Superman vs. Vampire
Title: Unknown
Fandom: Smallville/Twilight
Main Characters: Chloe, Clark, Edward
Rating: PG-13 (mild language)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Summary: When Clark and Chloe spot James and Victoria in the woods behind Clark’s farm, Clark follows them up to Forks and drags Chloe along for the scoop of her life!
***
I could already see him, sitting in his loft all alone. I climbed the stairs and took a seat beside him on the couch. I took his hand and held it in mine. “I heard about you and Lana,” I whispered.
He looked up at me, those blue eyes sparkling with moisture. They refused to fall, though. He wouldn’t allow them to. He just shrugged, obviously not wishing to discuss it.
I wasn’t about to tell him that I thought it was for the best. That Lana wasn’t right for him. She was a rule-bender who wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty if that’s what it took. Clark, well, that just wasn’t him.
He got up, pulling his hand from mine. “I have chores to do,” he stated, descending the stairs.
I followed him. “Want help?” I knew he didn’t need my help, but I wasn’t sure I should leave him alone just yet. I didn’t want him running off to his Fortress anytime soon.
The corner of his mouth kicked up in a forced half-smile. “I’d get them done a lot faster without having to explain every step to you.”
“Hey!” I said, pushing against his arm and stumbling when he didn’t budge.
“Well, it’s true, Chloe. You belong in front of a keyboard, not on a farm.”
I placed my hand on my hip. “I could do the farm thing if I wanted to, you know. I’m a very fast learner.”
He rolled his eyes and stepped away from me. “Only if it involves a computer or a cappuccino machine.”
I laughed. “Well, fine. I can see you’re not in the mood for company, so I guess I’ll show myself out.”
I stalked over to my little red Bug, putting my hand on the handle of the door.
“I’m sorry, Chloe.”
I jumped and turned around. There he was standing only a foot from me, when a second ago he was half-way across the field. I smacked his chest, forgetting myself and paying for it. “Ouch!” I screeched and grabbed my hand. “Dammit, Clark! Must you have a chest of steel?”
I looked up in time to see a real smile cross his face. He grabbed my hand and looked at it. The smile quickly faded, as he sighed. “You fractured your pinky, Chloe. Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.” He scooped me up, and I wriggled.
“Clark, I have a broken finger, not a broken leg. Put me down,” I demanded even though the feeling of being so weightless in Clark’s arms was something I could get used to.
He blushed as he set me down a few feet from his red pickup. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.”
I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “You’re just too accustomed to damsels in distress, I think.”
He shrugged his shoulders, that boyish grin shining through.
I climbed into the passenger seat and clipped my seat-belt on. Clark started the engine, not bothering with his own seatbelt. Why would he need it?
The ride to the hospital was plagued with silence. Clark was most likely wrapped up in his thoughts of Lana, while I didn’t know what to say to him anyway, so I kept my fat mouth shut for once.
Three hours and one stiffly-wrapped little finger later, we made a pit stop at the Talon because I was feeling caffeine-deprived.
“I can’t get this damn lid off!” I growled as I struggled with a task I normally found second-nature.
Clark’s large hand covered mine, gently removing the lid. “Let me get that.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said, snatching the empty cup out of his hands after he had snapped the lid off. Stuffing the cup under the cappuccino machine, I jammed the button and tapped my foot as I waited for it to fill.
“I’m really sorry, Chloe.”
“Oh, my God, Clark!” I shrieked. “Would you stop apologizing? It was my own dumb fault for smacking you. If anyone should be apologizing it’s me.” I set the now-full cup on the counter, grabbed the lid and held it out to him. “Do you mind?”
He grabbed the cup and snapped the lid on. As he handed it back to me, he opened his mouth preparing to say something.
I held my hand up as I grabbed the cup. “If the word ‘sorry’ comes out of your mouth one more time, your going to have to take me back to the hospital because I’ll smack you again.”
His mouth snapped shut, but the corner of his mouth kicked up in a smile.
“Thank you. Now, lets take a walk back at the farm, I need some fresh air.
