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Based on the orginal Hellblazer series, aswell as the movie. John Constantine once again finds himself thrown into a nasty situation. This time, it's to help a torried ex-lover from the mark of a bloodthirsty demon. Could it possibley be more then John bargained for? We'll see what happens when all the cards are down on the table.

Ansley Patterson- Main Character, OC

Oxford ‘Ox’ Patterson- Ansley’s younger brother, based on the actor Shia LaBeouf, OC

John Constantine- Main Character

Gemma Masters (Constantine)- John’s niece

More to be added as the story progresses.

PART ONE: THE TASK

PROLOGUE

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Ansley Patterson was in trouble. When she was a little girl, her neighbors used to whisper to each other as she passed by; ‘oh there’s little Ansley Patterson, trouble goes looking for her wherever she goes.’ But the truth of the matter was, trouble didn’t go looking for Ansley Patterson, Ansley Patterson went looking for trouble. However this time around, things were a little different.

“50 feet. You’ll never make it.”

“Ox, shut up.”

“Hey, you asked for my help. I’m only being honest.”

The two figures stood surveying the massive structural building in front of them. The cold London rain splashed down around their feet but seemed to go unnoticed. The female of the two looked upwards once more and cocked her head slightly to her left. Her dark auburn hair was matting to her face from the rain as she pushed a few loose pieces aside.

“It’s 50, 60 at the most.” The boy beside her shrugged and looked over. He appeared to be in his late teens, his brown curly hair was shoved beneath a cap and he chewed gum, conspicuously blowing a bubble towards the girl.

“I need to get in there.” The girl looked back towards him. “And up it is the only way. I don’t think I’m exactly welcome at the front gate.” She grinned.

“That’s because you cause nothing but trouble for them, sis.” The boy sighed, hoisting his backpack up higher.

The girl frowned and glanced back at the towering stonewalls that loomed in front of her.

“Sod it,” She shrugged. “The first window can only be 30 feet upwards.”

“You’re crazy. You’re actually going through with this?”

“Ox, listen. I already told you over the phone. I’ve got the bloody thing’s mark engraved into my right forearm. I can show you if you really want to take a look.”

The boy winced; his big brown eyes half closed in horror.

“No thanks.” He muttered.

“Good, then its bloody well settled, isn’t it? Pass me the gear.”

“I don’t know how you’re going to get yourself out of this one Ans,” The boy muttered disapprovingly as he rummaged in the pack and pulled out a grappling hook and rope.

“I’m going to ask Notitia, that’s sodding what, you chump. Now hurry it up.”

The girl impatiently tucked a piece of dark red behind her ears and folded her arms into her long black trench coat. Her sharp hazel eyes glanced upwards to the window closest to ground level, which was not very close at all. She inhaled deeply through the thick rain and began to mentally prepare herself.

“All right, secure this around your waist. It should do the trick.” The boy, or Ox as he was better known as, passed her the climbing tools. She pulled off her coat and tossed it to the boy, revealing her silky white shirt and dark jeans that were cut off by enormously tall black boots.

Ox stared at her glumly as she dawned the climbing gear and took a few steps closer to the building.

“Okay,” she said. “Think you can bulls-eye this?”

“No,” Ox shot back. “What do I look like, your lackey or something?”

The girl raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Well, you are, aren’t you?”

“Shut up, will you? Get a move on, I’m freezing out here in this bloody rain.”

“Don’t get your knickers all in a twist,” The girl mumbled and raised the hook tentatively over her shoulder. She swung it round several times before taking her aim and releasing. A quiet ‘chink’ of metal upon stone told her that she had succeeded.

“I’ll be in the car,” the boy grumbled, folding his hands into his pockets and marching off through the rain.

Ansley shook her head to herself with quiet laughter. Her little brother had always been a little over-dramatic at times. She checked once more to make sure she was securely attached and then hoisted herself upwards. The ascent went quickly. Ansley was physically well trained and scaled the crumbling stone with ease. She glanced downwards every few moments to make sure nobody was watching her sneaky entrance.

Within mere minutes, she had reached the window and lifted her body through the stone slit with ease. She was emerged in darkness instantly as her feet hit the floor. Perfect, nobody was around. She fumbled in her jean pocket for a lighter. With a chink of metal, the flame dimly illuminated the room. She was in a simple white washed walled office, with a desk and a couple of shelves. This was on the lower level of importance in the building and she needed the top floor for this mission.

Ansley darted through the campus’s deserted hallways and climbed up several flights of staircases before reaching the required floor. She walked swiftly down a dark corridor, her presence only known to the eyes of the ancient paintings on the wall.

“At bloody last,” Ansley grumbled as she picked the lock of the last door to the left and stepped inside. She was in a large library, shelves stocked and overflowing with rare and ancient volumes of pristine literature and texts. She sauntered to the back of the room by the fireplace and sat down on a chair to set to work.

