Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville/Constantine

Sequel to "Broken"

Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Tale. Prompt of the Day # 86: Zodiac

A/N: This Chloe is dark and disturbed. She spent time in hell, being broken, and she's full of rage and feelings of hatred and betrayal. Don't like violent, angry, or dark Chloe? Not the fic for you.

A/N2: Should be a three-shot.

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"How did you pick up the connection?" Chloe asked, looking up at the millions of books and papers and such littering Constantine's apartment in awe.

"I'm good at my job." Constantine replied as-a-matter-of-factly, passing her a cup of coffee, black. He took his coffee black and refused to believe other people might like some sugar in theirs. "The first attack happened at the hospital where you were born, the next at your home in Metropolis, the next ones happened at the primary and high schools you attended in Metropolis, and the next happened in the place where your home in Smallville used to be."

"Lumiel blew the place up, to make everyone believe I was dead." Chloe nodded, remembering.

"They rebuilt there, and its that house that got attacked." Constantine explained, sliding the map with red dots over towards her. "I want you to look at these other attack sites and let me know if they hold any significance to you."

Chloe took in a deep breath, bending over the map and gazing down at the locations marked.

She gulped.

"This was our first hunt as a team-Lois, John's and Lumiel's-mine." She shook her head, feeling queasy as she landed on the next dot. "This is where Lumiel and I took out that Wraith, where I actually worked with him and helped from inside instead of just staying silent and watching."

Constantine watched her place her finger on the next dot.

"I remember this place. Cheesiest motel you've ever laid eyes on. I realized that Lois had feelings for John here." She took in a deep breath, sitting down. "It's where I started to really wish I was in control and could talk to her. Have a female one on one."

Constantine narrowed. "So you're saying, at a quick glance, that each and every one of these dots symbolizes something for you."

Scanning the names of the places, she finally nodded. "Yes."

"What about this one?" Constantine tapped one of the larger circles.

Chloe gulped. "That's where Lumiel fought with the two archangels and was so weak afterwards that he teleported me away to Medieval England so that he could get stronger and we could merge as one."

Constantine nodded. "I'd thought so."

"Why?" Chloe looked up, frowning. "What happened there?"

"The whole field just up and disappeared. Vanished. All that's left is a crater." Constantine replied darkly.

Chloe gulped. "What's going on? Who's behind all of this? And why?"

"I don't know who it is, but they've been leaving signed zodiac signs behind. It, he, she, wants us to know all of these attacks are related." Constantine frowned. "The news reporters are calling it the Zodiac Mysteries."

Chloe frowned. "Are they in random order or in successive order? The symbols I mean."

"Random." John replied, eyes on the map. "Chloe, this thing is obviously trying to get your attention, and it's asking for a meeting."

"But why?" Chloe frowned. "I'm not Lumiel's Vessel anymore, I don't even think I'm a Vessel period. Ever since I got back from the slammer there's been no incessant angels trying to force me to let them in."

"There's got to be a reason, Chloe." Constantine frowned. "Now, based on your life before hell, and your knowledge of your whereabouts, where do you think will be hit next?"

Chloe didn't have to look at the map, she just pointed. "Here."

"Why there?" Constantine wanted to know, looking up at her with narrowed eyes.

Chloe looked up at him. "Because that's where I was killed."

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The next day, Chloe entered Papa Midnight's and surveyed the damage. She'd cleaned up as much as she could the night before, but there was very little she could do about the bullet holes and broken furniture. She flinched, remembering Midnight's fury on the phone the night before when she'd called to let him know what had happened. She wasn't looking forwards to dealing with him. Not only were John and Bobby a part of her past, but whenever Midnight wasn't in the building she was left in charge of keeping the order, and she'd never had any trouble before.

"If I had been there, neutral zone or not, they wouldn't have left alive." Midnight's deep, rumbling voice came from the shadows of the corner as he emerged. "I placed that spell, and I can go around it."

Chloe looked up at the handsome, dark skinned man. "I'm so sorry." She ran her hand over her hair, looking at the damage once more. "You can take it out of my salary...monthly..."

"It is being taken care of." He replied with that gruff way of his, his accent deepening with his displeasure. "You say that you knew these hunters."

"Bobby Singer and John Winchester." Chloe nodded, sitting down on one of the untouched chairs.

"I reviewed the tapes." Midnight announced, leaning against the wall. "You used violence. In my club."

Chloe gulped.

She hadn't realized that Midnight had cameras installed in the club.

"I should fire you for this." He told her as-a-matter-of-factly.

The blonde sighed, turning to him. "I'll probably have to quit, anyway."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "Because of this?"

"No." She admitted, leaning forwards. "Have you heard of the Zodiac Mysteries?"

Intrigued, he nodded. "It's been causing a lot of...unbalance...but neither side will own up to being the ones involved."

"Constantine's studying the case." Chloe admitted, leaning back heavily on the seat. "They're happening in places that have particular significance to me."

Midnight's eyes narrowed further. "You think this is Day Star related."

