There Was One More Thing...

The Past

A/N Hey guys! I feel like I haven't explained John and Jared's life enough, so I thought I could do it like this! Let me know in the comments if I should do this with Jared too!!

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(John's POV)

The first thing I have ever remembered is the fire in my bedroom. The blazing heat, and the many tears. It was more than I could handle. I was 3 years old. It was not fair. Why us?

My dad, Kevin Kavanaugh, became a hunter soon after the fire. The only thing he wanted was to find what had killed our mom, and why. It was a demon, Carry to be exact, he figured that out later.

Jared and I were never very close. He always obeyed Dad's orders, like an angel to God. He was called the perfect child, while my sister and I just sat in his shadows.

I had a sister, Jasmine. She was my best friend. We always moved around, due to the family business. That is what we called it, knowing that is what we would have to do when we grow up. We knew that we would have to die alone, or put an entire family in danger, as we always had angels or Demons out for us.

Jasmine and I were twins. We spent every moment of every day together. We had some kind of twin telepathy, which made us even closer. In high school, we never had any friends besides each other. We were the kids everyone always went straight to if they wanted to pick on someone. We had a hard high school career.

Our senior year, about 7 years ago, at one given time, we were in Waverly, Missouri, a small town about 1 and a half hours between both Kansas City, and Columbia, hunting a shifter. That school was the worst for us. We were the Santa Fé Chiefs, and our school had a very bad wrap for having very poor sportsmanship. It was true. I can't blain other schools for believing such. Jasmine had an even harder time there than I did. She was pushed into lockers at least once a day. She wasn't good at sports and the girls let her know that. As bad as I wanted to stand up for her, I couldn't bring up the courage. We tried to fly below the radar, keep straight A's, and to get a good scholarship to a good school and escape the hunters life. That was our plan, although Dad didn't know it. He wanted us to stay in hunters life.

As a result of being picked on 24/7, that December, Jasmine drove our old car, a '67 Chevy Impala, to a park, and hid herself. She had grabbed my dad's gun, which he kept in the trunk of the impala. She was about to do something she would regret for eternity. She walked back to the back of the park and pointed the to her head. She pulled the trigger.

Jared and I had been out to the arcade for about an hour. We drove back home in Jared's car that we had gotten from Nathan Dearkar, a family friend. Jared went to the fridge to grab a beer. He saw the note and slammed it down on the dinning table. I read it aloud.

"Hey guys. I love all of you but I can't handle this life anymore. I am sorry but I have to do this. John, you get my necklace. I'm sorry but I don't have anything else for anyone else. I'm in the back of the park. Come get me or I'll become a vengeful spirit on you guys! I love you guys. Goodbye. I will miss you all.

-Jasmine
💘"

I fall to my knees and my head in my hands.

"Jasmine-" Jared says softly, weakly.

He helps me up and we drive to the park in Jared's car. The song that is playing is "Fix You" by Coldplay. I begin sobbing all over again.

We finally arrive at the park. We see the impala parked towards the back. We pull in right next to it. We slowly climb out of the rusted light blue excuse for a car and I open the door to the impala. It still smells like her. Another set of sobs overwhelm me. Jared embraces me in a hug, a hug more meaningful than any before.