Hamilton Oneshots

Hurtful Hunting (John X reader)

(A/N: If you don't like sad stuff, you may want to avoid this one, is slightly angsty anyways enjoy also this is based in supernatural lore... Sorta I forgot to check fully so please if I got anything wrong just tell me)

It was dark as I walked through the woods. He knew I was looking for him, so of course he ran… I wish he’d make this easier on the both of us and give up. I hear a rustling from not too much farther ahead on the trail. Shit. He may have found a victim already. I start to speed up and get to the end of the trail then smell blood, the scent was strong too. I quicken the pace and pull out my gun loaded with silver bullets. God did he know how much this hurt? Did he know that I didn’t want to do this?  As I got closer I felt my hands start to shake and my mind began to race. Did I really have to kill him? He’s so sweet, kind, and caring.

There’s no way he could have killed Charles…. There’s no way that he ate the heart of his enemy… God damn it John why did you have to kill him? I know you had the best intentions but if you kept up the facade of being human I wouldn’t have to do this. No, this isn’t John’s fault… it’s mine. I was the one who came to John with bruises, and cigarette burns. I was the one who came to him in tears after Lee hurt me and crushed my heart. I shouldn’t have to kill John for just wanting to protect me from him again. But, knowing how monsters usually are John needs to go.

I snapback to reality and feel tears running down my face as I finally get to him, he was hunched over a figure. I wipe my eyes and try to get a better look. It was a deer, a buck to be specific. It was covered in blood and there was a hole right where the heart should have been. Then he finally snaps his focus towards me, his hands were covered in blood and the area around his mouth was covered in blood too.He fully turns himself towards me and I see his whole front is just covered in the blood of the deer. He slowly stands up, I  in turn aim as I feel the tears well up in my eyes. John’s features softened as he looks at me, his eyes full of different emotions as he changes back into his human form.

“(Y/N) I… I can explain….I-” He starts trying to be reassuring as takes a few steps towards me. I quickly cut him off as I take a few steps back. This was already hard enough… I don’t think I could handle it if he kept speaking.

“John, No I know what you are, I know that if I don’t stop you you will keep killing people and -” He cuts off my retorts.

“I didn’t eat Lee’s heart, I can still handle being around humans… you don’t have to do this, I won’t need to kill anyone.” He says as he takes a few more steps closer to me as I almost lower my gun, hopping to god he’s not lying. I try to keep calm and stay strong, but then I remember something.

“Where’s his heart then? His heart is missing, John what did you do with his heart?” He looks at me confused as hell. Apparently he didn’t know his heart was missing. I start to wonder about weather or not John is acting or not. I hope it’s not just him faking it and that’s genuine confusion.

“What? I mean I didn’t even kill him…. I beat the shit out of him, left him in almost fatal condition for hurting you but I didn’t kill him, much less take or eat his heart. So wait… someone killed him and took his heart after I beat the shit out of him? I didn’t even think Lee had a heart, mostly because he hurt such a wonderful girl like you.” He says with a small smile. He’s being charming, even if I just caught him munching on some deers heart.

“ Apparently so, and I guess whoever took his heart was trying to frame you…. They had to have known about what you were going to do with Lee.” I say trying to avoid the fact that he’s still being the charming boy I’ve come to love. No I shouldn’t be thinking about that right now… even if I really want to be.

“Only person that knew was you…but I mean you’re clearly not a werewolf.” John said slightly joking as he tried to lighten the mood, even just a little bit. I crack a small smile. I finally put my gun away as I realize that John is standing a yard away from me. Oh and the fact that I don’t think it’s him anymore.

“I mean I know I’m not and I trust you enough to believe you… So I guess this was some other werewolf or skinwalker, John do you know any other werewolves or possibly a skinwalker or two?”  I say hoping to find any other possible person instead of John.

I walk up to him, just barely a foot away. I look into his eyes then gasp as I see his eye dilate, then go back to normal. He’s fighting for control. He’s looks at me with a look of warning, and I know what he means. I turn and bolt, now running for my life.

I knew it, I knew I couldn’t trust him, I knew he lied to me. I knew I couldn’t trust a werewolf, no matter how much I loved him and cared about him. I hear him howl and I speed up even more, I didn’t want him to catch me but I didn’t want to kill him. I continue to run, hearing the footsteps of John not too far behind me. My eyes well up with tears as I pull my gun out and realize I have to do it. I stop and turn 180 degrees, facing the direction John is coming from. I aim as I hear him approach me, tears start to stream down my face as I cock the gun. I see him, running at full speed in his true monster form… it terrified me.

How could such a sweet guy become such a terrible monster? He looks at me and growls then goes to pounce. All that rang through the night that night, was the sound of two gunshots. The town now had one less werewolf, and one less hunter.