As we drove back to the farm, I tried to coax him into talking about Lana. I knew he needed to talk about it, but it was like pulling teeth. Back at the farm, I headed straight for the woods behind the farm. Clark was walking leisurely beside me, eyeing me. After several minutes of him practically staring at me, I turned to him. “What? What are you staring at? Do I have a coffee stain on my face?”
“It’s not like you to go for a walk in the woods without an ulterior motive, like a story you’re working on.” His eyebrows shot up in curiosity.
I sighed. Damn, he knew me way too well. “Haven’t you been following the news? There’s been five people found dead over the past week. The trail of bodies leads in this direction.”
He flashed his white teeth. “I knew it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, yes. Chloe Sullivan out on a story. That’s a real shocker, Clark.”
The trees got thicker, sending the two of us into shadows. Here and there, the sun peeked through, sending rays of light across the forest. The moss covering the trunks of trees, made it a world of green.
About thirty minutes and ten near-falls later, we were entering a clearing in the center of the woods. The sun shone brightly, making me squint as my eyes tried to adjust from the dim light under the canopy.
“Getting tired yet?” Clark asked with a smirk on his face.
I glared at him. “No, I’m fine.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “I had to catch you about ten times.”
I shrugged my shoulder. “That’s why I’m still fine.”
A shimmer of light caught my eye from across the field. I squinted as I tried to make out the distant figure that seemed to be the source of the glimmer of light. I took a step closer to it just as it vanished from sight. I turned, ready to address Clark, but he’d vanished. I looked around, finding myself alone in the clearing. I sighed, walking forward to where the glimmer of light had been a minute before.
“Aren’t you an adorable little snack.”
I jumped, turning on the spot and finding myself face to face with an unfamiliar face. He was handsome enough with long, blonde hair slung back in a low ponytail and a very masculine, angular face. He was shirtless, showing off a lean, muscled torso. It wasn’t until I caught his gaze that my breath caught in my throat. Blood-red with no faint line of a contact.
He smiled, a flash of white with two suspiciously long, and pointed fangs.
My eyes widened as I stared at him, contemplating my chances of escaping. He chuckled, a low, hoarse sound from his throat. “Don’t bother running, you wouldn’t make it three steps.”
I took a deep breath, holding his gaze, trying to keep his attention on my face. “Really?”
He smiled again, as his face began to lean into me. “Really.”
My knee came up as fast and as hard as I could muster, connecting with his groin area. He doubled over, his smooth, marbled hands clutching himself as I darted away toward the line of trees. I didn’t look back, knowing myself to be clumsy enough to fall on my face as soon as I looked anywhere but in front of me.
Then, suddenly, I felt myself being thrown, my body flying through the air before I landed roughly on my side. I cried out as I felt the force of the impact, knowing I had probably just broken another bone. I was having one hell of a day.
The stranger’s face loomed over me, anger etched in his beady, red eyes. “That was a cheap shot.”
“Leave her alone.”
A wave of relief went through me as I saw Clark’s face over my attacker’s shoulder. The guy smirked, a cocky tilt of his mouth as he straightened himself and turned to face Clark. I smiled. Oh, how I loved my best friend from another planet. He looked around, as if searching for someone. His smirk faltered.
“I thought Victoria was taking care of you,” he stated as his gaze went back to Clark.
Clark smiled. “You mean the redhead? She’s going to have quite a headache when she wakes up.”
The grin on the blonde’s face vanished as his eyebrow quirked in curiosity. “That’s not possible.”
Clark’s smile widened. “I’m full of surprises.”
The stranger growled, sounding like some fierce predator before running at Clark. Just before he would have smashed into Clark, Clark vanished. He crashed to the ground and rolled as Clark reappeared behind him. Springing to his feet, and staring back at Clark, he stammered, “How?”
“How did I do that?” Clark smirked, the first cocky look I’d seen on his face. “I told you. I’m full of surprises,” he chuckled.
What happened next happened in a blur that I couldn’t follow with my human eyes. Clark and the blonde connected in a flurry of motion, and two minutes later all I saw was the blonde flying across the meadow and landing roughly in the grove of trees on the other side. Clark turned to face me and I saw his lip had been cut open somehow.
My mouth gaped open. “How could he make you bleed?”
