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Hallowed Ground 5/7 
15th-Jun-2012 04:48 am

Title: Hallowed Ground
Characters: Lois Lane, Dean Winchester, Chloe Sullivan, Sarah Austen, Preacher Hathaway, and others.
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural...and Hallowed Ground
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Lois just wanted to help her traumatized younger cousin forget about the attack that'd left her scarred, both mentally and physically. Dean just wanted to get away for a while and wrap his head around his little brother choosing a normal life and Stanford over their family. Neither of them expected what they were getting into when they arrived in Hope.
A/N: I felt the need to write a Smallville/Supernatural crossing and since I couldn't get inspiration for my others...I wrote this one instead. Forgive me. ( '.')
A/N2: The age of the characters in this story are: Lois Lane - 18, Chloe Sullivan - 14, and Dean Winchester - 22

When Lois awoke she was lying on the bed inside of the boarded up master bedroom in Hathaway's home. She recognized it from the brief moment she'd been inside when she'd been looking for Chloe. What she didn't remember was changing into an ugly old fashioned white nightgown. It was unflattering and reminded her of too many of the dresses ghosts usually wore in horror movies. She looked around her, trying to figure out where her clothes were, fighting against the hysteria and questions as to Chloe and Dean's location and safety. Would the people have killed them or would they use them (or at least Chloe) as leverage so that Lois would behave and do as told?

The door opened and the pudgy, short preacher entered, the door closing behind him but not before revealing two of the townsmen stationed outside.

"You look so pretty." He stared at her with unholy eyes, gulping as he began to undo the button of his shirt. "I knew the dress would suit you."

"You keep that shirt and everything else on or I'll-!" Lois pointed her hand at him threateningly.

"I can have the men come inside here and hold you down." He threatened in that disgustingly civil voice of his. "But I'd prefer if it was only you and I-don't you agree?"

She couldn't take all of them at once...she knew that and it burnt her. "Yes."

He smiled, removing his shirt, his gut falling over the waistband of his pants as he came towards her. "I understand your hesitancy, your fear, but this is what you were born to do. You are fulfilling a marvelous destiny, and you will forever hold a sacred position in Hope. You'll be the holy mother." He began working on his pants, sloppy in his haste, in his eagerness. "From your sacred womb he will come...the child we shall conceive tonight...we will be the parents of the preacher and give him a new, holy, pure temple...one as pure as your womb."

"Pure as my womb?" Lois made a face at that. "What crack are you people on?"

Placing his glasses on the side table, the preacher came towards her and she let him hold her hands in his as she formulated a plan. "I know that you're afraid, but do not fear, I will be your guide to pleasure."

As he led her to the bed Lois realized with a sense of horror that these people believed she was a virgin.

It didn't terrify her in the sense that she wasn't and she was scared that they'd find out...but what disgusted her to the bone was the fact that the town's big plan to get their asshole preacher back was centered around the rape of a virgin.

Someone knocked on the door. "Everything fine in there preacher?"

"Yes." He called back. "Don't disturb us again."

The two men could be heard mumbling and snorting.

"Come now my child." The preacher rubbed his sweaty palms together nervously. "We have little time, morning is only a few hours away."

"Morning?" Was there a time-limit on this thing?

Could it only be done during the night?

If so there might be a chance!

Morning was only like three or four hours away!

If she and the others could manage to escape and lose themselves in the cornfields for a few hours they might be able to make it!

"Where are Chloe and Dean?" Lois allowed herself to be laid on the bed, the preacher hovering over her with nervous anticipation.

"Don't worry my child, they are both safe and sound in the cellar." He climbed up top of her clumsily.


That was all she needed to know.

As the preacher leaned down on her, his weight sustained by his elbows, Lois reached up and grabbed his head, giving it a violent jerk...biting on her bottom lip to keep from crying out when he collapsed on top of her...but a little sound came rushing out against her will.

Laughter of male amusement could be heard on the other side of the door.

The bastards.

