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The New Circle 50B/? 
19th-Jun-2013 08:17 pm
Chloe---spell

The Secret Circle Part Three smaller

Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, Pete Ross, Lana Lang, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Nell Potter, John Blackwell, Gabe Sullivan, Lex Luthor, Davis Bloome, Jason Teague, Tess Mercer, Oliver Queen, Patricia Swan...
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe Sullivan had a normal-ish life before the circle and John Blackwell turned her life upside down and gave new meaning to the unexplained weirdness that goes on in Smallville. Now life's a witch, she's a part of a circle she's not too sure she wants to be bound to, and not only do they have to worry about Witch-Hunters, but unknowingly to them another circle is on the hunt too.
Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!

Chloe and Diana walked side by side, both wary as they followed the trail of light through different tunnels, both a bit intimidated to realize just how deep these tunnels went, wondering exactly how much ground they were covering. There was no sense of direction anymore. They didn't have even an inkling of where exactly they were under anymore. It mightn't even be Smallville for all they knew. It felt as if they were walking for hours. Were they going upwards towards the surface or lower towards the bowels of the earth? Were they going south or north? East or west? What time was it?

"Cassie asked about you for the first time since we've started talking again," Diana whispered, obviously nervous and needing to talk. "It's usually awkward when we talk but it was even more so during that conversation."

Chloe could imagine, especially given the way she and Cassie had parted. "She wanted to know if I'd dropped dead yet?"

Diana gave a nervous little laugh. "No, she just asked how you were and then changed the subject before I could answer her."

Chloe sent her dark haired sister a look. "I see."

"I understand why she did it. You know, tried to kill me?" Diana took in a deep breath, gazing around her nervously. "Deep down, I get it. She needed my magic so we could stop John. But sometimes, when I see her, or I talk to her, I flash back to that moment and think: I'm going to die."

Chloe felt something in her churn, the blonde bringing her hand to her solar plexus.

Diana didn't notice. "I didn't want to kill him – I sometimes have nightmares about it. I see his eyes as his skin burns and hear him as he tells us we're family; we're the same as he is." She hugged herself, shivering slightly. "And I realize we are just like he is. No matter how much Cassie and I have tried to deny it – no matter how righteous I try to pretend I am." She licked her lips. "I'm not Diana Meade. I'm Diana Balcoin. I'm the girl who killed her own father without a second thought."

Nausea rolled in Chloe's stomach, her magic acting up, throbbing inside of her. Yet she kept it under a tight hold, refusing to let it act on its own as it so desperately wanted.

"I stayed with you here not only because I was running from everything that had happened in Chance Harbor, and because I felt responsible for your situation, and while I have come to deeply care for you, I stayed here out of purely selfish reasons." Diana hugged herself tighter. "I felt that if I helped you somehow, it'd redeem what I had done."

Chloe sent her a sideways look, trying to concentrate despite the upheaval within her.

"I'm selfish and self-serving," Diana looked miserable. "I truly am a Balcoin."

The blonde pushed away the darkness in her that wanted to break free. "You are."

Diana flinched slightly.

"Gloves off, you're a Balcoin, I'm a Balcoin, Cassie is – Pete, Mikhail are – even our nameless, faceless brother is." Chloe cleared her throat. "We're Balcoins. We're family. We're the same. There's no around that. The lives we lived before we found out are gone and no matter how we try, we're never going to get them back. We need to be strong, we need to put old grudges behind us and forge a new path. I don't know about you, but I love having magic and now that I know what life is with it, I'll be damned if I lose it because of sibling bickering."

Diana looked up at her.

"I don't expect a Balcoin Circle. In fact, I already consider Pete as a part of the Thoreaux Circle. I know never to expect him to want to join us and that's fine with me. Our family is nearly extinct; it'd be good for us to spread out, to repopulate." Chloe ran a hand over her head. "I also don't expect Cassie to ever join my Circle. Not with how things are between us. You need to fully trust the person you're bound to and it will take a huge change in our relationship for that to ever be even a remote possibility."

