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
"Thanks for coming along." Chloe looked at Angela Dodson as the brunette chewed on a fry.
"Wouldn't have missed it for the world." Angela, a hunter, and Constantine's girlfriend despite the fact that both of them denied it, smiled. "It's odd, though. Last time I was here..."
She trailed off into silence.
Angela was the only one who knew where the Spear of Destiny was hidden whenever it wasn't being used to kill demonic hellspawn, and it had been her who'd brought the Spear to the Michael-possessed Dean. She had been the one to give Chloe's enemy the weapon that would ultimately kill her and send her to hell, but Chloe didn't feel that anger and resentment with Angela as she did with the others. Angela hadn't known her, hadn't turned against her. Angela had just been doing her part to take care of the world, and Chloe could understand that.
Still, it was odd that she'd become somewhat friends with the older woman.
Then again, nothing in Chloe's life made any sense anymore.
It hadn't since she was sixteen.
"How are you dealing with this, Chloe?" Angela asked, worried, hesitating only a second before leaning forwards and placing her hand on Chloe's comfortingly. "It must be hard to be in this city again, only two blocks away from you were killed
Chloe took in a deep breath and actually squeezed Angela's hand back, careful because she wasn't sure just how strong she truly was. "I've been feeling nauseous ever since we entered the city."
Constantine arrived from his bathroom trip and slid into the seat in the diner next to Angela, not commenting on their holding hands. "Considering the time frames of the previous attacks, I think we should be at the site around 3 a.m."
"Good." Angela nods. "We can book a couple of motel rooms after eating and sleep until then, so we'll be rested to meet whatever this thing is."
"I agree." Constantine nodded.
Their food arrived, and while Chloe's stomach was upset she forced herself to eat everything. Also, when they got their motel rooms, she wasn't sleepy, but she knew that she had to be as alert as possible, so she forced herself to close her eyes and relax as much as possible.
It was one in the morning when she awoke, jolting up in bed, to see a shadowy figure standing at the edge of her bed.
She reached for her gun but found it gone.
"Come with me." The voice at the foot of her bed ordered. "Our conversation is between us. The humans are not to be involved."
Before Chloe could even speak, she blinked and they were there, in the epicenter of the place that still gave her nightmares.
All around her memories seemed to come alive holographically.
She saw herself, Lumiel in her skin, fighting Michael in Dean's skin.
She saw demons and hunters fighting below.
She remembered being so scared, so sickened.
She remembered screaming inside her cage and trying to get free, to stop the carnage around her.
Chloe's heart rate raced and she found it hard to breathe as she looked around her, seeing the images of her horrific memories coming alive and playing themselves out all around her.
Stepping out of the bed, bare feet touching the ground, she looked around, shivering.
She watched as Lumiel killed Michael, while she screamed inside, crying.Dean was dead.
Body shaking, hugging herself tightly, Chloe couldn't look away from his dead body, and her body over his, the Spear of Destiny deep inside of him.
She'd begged Lumiel to bring Dean back, that she wouldn't fight him anymore if he did.
Chloe watched as Lumiel threw the Spear towards Lois, embedding it behind her, before Chloe's fist punched through Dean's wounds, Lumiel accepting her deal, healing the wounds before flying towards Lois.
Lumiel had told Chloe that he'd show her, he'd get her to understand why he had to do this.
He'd show her how family turned on one another, and by the end of that night she'd see why he was what he was.
And he had.
He'd taunted Lois, he'd pushed a little, and Lois had used the Spear Lumiel had purposely thrown to her as a test, and had used it to kill them.
By now Chloe's whole body was shaking violently, tears fogging up her vision as she watched her body collapse to the ground.
She'd died by that time, her soul already in hell.
She hadn't seen this part."Baby Cuz..." Lois screamed, body trembling as she pulled Chloe's body onto her lap, cradling her as Chloe twisted violently, coughing up blood, little explosions of light going on inside of her. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!"
Sadness and heartbreak were obvious as the brunette was hardly able to keep from falling apart.
Lumiel, in Chloe's skin, laughed, the sound pained and horrible as blood trailed down the side of her mouth. "Do you know why you were one of the only three who could kill Chloe?"
Lois went still. "You mean you."
"No." Lumiel's laughter grew darker but softer. "I mean Chloe."
Lois' eyes widened in horror as suddenly everything made sense. "No...No! You're lying!"
Suddenly all the pieces fit together, and she realized that this wasn't Chloe in charge, that Chloe hadn't been in charge at all. It was Lumiel. It had always been Lumiel.
Lumiel had been in Chloe's body long enough to know how to act like her, sound like her.
