Voices

Voices. They could feel them. He was holding his breath. Was it her ? Was she still alive ? Was she in danger ? And why the fuck couldn't he just keep his mind on opening the damn door instead of racing with questions !

Midnite sent him a look, nodding, silently beqeathing him to open the door. Constantine found himself clutching the door knob. Angela's appartement had always held a certain presence, recoiling her own powers. But now, something was off. The presence was stronger then ever, and not quite right. Someone else was here too.

Bracing himslef, he pushed the door open. The voices were muffled but clear now. Angela was there. Definitly . And… giggling? What the hell is going on here ? ! He walked to Angela's room, Midnite right behind him. The door was closed. He could clearly hear Angela's voice. But again something was off. It wasn't her intonations, her style of speech, and just… not Angela-like. For a second Constantine surprised himself with this last thought. How could he know it wasn't her speech, surely he hadn't paid attention to her voice that much, had he? And the presence in the room was overpowering, radianting through the door and walls. God, he just couldn't take it anymore. In one swift motion he open the door.

'Angela ?'

Now that hit him hard. Angela was there, sitting cross-legged on her bed, as safe as she could ever be, smiling.

And there were two of her.

Constantine could vaguely sense Midnite standing right behind him, and surely staring at the scene with as much shock. But he didn't pay him any attention.

And then he started picking up things. The second 'Angela' had longer hair, curlier too. And her eyes were all black, with a slight green glow.

Isabel.

'Ah.' Came her voice.

'John !'

That was Angela's.

Constantine finally crashed back to reality, realizing that he had just stood there staring at the women sitting on the bed for at least a whole two seconds.

'John ?' Midnite echoed behind him, obviously waiting for an explaination. But Isabel opened her mouth first, smiling and pointing at Constantine with her forfinger.

'Ah ! You're the bo-'

Angela had gasped and clapped a hand on her sister's mouth in a pannicky motion before she could finish her sentence. Constantine quirked an eyebrow, actually curious at what the end of the sentence could have been.

'John, what are you doing here ?' snapped Angela.

'What am I doing here ? Well for once in my life I thought I should act concerned when you didn't show any signs of life for the past two days.'

His voice was deapan as usual, though edgy. The sole fact that he had said so much betrayed his irritation. He couldn't decide wether he was surprised at seeing Angela casually chatting with her dead sister, or angry at the idea of how she managed to get her sister here, or relieved that she was alright. No. Scratch all that. He was definitly angry because hehad actually been worried that something might have happened to her. Angry. Yeah. That's it.

Right ?

Midnite lightly chuckled, catching Angela's attention. But before she could say anything, Isabel was standing in front of the two men, smiling, her hands behind her back.

'You're Angie's friends' It was a statement more than a question.

Constantine found it unerving to have Angela in front of him, knowing that it wasn't her.

Angela got off the bed and walked to stand next to her twin.

'Isabel, this is John Constantine and Midnite. John, Midnite, my sister, Isabel.'

Constantine couldn't help but stare at Angela. She was radiant, smiling, almost proud.