What? Still no guesses for the date on Chas' toe-tag? Sigh

Well alright, you are a fickle lot. No I'm kidding. Y'all are great.

ANYWAY!I know to most of you my chapters my LOOK short, but I think they get the point across without rushing.

As always THANK YOU ever so much to valkyrie-alex for hercrazy mad beta skills. And thank you all for reviewing. And I still own nothing.

Now I bring you Delta et Epsilon.

Delta.

Fifteen minutes later, a stuttering guard woke an extremely pissed off John Constantine. To inform him that the body of his late apprentice was gone. Two minutes later Constantine was out the door and hailing a cab.

Epsilon.

The newly revived teen did his best to ignore the looks from the other late night passengers on the bus. An elderly woman looked like she was trying to decide if she should ask if he was all right or pretend she didn't see him. She decided on the former.

"Are you all right dear?" She asked sweetly. Chas, looked up at her, startled. Everyone here had taken to muttering 'freak' or whistling at him.

"Oh yeah... yes ma'am," he said with a smile, feeling bad about lying, but it was necessary.

"Just checking dear, after all you're barefoot in L.A," she said, still looking at him with concern.

"Oh," Chas said laughing nervously, "My brother and his friends; it's a bad joke on their part," he said in false disappointment and shame, his acting abilities put to the test.

"Oh my!" she said frowning, getting up as she neared her stop. "Well I hope you tell your folks as soon as you get home."

"Yes ma'am. I'll do that." He waved to her as she disembarked. Sighing, he leaned against the pole he had been holding onto, about to relax when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck sand on end. Looking up, he saw a homeless man's face melting away, to the grey rottingdemon inside. As the bum started to get up, Chas made for the emergency brake, causing the demon half-breed to stumble back into his seat. Barefoot or not, Chas Chandler wasn't going any further with THAT thing on the bus. Throwing himself into the street, he narrowly missed a car before running for his life.