Bad Moon Rising - Chapter Six
Bad Moon Rising - Chapter Six
Supernatural/BTVS Crossover - before Supernatural and season 7 of Buffy
Characters that aren't mine - John, Dean, Brother Caleb
Author: goth_huntress
Rating: NC17 for violence and gore
Chapter: 6/10
XPosted to - jenns_fiction, firsts_chosen_1, sn_crossovers and sn_crossovers
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
“Excuse me?” Dean leaned against the counter at the Double Springs Eagle. It was a small local newspaper, behind the counter were three desks covered in papers with computers that looked to be only a few years out of date. From the look of the place, Dean was pretty surprised they had computers at all to do their work. He was expecting to find them plodding along on manual typewriters. A girl with dark auburn hair glanced around a pile of papers on her desk, she was wearing small black framed glasses, and a light green t-shirt with a picture of the one of the Powerpuff Girls on it. Dean wasn’t sure, but he thought the green one was Buttercup or something like that. “Hi,” he didn’t even have to think about it as his come hither smile flashed her way. “I’m wondering if you could help me? I’m doing some research on the area, and was hoping to get a look at your morgue.”
The girl got up from her desk, shoving the pen she had been holding in her mouth behind her ear beneath her thick wavy hair and walked across the office to talk to Dean. “Our morgue,” she let out a small chuckle. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking into?” Rachel Wilson knew that it was only a matter of time before the press outside of Double Springs found out about the murders, and she wasn’t about to let some outsider steal her byline.
“Actually,” Dean tilted his head as he fingered the edges of the latest copy of the Eagle on the counter. “I’m looking into the murders.”
“Well, well,” Rachel leaned back resting her hips one of the empty desks, careful not to knock over any of Billy’s personal items like the photos of his kids and his wife, or the partially full cup of iced cold coffee that had been there since that morning when he’d headed to Helflin to see family. “What paper are you with? I’m not about to let you scoop me out of my story. You want to know about what’s going on down here. Y’all are goin’ to have to get the facts from me, and use my byline.”
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The floor of the cave was covered with trash, cigarette butts, beer cans and bottles, and condom wrappers were scattered here and there. Caleb frowned as he leaned against the entrance letting his eyes adjust to the dark. On the wall behind him where he’d once tried to read the strange letters carved into the stone as a boy, there were tags and obscenities spray painted across the arcane words. He felt his rage boil beneath the surface. These children had desecrated a holy place with their filth. He knew that it wasn’t all done by the two that were inside the cave now; there was too much garbage to be just from them. His sanctuary had been violated over and over again since he’d stopped coming here and covering the opening with downed branches to keep it safe.
Further back in the cave, he could see the yellow glow of candlelight. He could hear their voices now especially the girl’s saying things that no lady would ever say while her lover pleaded for more. It twisted his stomach into a knot as he pulled his knife from his pocket. With an unnatural grace he made his way through the twisting passage towards them. The former Priest paused once in the shadows taking in the scene, he could feel the power of the First tingling over his flesh.
“It’s disgusting isn’t it?” She asked wearing the face of his first victim. Her light blonde hair pulled back into a thick ponytail while the front of her white dress was sliced open and dripping blood. “They are fornicating in your haven. This is where I first started talking to you. Do you remember that?”
“I’d never be able to forget it,” he whispered although he knew he didn’t need to speak for her to understand him. The moans and grunts of the teenagers swallowed his words.
The girl was riding the boy, her long dark hair cascading down her naked back. Caleb could see the shadows of tattoos running up her arms, and knew that he was about to do the right thing, the righteous thing. As the girl drew back, his knife slashed across her throat. It was so sharp and he was so fast, that she didn’t even know she was dead until a curtain of blood began to run down her torso covering her naked breasts. Beneath her the boy cried out in terror as the blood came rushing down over him, and her body fell across him. He tried to scramble out from beneath her, but he was too tangled in the rough spun army blanket they were laying on and the corpse.
“You should never have let that dirty girl have her way with you,” Caleb said as he stepped into the light besides the boy bringing his booted foot down on the boy’s hair to keep him from moving without tearing out a good chunk of his scalp. “You probably think I’m goin’ to kill you too, but I’m not. I’ve got work for you to do, and a new master for you to serve.”
Caleb called on the power of the First. The blue of his eyes bled away as his pupils expanded until his eyes were the solid black of his soul. He kneeled down placing the boy’s head between his knees and started the ritual. First he reached into the boy’s mouth and pulled on his tongue, stretching it out as far as it would go, and then cut it off with a quick flick of his knife. The boy’s mouth filled with blood, and Caleb just smiled as he cut out the boy’s eyes one at a time. Next came the thread made from the guts of a murderer, with it he stitched the Bringer’s eyes and mouth shut. When he was done, he wiped the blood from his hands and knife, and waited while the First finished making his minion.
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“I’m not trying to steal your byline,” Dean held his hands up. “I’m a student majoring in forensic psychology. I just want to get the facts for a paper and I’m working on. I’m Dean by the way. Dean Jennings.” He’d almost said Brokaw, but knew she’d never believe that for a last name. “And you are?”
“Rachel Wilson,” she let some of the indignation about losing her territory to another reporter go. “I’ve been covering the murders. I’ve probably got all the information you need without going through the morgue. Trust me on that, I’ve already been through the mess that they call a morgue.” She stepped closer to get a better view of the guy. She knew he wasn’t from town. She’d grown up there, and other than when she’d gone to Georgia State to get her BA in Journalism, she’d never been away from home. “I’d be willing to share my notes with you if you like?”
“Not much of a choice there,” Dean said as he stepped past the counter into the office proper, and walked along towards her desk. “Spend a week in dusty old papers or spend a few hours with a pretty girl…” He smiled even brighter when she a rosy blush touched her high cheekbones.