She withdrew a long chain from her neck that held a silver cross with edges that were razor sharp. Ansley slid the cross quickly across her hand and drew blood.

Ansley’s eyelids slid shut as she muttered the spell beneath her cool breath.

“Ingredior dico super waking scientia, in quaero of consultum.”

She opened her eyes and nearly jumped out of her seat.

“You called Ansley?”

“Jesus Notitia, scare me out of my skin why don’t you?” Ansley grumbled as she pulled herself together, all the while glaring at the striking figure sitting across from her.

The nymph was sitting crossed legged in the opposite armchair, twisting her long flowing blonde main into braids and looking utterly bored. She wore a flowing pale blue silk garment, which hugged her impressive body in all the right places. She was clearly un-human, for her skin was whiter than snow and her eyes blacker than soot. She fluttered her long lashes towards Ansley expectantly who was now dabbing the blood from her freshly cut hand off on her armchair.

“I’m in a spot of trouble Not,” Ansley began.

“I’m not the least bit surprised.” Notitia sighed, returning her focus to her hair braiding.

“Come to ask you a bit of a favor. Trade a little of my blood for some knowledge.”

“Oh come now, your blood is useless to me now.” Notitia laughed musically. “You’ve got the mark of a demon on you, I can see it clearly through your feeble hiding attempts. The smell of your exquisite blood is tainted immensely.” She began to sniff the air gingerly and then wrinkled her nose.

“Regardless,” Ansley rolled her eyes. “I need some advice Not.”

“Dolus has made his mark on you.” The nymph’s blackened eyes widened in amazement.

“And you survived? Impressive. Most humans would have been driven mad by the nightmares.”

“I’m on sleeping pills. Nightmares get to me regardless.” Ansley’s pale lips curved upwards into a smile and she leaned back in her chair.

“So I just need to know one thing. What can get me out of this bloody mess?”

“It’s not what, but whom.” Not corrected haughtily. She shut her eyes and began to meditate. Ansley drummed her fingers impatiently on the chair arm. Not opened one eye and narrowed it towards her.

“You’ll owe me double next time for this.” She said quietly, then shut her eyes firmly and began to hum softly.

“While your waiting,” she said airily. “You might want to pick up a few books for personal research. There are a few over there by the hearth.”

“You knew I was coming,” Ansley smirked and stood up to investigate. “How touching.”

She flipped through the pile absently mindedly before pausing on a history volume on the line of Dolus. Despite herself, Ansley felt a shiver shoot through her spine.

“You keep a lot of creepy shit up here. No wonder it was always so inaccessible to students.”

“It still is,” Not replied in sing song. “Now please, I need to concentrate.”

“Whatever you say,” Ansley sighed and paced around the room.

Suddenly, Not’s facial expression began to distort and her whole fragile body began to quiver.

“Not what is it?” Ansley frowned and sat back down.

“He’s not happy with you,” Not mused.

“No shit,” Ansley replied sternly.

“I haven’t seen him this angry since his sons tried to take over and he slaughtered them all and swallowed their tender insides.”

“Lovely family,” Ansley muttered.

Not’s eyes snapped open and her body shuddered to a stop.

“Oh you’re going to love this.” Not’s perfect lips spread into a teeth baring grin.

“What? Don’t tell me I’ve got to get another demon to help? You know I’m not exactly in anyone’s good books these days.”

“Oh no, no, no. Much better then that!” Notitia laughed, shaking her blonde hair as she did so.

“Just sodding tell me, will you? Who do I have to go begging to?”

The nymph’s twisted smile grew wider.

“John Constantine.” She said triumphantly, looking at Ansley as if Christmas had come early.

Ansley blinked.

“Speechless?”

“A bit.” Ansley murmured. She fumbled in her boot and pockets.

“Shit, left my bloody smokes with Ox.”

She fell back into her chair with a thud and stared blankly at the spirit who was grinning back gleefully.

“John huh?” Ansley whispered thoughtfully. “Well, fuck me sideways.”

“I best be off now Ansley,” Not trilled happily. “See you around, if you make it out of this mess in one piece.”

“Send my regards to John,” She added gleefully. “Try to keep your mind on the mission as oppose to the bedroom!”

“Oh fucking shut it, Not.” Ansley growled at the fading figure who swirled and evaporated into dust.

Ansley was left alone in the dingy old library, staring distantly into the void of space. Her hazel eyes out of focus and she fell into deep thought.

“John Constantine.” Ansley sat back, shook her head and laughed in disbelieve. “Wow, I really have gone and done it this time, haven’t I?”

note: I own my own characters and the plot alone. John Constantine is sadly not mine, though I wish he was haha.