Pushing away the realization that she'd just taken a human life, and the rising panic that came with it, Lois eased the preacher onto the bed and jumped off of it. She searched through the room frantically before finally finding her clothes and shoes, shimmying into them as quickly and quietly as possible. The brunette sent little glances towards the door as she reached into her boot and pulled out her switchblade. With the blade she tried easing the boards on the window loose as quietly as she tried formulating a plan. The basics were getting out of this room and maybe climbing into one of the other rooms, which would be easy considering her earlier rushed tour of the house proved that this was the only one that had boards on the window. If she could find her way into an empty room and navigate unseen to the cellar to where Chloe and Dean were...well...she'd leave the rest of the planning up to them.

Her childhood years growing up with her father going from army base to army base, joining in his training session with the soldiers, all of the stealth training and the fighting skills she'd garnered from those years were a second instinct to her now that she needed them. Adrenaline fueled her, giving her strength she wouldn't normally have, her fingers managing to dig in between the cracks of the boards once her knife had pried them open enough, and with one foot flat against the wall for added strength she slowly pulled the boards out, letting out little cries and groans whenever the wood made a little noise.

Let the bastards outside think that the preacher was the one causing her to make those sounds.

Finally she was able to pry off enough boards to reach out and open the window, pulling her body through the opening and onto the roof of the porch. The shingles were loose and it made things more difficult and dangerous, but with her back pressed to the house's wall Lois refused to look down as she slowly made her way around the house towards the closest window. The room was dark, so that was a good sign, and once she finally made it to it the brunette tried to open the window to the empty room...only to find the window locked from the inside.


She tried once more but the window was locked tight, and she doubted that breaking the window to get at the lock would go unnoticed, so with a deep breath she pressed her back against the wall and continued slowly sideways across the porch's ceiling towards another window. The room was lit inside, but a quick sideways glance proved that no one was inside, and the window was open, allowing cool breeze to enter.

Realizing that someone could return at any moment given the fact that they'd left the light on, Lois slipped into the room and hurried towards the door, pressing her ear to the wood, hearing approaching footsteps. She twirled away from the door and pressed her back to the wall in time for the door to open up, covering her, stopping an inch from smashing her nose.

Tightening her grip on her knife, Lois waited for the person to turn and close the door before moving with their action and bringing up her blade, slicing the person's neck as her other hand covered the man's mouth, effectively silencing his death cry. Her grip went rapidly to his body, grunting as she slowed his fall to the ground, letting his body rest silently on the floor as his life gushed out of him, his eyes already blank. She searched the body frantically, not sure what she was looking for, but when she stumbled across keys to a vehicle of some kind she stuffed them into her pockets and wiped her bloodstained hands on the parts of his clothes which weren't already stained red.

Standing, flipping the light switch off as to not attract attention, Lois peeked the door open and peered outside, finding the hallway deserted.

Taking in a deep breath, the brunette slipped out, closing the door behind her as she slowly ventured towards the railing, gazing down below.

Down the hall, around the corner, she could hear three men chuckling.

"I'm just saying," the teenager who'd tried pounding a nail into her palm announced. "Preacher mightn't have it in him to do the deed is all."

"What would you know?" One of the men asked with a snicker.

"Yeah, we didn't know you were such an expert in the subject." Another chuckled.

"I'm just saying is all." The teenager's voice betrayed the fact that he was sulking now.

Tiptoeing away from the voices, Lois tried the first step of the stairs, relieved when the creak was minimal. Her gaze alternated from gazing above her to below as she made her way towards, clutching her switchblade.

Hearing someone speaking, their voices growing louder as the person grew closer, Lois hurried the last couple of steps and quickly ducked into the closet under the stairs, closing the door in time to see the waitress from the diner and another woman passing in front of her hiding place, talking excitedly amongst themselves.

"He could be conceived already if the preacher has done his job well." The waitress announced, clutching her hands to her heart.

"He'll have to keep at it, to make sure the seed takes." Her friend replied with a pursed lips. "Our beloved Preacher Hathaway only has tonight to be reborn in the pure womb of the virgin mother."

"Blood of his blood, flesh of his flesh." The waitress sighed dreamily.

