Michael didn't realize he'd said the name out loud until the demon smiled afterwards.

"Hello, again," Victor uttered darkly.

Michael re-grasped the knife in his hand, making sure his grip on it was secure.

Victor noticed. "You sure you want to fight me? Maybe we could make some kind of deal…"

"No," snapped Michael. "The only thing I want is you dead."

"Shame," Victor clucked. "Cause that's not going to happen anytime soon."

Victor pulled out a dagger and began to approach Michael and April. So they went the opposite way, circling.

"When I say run you head for the back door," Michael whispered in April's ear.

April gave him a nod, eyeing the door for a second before watching Victor as he sized Michael up. Judging him; pondering how to battle him. Wondering what weaknesses he should use against him...

"Run April!" shouted Michael as they reached the archway that was an entrance to the kitchen and an exit from the living room.

April raced for the back door immediately and Victor reacted just as quickly. He ran in that direction and tried to get past Michael, but failed. Michael had seen him coming and had promptly shoved him up against the wall.

Victor couldn't be kept trapped for long though. He managed to free his arms from Michael's hands before he could stab him and punched him in the face, causing Michael to stumble backwards.

Michael raised his right hand to his face and pulled it back to find smeared blood on top of it. In one swing Victor had broken his nose.

When he looked up Michael spotted Victor heading out the back door in chase of April.

Panicked, Michael slipped his knife away and broke into a run, fear and adrenalin fueling his every bound.

He was just in time to push Victor off a fallen April and punch him repeatedly.

Victor managed to catch Michael's arm as he was about to hit him for a sixth time and that stopped it. With his free hand Victor raised his dagger to stab Michael in the heart but Michael re-directed the shot away from himself.

Victor was pulled by the action and took an unbalanced leap forward. It gave Michael the opportunity to snatch the dagger in his hands and let it drop to the ground.

Furious, Victor immediately took a swing at Michael who caught his arm in mid-air and pinned it behind Victor's back. He then tripped the demon and sent him falling face first into the dirt. But Victor had a hold on Michael as well and he dragged him down with him.

Michael hit his head on the hard ground below and became dazed for a moment but he could see Victor struggling to reach for his knife while his back was still under the weight of Michael's body.

Michael couldn't wait for his mind to clear; he had to act right away. Michael patted his jeans for the demon knife and pulled it out when he found it. He then grabbed Victor by the forehead and pressed the weapon to his throat.

Just as Michael was about to slash it Victor managed to roll over and shove him off of him. He used his telekinesis to throw Michael even farther away to stand against the front side of the barn. The sudden throw caused Michael to drop the special knife in the grass and allowed Victor to pick up his dagger.

"I warned you," sneered Victor. "You're too weak to kill me."

"The hell I am."

Michael charged Victor and once again they fell in a heap in the dirt. Victor flipped him over and jabbed him in the ribs, causing pain to manifest there and Michael hissed.

It was then April picked up the demon knife and joined in on the fight.

With knife in hand she raced towards Victor and Michael and kicked Victor in the head, causing him to fall over.

April quickly helped Michael up onto his feet but it wasn't fast enough. Victor was already behind her and he grabbed her before wrapping his left arm around her throat and raising his dagger to it after forcing her to release the demon killing knife.

"Doesn't this bring back memories," Victor smirked.

April narrowed her eyes at the comment. "Screw you."

"Now's not the time," grinned Victor.

April rolled her eyes.

"Let her go," Michael ordered.

"But that defeats the purpose doesn't it?" Victor pointed out.

Michael frowned. "What will it take to get you to spare her life?"

"I told you already," huffed Victor. "A deal, your soul for her life."

Michael's eyes widened.

"What?" Victor scoffed. "You didn't think you had a soul? You're human, remember? Besides, everyone has one, or at least some form of it. Even filthy old me; even your self-righteous brothers. You should know that."

Michael was surprised.

"Didn't think I knew what you are or rather were, huh? Archangel Michael."

Michael did not reply.

"Word gets around, and it's obvious you were an angel since only angels can speak Enochian fluently," Victor continued.

"I don't care how you know," growled Michael.

As the words left his mouth April gathered all her strength and pushed Victor's hands away from her neck allowing her to escape.

When she was free Michael rammed himself into Victor and they fell again. Michael landed on top of Victor, and at the same time there was a sharp pain as something punctured his abdomen.

Michael gasped and rolled over in agony.

"Michael!" April shrieked.

Victor stood and pulled his dagger out of Michael's stomach, causing blood to begin to pour out of the wound and tears to spring to Michael's eyes.

Victor grinned evilly down at him before turning his back on him to gaze at April.

"Just you and me now honey," he winked.

Michael desperately searched the ground with his eyes for the demon knife, finding it just out of the reach of his left hand.

He stretched for it, grimacing.

When Michael grasped it he closed his eyes for a moment and mustered up all his inner strength before forcing himself into a stand and hurling himself towards Victor.

The demon knife hit its target, Victor's spine, and the demon arched his back as he lit up and died. The man he'd been possessing fell to the ground, eyes wide and lifeless.

On the other side of the body April was frozen with shock but not for long.

As Michael collapsed back in the grass she yelled his name again and soon was at his side.

"Michael, stay with me!" she shouted as she lifted his upper body onto her lap to cradle him.

Michael groaned at the torture the movement caused him.

April pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed 911. "Yes, I need help. My boyfriend just got stabbed; he's bleeding pretty badly…"

The words my boyfriend echoed in Michael's mind with each throb of pain coming from his injury.

It had been surprising to hear April refer to him as her boyfriend, but it was nice. It made Michael happy. He had found love in the short time he'd been human, and he was grateful for that.

As April rattled off her address Michael began slipping away. His world seemed to dim around him and he suddenly felt really exhausted. He sensed what was coming.

So this is what it's like to die, he thought.

Michael didn't fight the darkness, he couldn't. It just sucked him away… It was so strong that all he could do was accept it.

April had just shut her phone when Michael's eyelids drooped and she gasped.

"No, Michael!" she cried. "Please, stay with me!"

April shook his shoulders but Michael didn't open his eyes back up.

Quickly, she checked his pulse but he had no heartbeat. He had left her.

April laid Michael back on the ground and buried her face in his chest as she began to sob inconsolably.

No. Michael. No.

It was all she could think.