Chapter 2
Dreams
I don't own Constantine or any of the characters for that matter except Cameo.
"A girl?", Angela asked curiously almost spying a small blush coming to his face. No…it couldn't be. He couldn't be blushing or could he?
"Yeah…", he whispered. Silence. Angela rolled her eyes. "Well…?"
John sighed deeply running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, well every night I'm in her bedroom, and the box is on the shelf. I notice her standing there staring at it and I start walking towards it.
She doesn't stop me but as I go to try open the box its either she tries to hold me back then or when I finally lift the lid there's this fucking blinding light that I never see what's inside".
"What does she look like?", as John only shrugged. "Dark red hair, honey colored eyes. She sorta petite I guess", as he shrugged once more.
"Well maybe she has something to do with that box".
"Anything's possible Angela. I don't even fucking know if its important or just a dream…"
John stood up walking towards his bedroom. He pulled on his black trench coat fixing his tie before it slipped off.
"Where are you going?", as he looked over his shoulder at her. "I'm going for a walk", pulling out a piece of gum instead of a cigarette.
God he wanted one so much right now that he could taste it. "But you didn't eat your-"
But he was already out the door leaving Angela sitting there with the uneaten breakfast. The sun could barely be seen over the horizon but John didn't mind.
He liked it like that. Whenever he would wake up early like this he would just go out and stare at the sun rising.
It was probably one of the few things that got him going through his day. Leaning against the brick wall he closed his eyes remembering. He could feel her.
He could feel her warm skin as she came beneath him crying his name. He could smell her. Milk and rose. He shivered as he gasped deeply. He leaned his head back.
God she had felt so good. Even though it was a dream it had felt so real to him. The moment he had seen her in his dreams he knew that she wasn't an angel or demon. She was pure human.
He couldn't even remember the last time he did it with a human. And it felt so real, and so right with her. He knew it went on all night. He use to think that maybe that was one of the reasons why he grew so angry at having a wake up.
In his dream world there was no nightmares, and he could have her all the time. She never stopped. She gave herself. He remembered the dreaded words that they both whispered to each other….
"I love you…"
John didn't even know the meaning of this word. But this girl and him obviously had some connection to each other to express such intimate feelings. He spit out his gum on the sidewalk and pulled out another stick.
There was only one thing to do. He had to talk to Papa Midnite. Maybe he would know something about this mysterious woman and this box. He could always count on Papa Midnite for answers no matter how hard it may have been to get them.
He would wait until it got dark. Until then he would just get pass the day.
Papa Midnite sat in his special room, across from him sat a girl. She smiled across from him. "Thanks for letting for me stay Papa Midnite. I promise I'll be leaving soon…"
Midnite only nodded a small smirk coming to his face. "It is no trouble Cameo…"
Cameo Dawson sighed deeply. The shit had really hit the fan for her. Getting up from her chair swinging her bag on her shoulder she stepped out and went upstairs to the bedrooms.
Okay well that's chapter 2. Again I repeat take pity on me and if anyone has any suggestions they are more then welcomed!
