Who: John Ross and Pam What: A cowboy and a vampire touch a magic tree on the same night Where: the Nemeton and then Fangtasia When: tonight Warnings: Yep
Ever since that damn tree had shown up in town, things had gone from bad to straight fucked up from the floor up. It was hard keeping track of who had been hurt, had gone crazy, or whatever else, but it was easy to pinpoint what the common factor was. That damn tree.
John Ross felt powerless to help Robin through whatever had happened to her. He'd failed to find her or protect her, and she was so much like him that he knew she wasn't going to let him in too close. It was easier to keep her cards close to the vest. The tree wasn't necessarily what had hurt her, but it was something that John Ross could take care of. So off he set with an axe in his hand and a flask in his pocket, ready and wiling to do whatever it took to remove the son of a bitch from town.
Last thing he expected to see as he approached was the hot ass vampire who owned the bar in town. Sizing her up, he gave a curt little nod with a sassy smirk as he stopped just short of the trunk of the tree. "What brings you out here, Darlin'?"
Most would probably be uneasy around her if they were human, but John Ross was reckless in that way. He glanced at the tree, letting out a low whistle before touching a branch with his fingertips. "Hell of a thing to cause so much trouble, eh?"
It needed to go. No more beacons for threats. It just needed to be destroyed.