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House Of Frost 5/6 
17th-Jun-2011 08:54 am
chloe---vampire



Title: House of Frost
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Lana Lang, Deacon Frost, Crease, Clark/Kal
Fandoms: Smallville/Blade
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Chloe and Clark are turned by Deacon Frost thanks to Lana, Chloe is thrust into the vampire life, closely watched by Deacon Frost who not only wants her to decode the Books of Erebus, but is the only one who knows she's a Daywalker.
AU for the Smallville Season 5 Episode "THIRST".
A/N1: Set BEFORE the FIRST Blade movie.
A/N2: Due to the fact that my story "Vampire" is in hiatus and I have no idea when it will be updated, I've taken the "vampire" prompt from that story and applied it to this one instead.







She hesitated outside the room Clark was being kept in, leaning her forehead against the door and closing her eyes. A part of her knew this was wrong, that she was basically doing the same thing Lana had, and she wondered if it wasn't the vampiric nature that brought out of the worse and most selfish in them. Chloe couldn't stand the thought of what she knew would happen to her best friend should he not eat, couldn't fathom the thought of eternity with only Lana Lang by her side...or eternity in which both of them were dead should Lana live true to her threats and greet the sun upon Clark's death. The thought of being alone in this new, vicious, terrifying world scared Chloe to her core, and once more she found herself understanding Lana and her motives more and more. Eternity wasn't the beautiful promise all those vampire novels and movies made it out to be. It was long and lonely and scary. Especially if you had to live through it alone.

It was with that knowledge that she relaxed her face, opened her eyes, and took in a deep breath before nodding to Crease, who'd been silently watching her slight meltdown.

Crease pulled up his sleeve to show the tattoo on his inner wrist. It wasn't the tattoo that declared Crease to be a part of the House of Frost (that tattoo was behind his neck), but instead this was a special one only certain select members of the House had, which were like keys, opening doors no one else could.

The vampire aligned his inner wrist with the scanner by the door, and the light blue light scanned the symbol before the lightbulb above the door switched from red to blue, and the door slid open. Taking in a deep breath, Chloe stepped inside, staring at the other locked door in front of her which only opened once the one behind her was sealed shut once more. The vampire brought her hand to her nose, giving a wince as the smell of skin beginning to rot reached her. Vampires needed blood to keep their organs functioning, to keep from truly dying, and since Clark hadn't been feeding his body was slowly beginning to rot from within.

She followed the scent, finding him sitting on the floor in the corner, leaning hard against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. "Clark?"

He lowered his head to look at her, sadness entering his eyes. "Chloe...Lana told me...I hoped she was lying..."

His breath was rancid.

The blonde sighed, sitting down in front of him. "You need to feed, Clark."

"No." He shook his head weakly. "I can't-never-no."

"Clark, do it for Lana." Chloe whispered, trying to get him to do it of his own will. "If you die she swears she'll greet the dawn. Do you now what she'll go through if she does that? She'll burn to death."

Clark looked sickened at the thought, and yet he shook his head. "I can't Chloe. I can't take someone else's life."

"Lana didn't choose to be a vampire, Clark, I didn't either, but we chose to still live." Chloe tried, reaching out and curling her fingers around his weak hand. "You're the last of your family, you have to live. Your father didn't die saving you so that you could throw your life away and choose to spit in the face of his and your mother's sacrifice."

That was a low blow, she knew it, but she was pulling out all she could to convince Clark of his own will to feed.

"I can't, Chloe." Clark shook his head, near tears. "I'm sorry."

She was near tears as well, her free hand subtly slipping into her pocket, fingers curling around the class ring of red kryptonite. "Me too."

"For what?" He whispered.

A single tear made its way down her cheek as she tightened her grip on his hand. "For this." Yanking the ring out, Chloe slid it onto his little finger.

For a second Clark didn't understand, and then it did, eyes widening in shocked betrayal before suddenly they flashed with a red sheen, and it wasn't Clark anymore.

Chloe gazed into Kal's eyes. "If you ever take it off, he'll walk into the sunlight."

The weak alien/vampire hybrid nodded his understanding.

Chloe took in a deep breath before turning behind her, raising her voice. "He'll do it."

