I would like to thank Believer29,captain crossover,LeoLupin for their reviews, I'm very sorry that I couldn't update sooner, that would change in the next couple of days believe me, I had my doubts when I started working on this fic but new ideas have come forward and I sincerely hope you like them.

Chapter 1

New York 2 AM (6 hours after watching the news)

Some decisions are beyond god redemption, those are the one that a man should always avoid.

Manning was thinking the next words that are were going to come out of his mouth, he was used to see violence and deal with some kind of monster (Hellboy included)…but hellspwans and demons were a little beyond his reach…he looked around and told Hellboy:

"It was a good movie, like the whole creepy tone"

"I like the performance of Johnny Deep, not so much Christina Ricci" Added Hellboy with little concern, he was looking around for some clove leaves while making some special Christmas rounds, you know the ones you get a really nasty surprise kind.

-So this Hess…- Manning couldn't remember the name, his head just kept telling him the headless horseman, over and over….but he would never admit he was scared.

"Hessian" added Abe from the adapted tank in the new vehicle of the Paranormal Activities and Operation Bureau, if you looked from outside all you could see was a large truck similar to those from rap stars and NASCAR riders.

"Yes Hessian... right, German guy with a fetish for heads, now…how do we killed it?" added Hellboy while getting the new bullets inside the chamber.

"Doesn't say" while looking at the book in front of the tank.

"Do you ever find any answer in those books?" responded Hellboy with a funny grin.

"Would you ever stop annoying me?" answer Abe back with no remorse or fear.

"NO" Added Hellboy on a sarcastic tone.

"Why don't you try reading a bit?" Added Abe now a little bit more exasperated.

"Don't want to clamp your style Bluefish…isn't that your thing?"

Abe choose to swim to the other side of the tank, he hated when Hellboy gets sarcastic and mean…yet he understands that's his way to handle fear...he can sense it.

Dr. Manning felt a little lightheaded and choose to sit in a chair next to the windows, the landscape was getting creepier and he was just know thinking that probably wasn't a good idea to have watch the movie before.

"What's our cover up story this time baldie?" Add Hellboy while looking on his personal stock of crucifixes.

We are a going to shoot some footage for national geographic; American Landscapes is going to be called. Responded Manning with a satisfying face, it always pleased him to find excuses fast.

"I'm a bad photographer, we should have brought Liz" Added Abe from the tank

"I know but Liz is preparing for some test to get into NYU" Added Hellboy, since that fatidic day many months ago, Hellboy and Liz have started to grow a special dynamic…he's giving her space to do her things, she doesn't ask about the creepy work he has done over time… not great, but always improving.

"How far till we get there" Asked Manning to the driver.

"15 minutes, give or take" Answer an impersonal voice from the front of the vehicle.

"Great, daddy is going to take you hunting" Added Hellboy while contemplating the Samaritan in his leg holster.

Somewhere in the middle of U.S, midnight eastern time.

I'm running in the woods from someone that comes from the darkness, I can hear a horse and the swing of a blade while cutting through the air with a whistling sound, I run and my chest feels like a furnace, I'm going to pass out…his going to kill me, it's getting closer….I can't make it…so I duck for cover.

The heavy blade passed through my hair as I lay on the floor, he couldn't stop so he kept running to get a wide turn and charge from the front…I felt how hot it was, it's devils fire…it doesn't burn, it is just pain and misery on a metal stick.

The creature stops and I can feel its presence…so you're the Hessian I told myself, I look for a glass ampoule filled with holy water in my overcoat…but never got the chance to use it.

Something hits me in the chest, I fall down….I try to reach for the holly water that is now lying on the floor, then a shadow steps on me and I pull myself together to avoid crying… he gets close to me and the moon light shines on her face….is red with fiery eyes.

A big hand covers my face…. I'm dead.

The mans known as John Constantine wakes up in the first class area of an Boeing 737 going from LAX to JFK in New York, he is covered in sweat and a flight attendant comes to him, she has a beautiful smile and blond hair and thankfully she is not a half breed.

"Dreaming sucks" he told himself.

-Do you need feel ok, sir?" She asked on a concerned tone.

"I'm fine thanks" then Constantine added "Do you have some water and peanuts?"

"We have sir, now…would I suggest something else?"

"Yes"

"I suggest you go to the bathroom and a double scotch will be expecting you in your seat" suggested the flight attendant.

"I think that is a great idea ma'am" responded Constantine with a luscious smile.

The pretty blond went away to find the drink, Constantine pretended that ha wasn't looking at her skirt….he failed miserably.

And then he thought of Angela…damn, every time he talks to a girl, Angela comes aboard…you must do something about that he told himself.

He stands up and walks inside this luxurious bathroom, not like the cheap and uncomfortable ones in tourist…he wants to look his best, he read the original story of Sleepy Hollow but couldn't find a hint of what he was supposed to do…he hated that nightmare…the running, being hit, the red face…he splashed some water in his face, close his eyes and when he look back in the mirror, he gasp of surprise.

-It was Chas looking at him from behind.