Title: Number Nine
Sequel to: Numberless
Universe: Numbers Series
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Lucas, Lois, Lucy
Disclaimer: Don't Own
Summary: When the girls reach Edge City they separate to try and find the hidden safe house located in one of the most dangerous cities in the country. No surprise Chloe finds trouble. What *is* surprising is she finds another Number.
Edge City was so close to Smallville it hurt, but Chloe pushed back thoughts of her old home and life, of her father, and concentrated on the issue at hand.
Apparently Moira had never fully trusted the Lane sisters with the exact location of the Edge City Hideout, and had given them vague directions and clues as to where it was location. According to Lois it was done this way so that if the girls were captured and tortured for information from the Mogadorians they really wouldn't have a lot to tell them. That was cold, but Chloe didn't comment, instead listening to the clues Lois and Lucy gave her. While it would be safer to do this together, if they didn't find the hideout before sundown they'd be sleeping in the truck in a city that was known for its crime, and the girls didn't want to chance it. So the three of them would split up and then meet up at the Plaza later. Hopefully one of them would have found the hideout by then.
Mogadorian blade fastened around her hips and hidden by her red leather jacket, Chloe felt more confident than she would have been before meeting her cousins and being trained by them. She figured that if it was a lone male attacking her she'd manage-if two she might be in a fix but she'd cross that bridge whenever they came to it.
With that mixed confidence she ventured forth, traveling through the darkest alleyways in the south of the Norman Edge Statue. She drifted further and further away, eyes narrowed on the graffiti covered alley walls, trying to distinguish the symbol she was looking for, wondering what they'd do if someone had spray-painted something over it. They'd be fucked.
She really was beginning to resent Moira more than before.
The blonde was gazing upon a graffiti art of Jesus in a bright red speedo by some garbage containers when she felt the fingertips at her neck, curling around her chain, about to yank it off.
In seconds she'd twirled around and slammed the guy face-first into the wall, the disorientation and pain he was experiencing giving her an advantage as she kept him pinned there. "You know, in some countries, you get your hands cut off for doing stuff like that."
No one was going to mess with her treasures.
"You crazy bitch!" The guy, who was only a couple of years older than her, hissed, pushing away from the wall and turning towards her, face bloodied from having had his nose slammed into the wall.
"You stinking thief!" She snapped back, clasping her pendants tightly in her hand.
"Hand it over." He pulled out a switchblade...which really looked like a toothpick compared to her Mogadorian blade.
She sneered at it, not at all impressed. "Over my dead body."
The guy snarled, tightening his grip on his switchblade.
"You shouldn't say something like that in Edge City." A voice announced from the shadows.
Reacting on instinct, knowing there was no way she could take on two guys at once, Chloe grabbed the lid of the closet garbage can and swung it at the one closest to her. The metal connected with his face and he was down for the count. She then turned rapidly while reaching into her red leather jacket, pulling the Mogadorian blade from its sheathe and flinging it towards the other male she had yet to get a good view of.
The blade swung, twirling in the air, racing towards the male...before stopping in mid twirl, inches from the space between his eyes.
Chloe's eyes widened as she watched her blade twirl without moving forwards, before the guy plucked it from the air and stepped out from the shadows fully. He was taller than her, though not as tall as Clark, probably around 6 feet, with green eyes and brown hair. His body slim yet muscular, face strong, masculine. He wasn't beautiful, but extremely male in a shocking way.
"What do we have here? I can kinda get why you weren't exactly intimidated now." He raised a prominent eyebrow, twirling the blade over the top of his hand before closing his palm around the handle as he slowly made his way towards her much like a predator who'd cornered prey and was sure of the kill. "Not what I'd call standard issue for pretty, pint-sized blondes."
Chloe found herself backing into the wall, unable to look away from his eyes as they connected with hers, electricity jolting down her body.
Just her luck.
She'd had to come across a Meteor Freak.
He was only inches from her, raising his free hand to rest on the wall by her head, leaning down towards her. "What's a pretty little girl like you doing in a dangerous place like this?" He slipped her blade behind his back into the waistband of his pants, and used that hand to reach out and trail his fingertips up her red leather jacket before ascending to gently clasp and raise her chin so he could see her better. "Don't you know that it's dangerous to stray from the path in the woods, Little Red?"
