Thanks to everyone support of this story, especially to Believer29 for her continuous input and ideas, there is a new character that I'm developing for this storyline…she is teenager sidekick or sorts named "Skylar"…the story is definitely getting creepier…hope you like it and please review.

Two hundred angels, known as the 'îrin,' which translates to "those who watch" or simply "Watchers," look down upon earth and see the beautiful women there. They descend to earth and take the women as wives, but as they begin to procreate, the women give birth to a race of giants who bring about the near-total destruction of the planet. The angels in heaven plea with God to stop the madness, and God banish the descendent angels to a prison, from which they will not released until the Armageddon. The angels are called the Watchers, and their children -- the giants -- are called the Nephilim.

The Tarrytown forest, 11:30 (7:30 hours till sundown)

The e-mail from Liz to Hellboy:

Hi, saucy red devil!

I called the B.P.R.D and nobody was there…are you guys going on a vacation without me? Things are going ok here and I'm happy and working really hard to make new friends…don't get jealous, you know you can always count on me but I won't be able to go to New Jersey until Thanksgiving so please keep in touch.

Liz

Hellboy was a detective at heart…no sparkie jokes, no I miss you…he was looking for answer in the sentences…he had to read between the lines….he looked closely and found words or phrases like "I'm happy" "Without" "Friends" "Jealous" "Count on me" "but" "keep in touch"…he didn't like the meaning of that but would not be able to tell Abe, he can read minds….so he wrote the words in paper and shut the computer down...the sudden movement didn't go unnoticed to Abe, who moved to get visual contact.

-Is there something wrong Hellboy? - Abe inquired with a sincere tone.

-I'm just hungry…is your turn to make breakfast- Hellboy responded with disdain.

-Want some eggs? - Abe asked.

-We both know how do you eat yours…don't we? - Hellboy reacted with a funny smile that failed miserably, something was off, and he seemed in such a great mood a couple of minutes ago.

-Come on big ape, what is wrong? - Abe was now concerned with his buddy, he thought the death of the guys was getting to him, that is the awful part of the job.

-Just stick to nachos bluefish- Hellboy got a second set of bullets for the Samaritan, he took a third set of bullets and put it inside his wrinkle overcoat.

-Bluefish? - Now he knew something was terribly wrong. – Is there anything you want to talk about? - He added, he knew those mood swings on H.B and they were really dangerous especially today.

-Nachos! Now!- Hellboy yelled while leaving the truck and going outside… he needed fresh air, he felt like things were spinning out of control…he felt dizzy and sat next to a tree… Manning quickly approached him.

-You cool? - Manning could have been talking about the weather for all he knew.

-Manning, you are a talker…if I give you a few words you can come up with a meaning, can't you? - Hellboy asked with a deep tone of voice.

-Maybe, you have the words? - Manning was eager to assist Hellboy…it has helped them in the past.

Hellboy passed the paper to Manning while thinking about the cleaning team, hopefully someone might inform the families in a short notice…they deserved that.

-Someone is getting dumped- Manning's voice was very professional.

-See…I don't like that- Hellboy reacted with disgust in his face.

-Is simple and it reads: I'm happy without you and we are friends so please don't be jealous and you can always count on me but please keep in touch. - Is clear as water…. -Are you playing some sort of charades? - Manning added.

-Something like that- Hellboy replies with a concerned tone.

-Is it something like that or exactly that? - Manning loved to see Hellboy squirm in discomfort; he was always in the receiving end and like the change for a while.

-Don't you have a cover up to make or checks to sign? - Hellboy responded with an angry tone.

-Hey, as a matter of fact I have- Manning left to get better signal for the cell phone… he needs to check for the back up's and the cleaning team. Come up with a viable excuse for the death of those two agents would not be easy…

-Your nachos are ready- Abe screamed from the truck.

-Screw the nachos- H. B screamed back and walk into the woods trying to find peace within him.

The highway (same time)

-Yesterday I had a great hangover and 3 grand on my pocket, but an Angel pop up out of nowhere and screw my life up- Constantine told himself trying to release the pressure. He just got out of the road and the sky seemed to get darker as he approached town…it was a couple of miles upfront but with his luck he would probably be covered by rain and died from high fever and bronchitis…but that is just wishful thinking….so much for free will.

An SUV stopped next to John, he got his hand under his trench coat and got a hold of the dagger…it made him feel better…the door opened and a 16 year old girl show up…beautiful long hair with green eyes and beautiful dimples…she looked surprised but happy.

-Hop in stranger- She said with a beautiful sharp tone.

-Thanks- Constantine quickly answered the idea of being away from the road and a couple of minutes closer to food beat his initial cautions.

-Going into town? - She asked noticing his wrecked clothes.

-Yeah, we kind of have a car situation back there- (Being stomped by a metric ton monster quite covers up for the lie) -and I'm buying new clothes and hoping to find a mechanic today- Constantine was so good at lying that sometimes even he couldn't tell.

-Well my name is Skylar, Skylar Channing- The girl said.

-Nice to meet you Skylar my name is John, John Constantine- John replied back. (As soon as he finished the sentence he realized the mistake he made…if you are planning a cover up story please don't tell them you're real name).

-John Constantine? Get outta of here! - She seemed thrilled to have John Constantine in her car.

-That is my name…you can see my credit cards (all max out, of course) - John reacted to the comment, he didn't know his reputation preceded him away from L.A.

- I thought you were an urban legend, the man who defeated the devil- Skylar replied back.

-It wasn't exactly like that, how do you know that story?- Constantine was now curious…he felt butterflies in his stomach at the memory of such a traumatic event, the possession of Angela, the deal with the devil, Gabriel, but worst of all the death of Chas hunted him everyday.

-Well you are like the Jessica Simpson of the underworld in the internet, why didn't you hook up with Angela? - Skylar began talking but suddenly had to hit the breaks to avoid an accident against a deer that crossed the street.

-Jesus- John got his hand in front of the dashboard in time but her papers landed all over the place.

-Sorry- Skylar was a little ashamed of her lack of concentration; they could have had an accident.

-Don't sweat it kid, it happen to the best of us- John was trying to show little concerned for the incident…maybe a paternal flower was blossoming in him, maybe he was just to hungry….he was trying to get her papers in order, she seemed to be a painter of sorts then suddenly she saw a carbon drawing of the Hessian and Hellboy in the river…it was not possible, nobody was there.

-Where did you get this? - He demanded to know.

-Sometimes I draw things…yesterday I was over a friend's house and I kind of passed out, today I had these drawings… I don't know what they mean- she was getting scared of this man.

He looked up and a shadow stood in the way of the highway.

It was Gabriel.

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