He frowned. “I don’t know, but that’s a good question.” He turned to look back at the stranger, I followed his gaze and found the figure glaring at the two of us before disappearing.
A half a second later, Clark followed, and I was standing alone in the clearing. I sighed, waiting a few minutes before beginning the walk back to the farm.
Almost five hours later I made it to the Talon, climbing the stairs to the apartment above, which I had claimed for my own at the beginning of the summer. I moseyed over to the bathroom, closing the door and stripping, desperate for a shower to rid me of the filth that caked my face and arms.
I took my time in the shower, emerging an hour later, fingers wrinkled, and wrapping a towel around me. I opened the door of the bathroom and nearly dropped the towel as I jumped and screamed.
“Clark!” I yelled as I steadied myself and pulled the towel closer. “You have got to stop doing this to me. I’m gonna die from a heart-attack before I’m thirty at this rate.”
I watched as Clark’s eyes roamed over my towel-clad body before he caught my gaze and blushed. “Uh, sorry. I just got back. Get dressed. We need to talk.”
I raised an eyebrow before nodding and turning toward my bedroom. I dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans and a blue button-down.
I went to the kitchen, pouring myself some orange juice before taking a seat on the couch. Clark sat on the chair across from me, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward.
“How would you like to take a trip with me?” he asked.
“Where are we going?”
“Washington.”
“Why?”
“That blonde guy in the woods and his girlfriend ran up there. I need your help figuring this mystery out.” He smiled at me, his boyish grin making my stomach flip against my better judgment. “And I know how much you like solving a mystery.”
I smiled back at him. “How well you know me,” I said, before jumping up and beginning to pack.
The following morning, Clark stood in my kitchen, making me a cup of coffee as I gathered my things from the bathroom and stuffed them in my bag.
“I don’t see why you can’t just run us up there. It’ll take us half the day to drive.”
Clark shook his head. “We’re going to need a car, anyway.”
I sighed, giving up the argument.
We arrived in Forks, Washington at six that evening, parking in the lot of the only motel in the small town. It took us fifteen minutes to check in and drop our bags into the room. I noted the double beds, unsurprised.
Fandom: Smallville/Twilight
Main Characters: Chloe, Clark, Edward
Rating: PG-13 (mild language)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Summary: When Clark and Chloe spot James and Victoria in the woods behind Clark’s farm, Clark follows them up to Forks and drags Chloe along for the scoop of her life!
***
I could already see him, sitting in his loft all alone. I climbed the stairs and took a seat beside him on the couch. I took his hand and held it in mine. “I heard about you and Lana,” I whispered.
He looked up at me, those blue eyes sparkling with moisture. They refused to fall, though. He wouldn’t allow them to. He just shrugged, obviously not wishing to discuss it.
I wasn’t about to tell him that I thought it was for the best. That Lana wasn’t right for him. She was a rule-bender who wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty if that’s what it took. Clark, well, that just wasn’t him.
He got up, pulling his hand from mine. “I have chores to do,” he stated, descending the stairs.
I followed him. “Want help?” I knew he didn’t need my help, but I wasn’t sure I should leave him alone just yet. I didn’t want him running off to his Fortress anytime soon.
The corner of his mouth kicked up in a forced half-smile. “I’d get them done a lot faster without having to explain every step to you.”
“Hey!” I said, pushing against his arm and stumbling when he didn’t budge.
“Well, it’s true, Chloe. You belong in front of a keyboard, not on a farm.”
I placed my hand on my hip. “I could do the farm thing if I wanted to, you know. I’m a very fast learner.”
He rolled his eyes and stepped away from me. “Only if it involves a computer or a cappuccino machine.”
I laughed. “Well, fine. I can see you’re not in the mood for company, so I guess I’ll show myself out.”
I stalked over to my little red Bug, putting my hand on the handle of the door.
“I’m sorry, Chloe.”
I jumped and turned around. There he was standing only a foot from me, when a second ago he was half-way across the field. I smacked his chest, forgetting myself and paying for it. “Ouch!” I screeched and grabbed my hand. “Dammit, Clark! Must you have a chest of steel?”
