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New breed of evil	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 8343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Constantine, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Since Aff is working
again there will finally be some new updates. I hope that some of you
still remember my story. During the time Aff was down I finished the
story and will be posting the last chapters as soon as possible.

Warnings: contains
gruesome murder (if you've come this far in the story it most likely
won't bother you)

Chapter 23 – Today is a nice day to die

Angela slowly crawled
closer to the teen she had shot. He was almost still a boy, his
features looking innocent and lifeless under the sparse light of the
flickering candle. A trickle of blood had flown from his mouth, red
on his pale cheek.

She had no idea how she
knew it, but that wasn't the serial killer she had been tracing. He
was just a boy and she had killed him, had taken an innocent life.
Feeling bile rise up in her throat Angela ran over to her bathroom,
forcefully retching into her sink as voices neared her flat.

When she returned to
her living room neighbors had already
gathered at her door and the faint sound of police sirens in the
distance could be heard. But somehow it was all muted as if she was
wrapped in cotton, the thought that she had just killed an innocent
the only thing on her mind. She needed to go to confession, needed to
cleanse herself of the evil she had accidentally committed,
but for now the shock was too deep.

Sinking down in her
armchair she waited for the police to arrive, drawing into herself as
she pushed the world out of her mind.

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John was sitting in
Angela's armchair, waiting for her to return from the police station.
He had followed her around the whole time and had been amused at the
sudden hard fall she had taken. Guilt and regret permeated the air
around her, it's sweet aroma almost as pleasant as the nicotine-laden
smoke of the cigarette he just lit himself.

The wish to go to
confession could clearly be read in her mind, but she was weary from
a long day and John was certain that she wouldn't go there
immediately. When she returned to her apartment tonight her soul
would still be tainted, an easy target for his games.

And when she died her
soul would go down to hell, finally replacing the soul of Isabel. His
gaze wandered through the simple flat, landing on one of the shadowy
corners. The killer waited there, hidden to human eyes by the
lingering darkness. But John's demonic ones were able to make out his
masked features and the blood-red robe, so similar to the one the kid
had worn.

He was nervous and
filled with anticipation, in awe of the demonic figure sitting in an
armchair on the other side of the room. And he was ready to kill, to
accomplish the mission he had been sent on in the name of Lucifer.

John couldn't suppress
the smirk that flitted over his features as he read the killer's
mind. Such a faithful and foolish servant. The pathetic little
asshole really thought that killing Angela would earn him a special
place in hell as some kind of personal
servant for Lucifer. The thought in itself was amusing enough, but
even funnier was the way the killer imagined Lu to look.

A huge, blood-red beast
with horns and claws, sitting on a huge throne. He'd really be
disappointed if he knew the truth. And Lu would probably be just as
amused as himself by the images in the young man's head. They were
idealistic nonsense he had picked out of
books, having never seen a real demon before he met John.

John was shaken out of
his musings as the sound of footsteps reached his ears. Angela was
coming up the stairs, weary and tired, her soul filled with despair
and guilt. It was time to begin. Mentally telling the killer to stay
absolutely silent in his corner John lit himself a fresh cigarette,
waiting for the detective to arrive.

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She felt as if the
weight of the whole world suddenly rested on her shoulders, pressing
her down and suffocating her with guilt. Every person she had shot
during her career suddenly appeared in her mind again, haunting her
and reminding her of her past. All of them had been criminals and she
had had no other choice but to shoot them, but that didn't do
anything to ease the guilt. It was there, stronger than it had ever
been before as she inserted her key in the lock and opened her door.

The sight that greeted
her was something she hadn't expected in the least, almost causing
her to drop her handbag in surprise. John Constantine was sitting in
her armchair, calmly smoking a cigarette, his expression unreadable.

After she had awoken in the destroyed hospital Angela had looked
everywhere, trying to find John. She had been to Midnite's, every
single church in L.A. and had even gone by his apartment at least
once a week without finding even the slightest trace of the exorcist.

And now he was sitting right in her flat, looking as if nothing in
the world could surprise or shake him up, perfect in his black suit
and white shirt. Resisting the urge to simply run over to him and
throw herself in his arms to cry her eyes out Angela stepped into her
apartment. She was completely focused on John, not even glancing at
the dark corner next to her door.

“John. What are you doing here? I searched for you after you
vanished at the hospital. I couldn't find
you and now you are here.”

