So, this was London. Streets gray, skies gray or it could just be the weather. There seem to be fog everywhere really. The sides wet from the rain or the moisture in the air. People sure seem to wear a great deal of raincoats or that was just a thing. You weren't sure. This city was part of you, after all your father was born here. Lived here most of his life when he wasn't being a well...a jerk. But, that was him really.

John Constantine.

Man was always one really, a habit you wondered rubbed of on you. You wondered.

Besides being a wet place, London sure seem rather smoggy. Or maybe it was just the part you were in, because it wasn't the most glamorous area really. Honestly, you wished to be back in the House. At least there it was warm, not saying you couldn't make it warm yourself. Then again it was best that you didn't. Because well, it just wouldn't be good.

Hopping over a puddle mixed with something else, cling to the brown bag in your arms. You had to do a quick store run, some things you wanted. John allowed you to go, outside right? What was even stranger was the fact not many eyes were on you. It wasn't that you didn't have anything about you physically that made you stand out, like pointy ears. Chalk white skin, dark markings on your body, sharp teeth or tail. Or wild thick white hair. Yeah, you still had all that. It just wasn't shown, thanks to the glamor trick taught to you by Zatanna. A gift she gave you, so you could well..mingle. It was both a spell infused in an object. A silver bracelet with a single purple gem on it. It was enchanted, every time you wore, you had to speak the incantation. So it would work, which luckily you did and remembered. Managing to preform it on your first try a surprise to her. Considering the kind powers you had. Then again John had been trying to teach how to use magic, a different form of it so it wasn't that surprise.

The glamor charm allowed you to look like well...a person. How you use to look before everything. It was great but some times you missed your real look. But, John told you it was best you do it when you go out so you would not bring attention. Physically, bring attention to yourself. Not just from humans, but others, which you attracted in other ways. But for the most part they stated away from you. Due to the blood that ran through your veins. Which you guessed was a good thing.

Smiling at the thought, with pride. Those who came to challenge, knew better and feared you which was even better. Coming to a stop wait on the corner for the light to change. When your phone rang. Taking it out answer it, smiling.

"Damian. Hey."

"How's London?" He asked.

You cross the street. "It's good, smoggy. But, good. Hard to believe this was where he grew up or maybe he grew up in a different part. I'm not sure. How are things with the-" you hear him grunting and what sounded like blasting in the back. "Damian? Where are you?" Followed by a yell of fear and cracking of bone.

Not to mention him panting. Hear a clean slice of metal. And another grunt from him. "Out." He said nearly breathless. "Just out, with the-"

"Yo! Hey Vi!" you hear Gar shout in the back with a howl.

Right away you knew where he was and what he was doing. "Damian? You're on a mission again aren't you?" There was on answer just the sound of a struggle. He was on a mission and fighting. Why did he call you like this?

It wasn't that you didn't mind, it was just well...not needed. But, that was Damian. Still nothing from his end, only the sound of engaging combat and shoots being fired. With hollering from Gar and cursing from Blue. You heard your sister, shouting at Gar. It made you smile hearing her voice. You missed her, you missed everyone greatly. And couldn't wait to see them again. But, right now you wanted to stay with John, with your father. After all he was in a way the only family you had and well...someone you had longed to meet. Despite his many...faults.

Chuckling to yourself shaking your head, hang up. "Damian..." you softly say laughing again. Feel a ominous shift, it was distant but strong. Your tail stood on end and hissing snarl slipped between your lips.

It drew you, and you were ready to respond. Stop when your phone vibrated. A text. Taking it out see it was two. One from Gar and the other from John. Opening Gar's see a selfie of everyone with their victory smiles. A text at the bottom: Miss you! Smiling reply back quickly and open John's. It was urgent. Looking around quickly see an alley way and slip in, double check making sure no one was around and call upon your flames vanish away. In a second you were standing before a pub.

"Why am I not, surprise." You mutter to yourself with an eye roll. This was the an urgency. "He had better not have gotten himself..." you groan at the mere thought. If he was drunk and hung over again, unable to pay the tab and needed you to bail him out, there was going to be Hell to pay! Both literally and figuratively.

