Title: The Hunted
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off this.
Prompt: Week 7 Third Verse *BtVS/SPN/Charmed
Word Count: 1301
Characters: Dean Winchester, Chris Halliwell, Buffy Summers
Spoilers: BtVS post season 7, SPN season 2, Charmed post season 6
Summary: Chris Halliwell never died, instead he’s been hunted for sport and when he saves a Slayer and a Hunter he might find a way to freedom.
A/N: This is my first entry for this weeks challenge, enjoy and let me know what you think. Also this is part of a series so look out for more.
Chapter 1 Trapped
Christopher Perry Halliwell was tired of being hunted. He was tired and dirty and bleeding from various wounds on his body and he was so damn tired his eyes felt like they were burning.
He had lost track of time, unable to mark days when he lived in a never ending darkness, it felt like forever. One minute he was dying, he could feel his body letting go as the blessed blade Gideon had used to stab him had done its work, he knew his body had faded but he hadn’t ended up in Limbo.
Or even Up There.
Something had wrenched him away from the afterlife and everyday now he found himself being hunted by demons he knew and didn’t even recognize. Creatures he had never seen in the Book of Shadows.
He met others like himself who were being chased. They didn’t last long, he never saw them again.
He couldn’t orb out, his only defense was quickly prepared vanquish spells and a telekinesis that could barely measure up to the fireballs and energy balls and various swords and weapons the creatures brought.
He was tired of running but he was too tired to fight back everyday.
The knowing hopelessness in his gut let him know that it was only a matter a time before the things caught up with him.
“Get him out of here I’ll get the brother.” Buffy ordered Faith as she ducked a blow and delivered one of her own to the snarling vampire following it with a quick thrust of her stake. As the thing bursts into dust it was replaced by another one.
Sending this one flying back with a well placed kick Buffy glanced over was Faith hoisted the youngest of the Hunters onto her shoulder and fought her way out of the small tunnel they had gotten trapped in.
Pulling her attention back to the fight in front of her as more vampires swarmed around her Buffy caught a glimpse of the unconscious male in front of her somehow miraculously not being trampled on.
“Damn it Dean.” she growled as she flipped over the heads of the bloodsuckers and landed crouched beside him and pulled out the mini crossbow dawn had given her for her birthday firing off a series of wooden bolts to give her some time to rouse the Hunter.
She winced as she felt something sharp dig into her back and quickly turned still on one knee her hand pulling out the last vial of Holy Water she had with her and letting loose.
She could tell by the large gash on his forehead that Dean Winchester wasn’t waking up anytime soon and she didn’t know how long she could hold them off. Dust littered the dirty ground but they kept coming.
She heard a large crash and suddenly the demons that had been gaining ground on her where plucked into the air by some invisible force and thrown into a wall.
Buffy looked up to see a grimy man about her age with long Sam like hair that feel in his face.
He was dirty and cuts and bruises covered his body. There was a cold glitter in his eyes and Buffy knew she could trust him.
“Grab my hand?” he barked out harshly as he ran towards her and Buffy gritted her teeth knowing now was not the time for smartass comments. Her hand slipped into his and she tightened her hold on Dean as she felt her body being pulled away.
She felt like she was going to puke.
Chris couldn’t orb out of there, wherever there was, but he had discovered that he could orb short distances and what he had guessed was the Underworld. It wasn’t any part he recognized but they did have a lot of pockets to hide certain demons or societies in.
He figured this was one of them, suppose to be a training ground or something like that for the bad guys.
He looked over at the petite blond who he had rescued. Her green eyes followed him suspiciously and she cradled the unconscious guy close to her. He saw the large gash on the man’s forehead and sighed “Let me see that.” his voice had lost the harsh demanding tone he had used with her earlier and she relented her body relaxing .
He kneeled down beside her and peered at the still bleeding wound. He had been running for what felt like years and had picked up a few undiscovered powers.
He placed his hand over the wound and a soft warm glow emitted from his palms and when it faded away the wound was healed and the guy was starting to stir.
“I’m Buffy Summers" the girl said softly unfazed by the display of magical ability and he nodded “Chris Halliwell.” his eyes locked with hers.
“Dean Winchester.” the guy coughed pushing his way into Buffy and Chris “and now that we’ve all been introduced can you stop leering at my girlfriend?” his hand went up to touch his now unmarred forehead and he frowned looking over at Chris “Neat trick you have there Magic Boy.”
“Dean.” Buffy admonished glaring at him “Chris saved our lives so stop being a jackass.”
“I’m not a jackass.” Dean muttered sitting up and pulling away from her slightly his arm going possessively around her waist “I had a plan.”
“Did it involve getting knocked out cause then you did a great job there.” Buffy shot back.
For a moment Chris thought Dean was going to stick his tongue out at her. Just something about him screamed of a five year olds immaturity. Thankfully he didn’t instead he turned to him all traces of amusement banished from his face “So what in the hell are you?”
“I could ask you the same thing?” Chris replied coldly going on the defensive.
“Hunter.” Dean pointed to himself then to Buffy “Slayer.” he looked expectantly at Chris.
“I’m part Witch part Guardian Angel.” Chris replied as honestly as he could knowing it was a bit more complicated than that but not wanting to go into details.
“Great,” Dean mumbled and Chris could have sworn he was pouting “I got my ass saved by a friggin Angel.”
“Yeah well I’m not exactly holy.” Chris pointed out helpfully.
Dean brightened “So there aren’t exactly real Angels right cause I made this bet with Sammy and…”
“Boys as much as I love watching you bond.” Buffy interrupted panic lacing her voice “But we have company and I would really like to be somewhere else.”
They turned to see the grinning demons that were making there way into the room.
“Well beam us away Magic Boy.” Dean ordered and Chris obeyed.
None of them were in any shape to get out of there with all of their body parts intact and for the first time in a long time Chris saw of a glimmer of hope of getting out of there.
He had heard of the Slayer and the Hunter, from his time they were legendary, and they hadn’t died this way.