A/N: I've come to the realization that Haunted by Evanescence is a perfect song for John, especially regarding Lucifer. On that note, this story will be a Lucifer/Constantine. Yes, you read that correctly, I said the original fallen angel and our favorite bad-mouthing, rude, arrogant magi.

I'm writing this because I was inspired after I saw the movie Constantine on Sunday, February 27th. I said in the notes at the top of my slash fiction, Rising Flames, that I decided to write one original story with Lucifer and an original character and then this one. Of course, I saw it a second time with my friend on April 2nd.

One more thing- if you like Constantine fanfiction, even if you don't like the Lu/John pairing, go read this fic: The Devil's Own by Mercuria. It's really good and I think you'll like it too. Yes, yes, I know – very long author's notes.

Disclaimer: Sad as it is, I cannot lay claim to John or Lucifer. Though it would be cool to have a chibi devil. grin

Drawing You Down Chapter I

John Constantine looked around him and hoped that it was a dream. He swore that he hadn't killed himself but why else was he here? The burning cars and flames were making him sweat and he could sense the soldier demons following him. He approached a clear intersection in the grotesque replica of the City of Angels and instantly knew that something was amiss. The demons had backed off and the air, despite the burning debris, was still.

He looked around and saw nothing. Starting to move forward, he felt the pressure around him suddenly increase, forcing him to his knees and the cracked pavement. The exorcist glanced up from where his eyes had been fixed on the ground, knowing something was now very wrong. As his eyes caught sight of shoeless feet, he knew why his sixth sense was screaming in alarm. His eyes seemed to want to stay on the bare feet, but John forced himself to look further, inching up the pristine white pants and white coat to the face of the one person he might possibly fear. He shook his head wildly.

"No, this has to be a dream. I know I didn't kill myself. I shouldn't be here. I've done nothing wrong since my second chance."

"John, John, John. You of all people should know better. Nothing is ever what it seems, here or up there." Lucifer bent down to John and grabbed his chin.

John tried to wrench his head out of the king's grasp, but said grip was firm and the rest of his limbs seemed to be rooted to the slowly melting asphalt. "What did you do to me? Why can't I move?' He was angry that he was here when he couldn't remember doing anything that would put him here again. He'd stopped smoking after his second death and he drank less. He hadn't killed anyone either.

The white-suited man shook his head and chuckled, tightening his hold on the magus's chin. "I didn't do anything. Well, except claim what's rightfully mine." He leaned in until their faces were only millimeters apart and licked his cheek. The man who had first been cast down from heaven grinned as he felt the younger man shudder.

The dark-haired man started to make a smart-assed remark, but then his vision went black. He shouted and found himself sitting up in bed, clenching his fists in sweat-soaked sheets. He closed his eyes for a second and then punched the mattress. "God damn it! What the hell was that?" He looked around and didn't see anything out of place. He didn't sense anything was amiss, except for that freaky dream he'd just had.

"No, he's messing with my head again, trying to get me to do something that'll screw up my chances again." He swung his legs out of bed and strode into the bathroom, staring into the mirror as he fumbled with the light switch. The sudden brightness made him squint, but he soon adjusted. "You're desperate Lu, and I'm not going to fall for your tricks again. God let me in, remember?" He glared at his reflection and turned away, walking back into his bedroom.

He was about to get back into bed when he paused and sniffed the air. His nose was overwhelmed by the intense smell of cigar smoke and tar. He followed the smell and stumbled to a stop at the sight in his living room. Smoke filled the air and he actually gaped at the person sitting in his favorite chair.

"No fucking way. You are not here right now, you're just not!" John yelled at the older white male in front of him.

"Why John, what a welcome. After I came up here to respond to your angry words, too."