"I need to check it out, Constantine is sure that whoever is behind the disasters and attacks is trying to get my attention, and if this has anything to do with Lumiel I need to be there to meet them." Chloe replied, taking in a deep breath. "I want to be like this club, Midnight. I want to be neutral. I don't give a damn which side is winning the war. But if this has something to do with me then I have to go."

He didn't seem to agree with her. "If someone believes the Morning Star is still in you, they might be trying to start another Apocalypse."

"Lumiel's dead." Chloe clenched her fists. "Okay? I'd know if he was still alive. I've lived with him inside of me before, dormant, and this isn't like then. He's completely gone and this soul is all mine again."

"It'll never be solely yours." Midnight snorted, reaching for a cigar and lighting it. "You merged with Lucifer, girl. That isn't only your soul anymore. You're a fool to believe otherwise."

"Lumiel's dead!" Chloe snapped, standing up and slamming her hands palms-down onto the table.

Midnight raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement, motioning with his head towards her hands.

Chloe's gaze lowered to her hands, where they were now dented in the metal of the table top.

A gasp escaped her lips as she yanked her hands away, seeing the deep imprint of her hands.

"That will come out of your salary." Midnight puffed out a large cloud of smoke. "You will of course, be expected to return to work once you've seen to this business of yours."

"How did I just-?" Chloe whispered, not having heard a word he'd said.

Collapsing into her seat once more, the blonde gazed at her hands in horror.

Midnight only puffed out another cloud of smoke before reaching over and offering her a cigar.

Usually she'd refuse, claiming she didn't smoke, but this time Chloe only reached over and accepted it wordlessly.

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"You should just let this die, John." Bobby warned as he gazed at John, who was going over the pictures he'd taken that day of Chloe Sullivan, or whoever she was right now.

"Let it die?" John looked up at him, eyes narrowed. "Am I the only one who remembers the fact that this girl is Lumiel? That she killed Dean?"

"She also brought him back to life, John!" Bobby reminded, snarling. "That girl couldn't have known what she was getting into and she was sent to hell for crimes that weren't really her own. I don't know how she got out, but she hasn't been doing anything wrong. Let her live her life."

"Because of her my family is destroyed!" John snarled as well, standing. "And I'm not going to let Lumiel go again. I'm keeping a close watch on her, and the first moment she does something she's going straight back to hell."

"Don't you think its odd that we get this anonymous tip about a demon bar and coincidentally she's in it?" Bobby glared. "Someone set us up so that we'd find her! I think who's behind that is what we need to be investigating.

"They did the right thing." John shook his head. "Whoever sent us that information knew Lumiel was back out, and knew that we were the ones to kill him the first time. And we're going to do it again."

Bobby shook his head, sad to see how the loss of his sons and Lois and twisted John. "Do you really think this is the way to get Lois back? By hunting her cousin?"

John flinched.

"What about the boys?" Bobby pressed. "They loved her. And once again you don't give a shit about anyone else or anything else but the hunt. Your obsession with the hunt is why you lost them the first time, and it's why you lost them and Lois after Chloe died. It isn't that girl's fault. She didn't turn them against you."

"Enough Bobby." John growled. "You saw how those demons listened to her. And what was she doing in a demon club anyway?"

"There were angels in that club too, John." Bobby reminded.

John's eyes flashed dangerously. "You saw her! How she moved-the speed-the strength. That wasn't human! She would have killed me, could have, if she'd really wanted to."

"What does that say about the fact that you're still alive?" Bobby pointed out.

John ignored him. "And you heard what she said. If that was really her, then why would she want to kill Sammy, Dean and Lois?"

"She spent the last year in hell, John. It's bound to change her, make her angry, violent, irrational." Bobby reasoned. "If anyone managed to get out of there they'd be fucked up as well."

"Stop being so deluded Bobby." John snarled. "I know you and Missouri liked her, but that's never been Chloe. Lumiel's still here, and he's using her body to rally up his people for an Apocalypse once more. And if I'm the only one smart enough to realize this and want to stop it, then so be it."

With that, John Winchester stormed out of the motel room.

Bobby watched him go, shaking his head. "That idjit."

John was a good man, Bobby knew that, but the man was too much of a stubborn, obsessive asshole sometimes who needed to be saved from himself.

Picking up his phone, Bobby phoned Missouri.

"He's an asshole." Missouri answered the phone, already knowing what'd happened. "Bobby, you need to go with him. If he does this alone, he'll die."

Bobby groaned, palming his face. "That IDGIT."

"Be careful Bobby." Missouri warned. "The cards nor runes are speaking to me and neither is the spirit world, and we both know what happened the last time that happened."

Bobby sighed, remembering the Apocalypse all too well.

It'd only been a year ago.

"Should we tell Lois and the boys?" Bobby wanted to know, sitting down on his bed. "If we tell them they'll want to come here, but you should have seen her face, Missouri. She said that if she saw them she'd kill them, and I don't doubt that she was telling the truth."

"We'll keep this to ourselves for now." Missouri answered. "You need to worry about your safety right now, not about their reactions of the consequences."

"Okay." Bobby nodded, trusting her judgement. "Wish me luck?"

Missouri only laughed before hanging up.

Bobby shook his head and smiled.

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