The inner door slid open to show a group of young women huddled together, trapped in the little room between both doors.

Chloe stood and looked away as Clark...as Kal... staggered to his feet and rushed at the girls.

Soon screams and pleads for mercy filled the room.

Chloe, the only female not being massacred, moved towards the bed and sat down, gazing around the spartan room, similar to hers and yet not, wondering where the video cameras were.

She'd managed to locate all five hidden cameras by the time there was silence in the room, and she turned her gaze upon Kal as he rose from his last victim. Already his scent had gotten better, the blood acting rapidly in his system healing all that his starvation had destroyed. Kal turned towards Chloe, drenched in blood, eyes unnaturally blue, face half-shadowed by the darkness of the room. He looked like a completely different person.

Most probably because he was.

Chloe wondered how this would work now.

His Kryptonian powers had been derived from the yellow sun, and yet now he wasn't able to go in the sunlight.

Or was he?

Would he lose all of his extra powers or would he somehow keep them?

She knew she'd told Deacon that Clark wouldn't be able to handle sunlight, but a part of her had doubted her words, had wanted Clark to have the advantage of surprise over Deacon which she herself didn't. She hadn't wanted Clark subjected to the sunlight test and the silver test, even if they did prove that he was immune to them.

She might be the first meteor-freak/vampire hyrbid, but Clark was the first and only Kryptonian Vampire...and to Chloe that made him more intriguing than she herself was. The vampire virus might have nulled out all his powers, but on the other hand it might have enhanced them, or maybe changed them somehow.

Whatever the answer to those questions were, she wanted Clark to have an advantage over Deacon, and knew that Kal would want the same.

Kal was the proud son of Krypton, and wouldn't do well as someone else' minion. But he was cunning, smart, and would lay low as long as he needed before...

Kal peeled his dirty, blood-covered shirt off and let it fall to the floor by his feet, displaying his chiseled abs and chest.

Chloe couldn't blame him for taking it off. He'd been wearing those clothes for four days now, and you could smell it.

Kal gazed up around him, eyeing the different cameras Chloe had discovered, before returning his gaze to her and stalking with intent.

Something in the way he'd first glanced at the cameras kept Chloe from jerking away from him as she would have, instead only giving a little squeak as he pushed her down on her back, straddling her hips on the bed. He leaned down, managing his weight on the palm against the mattress by her head, eyes narrowed and on her.

"Why?" He hissed.

A drop of blood he had yet to lick away trailed down the side of his lips and fell through the air before splattering onto her lips.

Chloe's tongue reached out and licked the scarlet red away, gulping the faint essence of life while debating what to answer.

She could go the Lana route, and say that she wanted him to live forever, that she was doing it for his good. But she really couldn't see herself doing that, couldn't see him believing it, respected him a bit too much to say that, so she opted for the truth.

The blonde raised her chin. "Because I'm selfish...and scared."

He gazed down at her, eyes narrowed slightly, before he let go, standing up to stare at one of the many cameras. "I'm still hungry!"

Chloe gazed up at the ceiling for a moment before taking a breath and sitting up in time for the first door to slide open to reveal more whimpering, scared mortals.

Kal smiled at the women, not making a move towards them, just eyeing them like a predator.

A little tired, Chloe stood from the bed and sauntered towards the door and the whimpering women. She reached out and grabbed one, yanking her into the room and out of the way, hissing and showing her fangs, scattering the other scared girls deeper into the room with Kal. The blonde entered the intersection, the door to the bedroom sliding shut as the screams began, and only when that door was completely shut did the one behind her open to reveal a smirking Deacon Frost, and pinch-faced Lana Lang.

"You are my little miracle worker." Deacon smirked, reaching his hand out for her. "First our little...assignment...and now you got him to drink when not even his beloved little Lana here could get him to with tears and pleading."

Chloe placed her hand in his, silent as he ran the back of his other hand down her cheek and neck.

Deacon Frost was very charming and handsome, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't bring herself to trust him. She just couldn't. And Chloe had always trusted her instincts.

Lana wasn't looking at her, face more pinched than before, mouth tense, gaze rebelliously turned away.

"How did you manage to convince him? What does that ring mean to him?" Frost wanted to know, finger tracing the blonde's collarbone.

