Disclaimer: Angela and John, sadly are not mine. I wish they were…that'd be really cool!
A/N: Yesh, I am back! Haha, I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter. Much, much, much action is promised in the next one!
Chapter 4: Bringing You Forth
John Constantine entered his dim grungy apartment that stayed above the bowling alley. They had just arrived from Ravenscar. Angela had tried to get him to move out it for years, yet he refused. They weren't married; John didn't want to endanger Angela and now Blair with the demons. The detective really believed that he just wasn't ready for a long-term commitment, but she never expressed that to him. They were still boyfriend and girlfriend though John never openly called Angela his girlfriend after seven years.
They had the arrangement that John kept Blair after school until Angela got off from work. There were times when the young girl slept in the apartment with John if Angela worked late. He'd give her his bed and sleep on the couch though he found that Blair would inch her way onto the couch with him during the night. It took a lot of adjustment for John; he wasn't used to much change at once.
The news of Angela being pregnant even hit him hard. Protection they had used, yet...those damned Trojan condom commercials lied… So the pill Angela went to, but it was too late. (I have no idea why, but I just wanted to throw that in there that way. . )
Angela came in after him and closed the door. Her nose crinkled at the smell of aged congealed blood. The cops hadn't cleaned the place up at all. She covered her nose for a moment, hoping that John would finish as soon as possible. "You can come back to my place, you know John." She muttered through her sleeve.
"Yeah," was the only response John gave as he went on to the biggest bloodstain on the tiled floor. The police said that most of the blood was Blair's, just what he needed. Constantine was careful not stand in the blood. He stretched his hand out and Angela gave him the golden arrow that Michael had used on his daughter.
"You sure this will work?"
"No." John answered. He hadn't done this in seven years. It drained a lot out of him.
The detective was used to John's one word and or one-line answers. She hugged herself, her nose finally relaxing, getting used to the awful smell. John showed no sign cringing from it. She tried to forget seeing Constantine's limp pale body lying on the floor in the pool of cooling blood, just barely breathing.
"Back up," muttered John, putting the arrow down. Angela nodded and backed away to the door. He shoved his stiff sleeves up just above his elbows and got to his knees. John closed his eyes for a moment and was careful not to take too deep of a breath, not wanting to catch the smell of old blood. Constantine opened his eyes, anger gleaming in them and he concentrated. He pressed the half triangle symbols tattooed to his arms together, creating one. "Into the light I command thee." He whispered, power dispersing from his body.
Angela gasped at the sudden release of energy. The power of John Constantine surged throughout the room, deforming the walls into blackness. "Into the light I command thee." Constantine said louder and clearer, watching the walls dissolve into shadows, darkness taking its place. He was beginning to tire with the power draining from his body, but John would not stop until he was satisfied.
Constantine felt the pressure coming down from the ceiling. "Into the light I command thee!" A tremor ran through the apartment just as the silhouette of angel wings appeared. Michael fully emerged, looking annoyed. He didn't have his arrows with him, but the sword sheath was strapped to his back. The angel was shirtless, but wore pure white jogging pants. John jumped up, grasping the golden arrow, his other hand reaching into his pocket for the dagger.
He rushed the descending angel, attempting to drive the arrow into his stomach. Michael grabbed John's wrist, quickly stopping the entrance of the arrow at his chiseled stomach, but the half-angel missed the dagger. Constantine slid the blade to the angel's neck. "Give me one good god damned reason why I shouldn't kill you where you stand."
Watching this, Angela had drawn her gun, but it was pointing at the ceiling. Michael glared into John's dark eyes as he still held the man's wrist so he wouldn't stab him with the arrow. "You have all the reason of the world to kill me, but not now John. This war needs me. I am all the more sorry for taking such a young life."
That only made Constantine press the blade into Michael's throat. A few dark drops of blood drizzled down the neck of the archangel and onto his slightly tanned chest. "You didn't kill her." John muttered, but still wanted to take the angel's life for such an attempt.
Michael's eyes widened. "And that would explain why I'm still an angel."
"But the attempt is worth your death."
The angel very carefully shook his head. "God is truly with you. If I am to die, then there is a future purpose behind it."
"God left me when I pulled that knife across my wrists."
Michael raised his eyebrows at that. "How blind you are."
