tonight. Whenever he could sense that Angie was trying to reach out to his heart, he would back off. He would not return calls, pick up the phone or come over when Angie wanted him at hers. But tonight Angie sounded different. There was something in her voice, something had changed.
Why didn't I pick up the bloody phone? He thought to himself.
"She's coming over..Okay..She probably wants to end things. I can deal with that." He spoke out loud, almost as if speaking to the shotgun.
"I don't have time for a relationship anyway..In my line of work..I can't ..." he whispered to himself. John got up from the bed and lit up a cigarette. He walked up to the mirror and took a long look at his reflection.
"I can deal" he said to himself staring back from the mirror.