Title: the good soldier
Fandom: “Supernatural”/“Dark Angel” crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for “Pollo Loco”; future!fic for “Supernatural”
Point of view: third
Dedication: pixel_0 for her birthday
Prompt: Anything dark and creepy is most welcomed. Maybe something a'la Poe? Or just, like serial killer boys a'la Ben from Dark Angel? So, dark!Winchesters or Ben being Ben or dark!Alec? I went with Ben being Ben, and a dash of Winchesters with their demons.
Hello, Ben, my beloved son, the Blue Lady said, helping to his feet. You have done well.
My Lady, he said, lifting a hand to his neck. He looked around, at the mist, unable to see past it. What—am I dead?
Only if you want to be. She cupped his cheek in her soft, warm hand, eyes the color of clouds. I can send you back, Ben. You will have a duty, something you alone can fulfill. Or you can rest. She smiled up at him, her blue cloak and dark hair gently dancing in the breeze.
Let me serve you, he said.
The Blue Lady pulled his head down and pressed her lips to each eyelid. I bless you, Ben, my special boy. You will hunt non-believers and convert or kill them. Their hearts will strengthen me, Ben. I need more than their teeth now.
Yes, my Lady. He dropped to his knees, bowing low.
We’re at war, she told him, hand on the crown of his head. You are the best of my soldiers. The others have begun doubting me.
He blinked up at her. But—you are the Lady!
I know. She sounded sad. I don’t understand, Ben. Their faith wasn’t strong enough.
He clung to her hand. I will hunt them, he promised. They will learn.
She smiled. My good boy, she murmured. The best of all.
Soldiers were around him when he opened his eyes in the woods. Lydecker’s fingers were on his neck.
His Lady’s voice echoed, his duty, his mission. He felt strong, his broken knee healed, his mind at peace.
Hunt for me, the Lady whispered. I need hearts.
Lydecker fell back and the soldiers raised their guns, but he had never been faster. He killed them all in a blink and then ripped open their ribcages to give his Lady their hearts.
You’ll know the traitors by their scent, Ben, the Blue Lady told him. They stink of sulfur. Track them and call my name. When the time comes, I’ll show you what to do.
He left the bodies for the scavengers, but the dozen hearts he ate. His body was the Lady’s temple and what strengthened him would strengthen her.
Ben hurried deeper into the woods. He needed to find somewhere to clean up; being covered in blood would only get him in trouble with human authorities, and while they were no longer the threat they’d been, they’d slow down his mission.
He followed the clean scent of water to a lake, far from Seattle and half a mile from the road. He stripped and dove in, relishing the cool liquid on his skin. The Lady was a distant presence now, but he remembered her hand on his face, her voice.
Whoever had betrayed her, those weak soldiers without faith—he would hunt them and make them pay before taking their hearts.
After he’d scrubbed the blood off him and washed his clothes the best he could, Ben stretched out on the ground and tried to rest. In his dream, the Lady fought a man with sun-yellow eyes, a man larger than anyone Ben had ever seen. The man called her Lilith and cursed her and swore to kill her for something she’d done to someone named Dean.
When Ben woke, the Lady was completely gone. He knew she needed hearts to make her strong enough to defeat the yellow-eyed man, so with the sun barely up, Ben got dressed and started hunting.