Supernatural/BTVS Crossover - before Supernatural and season 7 of Buffy
Characters that aren't mine - John, Dean, Brother Caleb
Author: goth_huntress
Rating: NC17 for violence and gore
Chapter: 6/10
XPosted to - jenns_fiction, firsts_chosen_1, sn_crossovers and sn_crossovers
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
“Excuse me?” Dean leaned against the counter at the Double Springs Eagle. It was a small local newspaper, behind the counter were three desks covered in papers with computers that looked to be only a few years out of date. From the look of the place, Dean was pretty surprised they had computers at all to do their work. He was expecting to find them plodding along on manual typewriters. A girl with dark auburn hair glanced around a pile of papers on her desk, she was wearing small black framed glasses, and a light green t-shirt with a picture of the one of the Powerpuff Girls on it. Dean wasn’t sure, but he thought the green one was Buttercup or something like that. “Hi,” he didn’t even have to think about it as his come hither smile flashed her way. “I’m wondering if you could help me? I’m doing some research on the area, and was hoping to get a look at your morgue.”
The girl got up from her desk, shoving the pen she had been holding in her mouth behind her ear beneath her thick wavy hair and walked across the office to talk to Dean. “Our morgue,” she let out a small chuckle. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking into?” Rachel Wilson knew that it was only a matter of time before the press outside of Double Springs found out about the murders, and she wasn’t about to let some outsider steal her byline.
“Actually,” Dean tilted his head as he fingered the edges of the latest copy of the Eagle on the counter. “I’m looking into the murders.”
“Well, well,” Rachel leaned back resting her hips one of the empty desks, careful not to knock over any of Billy’s personal items like the photos of his kids and his wife, or the partially full cup of iced cold coffee that had been there since that morning when he’d headed to Helflin to see family. “What paper are you with? I’m not about to let you scoop me out of my story. You want to know about what’s going on down here. Y’all are goin’ to have to get the facts from me, and use my byline.”
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The floor of the cave was covered with trash, cigarette butts, beer cans and bottles, and condom wrappers were scattered here and there. Caleb frowned as he leaned against the entrance letting his eyes adjust to the dark. On the wall behind him where he’d once tried to read the strange letters carved into the stone as a boy, there were tags and obscenities spray painted across the arcane words. He felt his rage boil beneath the surface. These children had desecrated a holy place with their filth. He knew that it wasn’t all done by the two that were inside the cave now; there was too much garbage to be just from them. His sanctuary had been violated over and over again since he’d stopped coming here and covering the opening with downed branches to keep it safe.
Further back in the cave, he could see the yellow glow of candlelight. He could hear their voices now especially the girl’s saying things that no lady would ever say while her lover pleaded for more. It twisted his stomach into a knot as he pulled his knife from his pocket. With an unnatural grace he made his way through the twisting passage towards them. The former Priest paused once in the shadows taking in the scene, he could feel the power of the First tingling over his flesh.
“It’s disgusting isn’t it?” She asked wearing the face of his first victim. Her light blonde hair pulled back into a thick ponytail while the front of her white dress was sliced open and dripping blood. “They are fornicating in your haven. This is where I first started talking to you. Do you remember that?”
“I’d never be able to forget it,” he whispered although he knew he didn’t need to speak for her to understand him. The moans and grunts of the teenagers swallowed his words.
The girl was riding the boy, her long dark hair cascading down her naked back. Caleb could see the shadows of tattoos running up her arms, and knew that he was about to do the right thing, the righteous thing. As the girl drew back, his knife slashed across her throat. It was so sharp and he was so fast, that she didn’t even know she was dead until a curtain of blood began to run down her torso covering her naked breasts. Beneath her the boy cried out in terror as the blood came rushing down over him, and her body fell across him. He tried to scramble out from beneath her, but he was too tangled in the rough spun army blanket they were laying on and the corpse.
“You should never have let that dirty girl have her way with you,” Caleb said as he stepped into the light besides the boy bringing his booted foot down on the boy’s hair to keep him from moving without tearing out a good chunk of his scalp. “You probably think I’m goin’ to kill you too, but I’m not. I’ve got work for you to do, and a new master for you to serve.”
Caleb called on the power of the First. The blue of his eyes bled away as his pupils expanded until his eyes were the solid black of his soul. He kneeled down placing the boy’s head between his knees and started the ritual. First he reached into the boy’s mouth and pulled on his tongue, stretching it out as far as it would go, and then cut it off with a quick flick of his knife. The boy’s mouth filled with blood, and Caleb just smiled as he cut out the boy’s eyes one at a time. Next came the thread made from the guts of a murderer, with it he stitched the Bringer’s eyes and mouth shut. When he was done, he wiped the blood from his hands and knife, and waited while the First finished making his minion.
//////
“I’m not trying to steal your byline,” Dean held his hands up. “I’m a student majoring in forensic psychology. I just want to get the facts for a paper and I’m working on. I’m Dean by the way. Dean Jennings.” He’d almost said Brokaw, but knew she’d never believe that for a last name. “And you are?”
“Rachel Wilson,” she let some of the indignation about losing her territory to another reporter go. “I’ve been covering the murders. I’ve probably got all the information you need without going through the morgue. Trust me on that, I’ve already been through the mess that they call a morgue.” She stepped closer to get a better view of the guy. She knew he wasn’t from town. She’d grown up there, and other than when she’d gone to Georgia State to get her BA in Journalism, she’d never been away from home. “I’d be willing to share my notes with you if you like?”
“Not much of a choice there,” Dean said as he stepped past the counter into the office proper, and walked along towards her desk. “Spend a week in dusty old papers or spend a few hours with a pretty girl…” He smiled even brighter when she a rosy blush touched her high cheekbones.