Diana nibbled on her bottom lip. "We've all lost everything. I don't think any of us really even know who we are anymore."

"It's awful, but running away is not the answer," Chloe responded. "Besides, it's not safe for any of us out there on our own anymore." She eyed her younger sister. "We're just gonna have to learn to pick our allies, work through our bickering, and get ready to fight."

Suddenly they came to a dead end. The sisters paused, eyeing the solid wall ahead of them, the light going through it.

"What now?" Diana asked, looking around for some other alternate route and yet finding none.

Chloe raised her right palm towards the wall, placing it against the stone before placing the other as well, each on opposite sides of the light beam. She concentrated and then pushed with all of her might, the stone wall disappearing. The blonde barely kept from stumbling into the room as the propulsion drove her forward.

"Chloe?" a voice called from within.

The blonde stepped into the room, the brunette at her heels, as the wall reappeared behind them, trapping them inside.

Diana looked behind her, licking her lips nervously.

Chloe stared ahead though, greens on Greg and Whitney, who were suspended in the air. "Are you guys okay?"

"Been better," Greg assured her.

"What-" Diana moved to go towards them.

Chloe held her hand out in front of Diana, stopping her movement, gaze going around the shadow-cloaked room, the only light shinning on the boys. "Who's there?"

Diana's eyes widened as she looked around her. "I don't see anyone."

Chloe ignored her, taking a step forwards, eyes narrowing. "Who's there?"

Suddenly in the darkness around them, thousands of eyes opened, glowing in the dark.

"Chloe?" Diana moved closer.

Chloe clenched her fists, knowing there was no way she'd be able to take on this many things on her own, or even with just Diana.

And then… The lights came on to reveal that those eyes didn't belong to creatures, instead they belonged to spirits, thousands of spirits.

"What's going on?" Diana asked, twirling around. "Who are they?"

"I think…" Chloe cleared her throat. "I think they're Balcoins."

That was when something yanked a screaming Diana into the shadows and she disappeared.

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"Hey! This is Chloe! I'm either too busy hunting down the next front page for the Torch or I'm just plain ignoring you. If I don't get back to you about the message you leave after the high and annoying beep, you'll know which it is!"

"That's some message," Jason smirked, shaking his head as he laid on the sofa of the Metropolis place, glad that this would be the last night he'd be here. Lex had okay-ed his return to Smallville tomorrow, Davis being left in charge of the situation in Metropolis while Tess and Oliver rested and recuperated here as well. "I'm going to be back your way tomorrow and I was wondering about that, uh, dinner we'd talked about before. I know things have come up since then and all, but I figured it would be good for us both to get away from things for a while and just relax." He noticed Davis' drawing pad and reached for it, knowing his best friend wouldn't like him looking at it but Jason lived to annoy the other guy, casually flipping through the pages since no one was around. "I was thinking something we didn't have to dress up to do? Like, uh." Jason froze before sitting up quickly, the page flipping onto a drawing of the girl he was talking to. "I-" Jason continued to flip through the rest of the pages, finding more and more pictures of Chloe Sullivan. "Jesus. Chloe, I have to call you back." Jason let the phone drop as he eyed each drawing. "What the hell?"

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"DIANA!" Chloe screamed.

"Chloe Balcoin," a voice echoed throughout the cavern amidst the spirits encircling them. "You have been called to the Tribunal to stand Trial for breaking Balcoin tradition, disrespecting our customs and attempting to defy the rules we have lived by for generations."

"Is that so?" Chloe eyed the determined gazes on her.

"Not only have you not pushed your siblings to join your Circle, but you've bound two who aren't of blood," that voice declared. "You are endangering the Balcoin lineage with such acts and we cannot just stand and watch everything we have worked for be put in jeopardy due to your careless acts."

Chloe tried to find the source of that voice. "I see."

"You have entered into a blood pact with these two Unbloods and the only way this can be dissolved is if one of them were to die," that voice declared. "As you made the unwise choice to bind them, you will have to choose which shall die and which shall live."

"You stu-" Greg's mouth was silenced.