"Would that make you the Big Bad Wolf then?" She raised an eyebrow.
His gaze lowered to her lips. "If that's who you want me to be." His smirk was devilish as his gaze rose to her eyes once more. "I'll gladly eat you all up."
Her eyes widened slightly in shock.
He was flirting with her.
The blonde looked over to the side, where his comrade was unconscious on the ground, unable to keep her smirk off of her lips.
Damn but she was proud about that one.
Now...if only she could get rid of this one and get her blade back.
Chloe's green gaze returned to his, mind explicably dwelling on the Little Red Riding Hood reference he'd brought up. It was ironically very fitting. Not only was she alone in the dangerous 'forest' of Edge City, but she was wearing her red leather jacket, heading towards a female relatives 'home', and had stumbled off of the path and into the path of a villainous wolf who had no pure intentions. Story-wise, they were at the part where the Big Bad cornered Little Red and got information out of her about her being on her way to granny's cottage, hidden deep within the forest...so well hidden that only those who knew where the path was could find it.
The blonde had never liked that story much.
For one, she'd thought Red to be somewhat idiotic to tell the wolf about her grandmother's place, and she didn't understand how the girl hadn't found the whole thing suspicious to begin with.
And second, why did the woodchopper have to save Red?
Why couldn't the idiotic little girl save herself from the trouble she'd gotten herself and her grandmother into?
These thoughts in mind, the teenaged girl leaned harder against the alley wall she was trapped against, eyeing her very own Big Bad Wolf in question. He wasn't just a bad boy, but he was a meteor freak with psychokinesis who had her blade. Those were all points against her, but Lucy swore that no matter how bad things might seem every enemy had a strong weakness (ironic much?) you could use against them and turn things around. All Chloe had to do was find that weakness and exploit it.
"I know I'm good looking." He smirked, leaning a little closer towards her. "But you're making me blush with your intense stare, Little Red." His eyes darkened slightly. "I think someone might have a kink for Big Bad Wolves."
And suddenly, it clicked.
She smirked, staring up at him through her eyelashes. "My, what big hands you have."
He paused for a second, head tilted slightly to the side, before his smirk grew a little filthy. "The better to touch you with, my dear."
He'd taken the bait.
Her smirk grew as she reached out and traced her finger seductively down his chest. "My, what intense eyes you have."
He reached out and grabbed her finger, giving it a seductive lick that sent shivers of shocked desire down her spine. "The better to see you with, my dear, whether we leave on the light or not."
She gulped, barely managing to keeping from faltering at that, her own breathing beginning to accelerate. "My, what strong arms you have."
In seconds he'd moved, grabbing her wrists and pinning them up above her against the wall with only one of his, proving his strength as he easily kept her there. "The better to keep you with, my dear."
By now Chloe's chest was visibly heaving with her deep breaths, heat raising up her body, leaving her a little disoriented as she tried tugging on her wrists and yet they didn't even budge, attesting to his strength. Or maybe, just maybe, she was so affected by this she really wasn't trying to get loose. "My, what a big ego you have."
He surprised her by chuckling in amusement at that instead of being insulted. "Know what else I have that's big, my dear?" He pressed his lower body against her.
Chloe gasped, the heat inside of her flaring up like a volcanic eruption, leaving it harder to breathe...or think. The fingers of the hands pinned above her clenched as she leaned her head back against the alley's wall, her breaths embarrassingly loud. "My, what...what..." her mind was blanking out, her body screaming to give into the rogue sensations throbbing deep inside of her. "What..." Her eyes widened and a groan escaped her lips unbidden as she felt him growing even more against her abdomen, twitching. "God."
"What sharp hearing I have." He chuckled, the sound thick with dark seduction as he closer to whisper hotly into her ear. "The better to hear those little moans and whimpers you make, my dear."
He'd taken her game and turned it against her. She'd thought she'd lull him by playing on his ego, and maybe even kiss him before reaching for her blade and getting the hell out of there. But things really hadn't worked out that way. Not only was she pinned against the wall without any hope of getting loose, but she'd stopped struggling a long time ago, stopped thinking. All she knew was that all of a sudden she had an epiphany.
