After Constantine had left she felt weak and awkward till tiredness filled her eyes, the last thing she saw was the night lights flickering on.

Morning poured into the window and into her eyes as they cracked open in time to see the nurse walk in with a slight smile on. Paige raised herself in her chair as she stared at the nurse, "I've got great news..." Paige had a look of surprise on. "You've been released." Paige sat up straight "Rel-Released?" The nurse simply nodded and made her way to the side of Paige's bed "He left something." Said, the nurse handing over the piece of paper.

This is you, right? Good. Be at 321 Robin St Dunkirk California, its two miles west of Fredonia, be there at 9:00 or I'll blame it all on you.

Constantine

The note looked like it had been written in a rush or perhaps he had bad hand writing, she smirked and the nurse placed her jeans on her knees, "I tried to get the stains out" Her jeans had almost everywhere covered in blood, they were her "special jeans" and as her black AC/DC shirt that was her brothers before he died. She slipped them on "Thanks Eva" she smiled at the nurse and picked up car keys, the only reasons they were there is because Eva, the nurse was one of her good friends and took care of everything if "something" were to happen to Paige. She open the door to room 427 and stepped out, free in a sense.

Ironic enough the only apartment Paige could afford was across the street from Ravenscar Hospital, she let out of sardonic snort out it spite of herself. Her converse climbed up her front steps of her brick, one bedroom, and one bath apartment. She flipped on the light and they started to flicker on and off. Tossing her keys on her hallway stand she looked down at the pack of cigarettes, she grabbed on lipped one looking for her lighter, finding it she lit it up dragging in it's smoke taste as it brunt like always for the first time in a while. She traveled into her bedroom pealing off her clothes and going to the bath turning on the hot water and dropping the butt on the floor making sure she didn't put it out. "Opts!" she said is a sarcastic tone as she flipped on the stereo and jumped in the tub.

This is my December; this is my time of the year.

This is my December, this is all so clear.

She sand along with the song until a song that annoyed her came on; Stacy's mom would be on anyone's nerves when you're pissed you're alive. She jumped out and glanced down to the floor seeing that the cigarette was unlit and was just dandy and fine. "Fuck" she mumbled.

She went back to her room and put on a pair of black kakis and a red and black stripped shirt. Glaring into the mirror she bit her lip " I hate myself." Looking down on the dresser she rumbled through random makeup product and found her bring blood red lipstick and pressed it against her lips till she got to the middle of her bottom lip and smiled writing something of her mirror in some odd form, אםשקײמ

She walked out her house with black lipstick instead for her "festive" mood. She pulled herself into her crappy car and drove out into traffic; weaving through the cars she had no luck in dying, turning on the radio.

This is my December; this is my covered home; this is my December is me alone.

She flipped off the driver next to her, he was driving a semi and a little road rage would have helped her. The driver just shrugged it off just her luck he must have been off to a chocolate factory. SQEEECCCCKKKK! She hit the breaks looking at the sign that said Robin Street, she turned and glanced looking for number 321, she stopped in front of a happy white and red home with annoying green bushes and plastic flamingo's, she swung her legs outside of the car, walking up the stone sidewalk she climbed the steps and entered the opened double oak door that had yellow tape in the windows. She pressed on and stopped sensing something coming out of the bathroom, an odd force. She ran into the room and felt happy realizing that no one was there. She screamed, she wasn't alone in the white or what used to be white bath tub she saw red and more red, pushing back the glass doors she saw a girl fully clothed with black hair floating face down clearly dead. A hot breath touched the nave of her neck and she dragged in on her cigarette in shock, coughing as she exhaled. "Those things will kill you, you know." She knew who it was, it was that Constantine man. "One can only hope second hand smoke does too." He smirked as she turned on her heel and faced him. "I've been reading up, Czar." Czar was the Russian translation of the great leader named Caesar, but it also had a different meaning to her. "One will be born on every five score to control his fate unlike he could, Born on the eyes of March." "What a way to wish me a happy dilated birthday." "According to an arcane reading you can help me but not change the fate of those you do not know true?" She smiled and replied with a secret yes "Why would I help you?" He grabbed her arm and pulled up her sleeve as he did so he pressed her solder down and found a mark in the shape of a pentagram with a cross. "Because I'll expose you to everyone." She frowned if he told the world she would most likely be hunted by this religion group or the other. "How can I help" She blew smoke in his face, "Carcass."

Carcass was the name used to go through the dead to find out questions, it was a VERY painful to. "Fine" she looked down thinking about the last time she did that, "The reading doesn't tell me how you do it so I will have to trust you for..a minute. She backed against the fake wood door that was hollow inside she looked as if she was scared. "What are you do-" "Choke me." He looked at her bizarrely. "Do what?" She sighed, "I'll wrap my legs around you and when they let go …I'm dead..it's hard to explain" Constantine understood her point of view, it was hard to explain how he went to hell and back. He nodded and walked toward her, her eyes focused into his "I'm sorry" he said, she posted an angry face "For face freak" "Why are you" his own angry face melted he knew what she was up to. "You don't have to make me mad you already piss me off" with those last words she clipped her legs around him " Ok what are you leaving for" blowing the last of the cigarette in his eyes and spitting the butt on the floor. He stepped on it and smiled as he had his hands in a cusp around her neck.

After about a minute she went under Deaths hand and her legs slipped down…he dropped her, it was the first time he killed anyone..it scared him a little. There she was…come to think about it a minute had passed and nothing happened …what happened…did he kill someone too much and the though of being in jail with al those cross breeds. Holy fuck. He said in his own mind " I can't believe I-" There was a movement in the water and the person lifted them self up in an unholy fashion, Constantine jumped back then fell to his knees to get a hear he shouted " WHO DID THIS TO YOU?" in a rattle to voice coughed and coughed looking at him in sadness, she flung her hand out looking as if she was about to hit him but placed her finger and drew a circle with a half circle above it. "CAN YOU TALK?" the person shook there head and waved good bye, slipping back under the water.

Cough..cough…cough Paige laid on her side spitting up blood and smiling " Happy?" she said in a sullen way. After hacking up a clot of blood, "Get me a light; will you" Constantine looked at her puzzled "Why can't you get it yourself" "Asshole, dying does hurt you know and it takes awhile to come back." Constantine shook his head "You could do a lot of good in this world…I don't know why you want to waste it away." She lipped the cigarette and he lit it up. "I'd prefer to do badly." "You're going to hell." He grinned.