Title: Dark Places
Spinoff of the Apocalypse Nigh
Sequel to: Broken
Characters: Chloe, John Constantine, Meg, John Winchester, Bobby Singer
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: In a very dark place emotionally since coming back from hell, Chloe works at Papa Midnight's nightclub, and refuses to work with Constantine if the cases are angelic assignments. But now Constantine's newest case seems to apparently involve her...and then John Winchester and Bobby Singer appear to fuck up with the little semblance of a life that she'd managed to scrape together.
Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Tale. Prompt of the Day # 86: Zodiac
A/N: This Chloe is dark and disturbed
. She spent time in hell, being broken, and she's full of rage and feelings of hatred and betrayal. Don't like violent, angry, or dark Chloe? Not the fic for you.
Written for my paranormal25
150 Prompt Table. Prompt 86. Zodiac
"Whatever it is, the answer's no." Chloe shook her head, looking up from the glass she was cleaning. "And if the bastards upstairs don't like it they can kiss my ass."
John Constantine smirked as he leaned over the counter of the bar. "You know, when the higher ups had me yank you out of hell, I'm thinking they didn't have planned for you to go work as a barmaid at Midnight's."
"Bartender." She corrected, filling the glass with a drink and sliding it over to him. "And here's your complimentary drink on the house by the way."
"Knew there was a reason I liked you." Constantine chuckled, accepting the drink with a nod of appreciation. "You know something I never got? You were in hell for the equivalent of what, a hundred years? Two? I know that only one year passed on this side, but why would you want to work in a place that's constantly filled with the scum who used to torture you in the slammer?"
"You were in hell for how long, five minutes?" Chloe asked, having gotten comfortable in her friendship with the older man to ask these questions.
Constantine nodded, frowning at the memory of the few minutes he'd died after committing suicide-only to be brought back. "Five minutes in hell is like an eternity." He looked up at her. "Makes me respect two hundred fucking years."
"I was shy the two hundred marker by twenty years." Chloe waved that off. "But John, I was emotionally broken around the first hundred years, and the rest, I was basically just followed. I was hell's little broken bitch. And apparently I was interesting because they were always watching me."
Constantine frowned as he listened to her. "They didn't tear you up?"
"I was never touched." Chloe leaned forwards as well, frowning. "If anything they opened my eyes up the fact that I was so fucking naive before. I actually believed in true love and family always being there for you."
John sneered, his family having screwed him as well in the past, and thus was able to sympathize with her.
"This might sound weird," Chloe sighed, stealing the glass away from her friend for a second so she could have a sip of his drink before admitting. "But I feel safer amongst the demons and halfbreeds here, than I do anywhere else. I'm used to it. To them. And anyway, 'Papa Midnight's' is neutral ground, angels, demons, halfbreeds, none of them can start shit in here."
Constantine watched her, frowning slightly.
"I'd like another vodka on rocks, and put it on my tab please." One of the demonesses wearing a host's skin came towards her, smiling.
"Sure thing Meg." Chloe nodded, refilling the glass and passing it back to the black eyed female. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Meg smiled, giving a little bow of her head before going off to dance.
Constantine raised an eyebrow. "Are they always so...polite...with you?"
"Basically." Chloe nodded. "If I ever get a weird look its from the angels, but most of them, if they're here, don't give a damn about regulation either."
Finishing his drink, Constantine stood straight. "Chloe, about what I was saying earlier, I need you on this job."
"Why?" She asked, resting the towel over her shoulder, grabbing another glass. "I mean, you've taught me all heaven asked you to, and I know some, but I'm nothing compared to you or even Angela."
Constantine's lips twitched slightly, fighting the smile at the mention of his unofficial girlfriend, before he narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat. "While that might be true, this case has a connection to you."
Chloe's gaze flew up at that. "What?"
Her friend and mentor looked around the busy nightclub before shaking his head. "Not here, too many ears listening in."
Chloe frowned and looked around them.
She couldn't tell that anyone wasn't paying attention to them or their conversation, but Constantine had an unholy knack at knowing these sorts of things, and she'd learnt to trust his gut instinct. She wouldn't say that she trusted John completely, her time in hell had taught her enough that the only person she could truly trust was herself, but John was the closest she had to a confidant, and she was wary seeing him like this.
She was about to ask Rachel to cover for her for a moment so she and Constantine could go to the back and talk, when suddenly there was a ruckus in front, and two men stormed the building, guns in their hands, trained on everyone.
"Who the hell?" Constantine turned, eyes narrowed. "This is a neutral-!"
Chloe hadn't heard the rest of that, her mind going blank as all of a sudden John Winchester and Bobby Singer were firing at the demons and creatures around them.
How the hell had those two found out about Papa Midnight's and how had they gotten passed Oscar the bouncer?
Demons and creatures tried to rush the hunters, while the angels yelled about rules and respecting neutral zones, but the hunters continued on fighting and shooting.
Storming towards the two men, Chloe grabbed a chair and blindsided John, letting only the tip of the fury inside of her free as she smashed the metal thing into him.
John crashed to the ground and turned towards her, gun raised.
And then his eyes widened in horror.
Bobby was watching her as well. "Chloe?"
