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The two sat in a near impossible silence as they finished their homework. He had just finished an essay on Sun Tsu's The Art of War - a book he already knew quite well. Constantine rolled over on his bed so he was now laying on his back sprawled out on the opposite end. He looked over at Enzo who appeared to be quietly working with intent. The angel was bored... but he didn't want to disturb his lover... but he was also very very bored. He drawled out a very dramatic sigh and put an arm over his face - peeking out after a moment to see if Enzo was fazed. He put on a pout when it appeared to have brushed by him. The angel let out another painfully immature sigh, rolling over on to his stomach once again. He shoved his face into his blankets and let out a loud grumble. "Enzo I'm bored." he stated with his voice muffled by the fabric. For a four billion year old angel he was making quite the scene, acting more like an eight year old human.

"CARLOS CARLOS CARLOS CARLOS CARLOS!" he shouted out across the snow covered school yard, running with high knees across the sparkling blanket of white. "Legolas! Ich bin verdammt kalt und ich liebe es!" with that he slipped on the ice beneath the snow, falling face first with a fwomp into the powder. Cameron shot up quickly. "I'm good!" he quickly finished the distance to his boyfriend and leaped on him into a hug. "Wenn ich nicht aufwachen mit Ihnen in einem sexy Robin Kostüm unter meinem Baum Weihnachtsmorgen, werde ich sauer zu sein!"

Constantine stood at the cliffs edge and stared out into the ocean - the size of it so insignificant to the eyes as old as these. His fiery rage had not subsided in the time that had passed and he began to grow concerned that his wings would reignite to the violet flames that they were when he was still connected to heaven. Now he stood with massive wings unfurled and visible to those unaware of the ethereal realm. The wings were black - the most pure shade of onyx that could blend into the abyss as if they were forged in it. They were burnt around the tips - charred from when the flames died in his falling from divine, falling and flickering out forever so he could be with Azrael.

Has the feathers not been caught by the breeze Constantine could have easily been thought a stone statue. It was quiet. The fury pooled calmly deep within him - hardening - ready to be used to crash down upon the betrayer. He would make the demon tremble in his holy presence... They were simply two creatures of mutual dislike when they had first met, and they had gradually climbed to stand on equal ground of two men. No longer. The miniscule trust had been destroyed and Constantine would make it utterly transparent to Zach.

The steps crunched leaves and broke the steady melody of wind and waves. Only one minute more and he was planning on dragging the demon out of wherever he was. Constantine waited until the footsteps ceased and Zach was very near, spreading his enormous black wings and casting an intimidating shadow on the demon.

"I will make this perfectly clear for you; we no longer stand as equals, Zach. You and I... Are angel and demon..." his tone was cold but still controlled. "And for what you have done to my brother - I will treat you as such. I would conjure your excuses quite carefully if I were you." Constantine kept his back turned to the creature, waiting in silence for the 'explanations' to fire off. He was sure a point had been made by his wings - for now - so he allowed them to fold closely around him and take the demon out of their huge shadow.

Shadows - whispering... Screaming..! No - run Eva! Eva - I won't let them catch you... I cut their throats and string out their guts - the ants go marching seven by seven, they all knelt and prayed to heaven... Hell is murky - father! I need to get out I need to flee HELP ME! B...Blood..? On my hands..? I-I tore open his chest. 'Vesper ~ you monster... Monster! Hells fire will bathe you! Shadows twisted and churned wafting in the wretched smell of decay. He stood in a world of black upon countless bodies - each in different states of decay... Purple and yellow bloated corpses created a path leading nowhere - fifty bodies for every hunter he slayed. In his dream he screams... The macabre children all begin to writhe and crawl - climbing up his legs and moaning. Monster - you killed us... Monster... You will pay for your sins ~ Vessy Vessy, come on out to play ~.... One of the beings stood up from the slithering pile of putrid remains, Dylan..? Skin pealed from his back to create a form of wings - he smiled at him with teeth oozing black...

Vesper squirmed under his covers, drenched in sweat. His breath was heavy allowing few fearful muffled noises to escape from the back of his throat. He jerked his body suddenly as if trying to get away from something. Vesper's hand was brought to his chest and he began to scratch at it, leaving behind after a few moments small cuts and trails of blood. He bit the inside of his lip until it drew blood from his mouth. He whimpered in fear.... Suddenly another jerk and his fists slammed down on either side of him letting out a very audible yelp. Vesper's eyes shot open and he let out another more audible yelp - his eyes were open indeed however he was not yet awake... Still left in the dark abyss between his worst fears and the waking realm.

I was quite looking forward to this for some time now." he stated. Vesper had felt like he had been walking with a skip in his step when Dylan had agreed to spar with him. He had decided that due to the incidences of few weeks prior that he would try and distance himself from Dylan, try treating him like a man and not simply a confusing divine being - though it truly was hard for him to push away completely... Vesper held the wooden sparring sword with pride, absolutely giddy that he would finally have a partner that would most certainly be the type to keep up with him. Dylan would be the first if he did, after-all - Oscar Sullivan did wish ever so carefully... "Are you prepared mister Dylan? I tell you now that I have no plans of holding myself back from you considering your being." he said to the other with an obvious joy in his tone - something he had not had for quite some time now. It was quite refreshing really. 

This passed week and a half had been the most magical days in all of his time on Earth... Almost every moment spent eagerly awaiting Enzo and the rest enjoying their breath taking moments together. Together. A word that had not been used for some time now aside from the finding of his brothers. Again however, this was a different kind of together... Constantine would pace aimlessly in his time alone - lost deep in thought, trying to come to an important conclusion. And a resolve had been met. He was terrified at the thought of what he was going to do yet at the same time there was an eagerness to it... Constantine or rather Zadkiel had come to the decision that he was to reveal himself to Enzo. There was a great chance that Enzo had prayed to him before - after-all he was indeed the angel of forgiveness. He paced in his dorm by the elegantly lit fireplace and awaited for his dear vampire's return.

His hands shook and his eyes darted around the room before he stood firmly planted facing the fireplace. I have grown such strong feelings for him - such trust... but how do I know I can trust him..? I have not read his thoughts... I am going into this blind - what if I make a mistake? No, no... I can't think that - why would Enzo betray me..? How would he betray me? I must calm myself... Constantine stared into the light of the fire and gulped hard. The door could be heard opening behind him, yet he stood there and said nothing. He was scared... So very scared... His heart pounded in his chest and reverberated in his ears. There was much to be shown therefor he was unsure if he would allow much to be said. He had indeed started to fall in love with the beautiful vampire, but it was not yet time to admit it. It was still too early for him...