"Will he be able to inhabit the body the moment it is conceived-or will he have to wait for the birth I wonder?" The second woman tapped a finger to her lips. "I never understood the scriptures on that aspect too well."

"It is a bit vague, isn't it?" The waitress tilted her head. "But I always believed that it was when the child became the age of christ when he became a man and spent that time in the tabernacle, that the Preacher would take over its body." She shrugged. "But as you said, it's somewhat vague."

"And talking about vague...everyone's being that when it comes to the two in the cellar." The woman looked towards a door across the room. "I'm hearing a couple of the people wondering if we shouldn't just keep them around for breeding sake. We could do with new blood."

"If we kept the guy and Preacher Hathaway converts him, I'd think about getting married." The waitress giggled, joined in by her friends.

Shaking their heads in amusement, the two women left.

Waiting until she couldn't hear their footsteps anymore, Lois crept out of the closet and hurried towards the door the women had been looking at. It was locked, so she turned the bolt and winced when it made a loud noise, but thankfully no one seemed to have heard. She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her, seeing a dim light down below.

Not knowing whether were was a guard standing guard below or what, Lois took the steps as quietly as possible...until she came into view of the dimly lit cellar and nearly dropped her switchblade in horror.

Dean was unconscious on the ground, covered in blood, and still as death.

Chloe knelt on the ground in a seated position, covered in blood, a knife in her hand. Her clothes were torn and there was a dark bruise growing on her face from where she'd obviously been hit, her bottom lip split.

Lying on the floor, face down and in a pool of his own blood, was a man Lois hadn't seen before but had to have been one of these backwards bastards.

"Chloe?" Lois whispered, horrified...terrified.

Chloe didn't acknowledge her voice, staring down at her bloody hands and knife.

Not again.

Dear god not again!

Throwing herself down the rest of the steps, Lois hurried towards her cousin and knelt in front of her, cradling her face in her shaking hands. "Chloe? Are you alright? Chloe look at me! Chloe please!"

Chloe just stared in front of her, not reacting.

No no no no!

"Baby, I need you here. I need you to look at me. Please Chloe." Lois tried reaching her cousin, staring desperately into those blank eyes. "Honey, we need to get out of here and I need you alert to do it."

Giving a little cry of impotence, Lois closed her eyes tightly before shaking her head and opening her eyes, crawling over to Dean's body and pressing her fingers to his throat, relieved to feel a steady pulse. He must have been knocked out or just passed out from pain.

"Dean." She shook his body, not taking account the injuries he'd sustained in the car crash. "Dean! You need to wake up now!"

He groaned before hazel eyes fluttered open and he stared at her in painful disorientation. "What...happened?"

"We were in a car crash, they brought us back to Hathaway's home. We're in his cellar and we need to leave now before they realize I killed the guy who was supposed to rape me, and that I managed to escape the room."

He sat up, flinching in pain...before going still when his hazel gaze fell on Chloe.

"I need help with her, she's gone catatonic again." Lois bit back tears as she stood and helped Dean up, flinching at his groan of pain.

"Again?" Dean hissed, clutching at his side.

Lois ran her shaky hand through her hair. "Two months ago a raving psychopath broke into Chloe's home and drove a dagger into her heart. Twice. She survived only for the psycho to attack her in her hospital bed hours later, trying to finish the job."

"Stabbed her in the heart? Twice?" Dean's eyes widened. "There's no way she could be alive if that was true."

"Look for yourself." She pointed towards the torn part of Chloe's shirt which bared the section of skin over her heart.

Dean limped towards the blonde and then knelt before her, his hazel eyes widening at the intersecting scars. "Impossible."

"The person who did it said that they needed to kill her because of the devil." Lois whispered, feeling her hysteria beginning to grow in strength. "Chloe somehow managed to get away and crawl into the bathroom, locking herself inside of it. She was nearly dead when Uncle Gabe came home and found her. And in the hospital the adrenaline that was still in her system from the fear gave her enough strength to fight off the attacker until her screams attracted the nurses' attention and the person fled."

Dean reached out, face fascinated as his dirty fingers traced the mark on Chloe's chest. "It's a cross."

