It was an expensive cab fare, even in the middle of the night. Elizabeth lived outside the heart of the city, far enough to be considered a suburb.

"See, I usually take the bus." She smirked as John forked over the cash. She stepped to the glass doors and produced a key, letting herself into the building. Constantine followed. He'd kept an extra eye on everything as they'd rode over, making sure nothing was following him or waiting for them. They rode up to the fourth floor in the elevator, the bell dinging as the doors slid open and revealed the hallway.

"I'm the second door on the left." She said, as John put his arm out to keep her from exiting. "What?"

"Just stay behind me." He stated, stepping out and casting out for anything that might be lurking. There was a sleeping demon on the first floor, what he figured to be the building super, but that was it. "All right, go ahead."

"Are you always this weird?" Elizabeth picked the key on the ring and stepped out, heading down to her door. Constantine followed.

"You should see me on a date." Elizabeth rolled her eyes, unlocking her apartment door. A modest one bedroom. Kitchen off to the right of entry. A small dining room living room combo. Tiny balcony. Bathroom. Bedroom to the left of the living room. Painfully bare save a few photos and a poster.

"I had to save to get in here. Wouldn't have been able to afford it any other way. You can't imagine how many ways one can be thrifty." She set her keys on a shelf. "What are you doing?"

"Warding the door." John drew his fingers along the hardwood of the door jam, tracing spells into the wood with his fingers. He psychically felt her looking him over from behind. She was checking him out. He smirked and turned just as her gaze moved to the small of his back. "Yes?"

She flushed bright red and turned away. "Um, anything else or are you leaving now?"

"Your bedroom."

"Excuse me?"

"I need to set a ward in your bedroom."

"Oh. Um, on the left." She pointed, unable to look at him anymore, her skin crimson. Constantine nodded, not pushing or giving any more reason to embarrass her and headed towards the bedroom. Were all virgins jumpy when you brought up bedrooms? He opened the door and went in.

It was modest to say the least. Threadbare sheets, blankets and pillows. Bed sheets for curtains. A beat up dresser with a missing drawer. He shook his head and got to work, casting a protection spell on the whole apartment. Better to do it in here then with her watching.

He had just finished when he felt a hand on his shoulder blade, her fingers spread against his coat. "What, Elizabeth?" John turned and his face was grabbed up in her hands, her palms hot on his skin. Suddenly her mouth was crushed to his, causing a strangled moan to escape him.

With his shields down enough, he saw it was more then just a kiss.

It was a blast of purity. It was burning through his body, settling in every cell, lighting him up like a string of Christmas lights. He managed to break off enough and regain his sight to realize…

"NO!" he barked roughly, pushing Elizabeth off and down onto the bed. She struggled against his hand. "Elizabeth, no!"

"What?" she cried, suddenly coming back to her senses and realizing what she'd done. Quickly Constantine cast around the room psychically and found what he was looking for. It was invisible. He looked over and found the window cracked open. The entry point.

"Damn it!" he growled, ripping his trench coat off and tossing it on the bed beside her, quickly undoing his cuffs and rolling his shirtsleeves up. Elizabeth stared at him, scared enough to do as he said, but dropping her own shields to see if she could figure out what John saw. She screamed.

Constantine slammed his arms together, the sigil tattoos forming the whole image as he roared the command. "Into the light I command thee!"

The air against the wall near the window shimmered at first then roiled as the being came into focus.

"INTO THE LIGHT I command thee!" John roared again and the being took its true shape. Before John appeared a demon, the one John had pegged as the super. It blinked at them both, hissing. John looked towards the girl to see if she saw what he was seeing. She didn't. All she saw was her building super writhing in the corner of her room, hanging on the ceiling.

"Constantine…" It hissed at John before turning its talons in the direction of the window, blasting it free and jumping out into the night. Elizabeth stared after what she'd assumed was a man that had somehow just magically busted out her window and jumped. John ripped a Chicklet from the packaging. He didn't need to look.

"Pack your things. You're coming home with me."