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Fading into the light	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 9775 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warning: still mpreg

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Chapter 4 –
Reluctant savior

Pain.
Nothing, but pain. He could feel the blood trickling out of his nose
and off his lips, feel the countless cuts on his body. He had heard
his bones splinter and break, while his clothing was being ripped to
shreds. Looking up, he saw the three demons looming over his body.
Outside the alley people were passing by, but they didn't notice
them. And even if they noticed, they simply walked on. There had been
times, when he had been overjoyed by human indifference to their
surroundings, but now he wished for their help.

Although
he was heavily injured, he could sense, that the fetus in his body
was still alive. Now that he had attuned
his senses to it, he wondered, how he could have ever missed it.
Obviously, he wasn't the only one to realize this fact. Suddenly the
largest of the three demons extended his fingernails into sharp
claws.

“Now we will cut the shame
from your body.”

As
the demonic claws lowered towards his abdomen, Balthazar panicked.
And suddenly his attackers were blown away like leaves in a storm.
Balthazar stared in wonder, because he knew, that he hadn't been the
one to do that. But he wasn't one to question his luck.

He
needed help. His body was in a terrible mess and his left arm broken
in several places. His demonic healing would take care of this, but
given the extent of his injuries, it would take time. Time he didn't
have at the moment.

He
needed to get out of the alley. It wasn't a save place to be for him
at the moment. Demons hanging around at Midnite's could to easily
sense him and in his current state he wouldn't even be able to fight
off a common human robber. His house wasn't an option either. Almost
every demon in town knew where he lived. There was only one place for
him to go to, although it was also the place, he dreaded most at the
moment.

After
a couple of tries, Balthazar managed to get
to his feet and staggered out of the alley.

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Whoever
was currently pounding on his door was so dead. Not that he was ever
an enjoyable company in the first place, but being woken up in the
middle of a dream about Balthazar blowing him, after having only
slept for two hours, tended to get him really pissed.

With
his luck it would probably be Angela, who wanted to invite him for
lunch. She seemed to have developed a kind of obsession with John,
for she was continuously calling, visiting and generally getting on
his nerves. Even at his most annoying Chas hadn't been half as bad as
her.

John
cursed, while quickly throwing on a shirt and pants, willing his
erection away. Moving towards the door, he
addressed his visitor in his own unbelievably charming way: “Whoever
the fuck you are, go away, before I kick your annoying ass down the
stairs.” That should get rid of everybody, who had a shred of
sanity left. There were only three people, who had never been fazed
by this kind of speech: Balthazar, Chas and Angela.

“John. John, please let me
in.”

Balthazar.
What the hell did he want now of all times? John noted, that
something sounded off about the half-breed's voice, but he couldn't
quite place it. Almost sounded like he was pleading, but that must be
an act. Deciding to ignore the half-breed, John turned away from the
door.

“John. Please. I need your
help. Please.”

He
was one hell of an actor, John admitted to that. But it couldn't be
genuine, because demons didn't ask for help. Especially not for help
from their archenemy exorcist. John was sure, that the arrogant
bastard would rather swallow that damn coin of his, than beg him for
help.

“Leave asshole. I told you I'd
deport your sorry ass if I ever saw you again, so go away.”
John tried to ignore the parts of his brain and body, that wanted to
open the door and see Balthazar. Preferably bend over the kitchen
table. Whatever the half-breed was playing at, he wouldn't fall for
it.

“Please.”

Was
that weeping on the other side of the door? No, couldn't be demons
don't cry. He's just fucking with your head. Trying to steel his
resolve, John walked over to his kitchen cabinet and took a small
bottle of whiskey out. He rarely drunk anymore, so it was still
nearly full. If he ignored him, Balthazar was likely to tire of his
game and leave. Hopefully. Suddenly the rushing of wings sounded
through his still apartment.

“Hello, Chas.”

“Hi, John. I don't have much
time and I'm only here to give you a quick advice.”

Great.
John wondered what glorious idea the kid would have this time. The
lack of interest apparent in his voice, he said: “So? Tell me
already.”

“You should open the door
John. That's all I'm allowed to tell you.”

