John Constantine (Young)

Being John's younger sister wasn't particularly easy, although in a way he looked after you. He always took you with him wherever he went, even if he was going to use drugs or perform some ritual, while you just sat in a corner hugging the yellow, worn-out rabbit he'd given you on your first birthday. Tonight, you were particularly nervous and tense, you felt scared. Now you were clinging to John's leg; he was under the influence of his addictions, and he wanted to go to an abandoned church for a ritual, but you wouldn't let him. "Little brat, let go of me, damn it! What the hell's wrong with you now? I'm not in the mood for your tantrums, let go or I'll leave you locked up here alone," he growled, bad-tempered, as he tried to roughly pull you off his leg, his face clearly showing his anger.