Requeiscat In Pace (Rest in Peace)

This is a Constantine/Harry potter crossover. Inspired by, and dedicated to [TrappedLittlEm]

Chapter 1 – Forewarned is Forearmed

Alex Constantine looked out over the city, the bright lights, neon signs and pavements crawling with bustling bodies. 'City of angels' they called it but all he saw was a city of sin, a place of depravity, violence, sex and exploitation. He reached into his pocket for a packet of cigarettes and gently placed one in his mouth, as he took out his lighter, and sparked the flame, he thought of his own hypocrisy – here he was condemning this city while he sat smoking, waiting for the time when he would venture into its labyrinth of boulevards and boardwalks in search of his kill. He had worked L.A. once before, and had felt that same revulsion and self loathing then, but his orders came from the top. The Legion XVII had specially requested his services and so, reluctantly he had boarded a plane from England.

Alex pulled up the sleeve of his long black coat and looked at the watch on his wrist, it was 22.00, time for his night's work to begin. He flicked the cigarette butt onto the floor and mounted his bike, a 650cc Honda that had served him well over the years, and roared off towards the city.

At the same time, in another part of the city, in the backroom of a pool hall a man was sitting. To a casual observer, had there been any in that smoky private room, the man would have appeared to be muttering to himself and apparently experiencing a stomach ache. The truth was far more sinister, a demon was inside of him, he was sweating profusely and whispering rapid prayers in Latin in a vain attempt to control it. Suddenly the man arose with a mighty roar, knocking back his chair and overturning the table in front of him. As the whiskey bottle smashed into a thousand fragments on the floor, a pair of yellow eyes with pupils black as night surveyed the room, the gap had been breached, the void crossed, and the half breed was hungry.

Alex screeched to a halt outside the bar in time to see the aftermath of the demon's birth. People were pouring out in all directions, screaming and crying, some covered in blood. He pulled the crucifix from under his shirt, drew two gleaming sliver pistols from beneath his coat and kicked in the door. He came through the doorway shooting, putting silver bullet after silver bullet into the black winged, yellow eyed creature that was tearing into the barman. The demon let out an anguished cry and launched himself at Alex, snarling and swiping furiously with razor sharp talons. After a minute of ducking and weaving behind tables and chairs, all the while firing into the creature, Alex had had enough. He slid his pistols into their holsters and drew out a small vial of clear liquid. The creature paused and eyed curiously the bottle he held in his hand. "Holy water, asshole" Sneered Alex as he flung the vial towards his adversary, the bottle hit the demon in the face shattering like a dropped snow-globe and showering the demon in blessed water. It fell to the floor, screaming and writhing and Alex walked calmly over and looked down, his weapon pointed at the creature's head. "Tell big red I said hi" he said and pulled the trigger. The round crashed into the demon's forehead, splattering brains and blood onto the floor of the bar. Lighting a cigarette Alex turned and headed for the door. "Requiescat in pace" he whispered. Rest in peace.