Title: When Past Meets Present
Sequel to:Come What May
Universe: Chloe & The Brothers Series
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Fandoms: Smallville/Vampire Diaries/Supernatural
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe is finally enjoying being with Stefan and Damon, taking things one day at a time, figuring she has time before she has to come to terms with her past and what she wants to do about her future. Then Sam and Dean arrive.
"Craaaaaazzzzzzzy!" Chloe sang along to Crystal Ball's cover of the Britney Spears song as she danced around the spacious third floor living room, duster in one hand, bandanna covering her hair. The music blared loudly, and thanks to the fact that the house was a bit out of town she didn't have to worry about bothering the neighbors. The house, though quite grand, had been in a state of abandonment due to the fact that Damon hadn't ever really stuck around much. He'd admitted to buying the manor in the woods on a spur of the moment decision because it'd reminded him of his birth home (and then he'd forbidden her from ever revealing that to Stefan because his brother would read way too much into it and think he actually had a heart
and 'all that crap').
She really liked this place, and Damon and Stefan had left to go buy groceries and run other errands she'd ordered them to do so she could have some time to herself and clean without Stefan offering to help or Damon offering to Compel someone to come and do the job for her. The blonde had spent most of the week they'd been settling in cleaning, and was amused by the fact that she was actually enjoying the whole house-wife vibe she was channeling. Before her life had been hectic, always on the road, and she'd never really had time to do things like this...and now she was just making sure she didn't miss out on anything.
She had to die to learn to start living.
Bobbing her head to the music, Chloe dusted the statues and old portraits, going to the windows and flinging them open when the dust became too much for her to handle. She went around the third floor, opening all the windows and doors, going to one of the rooms and flinging open the french doors, stepping out into the veranda still dancing to the music that blasted loud from deep within the house.
The blonde took in a deep breath of forest air and smiled, leaning against the railing as she gazed at the endless trees around her.
She'd been a city girl through and through, and yet with the temptations that being so close to so many humans brought, she was really beginning to enjoy being a little apart from them.
The song inside transitioned into another, and Chloe sauntered back inside, getting back to cleaning. There was a lot that she needed to do. At least the kitchen was now a hundred per cent cleaned, and ready for her to lock Stefan in so he could create one of his culinary masterpieces.
So deeply into cleaning, Chloe gave a little shriek when a knock sounded on the door.
Wiping her hand over her sweaty brow, Chloe sniffed herself and made a face.
She really needed a bath.
She was covered in sweat, and her clothes were sticking to her, her shirt nearly see through.
"I can't believe you guys forgot the keys!" She yelled, pushing up to her feet, turning off the music, and sauntering down the stairs before making her way towards the large front door. "That's so not like you!" Swinging the door open, Chloe's smile melted off of her face and her eyes widened when she realized that the two brothers on her doorstep weren't the ones she'd been expecting. "Sam? Dean?" She tightened her hold on the doorknob in shock. "What-when-how?"
"Nice digs." Dean, like his brother, looked pissed. "Going to invite us in?"
Chloe opened the door but didn't say the words, not knowing why she felt foolish when the two of them walked in without problems.
As a vampire, she guessed she was just used to hearing that question and getting suspicious.
Closing the door behind them, Chloe cleared her throat. "Would you like something to drink?"
"What you got?" Sam wanted to know, expression displeased.
Well, there was blood...but there were other options as well.
"Beer, soda, water." Chloe led them towards the main entertaining room, which, thankfully, was one of the first places she'd gotten in order and cleaned.
"Beer." Dean replied without a second's thought, narrowed gaze on the living room.
"Water." Sam answered.
"Okay, I'll go get them for you." Grateful for the couple of seconds to collect herself, Chloe ventured to the kitchen for the drinks and returned, passing them to each brother.
Dean opened the beer and took a long gulp.
Sam took a sip of his glass of water.
Chloe hugged herself, nervous and confused, emotions rampant in her.