I looked up in time to see a real smile cross his face. He grabbed my hand and looked at it. The smile quickly faded, as he sighed. “You fractured your pinky, Chloe. Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.” He scooped me up, and I wriggled.
“Clark, I have a broken finger, not a broken leg. Put me down,” I demanded even though the feeling of being so weightless in Clark’s arms was something I could get used to.
He blushed as he set me down a few feet from his red pickup. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.”
I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “You’re just too accustomed to damsels in distress, I think.”
He shrugged his shoulders, that boyish grin shining through.
I climbed into the passenger seat and clipped my seat-belt on. Clark started the engine, not bothering with his own seatbelt. Why would he need it?
The ride to the hospital was plagued with silence. Clark was most likely wrapped up in his thoughts of Lana, while I didn’t know what to say to him anyway, so I kept my fat mouth shut for once.
Three hours and one stiffly-wrapped little finger later, we made a pit stop at the Talon because I was feeling caffeine-deprived.
“I can’t get this damn lid off!” I growled as I struggled with a task I normally found second-nature.
Clark’s large hand covered mine, gently removing the lid. “Let me get that.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said, snatching the empty cup out of his hands after he had snapped the lid off. Stuffing the cup under the cappuccino machine, I jammed the button and tapped my foot as I waited for it to fill.
“I’m really sorry, Chloe.”
“Oh, my God, Clark!” I shrieked. “Would you stop apologizing? It was my own dumb fault for smacking you. If anyone should be apologizing it’s me.” I set the now-full cup on the counter, grabbed the lid and held it out to him. “Do you mind?”
He grabbed the cup and snapped the lid on. As he handed it back to me, he opened his mouth preparing to say something.
I held my hand up as I grabbed the cup. “If the word ‘sorry’ comes out of your mouth one more time, your going to have to take me back to the hospital because I’ll smack you again.”
His mouth snapped shut, but the corner of his mouth kicked up in a smile.
“Thank you. Now, lets take a walk back at the farm, I need some fresh air.
As we drove back to the farm, I tried to coax him into talking about Lana. I knew he needed to talk about it, but it was like pulling teeth. Back at the farm, I headed straight for the woods behind the farm. Clark was walking leisurely beside me, eyeing me. After several minutes of him practically staring at me, I turned to him. “What? What are you staring at? Do I have a coffee stain on my face?”
“It’s not like you to go for a walk in the woods without an ulterior motive, like a story you’re working on.” His eyebrows shot up in curiosity.
I sighed. Damn, he knew me way too well. “Haven’t you been following the news? There’s been five people found dead over the past week. The trail of bodies leads in this direction.”
He flashed his white teeth. “I knew it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, yes. Chloe Sullivan out on a story. That’s a real shocker, Clark.”
The trees got thicker, sending the two of us into shadows. Here and there, the sun peeked through, sending rays of light across the forest. The moss covering the trunks of trees, made it a world of green.
About thirty minutes and ten near-falls later, we were entering a clearing in the center of the woods. The sun shone brightly, making me squint as my eyes tried to adjust from the dim light under the canopy.
“Getting tired yet?” Clark asked with a smirk on his face.
I glared at him. “No, I’m fine.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “I had to catch you about ten times.”
I shrugged my shoulder. “That’s why I’m still fine.”
A shimmer of light caught my eye from across the field. I squinted as I tried to make out the distant figure that seemed to be the source of the glimmer of light. I took a step closer to it just as it vanished from sight. I turned, ready to address Clark, but he’d vanished. I looked around, finding myself alone in the clearing. I sighed, walking forward to where the glimmer of light had been a minute before.
“Aren’t you an adorable little snack.”
I jumped, turning on the spot and finding myself face to face with an unfamiliar face. He was handsome enough with long, blonde hair slung back in a low ponytail and a very masculine, angular face. He was shirtless, showing off a lean, muscled torso. It wasn’t until I caught his gaze that my breath caught in my throat. Blood-red with no faint line of a contact.
He smiled, a flash of white with two suspiciously long, and pointed fangs.
My eyes widened as I stared at him, contemplating my chances of escaping. He chuckled, a low, hoarse sound from his throat. “Don’t bother running, you wouldn’t make it three steps.”
