Title: Anarchy on the rise

Fandom: The Originals/Constantine crossover

Characters: Klaus, Constantine, Rebekah and Elijah

Summary: Two unlikely individuals plot to leave their mark on the darkness filled world but with different agendas on both sides, who will end up satisfied with what they've got or are the ashes the only way one would stop.

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Chapter 1 - The dabbler meets the real thing

Things were different now, less fragile and he was beginning to think it was all starting to make sense. No veil on their eyes anymore just the plain, hard truth. That was the problem wasn't it?

The truth. Most of us can't handle it. One look in the mirror every morning proved strenuous enough. The more we are exposed to it, the more we back away. We would claim all kinds of reasons for doing so. In the end it all comes down to this. It hurts and we can't take it.

Some of us are so blinded by it that we can't see anything else and it cripples us to the point of no return. Leaves us living in a vacuum, simply existing with nothing to be desired or wanted.

Some can go beyond it and achieve wonders in the eyes of others and some can use it to achieve control over those same people. That is where he fits. The puppeteer of sorts. The bogeyman that holds the others at bay, making them wonder if there was something more out there and should they be as careless as they tended to be.

Plead or cry, no mercy shall arise. Those were the words of a code in his mind. He watches over the world, good or bad and maintains the balance for those who it concerns. The noble vampires and the fierce wolves all heard the myth of the grim ripper that will knock on your door in the middle of the night offering to take your soul.

His coat protects him from the cold he does not feel and his clothes make him fit amongst those he was not a part of. Lightly tapping the head stone he's sitting on he lifts his head up basking in the evening chill. Or he tries to before he is rudely interrupted.

"Well aren't you cozy mate, sitting there among your work I presume. Always just enjoying the result and never the effort."

This individual is also one who lives with his truth. The failure that masks the potential of what he can be, but the world is too grim not to give help to the side of light. The dark days are coming too soon in his opinion otherwise.

"Patience John, it is not every day you come across someone as myself I might say."

He can hear a snarky comment that greets him in return and can't help but wonder how predictable can this man before him be. The flick of a lighter can be seen as he lights up a cigarette in an annoyed manner.

"Believe me mate this is not the first time I come across one of you. I happen to stumble quite often across your kind whether it is of heavenly or hellish sort. All I ask is - angel or a demon?"

A slow smile escapes him - the man has wit, he will give him that. Perhaps he will indulge him for a while. No need for a second look to understand that he needs help, albeit a reluctant one but he will provide nonetheless. Maybe it was time he steps up into the fray so to speak.

Taking the cigarettes from the man's pocket and making them appear in his hand, he takes one out and places it in his mouth. The lighter immediately follows and he flickers it skillfully.

"As I said before, I am something else...mate."

He can see the intrigue in the blond man's eyes - he is careful even though his appearance tells a different story but he knows that he will thread lightly. They will get along splendidly and it will perhaps make his time here a bit more interesting. Now down to business it seems as the man's coat snaps towards him in the offending manner.

"And just who you might be skimpy? Another fancy pants demon wanting to destroy the world or perhaps that is just at the end of your diabolical plans?"

The sarcasm does him no justice. He had heard great many stories of the man that defied heaven and hell just to try to right a wrong.

"It does not matter who I am, as much as it does that I know exactly who you are and that just maybe you are in need of assistance."

Before the other man can protest, he lets himself be serious for a moment.

"I won't take 'no' for an answer, Constantine."

He let the crisp coldness enter the place around them, for the "master of the dark arts" to understand just a bit of the predicament he was in. Yet his stiff upper lip is back with vengeance.

"How about blow it out your ass mate, I do not take well to mysterious figures telling me what to do. How is that for a no Mister…"

He laughs at that, thinking how funny is Constantine, thinking his reply will somehow change his mind before he just continues as if he didn't hear him.

"My name is Klaus, and you and I are going to tear this world apart."

John just stands there for a moment before just running a hand through his hair and tugging angrily at the tips of it. Some mental issues could also be called in question but he can work with that. The winning could be heard from a mile away.

"What are you, a bloody Santa Claus? You've got to be joking."

Klaus sits back on the tombstone and regards Constantine with an amused smile.

"There are things to be done and balance to be restored. Since no one is doing anything to help the good I will be tipping the scales in your favor so to speak."

To that Constantine just stumped his foot and started to walk away.

"If I don't have a say in this matter than I don't have to pretend to tolerate you, go scare some children and leave me the fuck alone."

Klaus looks back at the sky as Constantine walks away. It is going to be a wonderful evening. The wicked smile that followed promised nothing good, but entertaining indeed.

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AN: Being a longtime Originals fan and a newbie to Constantine I thought the meetup between these two could lead to some hilarious and intriguing events, I hope you find it as fun as it was for me to write it. More to come if you guys like it!