"So." Dean finally announced, muscle jerking in his cheek. "You look very much alive."
"Excuse me?" Chloe gasped, eyes widening in horror.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "He's referring to what you said when you called us."
"Called you?" Her eyes narrowed, confused. "I-I haven't called you."
"They didn't tell her." Dean sneered, shaking his head.
"Who didn't tell me what?" Chloe looked between them, knowing they could see the utter confusion on her face. "When did you think I called you?"
"We didn't think you called us, you called us, on your old phone, before you got rid of it." Sam replied curtly.
"I didn't get rid of my phone, I lost it." Chloe leaned against the wall, bringing one hand to her head. "I-I got drunk and then I woke up the next day in the backseat of the car and later on I realized that my phone was accidentally left in the motel when they moved me."
The brothers shared sneers.
Pressing her hand harder to her now throbbing head, Chloe looked at them. "You're saying I...called you that night? While I was drunk?"
"You really don't remember." Sam sighed, running his longer fingers through his hair.
She looked between the brothers, waiting for some sort of explanation.
"Look, you called late in the night, drunk off your ass, telling us that you were sorry and that you'd made a mistake and you were a coward. Which, for the record, you totally are." Dean pointed out, obviously still angry with her. "You then said you wished you could have done things differently but you couldn't come back or anything because you were dead and if you did you'd hurt everyone." His eyes narrowed. "Wanna explain that?"
Her gaze slid away, heart racing in fear.
She'd called them and told them that-!
She leaned harder against the floor, unable to look at them. "I was...drunk...you...you really can't listen to a drunk
"Really?" Sam scoffed, shaking his head at her. "Because drunk or not, that's probably the first you've ever been a hundred per cent honest with us."
Chloe gulped, closing her eyes tightly.
"Don't you dare try closing your eyes as if we're not here!" Dean snapped, going to her and grabbing her shoulders, shaking her. "Do you know how goddamned worried we've been about you?"
"Dean!" Sam snapped.
"No dammit." Dean shook Chloe some more. "We deserve some answers! Lois deserves some answers! You didn't just abandon us you left her too!"
Chloe flinched at that, eyes flying up, staring up into his face.
He let go of her as if burnt, taking a couple of steps back. "And what happened to your excuse about it being abnormal and immoral to be with us, huh? It sure isn't keeping you from being with those guys."
Chloe's eyes widened as she took a step towards them. "Just how long have you been here?"
Sam looked away. "We arrived today and flashed your picture around town. They told us all about the girl here living with the Salvatore brothers."
!" Dean snapped. "If you just didn't have feelings for us you could have just said that instead of using Sammy and I being brothers-!"
"It wasn't an excuse!" Chloe's voice cracked with emotion, as the tears she'd been trying to fight began prickling her eyes. "I-I-I had real feelings for you! And-and during that time of my life it was an issue for me! I-I'd been in a similar relationship before...but it hadn't worked out. They weren't brothers...but they were as close as brothers." She bit her bottom lip, trying to calm herself, before continuing. "It ended terribly and I had to leave my world behind and start everything all over again."
Sam listened intently, arms folded over his chest.
Dean took another long gulp of his beer.
"I'd just finally gotten my life together again and then you two showed up and I was so terrified that the same thing would happen again and I'd be forced to leave everything behind." Chloe whispered, walking passed them and collapsing on the chair tiredly.
"You left everything behind anyway." Sam responded emotionlessly.
"I know. That's the kicker." Chloe covered her face with her hands, leaning forwards, elbows resting against her knees. "I was so scared that even though I didn't take a chance on what I felt for you two...I still ended up losing everything."
"So what changed?" Dean wanted to know darkly. "What do the Salvatore brothers have that the Winchester brothers lacked? Huh? We got looks, we got money, and we goddamned fought against your insecurities and self-imposed walls!"