Calming your rising temper, mutter an incantation that caused your charm to glow, walk inside. The bartender look at the female red-head who entered, making sure they were of the right age. She looked about twenty dressed like an simple black shirt with shorts and heels, catching the eye of a few. What was more surprising was who she sat by. She headed straight to the booth that held two men and casually sat down. She sat by the scruffy looking blonde in the long trench coat, the one sitting across, the brunet and more kept one was stunned for a moment.

He dribbled a bit when he talked. "Well...umm..." He stammers.

A waitress comes over to take the woman's drink order, right away the blonde ushered her away. The red head just laughed earning a scowl from the blonde. Not sure what was going, leave them be.

John waited till his daughter stopped laughing. "Are you done?"

You give a few more chuckles and nod. "Yeah, sorry. It's just funny."

The man sitting across from John and you wasn't sure what was going on between his friend and this attractive red head that clearly knew John, how he had an idea. But, it was just the way she looked at him wasn't like any way his others would. It was different, almost child like a bit. Enjoy poking fun at John, who clearly wasn't thrilled. In fact he seem annoyed, sternly annoyed, like a father. And the way John spoke was with a scolding and warning tone.

"Um," the other man interrupts the two. Their heads turn to him. "So, umm, John who is..who is this?"

John quickly glances back the red-head and casually answers. "My daughter, Chas."

Who nearly spit his drink out. "What? What did you say?" This red-head was his...calculating the years in his mind. They just didn't add up, no matter how much he tried.

So John further explains. "What you see isn't my actually daughter. No. She's just using a charm. A glamour charm, it's the only way she can come into places like this an-"

"And bail him out when he's had too much to drink." You spit out with a cheeky smile hidden behind your hands, avert your eyes from the burning ones John had on you. Instead look to Chas and hold up your charm. "See? This is my charm."

Chas was still trying to follow, why you would need a charm, well he understood why you needed it here. But, why did you actually need one and better yet how you became John's daughter. Where you adopted.

A question John saw in his friend's eyes. "Nope. Flesh and bone. True and true." Chas looks to you, you nod conforming it. There was still more that Chas wanted to know, but it wasn't the time.

Picking up on his distress, smelling it like honey. "Something's wrong." you lock eyes with him. He was amazed for a minute, then frighten the next from what came out your mouth next. "Your distress and worry would no doubt be delicious to eat, not the ripest of the berries if you ask me. But, none the less a sustainable meal." You lick your lips.

Chas looks to John, who remained calm scratching the back of his head. "Sorry about that, girl's got a nose for the good stuff. She doesn't mean anything by it. Now, about you."

"What weighs on your heart?" you interject again ominously. With a tinge of hunger, some of your features slowly began to show. Like your fangs and claws. "Come now! Tell me! I wish to know!"

Chas moves back from the ear to ear smile you had. "Jo-John." There was something odd with you, this heavy presence that just seem to leak out and entangle him. He could feel whatever it was burrowing itself in, picking at it.

"Alright! Enough!" John cuts in, cutting off the connection.

Snapping both Chas and you out of it. "W-What happened?" you asked shaking your head. Realizing right away what happened, stare down ashamed. Cursing yourself. "So-sorry." you mutter.

John draws a sharp breath, raising a hand rest it upon your back patting it in a circular motion. "It's alright, luv. It's alright."

This was a side of John Chas hadn't seen, maybe...perhaps. The affection John held in his eyes to you and how soft his tone was, and the way he pulled you in to comfort you. The tighten squeeze was just like any father. It was squeeze that tried its best to prevent any tears from falling, the squeeze that was strong to hold up a child. He saw the tears misting in your eyes. That you tried to fight back.

Seeing this, Chas thought of his own. After a few moments you stopped and seem to be fine. Sitting up straight look to Chas and smile give a nod. "Hello, my name is Violet. Violet Emma Greyson-Constatine."

Sorry for the long wait, hope you enjoyed it. :)