"It's a promise we made to each other." Chloe lied, raising her eyes to meet his, expression blank. "A while ago I did something for Clark that I really didn't want to do, and I promised him over his class ring that I'd do it. Clark promised that if I ever needed something from him, to give him back the ring, and he'd do whatever it was that I needed him to do for me."

"I never heard of this." Lana mumbled, still not looking at her.

Chloe's gaze slid to Lana and then back to Deacon, not commenting.

Deacon's fingers trailed back up Chloe's neck before clasping her chin and raising her gaze to meet his. "Come with me."

Letting go, Deacon turned and walked away.

"Why did he straddle you on the bed?" Lana asked, voice low. "What sort of relationship do you two have?"

Chloe slid her gaze to Lana. "Unbelievable."

She shook her head and followed after her sire.
Comments 
17th-Jun-2011 02:41 pm (UTC)
I just saw this new story of yours and said a YAY! :)

I like the Blade series and Deacon Frost was hot and just so evil! I like how you incorporated Chloe into it and as per usual, she shines and is considered an asset. Aside from being a daywalker, she's a computer whiz and (at least with Clark) a vampire whisperer. Deacon would not let him out of his sight now. :)

Poor Clark, I know he would never kill a human. But as much as I love Clark I'm glad Kal is in the picture. He'd be much more interesting as a vampire than Clark. Hmmm... it seems like Kal has an interst in Chloe. Great, he was always the smarter one between him and Clark! :)

Could somebody drive a stake through Lana already? That girl is annoying as hell and somebody should really put her out of her misery before she infects others with it.

Another yummy character in the Blade series is Ryan Renolds... er, i mean, Hannibal King. Any chance he'd make an appearance? :)
17th-Jun-2011 02:43 pm (UTC)
I have to say this, I'm inlove with that term you've just (i assume) coined : Vampire Whisperer :)

Clark, if turned, would be too much of an Angel for my taste....the brooding one...whereas Kal would be of like Spike, which is what I need for this storyline :)

Oh, if I make this into a series...Hannibal King is DEFINITELY making an appearance!!!!
17th-Jun-2011 02:43 pm (UTC)
Kal always seemed to like Chloe more than Lana in the show, so I hope that still holds true here.

I take it Chloe has just moved up in Deacon's world and know he will be keeping her closer than he had before. At least she is finally being seen as better than Lana.
17th-Jun-2011 02:44 pm (UTC)
Oh yes, she most definitely has!
17th-Jun-2011 03:09 pm (UTC)
Anonymous
Lana really is dumb isn't she? I mean I could see Frost accepting Chloe's dubious promise ring story, just because he would know not to push. But Lana has witnessed two SEPARATE incidents where Clark's been exposed to RedK. Not to mention she grew up in Smallville and knew about the strange happenings there. Although I seriously doubt it, maybe I'm not giving Lana enough credit. Maybe she realized it wasn't Clark, (maybe when he killed several women and counting without hesitation, or when they started talking about Clark in 3rd person, but probably when he straddled Chloe;P) So maybe Lana might confront Chloe later on, but she probably won't unless Kal rejects her, which he hopefully/probably will. Don't mind my Lana hater rant, can't wait for Blade to come into the picture :D
17th-Jun-2011 03:18 pm (UTC)
Well, the next chapter is the last one, and you will see some more Kal in it, and Lana will be discussed...............
17th-Jun-2011 04:43 pm (UTC)
I have this odd image of Chloe telling Deacon 'Hey, listen no offence, but I'm not going to sleep with you if this is where it's going.'

That, and I sincerely hope you continue with the AU. It's awesome. I've been hoping for someone to do this cross-over, it has a lot of potential to draw from.
17th-Jun-2011 04:45 pm (UTC)
Haha! I can see Chloe just coming out and telling Deacon that if all subtle refusings aren't clear enough! :)
22nd-Oct-2011 04:05 pm (UTC)
"It's a promise we made to each other." awwwwwwww even if it´s not completely true is so cute/hot LOL
22nd-Oct-2011 08:32 pm (UTC)
:D Glad you're liking
19th-Jun-2015 06:47 pm (UTC)
Seriously lana? Wow. I just can't like her. She's so horrible. This is going to be enjoyable to read tho.
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