Clark Kent (Supernatural / Smallville ) AU Crossover

Chapter 8

~Two Years Ago~

"You hunters never learn, did you really think you could stop me? I caught your scent back at that police station. A high school internship, really? That was your cover?"

The ghoul now taunting you should be evidence enough that you've messed up.

You're chained to the concrete of one of the grave stones, seated and disgruntled. At night it's like the perfect cover, no one will come looking.

You got reckless. You should have realized this before. You knew that Ghouls took the form of their last victims. When that missing boy just showed up after being gone for two days you should have picked up on it. Your plan was to head back to interview said boy, right after you stopped back at the cemetery to look over some of the other busted graves.

That's sort of how you got snagged.

"You threw me off, usually ghouls stick to dead bodies."

Despite the bounds around your shoulder, you know if you can distract it long enough, you can swipe the blade that's lying within distance. Your fingers are merely inches away.

"Well, I wanted an upgrade, besides little Johnny here is the perfect cover. One weepy story to the parents and they'll let me do what I want for a while. When I get tired of the nagging I'll just eat them too and move along the chain. It was perfect until you came snooping around. Meddling kid."

Your fingers brush the hilt of the blade and you laugh, despite the throbbing in your head from the blow he'd delivered.

"Really, meddling kid, what is this Scooby Doo? You monsters are getting more pathetic by the day."

The last comment makes him glare.

"Let's see how pathetic I am when I'm sucking the blood right out of your body."

Panic is starting to set in, your eyes harden.

"Release her."

The new voice is foreign and you lift your gaze.

You can't put into words what you're seeing, because it can't be possible. You can see a guy, he couldn't be much older than you. You blink, and you swear you're hallucinating. His figure looks like a mass of energy, light, it's an off blue glimmer and on his shoulders are...

"Wings..." You mumble.

The ghoul looks between you and him, a grin growing on its face.

"Looks like I got the two for one special, I guess I can pig out."

"You better run." Your warning just makes the smile on its face wider.

"You really think I'll let my meal get away?"

Your gaze turns to the ghoul.

"I'm talking to you."

It looks at you in disbelief before it bursts out laughing. You can fully understand the hysterics. Despite your calmness you're freaking out, because the glow you once saw has disappeared, and he looks completely human now. You know for a fact that you didn't just imagine it.

You're just praying that you're not getting away from one monster to be taken by the next. With the blade now in your grasp, you're sliding it frantically to free yourself. If you're lucky that thing will kill the ghoul while you make a break for it.

"Really, you're hilarious, almost had me going." It's collecting itself and you can feel just one string of rope left of your restraints. The guy is still just standing there, unbothered.

"I will not ask you again."

His voice gives off an authority that is somewhat chilling. The only time you speak like that is when you hold power. You know for a fact the ghoul can't see what you do, otherwise it would have been running for the hills ages ago.

"Listen here you walking piece of meat, you think you can walk up in here and make demands. I'll gut you like a-"

You blink and he's standing right in front of it, all he does is place his hand on its forehead and the ghoul is screaming. You stare in shock as its body lights up and the sockets of its eyes are burned out. You finally free yourself and without a second thought you take off in a sprint in the opposite direction. You don't even bother to look back.

That's why when his body just appears ahead of you, you stumble, making another quick turn around, but he's right in front of you in seconds and you all but freeze. Your heart is racing, because he just roasted that ghoul like it was child's play, you can only imagine what he'll do to you.

Your night has really gone straight to the toilet.

"Listen you lightning bolt son of a bitch, you really don't want to have a showdown with me."

It's an empty threat, you dropped your silver blade a while back and this thing is obviously on a whole other level than your usual hunts.

"I'm not going to harm you."

"Sorry if I don't believe you."

You're still glaring. Your wrist hurts, you glance down, taking in the blood that's dripping from the top of your palm. You must have nicked it when you were trying to get free. The adrenaline had completely blocked it out. Schooling your features, he looks down at the wound. He takes a step and you respond immediately, firing a punch.

He catches it easily, you're stunned at his strength. You try your luck with a kick, but he stops that too. Now you're hobbling on one leg and he's gripping your wounded hand. You wince against your will, and he seems to register your pain. His thumb brushes over the wound and you're surprised when it seems to just disappear. Not just the wound, but the blood, the pain, everything. He lets go and you stagger back, staring in surprise.

This shouldn't be possible. Even witches took at least a spell to mend injuries, he barely blinked.

The better question is, why help you?

You were convinced that he was going to barbeque you like that ghoul, yet there's nothing threatening about his stance, at least not towards you.

"W-Who the hell are you.."

More like what, he's definitely a what.

"I am the archangel, Michael."

Of course he is.