"Bobby, John." Knuckles going nearly transparent with the force with which she held the chair, Chloe snarled at them. "What the hell
are you two doing in this place? This is a peaceful zone! Neutral! There are fucking rules you bastards! Be glad that Midnight isn't here tonight or he'd skin you both alive without even raising a fucking sweat."
"How-you're alive?" John asked, stumbling to his feet, still aiming his gun at her. "Lois drove the Spear of Destiny through you. She killed you. I was there. So was Bobby. We saw it."
That anger, that resentment, that fury, it was bubbling at the surface, right beneath her skin.
She wanted to hurt them.
She wanted to fucking kill them.
She'd spent two hundred years in hell because of this man and his family.
If it wasn't for Constantine she'd still be there, rotting.
Her hands shook with her desire to tear John Winchester apart.
A couple of the demons took the opportunity to rush at the hunters, but Chloe snarled as she turned to them. "Stand down!"
And surprisingly enough, the demons did as told.
John sneered. "So you're still alive, huh, Lumiel?"
"Lumiel died the moment Lois killed me." Chloe lowered the chair, voice icy cold. "When she sent me to hell
, he was still melded in me, and since it was my soul she sent there, he disintegrated."
Bobby winced, looking so pale.
John narrowed his eyes at her.
"So, congratulations, John Winchester. You and your band of merry men killed the devil." Chloe clapped, sneer firmly in place. "Now get the fuck out of my city."
"If you're not a demon, if you're not satan, how are you here?" John pressed. "Why are you in a demon club?"
Chloe snapped, and she didn't even realize that she'd slammed the chair across his face, surprising him enough to fall to the ground once more and let go of his gun. In seconds she was over him, knee digging deep into his back, her hand pressing his face violently into the ground. She clenching her fingers in his hair, pulled his head back, before banging it down hard against the floor once more.
It'd all happened so fast, so quick...
And she hadn't known she had this strength in her, this swift speed.
But she'd known she had this darkness, this anger, this thirst for violence.
Demons had surged forwards, pinning Bobby to the wall and keeping him there, and yet other than keeping him from interfering they weren't hurting him.
"I don't think you understood me." Chloe hissed into John's ear, surprised by how easy it was to dominate his struggles and keep him pinned and bruised, bloody, beneath her. "I told you to get the hell outta L.A. That wasn't a negotiation. Wasn't a question. Wasn't a friendly suggestion. Get out or I'll ghost you myself you sorry son of a bitch." She pressed harder on his back with her knee as she stood, moving away. "This is a neutral zone, there isn't supposed to be any fighting, and yet you had to come and fuck this up for me too."
John glared at her in open loathing as he picked himself up, face battered and covered in his own blood.
The demons restraining Bobby moved away, letting go of him.
Bobby gave them all wary looks before turning his gaze on John. "You okay?"
"Course." John snapped, eyes never leaving Chloe. "My sons and Lois left after your death. I haven't heard from them since."
"And I give a shit because?" Chloe sneered, clenching her fists in fury as she tried to hold back the violent desires deep inside of her.
"Because you love them." Bobby whispered.
Chloe turned to him and laughed.
"Love them?" She finally asked when she had control over herself. "If I ever see any of them ever again, I'll kill
Horror crossed Bobby's face.
John snarled. "Let's go Bobby."
"Yeah." Chloe nodded. "Go. And pray
that Midnight doesn't find you before you leave the city."
Together, the hunters left.
Bobby sending Chloe a regretful look over his shoulder.
Taking a breath when they were finally gone, Chloe turned to the angel to her right. "Go make sure that they didn't hurt Oscar too badly."
The angel nodded and hurried out to check on their bouncer.
Shaking her head, Chloe looked around at the mess. "Great."
The demons who'd been shot were healing, the spell over the club making it so that any injuries inflicted in there healed, so Chloe knew that John Winchester would be healing as they spoke.
It angered her.
"Everyone out. We're closing." Storming through the throng, Chloe reached Constantine's side and grabbed a bottle of vodka, throwing her head back and taking a deep gulp of the throat-burning liquid.
Constantine watched her silently, chewing on what was probably nicotine gum.
"Thanks for stepping in, by the way." Chloe glared at him when she'd finally finished downing the liquid.
"You didn't look like you needed me to step in." Constantine replied, deadpanned.
Her lips curled in an amused smile. "You bastard."
His only response was to steal the bottle from her and take in a deep gulp, ignoring the angels and demons and creatures as they started to leave.
"Chloe?" The vampiric, other bartender, Rachel, came up towards her. "Who's going to tell Midnight about what just happened?" She flinched. "And about the damage?"
"I'll do it." Chloe sighed. "You should just go home. I'll deal with the mess here."
"You sure?" Rachel asked.
"It's close to dawn anyway." Chloe nodded. "Go."
"Good luck." Rachel wished.
The angel that Chloe had sent to go look for Oscar returned, face solemn. "He did not make it."
And that made sense.
The healing spell only affected those in the inside, not those guarding the outside.
Chloe closed her eyes. "Thank you."
Together, the vampire and angel walked out of the club.
Chloe slumped onto a stool. "I liked Oscar."
Constantine really didn't like anyone, so he didn't comment.
Chloe sighed and opened her eyes. "So, considering my night has just gone to the dogs, you wanna let me know how your case has a connection with me?"
Constantine handed her back the almost empty bottle of vodka. "You'll need this."
." The blonde mumbled, taking another long sip.