Title: The Werewolves And The Rogue Demon Hunter
Characters: Lois Lane/Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Chloe
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Lois accompanies Chloe to do some investigating, neither cousin is prepared to come against honest to god werewolves, get infected, or meet Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, former Head Boy, Watcher, and currently a Rogue Demon Hunter extraordinaire.
"Get up! Get up!" Lois frantically pushed her wounded, bleeding cousin up onto the ledge, hearing the sounds of howling drawing closer and closer.
Chloe whimpered and went silent as she slid up above, the sound of the tire iron she'd been gripping clanking to the ledge floor.
"Chloe!" Lois screamed as she scrambled up as well, horrified to see her baby cousin so pale and lifeless.
And yet she didn't have time to check for a pulse.
Grabbing the tire iron, Lois turned and tried to lower her breathing, tried to stop breathing completely, begged her heart to stop pounding so loudly.
The howling grew louder, and suddenly the thing that looked like a woman and yet not appeared in the opening, snarling, sniffing.
Biting back her desire to scream, Lois brought a hand to her mouth.
And yet the silence wasn't enough, because their wounds were bleeding profusely, and the thing turned towards their hiding place immediately. It charged, snarling and trying to get up, but Lois yelled and swung the tire iron, the metal connecting with the thing's face.
A pained yelp echoed throughout the caves as the female thing fell to the ground.
Suddenly the sound of a gunshot pierced the night, and the creature roared as the bullet grazed her arm, not really causing much damage but effortlessly pissing her off. Lois and the creature turned towards the entrance of the caves, seeing a male silhouetted by the light of the full moon. He raised his gun and tried shooting once more, but his aim was terrible.
Lois flinched as the creature charged at him, knocking the gun away and grabbing his neck, raising him off the ground.
Gaze going down to the gun, Lois tumbled out of the crevice in the cave wall she and Chloe had been hiding in, grabbed the gun, and fired.
The female creature went painfully still, and then she let go of the man and crumbled to the ground, dead, bleeding from the large hole in her head.
"Shoot her in the heart or she won't be completely dead!" The man stumbled towards Lois.
The brunette did as said, another gunshot ringing throughout the night.
Her eyes then widened as the creature, dead on the ground, morphed into a normal girl, and then melted away into nothing.
She dropped the gun in horror.
"Are you okay miss?" The man stopped when he noticed the blood tinting her shirt. "You were bitten."
Lois turned to him numbly, turning back to the ledge. "Chloe!"
She ignored the man and hurriedly scrambled back up, almost slipping due to the fact that Chloe's blood was dripping everywhere, making it slipperier to climb.
Chloe was pale, unmoving, scratches covering her body, but what was really causing her to bleed out was the bite on her back.
"Was she bitten as well?" The man called from below.
"Yes." Lois answered.
She didn't know who this man was, but he obviously knew what was going on.
"Bollocks." He murmured.
Another howl filled the air.
"Double bollocks." He pushed the tire iron back up onto the ledge before grabbing his gun and climbing up as well.
"I can't stop the bleeding." Lois whispered, pulling off her shirt and pressing it against the wound on Chloe's back. "We need to get her to a hospital!"
"Doctors won't be any good to her now." The man murmured. "You neither."
"What?" Lois looked up at him, eyes narrowed. "I'm okay."
"You're far from it. Your infected. Both of you. One bite is all it takes." He kept his eyes on the entrance, his gun in his hand. "By the next full moon you're going to have to lock yourselves up during the three nights of the full moon or you'll transform into one of those creatures and kill everyone you love."
"Wait. Wait." Lois' eyes widened. "You can't expect me to believe that that was a werewolf!"
"Madam, what else could it have possibly been?" He wanted to know. "Even if you have not been graced to have had the privileged schooling I did as Head Boy at the Watcher's Academy, one can see that this can be nothing other than a lycanthrope. I have been tracking this werewolf and her mate for three states now, since I am a Rogue Demon Hunter, and I know that her mate will be unhappy that we have done away with the only woman he will ever lay his eyes on ever without the desire to rip her throat out."
Lois just looked at him in the shadows, horrified.
She'd been sure that this could only be a meteor freak gone wrong.
No meteor rocks involved?
That made things even worse!
Chloe and her had been so sure!
That was why they'd come out investigating, but they'd been ill prepared for the creatures, and now Chloe was bleeding out next to her, unconscious, while they were trapped in the Kawatche Caves with a man who had proudly declared himself not only a Rogue Demon Hunter, but Head Boy at that. And Lois' mind went in very homoerotic directions when she heard that term, although she was sure it had nothing to do with the All Boys School fantasies that were playing in her head.
But she didn't have long to be lost in her fantasies, because suddenly Chloe was glowing.
The Head Boy and her turned as much as they could on the roof, towards the source of light, eyes widening as they witnessed the cuts and bites beginning to close up. The blood that she'd bled out caught on fire all around them, evaporating in seconds, leaving no trace of it.
"What the hell?" Head Boy whispered, his British accent going deeper as he squeaked.
"Oh baby cuz." Lois whispered. "Why didn't you tell me you're meteor infected too?" She crawled closer and looked down at her sixteen year old cousin, tenderly sweeping some blonde hair out of her face. "Do you even know?"
