Bonjour. Welcome to my fourth spirit fic. If you're not up to speed with my spirit character, named Bastet in this fic, here's the skinny: She's not a Mary Sue. She's a sprit guide for Constantine and will follow him throughout the events of the movie. The rest you should be able to pick up in this chapter and along the way, or you could go read my other spirit fics. (Nightcrawler Spirit, Sparrow Spirit and Skinner Spirit.) I only own Bastet and her sister Anput. Constantine and company belong to Warner Bros and Vertigo comics. Special thanks to my boyfriend Cameron for being the beta. Please enjoy this fic and review. Merci.


I took a deep breath and attempted to mentally ready myself for this assignment. This included preparation for guiding a man who can detect humans who are in fact half demons or half angels. This man was also an exorcist, cynical, a loner, and a pack a day smoker. As a consequence he was dying of lung cancer, and when he finally did die he was going to go to Hell. He put the 'anti' in antihero. His triumphant heroic move was going to be unlike anything ever seen before. He was John Constantine.

"Crud," I thought. "No amount of mental preparation is going to be enough for this."

I was standing outside Constantine's door. I felt very much like Angela Dawson was going to feel in a few days. I took another deep breath, squared my shoulders, and knocked on the door.

It opened a crack. The man on the other side was tall and lean with dark hair and even darker eyes. His clothes were simple, if not a tad rumpled. White shirt, black tie, black pants. "John Constantine?" I enquired. I didn't need to ask. I know it was him. I was just being polite.

John studied me. I felt like I was being x-rayed. In a sense, I was. He was trying to determine what I was. He knew I wasn't a half-breed, but I still wasn't of this world. I saw his eyes narrow slightly in confusion.

"Who are you?"

"I have many names, but you can call me Bastet. Can I come in?"

Constantine stepped aside, pushing the door further open. I smiled and walked in. "Thank you." He shut the door and walked over to the table in the middle of the room. He took a smoking cigarette from an ashtray and took a drag on it. I tried not to wrinkle my nose at the smell. It would be something I would have to get used to. My eyes took in the dark room. It was long and simple. Innumerable large water jugs - the kind you would use for an office lined the wall under the windows, each bottle marked with a cross. Holy water.

"What do you want?" Constantine asked.

"I have a job for the next few days, Mr Constantine," I began. "And that job is to guide you. I am a spirit, and I have been sent here to help you out for a little while."

He blew smoke at me. "I don't need any help."

"Thought you would say that. You're wrong. You are going to need my help. Trust me. I know your near future. All you have to do is believe me and not tell anyone about me. Only you can see and hear me. Anyone else could walk right through me and not feel it."

Constantine puffed his cigarette. I sensed that he didn't quite believe me. I could feel him examining me with his own physic powers.

"I know you're not like everyone else, John," I said. "You can tell I'm not lying."

There was another pause. Finally John spoke. "Why do you want to help me? What are you getting out of it?"

"Nothing except for the honour of being John Constantine's spirit guide," I replied. I knew that sounded cheesy. John thought so too. He rolled his eyes.

"So you just hang out and help me out for a few days just for the heck of it and the only catch is I can't tell anyone about you?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yep." I cocked my head, sensing something was about to happen. Time to get this story started. "You'd better get ready. Hennessy's going to call any minute now with an exorcism for you."

No sooner had those words left my mouth when the phone rang. John answered it, muttered "yes…I'll be right there" into the receiver, then hung up. He gave me a long look and sighed. "You're not going to go away, are you?"

"Not unless you tell someone about me or don't believe and trust me. In which case I would have to leave." I took a step towards him. "Look, I know you don't like accepting anything on faith. You don't trust many people and you have few friends. Believe me, in a few days, you'll be glad I'm here."

"You know what's going to happen to me, right?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I do."

"So what am I going to do now?"

"You're going to go get Chas who is bowling downstairs, then you're going to go to that apartment and you're going to save a little girl's life," I said.

"And you're coming with me," he added.

I nodded once. "Yes, I am."

Constantine crushed out his cigarette in the tray. "Fine." He grabbed his coat and I followed him out.

We met up with Chas downstairs. I had to smile. I liked Chas. He was young, a bit naive, but eager and willing to learn. I noticed a girl who bore a striking resemblance to me standing near him. The girl was my sister, named Anput in this world. She was Chas's spirit guide.

"Chas, let's go," John told his apprentice. "Hennessey just called. He's got an exorcism and needs help."

"Uh, yeah. Sure thing, John," Chas said, abandoning his game and falling into step behind Constantine.

I made a show of passing through Chas, making sure that Constantine saw me. Chas didn't even blink. John eyed me, as did my sister. Anput's expression asked me "why did you do that?"

"Further proof," I said aloud for my assignment and sister. "Just in case you had any lingering doubts, John." Constantine smiled thinly. As did I. I had him now.

Anput took my idea and suddenly walked through Constantine, much to Chas's amazement. "Proof enough for you?" I heard her ask her assignment.

"Uh, Constantine?" Chas asked. John stopped and turned to him.

"What?"

"Did you feel anything…unusual just now?"

"No."

"Oh. Okay."

John continued walking to Chas's yellow cab. As he opened the door I gave John an explanation for Chas's odd question. "Don't mind him. He has a spirit guide too. She is my sister and she just walked through you to prove to Chas what she is, just like I walked through Chas to prove who I am to you."

I walked over to the other side and got in the back seat beside John. I didn't even have to open the door, I just passed straight through. Doing this stung old injuries, scars on my chest and right palm, but I didn't care. It was either that, or have the door open seemingly all by its self. Chas hopped into the driver's seat and Anput rode shotgun, pulling the same trick I did to get into the cab.

"So where are we going?" Chas asked. Constantine gave him the address. I looked out the window and sighed as the cab pulled away. This was going to be an interesting couple of days.