Little Red Riding Hood had had no chance against the Big Bad Wolf.
He'd wanted to eat her, and there was nothing she could do to stop that.
And Chloe also wondered, her mind lust-clouded, if maybe Little Red hadn't maybe given him her address on purpose.
Maybe...just maybe...Little Red had wanted to be eaten.
Grandma be damned.
Chloe gulped, eyelids lowering in arousal, staring up into his face, nearly sharing breaths with him as he brought his lips so close to hers yet not close enough.
"Say it." He whispered, his breath teasing her lips.
She gazed up into his intense eyes. "What close lips you have."
"The better," he broke eye-contact so he could plant hot kisses along her jawline. "To tease you with, my dear."
Her body trembled violently, pathetic whimpers of need escaping her lips as he insinuated a thigh between hers, stroking the center of her fire.
Suddenly his mouth found hers, hungry and vicious, devouring her whole. Like a hungered wolf who'd finally caught its prey, he pressed harder against her, making it impossible for her to escape even if she'd wanted to. He stole her breath and all ability to think, his kiss and body promising to steal so much more from her before he was finished. He licked and invaded her mouth with his tongue, his teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, leaving it tender and sensitive.
When he finally pulled away they were both breathless, panting.
Chloe's body was throbbing all over, it was hard to keep her eyes open, and her voice was hoarse as she ran her touch over her pleasurably abused bottom lip and gave a little hoarse chuckle. She somehow knew that when she said this she'd be condemning herself like Red Riding Hood had, but she couldn't keep her lips from moving as her eyes connected with her darker ones. "My, what big teeth you have."
His lips pulled back in a predatory smile, looking every inch the Big Bad Wolf he claimed to be. "The better to mark you with, my dear."
And then he reached down and bit her neck, his teeth humanly blunt yet still sinking in enough to leave a mark.
Chloe threw her head back and cried, the pain adding to the pleasure already throbbing inside of her, nearly sending her insane.
His grip on her wrists loosened, and she slid from his hold. Yet the thought of running away never crossed her mind. Chloe threw her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, her mouth meeting his frantically, searching for some sort of relief from the sweet torture he'd put her through. She swallowed his moan as her fingers slid through his hair, whimpering as his hands trailed roughly down her back before slipping up under her shirt, fingers against her naked skin.
Something seemed to pulsate with life against her chest, and she ignored it vehemently, too caught up in the hurricane of sensations, resentful against anything that might pull her away from this foreign yet addictive need. But the pulsation grew, each vibration stronger, forcing her to pulled back, removing her lips from his, earning her a snarl of displeasure from him. Her green eyes fluttered open, and she would have been caught up in his passion once more as he leaned forwards to claim her lips once more if it wasn't for the fact that her gaze caught the sight of something shinning inside of his shirt. She lifted her hand, blocking her lips as his made contact with her palm, and the blonde's eyes narrowed as she used her other hand to reach down into his shirt and yank out the hidden pendant of the necklace he wore.
Chloe gasped in shock, seeing a similar yet distinct pendant to the one she wore...glowing bight blue.
His green eyes widened as well as he watched the glow from his pendant seep into her hands, visibly draining into her veins and traveling throughout her body before racing up her spine to her head.
Chloe could feel the warmth as she flung her head back, eyes wide, the blue light shining out from her orbs light the beacon of a lighthouse.
Images too fast for her to see clearly or distinguish between flashed before her eyes before disappearing in a sea of light blue, and then it was gone, and she was looking up at the darkening Edge City sky. She was dizzy, disorientation slowly melting from her frazzled mind, she could hear his voice talking to her. His hand cupped behind her head, his eyes stared into hers.
Chloe gazed into his green eyes, breathing rapidly, scared. "What just happened?"
"It all makes sense now..." His eyes were wide. "It's you."
Even more confused she pushed roughly against his chest, giving a little squeal when he stumbled backwards and she only managed to catch herself and keep from falling.
The blonde panicked, forgetting the thought of retrieving her blade, instead making a mad dash out of the alleyway and into the busy street.