"Meteor infected?" Head Boy turned to her. "Meteors are the reason why she just healed?"
Lois was about to nod, to say that this could be the only reason she could think of, but then she remembered that Head Boy was a Rogue Demon Hunter, and she didn't know if he would broaden his hunts to Meteor Freaks once he found out about them. Then again, considering that they were infected with lycantrophy they were already on the hit list, weren't they?
A howl close to the entrance of the caves caused Lois and Head Boy to turn around once more, eyes wide.
Lois held the tire iron.
Head Boy the gun.
Then, remembering how bad an aim he had, Lois tore the gun out of his hands (ignoring his squeaking protests) and shoved the tire iron at him instead.
"So shot to the heart and the head will finish him off?" Lois whispered to Head Boy, eyes never leaving the entrance.
He nodded. "These are younger, weaker ones. The stronger ones require more work."
"More work how?" Lois frowned.
"One must remove the heart from the body, burn it, pour the ashes into holy water mixed with silver and then one can do away with the ashes as one sees fit." He declared, voice a low whisper. "I myself prefer having it placed in an urn and buried on sacred ground. Just as an extra precaution."
"So you've killed a werewolf before?" Lois asked.
"Not-exactly." His voice croaked. "I mean, I know the logistics and, well, I've never had the opportunity until now to hunt a lycanthrope in reality."
"So in other words you're a glorified newbie." Lois scoffed, annoyed that this was her luck.
"I'll have you know that upon graduating from the Watcher's Academy I was not only placed in charge of one Slayer-but two!" He puffed out his chest, and then deflated. "It's not my fault they were so...complicated."
"Slayer?" Lois made a face, finally tearing her attention from the entrance of the cave to look at him in confusion. "Like the band?"
"Why does everyone assume its the band?" He mumbled, downtrodden.
It was actually kinda cute.
"And I'm sorry but this is classified information that just anyone can know." Head Boy declared snottily.
"Then why did you mention it?" Lois wanted to know.
He opened his mouth, and then closed it, clearly pouting, even in the darkness.
Lois bit down on the urge to smile despite her pain and the situation.
He was really kinda cute.
And he had a great mouth.
With lips like those she could totally understand him earning the whole "Head Boy" title.
Or well, in her homoerotic fantasy world she could.
Another howl brought Lois' mind back to the situation at hand. "Okay, so you're saying that this is the male, right?"
He nodded. "They were a mated pair traveling without a pack, all very odd since werewolves I've studied usually like to stay to one place and almost always have a pack. They crave a pack. I knew a lone werewolf who was with a normal girl, but while he loved her he was drawn to another werewolf for the same thing."
"How sad." Lois whispered.
Head Boy nodded.
Suddenly a black figure silhouetted by the full moon appeared in the cave entrance, roaring with fury.
Lois gulped, raising the gun and readying to shoot.
The creature charged, going too fast for Lois to get a clear shot.
It was way too dark.
The werwolf jumped at them and Lois pulled the trigger, a bullet wedging itself in the creature's shoulder.
A howl of pain echoed throughout the cave as the creature began to tumble, but as it went it grabbed onto the tire iron and dragged Head Boy down with him.
"Damn!" Lois sent the unconscious Chloe a worried look, before looking down at where Head Boy and the werewolf were both somewhat disoriented from the fall. The brunette aimed the gun at the werewolf and pulled the trigger...it clicked empty. "Dammit!"
Seeing the creature beginning to shake off his disorientation quicker than Head Boy, Lois acted on instinct and threw herself off of the ledge, onto the werewolf's back. It roared, trying to throw her off, but she held on tightly, digging her fingers deep into the bullet wound in the shoulder. The creature slammed back against the cave wall, the blow and pain and blood loss disorienting Lois but she refused to give in.
"Where's the gun?" Head Boy asked, frantically.
"Over there!" Lois snapped, digging her other finger into the creature's eye. "It's empty!"
Suddenly she was thrown from the creature, hitting the cave wall with a loud thud, all oxygen pushed from her lungs.
The werewolf, shoulder and eye bleeding profusely, turned towards her, snarling.
Gunshots rung throughout the night, repeatedly, and the werewolf's body shook as the bullets pierced him.
The creature staggered a couple of steps towards Lois, before collapsing to the ground.
She looked up at Head Boy, watching him as he quickly reloaded the gun once more, apparently having kept the spare bullets in his pants pocket.
Head Boy finished loading the weapon and stumbled to his feet, coming towards them. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, pushing herself up, body in pain.
A shot rang out, blowing off the creature's nose.
Head Boy flinched. "Wasn't aiming for his nose."
Rolling her eyes at him, Lois limped towards him and was grateful when he passed over the gun with little complaint. The brunette then turned to the werewolf and shot him twice, once in the head, once in the heart.
Like his mate before it, the creature melted into nothing.
"Are you sure there were only two of them?" She asked softly.
Head Boy nodded. "Positive."
Dropping the gun, Lois leaned hard on Head Boy, hiding her face in his sleeve.
And then she fainted from blood loss.