The touch seemed to shock something in Chloe because she took in a deep breath and a cry escaped her lips as the blankness melted out of her eyes.

She stared into his eyes in scared confusion. "You're alive?"

"Chloe!" Lois cried out in relief, going to hug her cousin, who was shaking viciously. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here to protect you! I'm so sorry!"

Chloe held onto her tightly, her shaking continuing to grow worse as she cried softly. "He didn't have permission to touch me…it's why he was here while everyone was busy waiting on the conception…it's why they didn't hear him when I got his knife and stopped him before he could-anything."

Oh thank god!

Lois pressed a watery kiss to Chloe's forehead before turning to look at Dean. "We need to get out of here before those lunatics realize that their inseminator's dead and gone." She stood, helping Chloe up with her, holding the girl tightly as Chloe clung to her. "We can't waste another moment, there's no telling what these fucking perverts will do if they find out that I'm not a virgin."

Dean frowned, standing tall. "What are you saying?"

"That I don't put it past these freaks to use Chloe for their goddamn ritual!" Lois snapped. "Now can you please stop asking questions and help with a plan? I have keys to some vehicle off of one of the guys upstairs. If we can make it out of this place and into the truck we might have a chance."

"You...whore." Chloe whispered softly before shocking Lois by pushing her away, eyes filled with hate.

"Chloe?" Lois squeaked, backing towards where Dean had gone tense.

"Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death." Chloe sneered, tightening her hold on the knife in her hand. "For her house inclineth unto death, and her paths unto the dead."

Dean suddenly reached out with his hand and swept a shocked, confused, and hurt Lois behind him protectively. "That's not Chloe."

"What?" Lois couldn't understand him.

"A widow, or a divorced woman, or a woman who has been defiled, or a prostitute, these he shall not marry." Chloe continued to quote what was apparently the Bible, derision in her voice and face. "But he shall take as his wife a virgin of his own people." She raised her chin. "I should have known that you were not the one of the prophecy and that this child was instead...the virgin Mary was a mere twelve years old when she bore the christ-child."

"Hathaway?" Lois whispered in horror, suddenly understanding what Dean had been saying.

"It's your beauty that beguiled me, my people." Chloe spat as the doors above opened, and the people began to slowly make their way down the steps. "Just like a prostitute who braids her hair and lines her eyes to tempt and corrupt a saint you would have led me astray!"

"You sick bastard." Dean hissed. "Leave that little girl alone!"

"These girls are mine by birthright and blood!" Chloe snapped at Dean, eyes flashing angrily. "From the womb of the one who caused my demise would come the womb that would give me life anew. Blood of my blood. Flesh of my flesh."

The implications hit Lois like a mac truck. "We're descendants of the little girl who told Liberty about what you whack jobs were doing..."

"I don't claim whores as my kin." Chloe spat in disgust.

"Your kin?" Dean's eyes were widened in horror and disgust as he ran his hand over his head. "She was your daughter?"

"I had many children, god wished me to be fruitful and multiple." Chloe chuckled as she motioned to the people swarming in the cellar and stairs.

"New blood." Lois whispered, being to shake as she remembered the conversation she's overheard. "You're all related!"

"There's a little thing called for situations like these when you can't find someone on your own in your deadbeat town!" Dean smartmouthed.

"We needed to keep the lineage pure." One of the people announced.

"Unclean heathens like you would never understand." Another defended.

"Yeah! You're right!" Dean snapped. "I'll never understand how boning my goddamn sister would be all the rage!"

"Enough." Chloe's voice morphed terrifyingly, her eyes narrowed, her lips pulled in a disgusted sneer. "Take these two to the field and let at least their deaths contribute to the lord's work...since their living works were obviously in the employment of the devil." A small, delicate hand grabbed viciously at the neck of her torn shirt, tearing it further as she showed the scars on her heart. "We have been given a sign! Our god is with us!"

Murmurs and thanks to the lord were given as many of the people went to their knees.

"She's not useful to you!" Lois was desperate, pulling at straws. "The person who gave her those scars raped her before trying to kill her."

Dean turned to Lois, face pale and sick.