"This has nothing to do with them being better than you two!" Chloe shot up at that, horrified and pissed. "I love-!" Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat. "What I felt for you guys...it has nothing to do with...I...it's nothing to do with them being better than you two."
Sam cleared his throat, eyes having widened slightly at the slip of the 'L' word. "Then what does it have to do with?"
Dean was silent, just watching her with narrowed eyes.
Chloe took in a deep breath, hugging herself. "Something...happened...and it changed things."
"I'm guessing this 'something' has to do with what you were saying on the phone." Dean mumbled. "About you supposedly being dead and about not coming back because you'd hurt us."
She nodded, worrying her bottom lip as she sat down once more. "It does. It-I don't feel comfortable talking about what happened. All I can say is that I'm not safe to be around right now, or if I ever really will be." She looked up at them, serious. "For your own safety, and Lois', I need to be as far away from you as possible."
Sam's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"So you're some big bad menace to everyone but the Salvatores?" Dean sneered their name, obviously not believing her.
Chloe sighed, a wry smile touching her lips. "You could say that."
Sam tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing further as he examined her. "What aren't you telling us, Chlo?"
She closed her eyes at the sound of her name on his lips. "A lot."
"No shit." Dean snapped.
"Look, I can't tell you anymore. I'm sorry." She whispered, standing. "I'm really sorry, but you need to go back and you can not tell Lois because she'll come here and she will not be safe. And I will never forgive you two if she gets hurt."
A tiny bit of Dean's fury turned to something else as his eyes narrowed slightly as well at her. "You're...you actually believe
I'm dangerous." Chloe responded, raising her chin. "And you two need to leave now. It really isn't safe for you here."
The brothers shared long looks.
Suddenly the door was kicked open.
"Who's car is parked outside? Is everything alright in here?" Damon snarled, storming in with Stefan after him, the vampires pausing as they entered the living room, seeing Sam and Dean. "Who the hell are they?"
"It's you." Dean suddenly snapped. "I'd recognize your voice anywhere."
Recognition crossed Damon and Stefan's eyes as they narrowed.
Chloe looked between them before turning to the vampires. "Did you leave my phone behind because I'd used it to call them while I was drunk?"
Stefan flinched and looked away, guilt all over his face.
"Yeah, we did." Damon raised his chin, not at all ashamed to admit to the crime. "So what?"
Her eyes narrowed on them. "We're going to have a serious talk later."
"I'll check my schedule and get back to you on that." Damon replied defiantly.
"Damon." Stefan hissed.
"Let him." Chloe replied. "Whether he wants it or not, he's gonna goddamn sit down and have that talk."
Damon chuckled darkly. "You actually think you can force me to do something. You're so cute
"Don't fucking talk down to her like that." Dean snarled at him.
"I'm sorry, why exactly are you here again?" Damon turned on him. "What part of she left you
aren't you getting?"
Sam turned to Chloe. "I don't know why exactly you feel you need to be with these two, but whatever it is you're scared about, we can handle it."
Her eyes widened as she read between the lines, unable to believe he was still offering...
Suddenly Stefan was by her side, a hand on her shoulder. "We're taking care of her and she of us. No one is forcing her to be with us, she's here of her own free will." He then hesitated and looked down at Chloe, a second's insecurity in his eyes. "Right?"
"Right." She smiled softly at him, although she was still pissed off about the phone deal. Her gaze then returned to Sam, seeing the struggle there in his blue/greens and hating herself for putting everyone in this situation.
"You heard that?" Damon sneered. "She doesn't want you or your brother now just like she didn't want you two then."
"Damon stop it!" She hissed, clenching her fists, feeling annoyance beginning to bubble inside of her.
"For some reason you two have brainwashed her into believing that she can't be with other people." Dean took a threatening step towards Damon. "I think it's pure bullshit. A way to try and keep her dependent on you."
"Dean." Chloe frowned, taking a couple of steps towards them, nerves adding to the mixture of strong emotions whirling frantically inside of her. "You really don't know what you're saying."
