chapter 1

10 years earlier

Jax

John I'm begging you, desperation in my voice. I needed his help. Ever since Taylor was taken by vampires when Aaron was 3 months old. I've been looking for the things that took her. That is how I meet John Winchester. I was on the hunt for answers he was just on the hunt. After meeting John I then met a woman named Shariat. At the time I didn't think anything of how she knew who I was, where she came from, or how she knew of Aaron. She offered to help, but there was a price. The information that she gave helped me kill the covenant that had taken my wife and killed her. She said she would collect in about 18 years time. The next day John and his 2 boys arrived at my place. The older one is called dean. He looks like a hand full and trouble for any dad that lets his little girl near him. The other one sam I think seems quite and watching everything. John told the boys to go play with Aaron while he talked business. I chuckled as soon a I head Dean yell, "Aaron is a girl dad". I closed the door and started my story. Part of which John already knew. What he didn't know was about the woman. It was how John had reacted hearing her name that made me instantly realize that I had fucked up making a deal with her. Come to find out that Shariat is not only a powerful witch but also a future teller. I bet that Aaron is going to be very important for her to ask about her. Did she say what she was going to collect in 8 years? John asked. Honestly I have no Idea but it can't be good, I replied. That night I made John promise to come back on her 18th birthday and start teaching her the life. The life I never wanted for her but had pushed her into unknowingly.

Aaron

Present time

HI my name is Aaron Saint John and this is my crazy messed up story. The date is October 13 and yes I know it's a Friday, as well as my birthday. It was also a Friday when I was born 18 years ago. So needless to say it's been a crazy 18 years. Like when I was 3 month old and my egg donor left us forever, with a promise to come back with milk and never coming back at all. It seems that every Friday the 13th something happens mostly bad. That includes 3 years ago when my father mysteriously died on my birthday.

Anyways since his death, I have taken a walk after work everyday. Mostly to think about my good memories with dad. My thoughts were ripped violently from my memory of my 13th birthday, by a blood curdling scream and what sounds like a baby wailing. As I rounded the last corner of the woods. There was a clearing up ahead that had light. I found this odd seeing as it was almost 10 at night. What I saw was even more crazy. It was my dad tied to a tree and a cloaked figure laughing just in front of him. I assumed it was a woman. She was talking about me. Her voice could only be described as a mixture of a silky smooth voice and something that made your skin crawl, knowing that it wasn't right. What she was saying made no sense to me. She was talking about past life's like they were real. I heard her say, " I'll take her past, present, and future life's."

In that moment I remember a weird call that I reserved earlier in the day. What made it weird was the man sounded like my dad. He was trying to warn me about a person called Shareat. He said, " don't trust the laugh, run and never look back." Then the line went dead. I didn't realize that I was crying, until the phone fell from my hand and my face was wet. Now those words made sense to me. As I was turning to run; I heard a twig break, a sharp pain and then everything went dark.