The only answer she got from the still figure in front of her was
an exhalation of smoke and continued silence. Something wasn't right.
The thought was nudging at the back of her mind, calling to her that
danger was close. But that was ridiculous. Why would John pose a
danger to her? He was an exorcist after all.

“John?” Her voice sounded a little insecure now as she
took a step closer to her armchair.

She would have screamed as John's lips suddenly curved into a
sinister smile and a devilish red glint appeared in his eyes, but she
didn't have the air to do so. Struggling against the rope that wound
itself around her throat Angela tried to break free, disbelief and
panic sweeping through her body.

Why wasn't John helping her? But she knew the answer to that, had
subconsciously known it the moment she had
entered the flat. This wasn't the John Constantine she had known, but
something else, something evil. Angela still tried to call out for
him as her vision grew fuzzy, the lack of air taking it's toll. The
last thing she saw before everything went black was John putting out
his cigarette, a smile upon his lips.

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Putting his feet on the coffee table John watched as the serial
killer did his work. He had stripped Angela's unconscious
body, tying her to a large wooden crucifix he had until that moment
hidden in her bedroom. But now it stood right in the middle of
Angela's living room as the killer slowly
circled his prey.

John let his eyes wander over her body, coming to the conclusion
that it wasn't much of a loss to kill her. He had more beautiful
bodies at his disposal so the demons could have their fun with her.
While John's thoughts momentarily wandered off to Lucifer, Balthazar
and Chas, the serial killer pressed a wet cloth to Angela's face,
trying to bring her out of unconsciousness.

Redirecting his attention to her as soon as she started blinking
her eyes the former exorcist lit himself another cigarette,
delighting in the muffled moans that fell from her mouth. It would
have been a real pleasure to hear her scream, but since that wasn't
possible in the apartment building the killer had gagged her. A pity,
but if he wanted to he could listen to her screams for all eternity.
Although Lu would probably want to play with her first after all the
time he had waited for her soul.

Mentally commanding the other man to
hurry up, since he had other things to do John watched as the killer
pulled a large ritualistic knife from his robes and started circling
the detective. The whole satanic shit he was doing was going on
Constantine's nerves, but he decided to just suffer through it for
the following show.

The wonderful smell of blood suddenly
permeated the air as red crosses appeared on Angela's cheeks, the
knife slicing through her skin as if it was butter. Her pained cries
were swallowed by the gag, but Constantine could hear them clearly in
his head as she screamed for help and forgiveness.

The killer moved downwards on her body,
his knife cutting crosses in her palms and above her knees. Blood was
now running over her skin, coloring it red before it dripped onto her
boring beige carpet. Staring at the pool of red liquid John resisted
the urge to go over and lick the blood from her body. He now
understood why Lu was so fascinated and turned on by it. The sweet,
metallic aroma was enticing his senses, sending ripples of
pleasurable sensation down his spine.

It was amusing to watch Angela's eyes
take on a shocked expression as he slid his hands down to stroke his
hard cock. The smell of her blood intensified as the killer moved the
knife over to her face, placing a cut on top of her nose. Even if she
hadn't been gagged Angela's screams would have fallen silent then,
since the blood pouring over her nose and mouth made it hard for her
to breathe.

Her pain and despair mixed with the sinful smell of the killer's
arousal, heightening John's desire. He had opened his pants, speeding
the pace of his hand as he occasionally swiped a drop of pre-cum from
the tip. So close. His heartbeat sped up as Angela's began to slow,
the blood loss taking it's toll.

But she was still far from dead. Her will to survive was unbroken,
even if she didn't believe in it anymore. Then the killer's knife
slipped into her abdomen, cutting in a cross like
motion. Even as her intestines fell to the ground with a sickening
thud her heart continued to beat, trying to escape the damnation she
knew to be facing.

A race she couldn't win. The moment her heart stopped beating John
succumbed to his climax, the smell of death enough to push him over
the edge. Drops of blood were still falling to the ground, spreading
out on the carpet and mixing with John's cum.

Disinterestedly cleaning himself the former exorcist lit a
cigarette, taking in the vision of Angela's corpse on the cross. Lu'd
be happy. And if the Devil was pleased that meant he was looking
forward to a good fuck. Not even sparing the serial killer that had
fallen to his knees in front of him a last glance John vanished from
the room.

TBC...
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