"Yeah Dean." Damon sneered in an utterly self-assured and smug way. "You really don't know what you're saying. Just like you really don't know her. Not the way we do."
"Damon, stop it." Stefan narrowed his eyes.
"She's coming back with us." Dean snarled at Damon. "She's coming back to where her friends and family are, worried sick about her."
"You're not taking her anywhere." Damon replied darkly.
"You think you can stop me?" Dean sneered.
And suddenly Damon's features shifted, his eyes bleeding black, dark veins prominent, fangs descending as he grinned evilly. "Yeah. I think I can. And I'm going to enjoy it."
Dean's and Sam's eyes widened in horror.
Damon moved fast as lighting, grabbing Dean by his throat and lifting him in the air easily, slamming him against the wall.
"Stop it!" Sam yelled, looking around him for something to use as a weapon.
Stefan moved fast as lightening, tearing Damon away from Dean, who fell to the ground, coughing. "You crossed a line Damon!"
"Are you okay?" Sam helped his brother to his feet.
Dean shrugged off Sam's help, eyeing Damon and Stefan. "What the hell are you?"
"Good question." Damon smirked, showcasing his fangs. "What exactly are we again, Chloe?"
The blonde flinched, looking away.
"Damon, stop it." Stefan snarled.
"What?" Damon shrugged. "She can Compel them to forget all about this conversation."
The Winchesters shared a look before Sam took a step towards her, confusion in his every feature. "Chloe?"
Chloe lowered her head, hair falling into her face, eyes closed tightly as she breathed in deeply, feeling the shift take place. Her face was still hidden from the Winchesters, and for a moment she just wanted to run away and hide, but the blonde realized that they wouldn't understand everything unless she finally told them the truth. For everyones safety, they needed to know.
Face blank, she opened her now black eyes and raised her head, hearing Sam's and Dean's gasps before she finally rested her eyes on them, talking around her fangs. "The term you're looking for would be vampire
Sam and Dean's eyes widened further as they surveyed her changed face, everything finally falling into place.
"See?" She whispered to them, pulling a strand of blonde hair out of her face. "You need to go
." Her pupils shifted with the Compulsion, the Vervain they must have on them somewhere working as the Winchester turned and left without a question, the door closing shut behind them.
She didn't even stop to question how Damon had known they were using Vervain, instead she stormed to the vampire and swung her hand at him, nails adding to the slap, leaving scratches across his cheek.
"Fuck!" He cursed, holding his cheek. "What was that for?"
"You really need to ask?" Stefan sighed.
"Don't you ever threaten them again!" She hissed at the older vampire, knowing he was stronger and could snap her like a twig if he wanted to, yet she didn't care.
"Oh come on." Damon laughed. "I was just having a little fun with him!" He smiled evilly. "I wouldn't have killed him...maybe broken a bone or two...but not killed him..." He paused. "Unless he pissed me off more somehow."
"Chloe..." Stefan began. "About the phone..."
"I don't want to talk about it, or this, or anything." Chloe responded, turning around and heading towards the door, knowing that Sam and Dean would have driven off by now.
"Where do you think you're going?" Damon called after her.
"Away from you!" She snapped, about to open the door when suddenly Damon was in front of it, blocking her way.
"You're taking this way too seriously." He informed her.
"Out of my way." She snarled.
"I don't think so." He smirked. "You're going to stay here until you calm down and start seeing this rationally."
"You actually think you can force me to do something." Chloe chuckled darkly, echoing his words from before. "You're so cute
And with that she brought up her knee viciously, connecting with its target, and with a sharp curse Damon collapsed to the ground in agony.
Walking over his body, Chloe jerked open the door and slammed it shut after her, fury and sadness boiling up inside of her, feeding her bloodlust.
Her black eyes went to the forest.
She needed a hunt.
And with that she disappeared into the forest.