Angela's eyes danced between John and Michael each time they spoke. Her arm began to hurt as she held her gun up. Some kind of acid seeps into your muscles when you hold something up and or out for too long.
John slowly pulled his dagger from the angel's neck. As he tried to pull his wrist back from the strong grasp, Michael held on, the white fire beginning to burn in his icy blue eyes. "You won't get close that me again with a weapon in your hands." The angel whispered before letting go.
John only glared in response, letting the silence settle in. Angela holstered her gun, taking a few steps forward. She didn't want to go any farther because she could almost taste the ugly smell of the blood in mouth. "Balthazar has Blair." Angela said to Michael, breaking the nerve racking silence.
The half-angel nodded. "But they cannot harm her. I saw the three interlocked circles pendant on her necklace before she was shot. Thank John for that. That is protection enough for the child."
"Gabriel could remove it." John muttered.
Michael slightly smiled. "She can't and won't. Evil can't touch the blessed pendant." The angel was smiling, glad that Gabriel had fallen to the 'dark' side. Now he could take her praised place as God's right hand messenger.
"What are we going to do?" Angela asked.
"Kill Irkalla and get our daughter back." John said, looking at the detective with a slight gleam of adoration in his eyes.
"Ah, so you believe that you can cross planes and kill the Queen of the Underworld?" Michael laughed at that. "Nergal would let that happen, but John, you make it sound like a simple task, which I assure it will not be." The smile still played across his lips.
"We just need the right people."
"Who do you suggest?" Michael asked.
John gave a small smile, thinking. "I'm sure Midnite will join us."
"I know two twin angels who love an adventure. Jave and Jagon."
Constantine just looked at Michael, hearing those names. How do people come up with these names! "That's just as bad at Duck."
Angela glared. "That is not. I still see nothing wrong with a cat named Duck!"
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Duck?"
The detective crossed her arms. "Now seriously neither of you has any creativity."
"Nor does anyone who wants to call their cat Duck." Michael muttered with a smile. Angela humphed at that and said nothing else. A wide smile came onto John's face. He was glad someone agreed that the name duck was ridiculous.
"So, five people? You, me, Midnite if he agrees and the twin angels?" Michael asked. John just nodded.
"What about me!" Angela asked.
Both of the guys glanced at her. "Truthfully, what can you do besides waste a magazine clip of bullets into the demons? They are already dead. The bullets will not work."
"Then how will an army of five get past an army of dead warriors?" Angela defensively asked.
"You leave that to us." Michael answered with a smile.
"John, say something!" She said.
He didn't say anything for a long moment, unsure of what would trigger the arguments that he hated so much. "He does have a point Angela…" John muttered, stepping toward Angela, carefully missing the puddle of blood.
"First you wanted to kill him, now you're siding with him!"
John sighed and placed his hands on Angela's arms, slightly surprised she didn't push away in her usual stubborn way. "I can't lose you like I did Blair. Please…"
"I can help!"
"Angela—"
"John." She said back in a warning voice.
"Women," muttered Michael.
"Excuse me?" Angela said, hearing what Michael said, her head jerking his way.
John ran his hands up and down the detective's arms to get her attention. "Ignore him." He looked into her hazel eyes, lowering her voice. "Please Angela. I never ask much of you. Just this once, I ask that you stay here. Just in case we get some new news about Blair. Do it for her."
Angela just stood there for a moment, thinking hard and she finally said, "If you die, I'm coming after you."
A smile crept across John's lips. "Thank you," he whispered, giving her a small kiss, it quickly ending after Michael's 'coughs' could be heard.
"Are you two love birds done?"
John looked into Angela's eyes one more time. "Are we?"
She slowly smiled and nodded. "Are you guys going now?"
"After I get a few things, we will. I'll meet you back at your apartment later." John answered.
Review Response:
Karilee Kamicat: Yes, Angela is Blair's mother and thanks a lot!
Silverbloodrain: lol, don't worry, they're working on it! Though something could always happen to Blair in the mean time, with or without the protection of the necklace. ;)
HiddenOperaAngel: Yay! I get to live to write another chapter! lol. As far as explaining Blair's birth…I'll need to add that in some where…where? I'm not sure…I was thinking I could do a prequel of this story (it'd still be a sequel to the movie though) for the birth of Blair, not sure…
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A/N: Thanks you guys! Your reviews keep me goin' and I appreciate them a lot! Merci beaucoup, bientot.