I took a deep breath, holding his gaze, trying to keep his attention on my face. “Really?”
He smiled again, as his face began to lean into me. “Really.”
My knee came up as fast and as hard as I could muster, connecting with his groin area. He doubled over, his smooth, marbled hands clutching himself as I darted away toward the line of trees. I didn’t look back, knowing myself to be clumsy enough to fall on my face as soon as I looked anywhere but in front of me.
Then, suddenly, I felt myself being thrown, my body flying through the air before I landed roughly on my side. I cried out as I felt the force of the impact, knowing I had probably just broken another bone. I was having one hell of a day.
The stranger’s face loomed over me, anger etched in his beady, red eyes. “That was a cheap shot.”
“Leave her alone.”
A wave of relief went through me as I saw Clark’s face over my attacker’s shoulder. The guy smirked, a cocky tilt of his mouth as he straightened himself and turned to face Clark. I smiled. Oh, how I loved my best friend from another planet. He looked around, as if searching for someone. His smirk faltered.
“I thought Victoria was taking care of you,” he stated as his gaze went back to Clark.
Clark smiled. “You mean the redhead? She’s going to have quite a headache when she wakes up.”
The grin on the blonde’s face vanished as his eyebrow quirked in curiosity. “That’s not possible.”
Clark’s smile widened. “I’m full of surprises.”
The stranger growled, sounding like some fierce predator before running at Clark. Just before he would have smashed into Clark, Clark vanished. He crashed to the ground and rolled as Clark reappeared behind him. Springing to his feet, and staring back at Clark, he stammered, “How?”
“How did I do that?” Clark smirked, the first cocky look I’d seen on his face. “I told you. I’m full of surprises,” he chuckled.
What happened next happened in a blur that I couldn’t follow with my human eyes. Clark and the blonde connected in a flurry of motion, and two minutes later all I saw was the blonde flying across the meadow and landing roughly in the grove of trees on the other side. Clark turned to face me and I saw his lip had been cut open somehow.
My mouth gaped open. “How could he make you bleed?”
He frowned. “I don’t know, but that’s a good question.” He turned to look back at the stranger, I followed his gaze and found the figure glaring at the two of us before disappearing.
A half a second later, Clark followed, and I was standing alone in the clearing. I sighed, waiting a few minutes before beginning the walk back to the farm.
Almost five hours later I made it to the Talon, climbing the stairs to the apartment above, which I had claimed for my own at the beginning of the summer. I moseyed over to the bathroom, closing the door and stripping, desperate for a shower to rid me of the filth that caked my face and arms.
I took my time in the shower, emerging an hour later, fingers wrinkled, and wrapping a towel around me. I opened the door of the bathroom and nearly dropped the towel as I jumped and screamed.
“Clark!” I yelled as I steadied myself and pulled the towel closer. “You have got to stop doing this to me. I’m gonna die from a heart-attack before I’m thirty at this rate.”
I watched as Clark’s eyes roamed over my towel-clad body before he caught my gaze and blushed. “Uh, sorry. I just got back. Get dressed. We need to talk.”
I raised an eyebrow before nodding and turning toward my bedroom. I dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans and a blue button-down.
I went to the kitchen, pouring myself some orange juice before taking a seat on the couch. Clark sat on the chair across from me, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward.
“How would you like to take a trip with me?” he asked.
“Where are we going?”
“Washington.”
“Why?”
“That blonde guy in the woods and his girlfriend ran up there. I need your help figuring this mystery out.” He smiled at me, his boyish grin making my stomach flip against my better judgment. “And I know how much you like solving a mystery.”
I smiled back at him. “How well you know me,” I said, before jumping up and beginning to pack.
The following morning, Clark stood in my kitchen, making me a cup of coffee as I gathered my things from the bathroom and stuffed them in my bag.
“I don’t see why you can’t just run us up there. It’ll take us half the day to drive.”
Clark shook his head. “We’re going to need a car, anyway.”
I sighed, giving up the argument.
We arrived in Forks, Washington at six that evening, parking in the lot of the only motel in the small town. It took us fifteen minutes to check in and drop our bags into the room. I noted the double beds, unsurprised.