One Shots

John Fell

This is Fells story from the Oh Hell series :3 Hope you enjoy <3

                "Johnathan!" Johns father screamed and his hands froze on the stake he was working on. Shavings were all over the floor and the stake wasn't even done yet. He planned on going out to hunt the vampire that had been terrorizing our town. Dammit. He never planned on his father coming home tonight. Thank god that his mother and sisters were in the city for his older sister, Angela's, dance recital.
                Quickly he shoved all the shavings under his bed and put the stake and knife in the tear of his matterse.
                His father busted threw the door and swayed drunkenly on his feet.
                "Wheres your mother boy?" He asked. John could barely stand the stink of the achal and sweat that polluted his father.
                "She went to the city for Angela's recital remember? She'll be back later tonight" he replied, hoping that his father would go back to the bar. Although he spends most of their money on licour and whores John almost preferred it that way. It was less time he was home.
                "Mm hmm" his father leaned against the door. John crossed his muscular arms over his chest, showing clearly in his tight tee-shirt. At nineteen he stood nearly a foot higher then his father and was built like an ox where his father sported a well earned beer belly and he slouched over because he was so overweight. There was a point where his father would beat him to a inch of his life but those times were over.
                You see, Johns father was a coward. When John had gone to work at the club as a bouncer or on his hunts, his father would terrorize his mother and sister. Beat his mother more then once. John had lost it once on the old man and nearly killed him when he threw him out a window.
                He hated how his father preyed on those weaker then him and is a bit touchy when people say they are so much alike. John was terrified of becoming like his father. It was the only thing he was truly scared of.
                "You should go to bed, your looking a bit wary father" John said, liking nothing more than his father to get out of his face.
                "Do not tell me what to do!" He yelled back, making John flinch reflexively.
                "Go to bed" he carefully added some of his unstable power into his words, and his father swayed.
                "Im going to go to bed" his father mumbled, turning and headed into his room.
                John had known he was a siren ever since he was six years old. His fathers dad had been a powerful siren and had been disappointed when his son skipped the power. But when John came, he got double the power. Grandpa Adams taught him how to contain his power and also had taught him about the dangers of the supernatural community.
                John wouldn't exactly call himself a hunter but he protected his town with any means necessary. He loved his town and would do anything to persevere it.
                John retrieved his stake and knife and began wilting.

                The vampire threw him, his back connecting to the hard brick wall of the alley. He fell, barely able to land on his feet but he managed. He kicked out with foot and he sung a high note, making the vampire hesitate and gave him enough time to stick the stake into the vampires heart and he burst into dust.
                A undead vampire, just as he thought. Frozen vampires shatter and nano vampires, well they leave a huge mess behind.
                He checked his watch and swore, thinking his mom would be home soon. He jumped into his truck and drove home. When he got there he saw his mothers car in the drive way and swore.
                He hated how his mother refused to leave his dad, she never really explained why but she just couldn't. He was suspicious that his father held his own siren power.
                Walking to the house he heard a scream. Breaking into a run he busted into the house, running to the living room just in time to catch his fathers wrist before he could hit his mother again.
                John saw the blood on his mothers mouth, a black eye already showing.
                He grabbed his fathers throat and pinned him down against the couch "I told you to leave her alone!" He screamed in blind rage and his fathers body began to shake, blood coming out of his ears and then his eyes before he spurted up blood just as his plus stopped under Johns fingers.
                John slowly came to be and he looked at his father in horror. What had he just done. He suddenly jerked his hand away from his fathers corpse and backed away. He looked at his mother to see her looking at him in fear.
                "What have you done?" She whispered.
                John didn't know what to say or do. It was like his voice had been sucked out of his lungs. He didn't mean to. He didn't have full control of his power, how could he when he had so much of it?
He ran from the house, running from what hed done.

                Two weeks later he was in a crappy hotel room, reading one of his favorite novels by James Patterson. He was between hunts, hunting down unnatural creatures, like him.
                Suddenly the door crashed open and John was on his feet as the men in black stormed into his room. A man took off his mask and reveled his young face. Blond, pretty boy look.
                "I am Julian Blackwood. I think its time we introduced you to the Nightwalkers Mr.Fell" the boy said, a small sadistic smile on his face. Somehow, deep down John Fell knew his life was just about to make a dramatic change.
                 Whether its good or bad it completely up to you.