"She's not a virgin." Lois stared deep into her cousin's eyes, praying that the thing within her didn't have access to Chloe's memories, because if it did it'd know Lois was lying and all would be lost. "The man raped her for hours before finally getting tired and driving the knife through her heart."

Chloe's head tilted to the side, eyeing Lois curiously, before her lips pulled into a Joker-esque smile as she tapped the dull side of her knife's blade against her own head. "A false witness shall not be unpunished, and he that speaketh lies shall perish." Her head turned towards the crowd, her finger curling, beckoning someone near. "Joshua my son, come forwards."

The teenaged boy who'd been about to drive the nail in Lois' palm before, and who'd expressed his doubt on the preacher's ability to perform, came to stand before Chloe. "Yes Preacher Hathaway."

Chloe's hand rose to the taller boy, cupping his cheek. "I have always known you'd be of a special service of the lord."

The boy's face shone with happiness. "What would you have me do, Preacher Hathaway?"

"Shhhhhh." Chloe whispered, hand still cupping the youth's face as she brought her lips to his and kissed him deeply...

…before collapsing to the ground.

The teenager stretched his neck side to the side before smirking and turning towards them. "This time, I shall oversee the conception myself."

"She is so blessed." The waitress whispered, crawling over to the teenager and kissing his hand in reverence. "To have our link to god bless her with her first pleasure."

"She is." Hathaway in the the teenager's body agreed, before those cold eyes went to Lois and Dean. "Take them and offer them to the Lord." He slipped out of the waitress' hold, going to pick up the unconscious Chloe. "It's time I was born."

15th-Jun-2012 02:00 pm (UTC)
Damn this is definitely dark!
The situation is so not helpful on Chloe's health.
15th-Jun-2012 10:12 pm (UTC)
Yep, it is DEFINITELY not the best situation for Chloe's mental + physical health.
15th-Jun-2012 06:57 pm (UTC)
this sends a chill down my spine... soo creepy awesome.... looked the movie up by the way and i'm really amazed how you always find such stuff ;)

thanks for the update..
15th-Jun-2012 10:13 pm (UTC)
Yeah....anything with horror in it I try to watch it. I'm "Horror Girl" in my group of friends, and have converted most (if not all) of them to the darkside lmfao :)
15th-Jun-2012 10:50 pm (UTC)
Holy crap this story is creeping me out!! Poor Chloe, can't wait to see what happens next.
16th-Jun-2012 06:12 am (UTC)
Well.....you'll SOON find out ;)
16th-Jun-2012 12:48 am (UTC)
So creepy! I hope the trio are able to come out of this fic relatively unscathed. I'm not sure that is possible, but I'll keep my fingers crossed!
16th-Jun-2012 08:59 am (UTC)
Wow I can't wait to find out what happens next. And I really hope that we get to find out more about the attack on Chloe.
16th-Jun-2012 11:26 pm (UTC)
DAMN!!! This story is getting even creepier! *shivers* I hope everyone ends up okay and that Chloe gets away from Hathaway before he can touch her. *hugs* Poor Chloe, she’s been through so much already and the stuff keeps getting even more traumatizing for her :((

Very interesting info about Chloe’s previous attack... She was stabbed twice (Holy shit, TWICE!) by some guy(?) because of the devil? Like he(?) thought she was the devil, or connected to the devil, or something? Huh, very curious. Also the whole thing with Chloe’s scar and it being a mark of a cross is super interesting as well, not to mention kinda creepy too. I am a little curious to know if it was Dean’s touch that brought Chloe back from her shocked state?

Chloe ending up being possessed by Preacher Hathaway was a REALLY good twist! I didn’t see it coming and I was just as shocked as Lois. Nicely done. Also the twist with Chloe and Lois being the descendants of Hathaway and his daughter, the one who was responsible for his demise was really shocking too. WOW!!

Lois was totally kickass in this chapter. The way she killed the preacher by snapping his neck was completely badass. Fuck Yeah!! Go Lois!! He soooo deserved it, hell the whole town NEEDS to fucking die! =)

Anyway, this was awesome and CREEPY and I can’t wait to read more! Thanks for updating!!!
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