Chapter 2: The Cape
"Call me! Goodbye, Troy angel boy! Haha..." Evan shouted after the car that had dropped him off by the dark alley's lamp post. The roads were pretty clear in the late hour of the evening and the ground was pretty damp from that afternoon's slight drizzle. Wearing a striped black tuxedo, Evan was slightly drunk as he stood under the lamp post swinging his jacket on his back. He paused as soon as the car was out of sight.
"Okay, you can come out now. He's gone. And never coming back I guess." The smile on his face vanished as he said it knowingly as if he'd been waiting to say it since awhile ago. There was a rustle of sound behind him. Evan leaned on the post, he felt like throwing up but not yet, he needed to know who was this mysterious being who had been following him the whole night.
"Who are you?" But no one answered. His nerves were getting into him. "I said come out from that shit hole. I'm not going to bite you." And his own words made him laugh silently to himself.
"You better not. Constantine's the name. You must be… Evan?" Constantine said getting out of the shadows a few meters away from Evan while lighting up a cigarette. Evan did not move a finger but his eyes scanned Constantine from head to toe like a laser gun that could have seen through his very soul. There was a moment of silence.
"What do you want from me.. Constantine?"
"You know what I want." Constantine made one mighty puff from his smoke.
A high-pitched growl escaped Evan as he faced him. For a moment, Constantine thought he saw his eyes flashed into a deep red and two fangs show on his lips as he made that loud growl.
"If your one of those damn demons then you better get your ass back in hell before I make you. This world has no place for bastards like you." Evan was glaring at him.
"Unfortunately, I'm not- a demon. But there's still a lot of space here for me I believe. I'm here for a reason. And I need your help." Evan's scornful glare slackened and was replaced by a deceitful smirk. In a blink of an eye, he now stood upright before Constantine with his blonde hair almost covering his face. It was Constantine's first time to see him up close and he thought pretty well that this damned vampire looked cunningly beautiful. Then without warning, Evan lifted his arms and he made one spin as fast as a wink of an eye. When Constantine looked at him he was already wearing a cape as he jumped high into thin air. For a moment, there was a spur of silence and disbelief. The sound of crickets subdued the silence of the night as the crisp air sent tiny hairs on Constantine's body to stand up on its end.
"Wait! Evan! Evan Von Delaire! I know something about you! I need your help as much as you need mine!" But only the evening's cool breeze answered him. A car passed by on the road blinding him from the car's headlights.
"How did you know about me?" Constantine looked up on the roof of the building just beside the alley where the gorgeous blood-sucking creature now sat cross-legged.
"I'm an angel… or so I thought. I've redeemed myself in heaven. And they asked for my help, that is why I'm here right now. The rise of evil is taking place, and the battle between good and evil is promising. The second demon, the vampires are over ruling the power of destiny. Please, you must help me; help humanity, help us." Constantine looked up before him just in time as he soared on the roof of the next building nearer to him his cape swaying wildly behind him. The cigarette stick on his hand almost burning him.
"Then what do you want me to do?" The coldness in his voice was still evident.
"I know you don't want what you are. That you don't want this to happen. But destiny has other plans for you and there might be no escape. But if you let me help you, then we might find a way to change it. The whole of humanity is at stake."
"But destiny cannot be changed. It was written all over the stars in the beginning of time. All we can do now is wait."
"Screw the stars. I need your help." He threw the cigarette butt on the ground.
Evan jumped from the roof and landed behind Constantine. He instantly held his hands behind his back till Constantine couldn't budge and then laid his head on his shoulders. Evan noticed his captive's neck and slowly admired its perfect contour brushing his nose against it and smelling the blood that was running through his veins. He knew in an instant that this man's blood was different from the others; unlike the ordinary.
This man was the chosen one.
"Hmm... pure blood I see. So you are the redeemer?" Constantine was struggling to free himself from his grip but he was far too stronger for him.
"God dammit', let go. Listen to me. All I need is to destroy the Life of Destiny to regain balance between good and evil. And therefore, redeem humanity... if you don't fucking get your hands off of me right now, there will be no fucking sense of me being here!" Evan instantly let go of him and he tumbled recklessly unto the floor.
"Destroy the life of Destiny?" He asked.
"Yes." Constantine replied repulsively checking his wrists from Evan's tight grip.
"And it will all be over?"
"Yes. I thought vampires were smart creatures?"
"Come. Follow me." Evan said ignoring the mockery in Constantine's voice as he continued to walk down the dark alleyway with his cape giving that rigid look on him. Constantine stood up on his feet.
"Damn blood-sucking creatures." He whispered under his breath certain that the creature walking far ahead of him would not hear him.
"Excuse me? Were called Vampires." And the two figures slowly vanished under the alley's dark abandoned street, one wearing a cape and the other blowing a smoke.