Chapter 3: A Blessed Curse, an Unwanted Gift
It didn't take long for them to reach Evan's apartment which was only two blocks away. It was small but cozy place with everything neatly placed where they ought to be. Evan blew on his hand and the place suddenly lit up with candles. The living room was unlike any other Constantine had ever seen. The floor was carpeted into a deep emerald shade and there was a huge picture window at center wall of the room. There were lots of wine glasses all displayed neatly on the shelf and red roses were scattered on the floor.
"Seems I'm disturbing your honeymoon. Does your husband mind me being here?" Constantine said the sarcasm in his voice evident.
"Better shut up if you don't wanna end up on my wedding bed now would you? Or should I say, wedding coffin?" Evan replied with an evil grin as Constantine fell into an annoyed silence. He led him to his room which was no different to the living room. On the corner was his bed facing the huge picture window. Red rose petals covered the floor and the candles' glow danced wildly on the wall. Evan dropped dead on the couch covering his face with his hand turning into a sickly green shade. The neighborhood cats wailed noisily outside.
"Hey, you all right over there?" Constantine asked walking up to him. He kneeled beside Evan's bedside and looked at him perceptively looking for any traces of Vampire transformation that would signal him to run for his own life. But instead of fangs, Evan suddenly threw up what looked like he had for dinner directly on the poor man beside him.
"Oh shit of a hell! God save me…"
"Sorry... got too much-… to drink." Evan managed to say in between preventing to throw up again. Disgusted and horrified, Constantine gathered all his guts and carried Evan to the bathroom.
"Fuck. Hand me that bottle over there." Constantine sprinted towards the bathroom cabinet where Evan pointed and retrieved a bottle with red liquid inside. He didn't need to ask what it was and directly handed it to him. When both of them had cleaned up themselves, they went outside the bathroom and dropped against the wall breathless and exhausted.
"What an effing night to spend. What are you even doing here?" Evan said groggily.
"Don't ask me. You dragged me into here. Oh yeah, the Life Of Destiny. Help me to destroy it… destroy the bloodline controlling it." Both of them seemed to go back to their senses. Evan looked at him straight into his eyes unaware of the beads of sweat slowly running down the back of his neck.
"To destroy the Life of Destiny is to kill the bloodline controlling it. The bloodline that has the curse on it. The vampire bloodline; my bloodline. Do you really think I could do that to my own kind?" There was anger in Evan's voice as he said this.
"You never really loved what you are. Killing people? You despised your blood; your kind. You've so longed for to break the curse, but it was impossible. You belong to the clan's most influential family. A Von Delaire? You're ancestry must have an important role in this battle. Tell me I'm right? Evanne Von Delaire?" Evan's eyes flickered his dark corner. But his voice was compassionate and sounded shaky as he spoke in the dark.
"How did you know all these?"
"The torch bearers in heaven have been doing their job."
"Torch bearers?"
"They're the angels of heaven. For months they have been observing you, watching your every move whenever you'd kill the animals in the farm house in search of food. They've always wondered why you never took in on human blood. And that is why they came upon this conclusion that you were the only vampire in history who loathed his gift; his curse."
"Enough. I don't wanna hear anymore. You're right. I loathed my being a vampire. This curse, it is evil that I cannot take in. Even though I've got the purest heart the blood running through my veins is still the dirtiest blood that came from evil and death and hatred all combined. This curse, is not a gift. We rely on other people to live and survive. We kill. We are murderers. We are vampires. And you do not know how it thoroughly feels." Evan stood up and started to walk away and Constantine followed.
"Wait! Listen, I didn't mean to offend you or anything and if I did I'm sorry. I just want to help. Do you think I love what I'm doing? The bastard that I am to save the world is impossible. But if I really am the redeemer then I might as well put up with it. I just want to help!" He cried grabbing Evan on the back and facing him so that their noses were just a few inches apart. There was a second of silence and unease.
"You can kill all of them. But you will not harm my brother."
"Your brother?"
"Yes. He shall be spared from this battle that we will end once and for all."
"Then you're ready to help us, then?" Constantine asked merely paying attention of the small gap between them. He could already feel the vampire's warm breath against his skin. Evan slightly nodded his head.
"I know almost all the secrets kept within our race for centuries. I can help you."
"Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me."
Evan knew that this night would have to come. The redeemer would come to him and ask him for his help. But he came too late, he had almost lost all hope of fighting against his own curse that could destroy the destiny of everything. Only one reason would provoke him to try, and that is saving the life of Adam, the only family he had left. But he wanted to try everything that could help him now to end this feud between heaven and Earth, even if it meant losing his life.
Evan and Constantine stared quietly at each other, the candles' hazy glow glistening on their damp faces. They were seating so close to each other now as the atmosphere around them seemed to heat up. Evan's eyes stood transfixed on the raven-haired boy beside him whose hazel brown eyes never left him. 'Constantine…' He thought silently to himself. 'What kind of madman would name such a gorgeous creature like that?' He was used to seeing gorgeous raven-haired boys like that in and out of his room every night but this one was utterly unusual. How often do you see a gorgeous chain-smoker with messy black hair claiming to be the redeemer which is in fact true, sweating and sitting beside you in your bedroom? Almost never. Evan watched Constantine's chest rising and falling as he breathed for air unaware of the pair of eyes watching him in the dark. From Constantine's folded sleeves, he slowly admired the symbol of fidelity tattooed on his well-built arms. He knew he should not be doing this, but something from this brunette's impression and air was provoking him to do so.
Constantine gazed at the enthralling Blonde in front of him, admiring the faultless complexion and profile that had captivated him since the moment they first met. His collar was open down to his chest exposing the white velvety flesh underneath. His thin red lips was drawn into a seductive smirk teasing him to touch it, feel it; kiss it. And his sparkling blue eyes resembled the clear waters of the ocean marking its place as one of God's most wonderful creations. Constantine gazed back at them with full fervor ignoring the voice inside his head ordering him to dash out of the door at once.
"Stop looking at me." Evan started out breaking the silence between them. Constantine did not answer. Instead, he jolted towards him and sealed their lips kissing him fervently and ignoring Evan's puzzled whims who consequently responded with equal fervor. Constantine relished the sweet taste of Evan's mouth with his tongue enjoying the pleasure of it all. With mouths locked together, he pushed him against the floor and the vampire did not opposed. It was now the raven's turn to be in control and the blonde's time to be submissive. They were still kissing passionately and out of breaths when Evan broke them out.
"You know-… we, should not be... doing this." He said gasping for air. Constantine got up from him and fell back on the floor exhausted and also gasping for air.
"I know… Sorta' lost control over there." The two sat transfixed on each other again. This time to Constantine's utter amazement, it was Evan who leaped on him and this time unbuttoning his robes as he kissed him. Constantine grinned widely enjoying the thought of Evan's body on top of him. But he was surprised when his weight started to drop on him and the kissing finally died down; Evan's head finally drooped on Constantine's shoulder. Constantine tried to budge him but he was knocked tightly into a deep slumber. A surge of frustration and annoyance rushed over him as he suddenly realized that he'd just been dissed by the beautiful blonde. "Daym." He whispered unbelievably cursing silently to himself.
With his remaining strength he carried Evan across the room and hurled him on his bed.
For the last time by the candlelight, he took one last glimpse at the sleeping vampire before blowing off the candle and shutting the door. It was another long night for Jon Constantine.