Disclaimer: Constantine isn't mine! If he were, he wouldn't be exorcising demons, he'd be too busy doing other things... XD Michael, the archangel is considered mine though he's from the legends. Blair is completely mine! Um...yeah, the plot and ideas are mine as well.

Chapter 2: Taken

Michael still slightly smiled, looking down at John. "Well thank you for your help."

Constantine didn't respond. He got to his feet, ignoring the sharp pain shooting up his arms from the scratches. "Blair." He said to the girl as she kept staring at Michael. She slowly turned to look at John.

"Y…yeah?" The child stammered.

"Go get me the bandage wraps and penicillin." Blair nodded and ran from the room, not needing to be told twice.

John shook his head and looked the slightly swaying half-angel up and down. The blood ceased to come from archangel's wounds.

Michael ignored John's gaze as he wiped his bloody sword on his already ruined shirt. "Does it hurt?" Constantine asked. He knew that half-angels weren't supposed to feel pain.

Michael shook his head. "We bleed, but feel no pain. How do you think I made it this far? Half-angels bleed like humans, but we heal fast with the help of God." John just nodded. "I'll just need to rest a bit."

"How long?" John asked.

Michael smiled; glad to find that Constantine found interest in him. He heard that the exorcist was hard to get along with. John was a guy you either loved or hated. "In an hour or two, I should be able fine. By then, my wounds will be healed just a bit." John nodded, noting that in the back of his mind. Michael looked at Constantine's arms. "Give me your hand." The half-angel said.

John suspiciously glanced at him. "I'll be fine."

Michael sighed. "Have it your way." Michael pulled his ruined now blood red but once white tank top off, showing a bloodied somewhat muscular stomach.

John thought about the half-demon that attacked him. "The half-demon, he turned from a shadow." He muttered, catching Michael's attention. "That's not normal."

Michael shrugged, tossing his shirt into the trashcan. "That was a new brand of demon. It was a new demon. There are some things I need to talk to you about. We have a whole new Hell to fight."

Just when John was about to ask what he meant, Blair came from the back of the apartment, giving John gauze, bandages and the penicillin. Constantine headed to the table to fix his arms, caring about that more at the moment. The archangel gasped at the sight of the girl. He felt smothered by her presence. Something didn't seem right to the angel. "My God…"

"What?" Blair asked. She saw bewilderment in Michael's eyes.

"Irkalla…" The half-angel muttered.

John quickly looked up from his wounds. "What did you say?" He asked.

Michael backed away from Blair until he hit the apartment wall. Blair stood there puzzled, and then she turned to look at John. "He said Irkalla."

"What's wrong?" John asked Michael. He didn't know who the hell Irkalla was.

The angel gasped and shook his head. "Nothing." He shuddered, his hand reaching behind him. John watched the movement and slowly stood.

"Irkalia is her middle name." Constantine muttered, his own hand reaching underneath the table where a golden gun waited for the man's touch.

"Which is another name for her. She is Irkalla." Michael gasped again, quickly pulling a golden arrow from his backpack. It seemed time slowed down though everything took place in just seconds.

Blair's eyes widened, as did John's. "Dad…" The girl whispered with much fear as she called out to John.

A bow of dark bendable wood appeared into Michael's hand and the angel took careful aim, turning the bow to its side, looking straight at Blair over the top. "NO!" Constantine yelled to Michael, running for the child, not having time to pull the gun from the table.

"DAD!" Blair yelled, running to John.

"Run! The other way!" John commanded but in panic, Blair rushed for her father. Michael released the arrow just as the child reached Constantine's grasp when he kneeled. She collapsed in his arms as the arrow pierced her. The front tip of the arrow ripped through her flesh, exiting and going into John, just below his heart. With Michael firing the arrow in such a close range, it would make a devastating blow.

John fell to his knees, holding his daughter to him, the arrow disabling them to break away. Blair and her father, gasped at the same time, her head dropping onto his shoulder. Constantine stood there on his knees, his body shuddering as he felt his shirt being soaked through with blood. Pain shook John's body as Blair's went still against him.

Constantine felt his shoulder soak through, knowing Blair was crying, her breaths coming in deep pants. With instinct, his hand kneaded her back as she whispered to him, "Daddy…it hurts…"

"I know." John choked, collapsing to the floor, holding his daughter. He knew he could do nothing more. Just before losing consciousness, Constantine's dark eyes looked into Michael's fire lit ones, promising much revenge. The archangel gulped, his bow disappearing. "Son…of a b--" John muttered, his eyes closing, him unable to finish his last words.

A/N: Sorry you guys...I HAD to do it! It pained me to write just as much as you to read it...review!