“Have they gone nuts in
heaven? Why would I let Balthazar in, huh?”

“Just saying you should.”

And
with these words he was off. Grumbling to himself, John contemplated
to ignore what the angel had said, just out of spite. But curiosity
got the better of him, so he walked over to the door and opened it.

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John
couldn't contain the gasp, that escaped him, when he saw Balthazar
sitting in the hallway. The half-breed sat in the corner next to his
door, huddled into himself. Tears were running down his bruised and
bloodied face, one of his eyes almost completely swollen shut. His
clothes were torn and soaked in blood, that had already begun to
stain the carpet he was sitting on. John had seen Balthazar beaten up
before. Hell, he had always been the case of it. But never like this.

Shocked
and even feeling more than a little sorry for the half-breed, John
knelt down in front of him. He put a hand under Balthazar's face,
trying to get the half-demon to look at him, but he turned away.

“Balthazar?” No
reaction. He asked again, louder this time. “Balthazar?”
Still nothing. “Look at me you god-damn half-breed piece of
shit.” Ok, that got him a reaction, but Balthazar only huddled
in closer on himself. What the hell? That wasn't how the Balthazar he
knew should react. “Bally?” John was surprised at the
gentle tone in his voice. Finally the half-breed looked at him, but
still stayed silent.

“Come on, I'll get you in.”

Pulling
the weak demon up, John half dragged, half carried him into his
bathroom. Making sure, that Balthazar was able to stand, he filled
the bathtub with hot water.

“Undress.”

Balthazar
had trouble getting out of his clothes, as his drying blood had
plastered them to his body. Cursing slightly John helped him peel
away the ruined clothing and winced, when
the mass of cuts and bruises covering every inch of Balthazar's skin
was revealed. He must have lost a lot of blood. That would explain
his odd behavior. Besides that, John
wondered why the half-breed would come to him for help. He could have
just laughed in his face and left him standing outside. And you would
have, a voice in the back of his mind told him.

Handing
the half-breed a sponge, John stepped back and waited for him to
finish. God. He was such a sick fuck. The sight of Balthazar's
bruised body, really shouldn't arouse him, but he couldn't help it.
The half-breed still looked good, even if his beauty was marred at
the moment. Letting his gaze wander over Balthazar, he noted, that
his abdomen was less muscular, than the last time John had seen it.
He filed that away as a useful taunt for later.

When
Balthazar finally got out of the tub, the water was blood red, but he
looked slightly better. His demonic healing had obviously begun to
kick in. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Balthazar followed the
exorcist into his kitchen and sat down at the table.

John
put a first aid kit onto the table, but Balthazar refused his help to
bandage his wounds. He looked very like a mummy with the amount of
bandages that covered his skin, when he was done. Putting two glasses
on the table, John poured a generous amount of whiskey into each.

“So, whom do I have to
congratulate for beating you up?”

Balthazar
didn't answer, but took a sip of liquor instead.

“Look, asshole. You can tell
me and stay or you don't and I kick you out. I don't give a fuck
either way.” The half-breed probably knew that it was a lie,
but as long as he got his answer John didn't care.

“Couple of demons.”

“A couple of demons? Are you
shitting me? I think I dully remember you priding yourself of being
stronger than...mmh, what were your words again...oh, I got
it...something about 'ass-kissing minion idiots'. Seems like you were
wrong.”

The
angry red glow, that flashed in Balthazar's eyes was oddly
comforting. At least, that expression he knew. “It wasn't my
fault, stupid. Since I came back, Lucifer occasionally screws with my
powers. Or did you think, that you overpowered me all on your own
back in that alley?”

Seemed
like Balthazar was back to his own self. John ignored the question,
that would lead to territory he wanted to avoid. He could only hope,
that Balthazar was distracted by his injuries and didn't sense his
desire.

“I still don't get, why some
other half-breeds would attack you. Pissed of your colleagues
lately or what?”

Before
Balthazar could answer, the phone rang and John got up to answer it.
He was needed for an exorcism immediately. Not even thinking about
it, he told Balthazar: “Stay here. And if I come back and
something's broken I'll deport you.” Having said that he was
out the door.

TBC...
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