Chapter 7

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"So that's what you've been hiding away in that box of yours", as she slowly nodded hiding her face from his sight.

Well John wouldn't lie. He was in disbelief. The Keys of Heaven. Who would have thought?

"How did you come to possess these keys?"

Cameo only shrugged. "I just got them. Had a freaky ass dream, and I was told that I have to return the keys to the Vatican", as she once again shrugged her shoulders as if it was an everyday thing.

"Why do they have to be returned?"

"Haven't you noticed John?"

"What?"

"Haven't you noticed more angels here in LA then usual?"

"The gates of heaven have been locked. No angels can get in and no angels can get out. Even more of a problem is that the souls of the dead are trapped in purgatory because they cannot enter. They aren't suppose to be in purgatory and the sooner the keys are returned to the Vatican the sooner the gates will open".

"So what this means you have to rush to get there? Why do the keys need to be in the church as soon as possible? Can't God do anything about it? I mean it is his gate", he murmured sarcastically.

"God has no control over the gates anymore. The moment the keys were given to St. Peter they belonged to St. Peter. With the gates involved God has no power over them…", as she twiddled her fingers.

"There's something else isn't there?", as she looked up from her hands.

"What else is there Cameo?"

Cameo sighed running her fingers through her hair. "Lucifer also wants the keys…"

"Why? What sort of power could he obtain with them?"

"If he has the keys he can control the gates and that would also mean that demons of the underworld could enter heaven. It would create complete chaos…"

As she spoke these words Constantine stood up suddenly looking fearful. "The box isn't with you is it?", as she shook her head confusingly.

"Shit!", as he started pulling on his trench coat, but was stopped as he felt a warm hand grab his. "Don't worry, he can't touch them", as his movements stopped to look at her.

"I would have to willingly give him the keys for him to have it. If he touches them it cause's him immense pain. There's nothing he can do", as John slowly calmed down, as he started to pull his jacket off.

Sighing, John crumpled to the floor in distress. Great…another excellent adventure for John Constantine. More evil, and probably much more blood shed. Wow, he almost wet himself from the excitement.

"How did you die?"

John looked up, as she looked at him curiously almost feeling guilty at asking such a personal question.

"How did you know I died?"

"There's just this thing about you I guess…", as John only smirked.

"So you can feel me?", as Cameo blushed slightly glaring at him.

"No it was a gut feeling asshole", as John grinned back at her.

"Come on…", as John grabbed her hand pulling her up.

"Where are we going?", as he only pulled her out the door locking it on his way out. He lead her up the stairs up to the next floor. Going through another door they reached another pair of stairs.

As he opened the door, a rush of warm night air enveloped him. Cameo walked up behind him as they had made it to the roof of the building.

Pulling her hand to follow him, he led her over till they stood in the middle of the roof. Pulling her down they both laid down side by side as they watched the stars.

Silence came between them, as they stared at the stars. "I was fifteen."

Cameo turned her head to look at his. He was deep in thought as he continued to stare at the stars as if to memorize them.

"The things I saw haunted me. I just couldn't take it anymore. So I tried to commit suicide. I was dead for 2 minutes, and during that time I was in hell", as he sighed closing his eyes.

"Ever since then lets just say Lucifer has kept a front row seat for the me on the trolley to hell", he remarked sarcastically.

Cameo turned over on her side and looked at him. "I see him all the time", as John turned to look at her.

"What do you mean?"

"He comes to visit me wanting and begging me for the box. He visits me in my nightmares…"

"He says if I give him the keys he can make my stigmata stop, but as you can see I still refuse".

"I would have thought that you would want this fucking shit to stop happening to you? Don't you want it to stop?"

Cameo shrugged. "Well yeah, but its my burden that God gave me. He has faith in me, and I trust him".

John only snorted. "He gave this to you and yet you don't hate him? You should hate him with everything. I mean look what he has caused to happen to you! He has done nothing for you Cameo. Nothing…", he answered back snarling as he looked at the sky.

"That's the difference between you and me John. I have faith in him, and everything he is. If I am to die, then I will die. He chose me, because he believes I am strong enough".

"Not gonna lie. I hate it a lot. The pain is unbearable and being in a mental institution didn't help matters either but fuck it then", stretching herself out on the ground as she saw a shooting star fly across the sky.

They lay in silence as they just stared at the vast maze of stars that fluttered across the sky.

"I won't let you die"

"I know John…"

"When are you going to leave?"

"I don't know. Kinda scared with Lucifer's nasty ass minions watching my every move. They will do anything to make sure I don't leave LA, with the box".

John lifted himself up on his elbows as he turned to Cameo. "Then just stay here with me. Just get the box and stay here. I'll get you to the Vatican…", as Cameo looked up at him her eyes widened with disbelief.

"You have to be shitting me…", as she stood up standing over him. "Listen John you've been really nice and everything but your already way in over your head by just knowing me. I've caused you too many problems already. So just forget about it", as she started walking away towards the door.

"Wait Cameo stop! Just stop! Okay?", as she stopped but kept her back to him. John sighed. "Every night when I go to bed, and I fall asleep. You wanna know what I see? I see you! I have no fucking clue who the hell you are and why I see you but I do! And what's even worst is that I see you so fucking much that I love it! You don't let me have nightmares anymore! You watch over me!"

Cameo's body grew stiff at John's confession. Turning around she looked at him. "How long have you known me John?"

"Weeks", he confessed.

"You have known me for weeks yet I've only known you for a day. How is that possible?"

"Well…weird shit can happen in the dream world", as Cameo began rubbing the bridge between her eyes. She was exhausted. Her head was aching, she attacked a man, and the box was still in her blood covered apartment. Life just sucked right then and there.

"I have to go…", she mumbled quickly walking across the roof. "Wait Cameo! Come on Cameo! What else do you know!", as she started running quickly through the door and down the flight of stairs. Before John could reach her she was gone. Out of sight.

Walking down a small flight of stairs the bouncer held up another large card. "Spider tap dancing", as she walked past the bouncer walking into the mysterious night club. Walking pass a few angels they seemed to laugh as they blew across a glass of water causing the it to become dark red. Wine.

"Still a cool party trick for everybody. Jesus would be so proud right now", walking pass everyone, up another flight of stairs to her bedroom. Taking out her keys and opening her door she walked inside to find Balthazar sitting on her bed smiling viciously at the box that lay beside him.

Okie dokie! Well there's chapter 7! Hope you guys liked! Please review!