Lumiel had known his Vessel well enough to imitate her, had fooled them all.
Blood began to drain from the tear ducts in Chloe's body's eyes as her lips twisted cruelly. "You three were the only ones she loved and trusted, the only ones she fought against me in her cage to try and retake control so badly she was broken. I couldn't be my strongest as long as she fought me that hard, and that gave you three the slightest chance of killing me. I-I just never thought it'd be you who did it."
"No..." Lois' voice trembled.
So did her body.
"She was so sure." Lumiel taunted. "So sure you'd know she was still in here. Fighting. She told you she wanted you to kill her, but she wanted you to save her. She was sure you would."
Staring mockingly at Lois were mirror eyes, reflecting her own horrified face.
"At least I got to show her...teach her..." Lumiel spoke, coughing up more blood, voice a near inaudible whisper. "I taught her that family betrays you."
Sam's cry made Lois look up, eyes wide when she saw Dean, in the distance, sitting up.
Lumiel's laughter was pained. "She made me feel him...after I killed Michael. Swore to behave, to stop trying to escape the cage, if I did this for her."
Lois' teary eyes widened.
"No. NO!" Lois cried. "Chloe! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I'm-!"
"-just like Michael." Lumiel sneered. "Willing to please your Master by sacrificing those who really loved you." There was agony in that face. "Had it been you...she would have let the world die."
And with that those mirror orbs went green.
"No." Lois whispered, breaking inside, hugging her dead cousin to her as Bobby, Sam, and John rejoiced over Dean's return to life. "NO!"
That frame, with Lois holding Chloe and breaking apart, and the others rejoicing in the background, froze in place.
Chloe collapsed to her knees on the ground, tears falling freely and for the first time since she'd been pulled out of hell.
That hard coldness inside of her cracked slightly.
Somehow, in hell, she'd truly believed that everyone had rejoiced in her death.
It shocked her to see that while the world rejoiced, Lois had broken down.
Lois had been the one who'd killed her but-.
The emotion-the agony-on her cousin's face made Chloe cry harder as she knelt before her.
"Why did you show this to me?" She whispered, voice choked, as she looked up at the being still shrouded in darkness and shadows.
"Lumiel knew that he would die." The being told her. "He knew that he himself was not strong enough, and the moment he approached you he knew that it would end in his death, in your absorbing him completely."
Chloe looked up in horror, wiping her eyes. "Absorbing him? You mean, he's still in here
"His personality, his awareness is gone. But his tainted Grace, his angelic nature, it is still in you." The being replied. "You
are now the Morning Star, The Day Star. It was always supposed to be this way. Lumiel did not choose you as his Vessel. He chose you as his successor
Chloe stared up in horror.
The being motioned to the array of zodiac symbols. "They have all shown your path as two beings," he motioned to the first symbol, Gemini. "Becoming one." He showed the last symbol, Virgo. "You needed to know, because your nature is starting to activate."
Chloe looked up at him. "Who are you?"
"You can call me an Observer." He replied. "I needed to bring you here, to show you the truth, and let you know what you really are. Also to let you know that John Winchester will not stop hunting you now that he knows you're alive once more."
Chloe stood, eyes narrowed. "Let him. If he comes at me again I will leave the battle victorious and send him down to hell!"
The Observer watched her before, in the blinking of an eye, he was gone.
Chloe looked around her, slowly standing, gazing at the motel's bed still there.
She then turned to where the image of Lois and her had been, it was gone.
Tears returned to her eyes.
Chloe looked away, wiping at those tears.
She was terrified, hurt, and yet she felt something shift in her, something alleviate.
She'd always thought that the people she'd loved the most hadn't cared about killing her, had rejoiced, and yet she'd been shown that one
of them had cried and despaired over her death.
And it'd been the one she thought hadn't cared at all.
Unlike Lumiel, she'd seen how the betrayal, the division in the family, had hurt the other party as well.
The blonde looked up at the sky.
The stars seemed to be shining brighter tonight.
Hearing footsteps, she turned in time to see Constantine and Angela, eyes wide as they hurried towards her.
"We heard the noise and then your bed was gone..." Angel stopped, blinking at the bed. "Found it."
"What happened?" Constantine pointed his gun around them. "What was it?"
"I don't know." Chloe frowned. "He never said."
"What did he want?" Angela asked, reaching her side. "Are you okay?"
Chloe closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, before opening them once more. "We need to talk."
Angela placed her hand on Chloe's shoulder.
Constantine turned to her and nodded.
Together, the three of them walked away, leaving the bed right where it was.