"Let me get this straight." Chloe tightened her hands into fists at her sides, that darkness from before beginning to bubble again. "You expect me to choose which of my friends will die and which will live?"

"Be glad that we give you a choice in the matter," the voice announced imperiously. "You've proven such bad judgement that it is in our right to just choose one for you."

"Right?" Chloe laughed, the sound dark. "Right?" She took a step further into the middle of the room, glaring at them all. "Excuse me, but you dead people have no right in this."

"Mind your words you disrespectful child," the voice condemned. "We are the Elders, we are your ancestors, we-"

"Are all dead. Gone," she snapped, interrupting him. "You had your chance, you lived your lives, and you followed Francis Balcoin's rules to the letter. You were faithful little sheep. And where did that get you? Dead, our family nearly extinct. Having to hide like weaklings and depend on other Circles to survive." She moved slowly in a circle so she could look at every single face. "You've run this family into the ground."

"You dare disrespect-!" that voice boomed.

"Yes! I dare!" she snarled, once more interrupting it, her magic boiling within her body. "I am sick and tired of every single person telling me I'm this big and special person and yet believing they can still tell me how I'm supposed to do things, to fall into line. To obey." Her eyes narrowed. "I am done. With everything. I'm done with the threats from the Luthor Circle. I'm done with the Trials. And I'm done with you." The walls began to shake. "I am alive. I am the Matriarch of the crumbling remains you've left me with. I am the one who is going to have to somehow rebuild a clan every single one of you have had a hand in destroying, in weakening."

"You-!" the voice tried.

"Be quiet!" Chloe's voice deepened, a wave of visible magic exploding from her, silencing those around her. "I am not the one who should be on Trial; each and every one of you should be. And are. I'm trying you and I condemn you all for your part in causing our family to fall to the depths that they have. I will pass the judgments and if there is any sort of leniency, it will come from me." Her gaze went to where Whitney and Greg were levitated. "You will release my Circle members and you will not touch them ever again. I will not choose a death or a life because they both are mine. Not yours. You can not touch them and if you try to, I will destroy your spirit."

"Don't be stupid, child. You cannot destroy what is already dead."

"But I can banish you from here," Chloe responded, hearing the whispers grow. "I have control over these caves; they do my bidding." She eyed the spirits around her curiously. "What would happen to you if you were dispatched from here? Where would you go?" She took a step towards a group of the spirits, who took a step away from her. "I thought so."

"You would turn against your own kind for two unbloods?" the voice growled.

"Listen to me, carefully," she whispered, magic picking at her hair, at her clothes. "I will not pick between Greg and Whitney, they both go free with their lives, and the Trials end now."

Immediately that last part caused an uproar.

"You can not believe that you-!"

"Francis Balcoin-!"

"Tradition-!"

"Unheard of-!"

"SILENCE!" Chloe hissed, her magic becoming visible as it twirled around her, dark like shadows, like a tornado. "Francis Balcoin started these Trials. I am ending them." She held her hands out at her side. "I have not only my own magic within me, but I have Francis Balcoin's and John Balcoin's. I have more magic, more power, than Francis ever did. I'm the most powerful Balcoin that has ever existed." Her magic began to spike outwards, driving the spirits backwards. "I refuse to continue letting lesser beings push me around." She could feel the blacks of her pupils expanding. "Especially not those who aren't even living. Your time is over. Mine has only just started. And I am not going to let anyone boss me around or tell me how I'm going to run my Circle or lead my Clan."

There was silence, and then a spirit began descending, the one who'd been speaking to her all along. The old man lowered until he was standing in front of her, grave. "Do not be foolish, child. You need the Wisdom of the Ages, and we have always been invaluable to the Balcoins."

"I don't doubt that, but you seem to forget that you're councilors. Not the leaders." Chloe took a step towards him, hissing more animal-like. "You don't command me. You don't manipulate me. The only time you do anything is when I come to you for advice. For information. It is only then that you will do anything. And only if I want you to."

The man just eyed her in silence.

Chloe turned her back to him, eyeing everyone, feeling her magic, barely controlled, about to explode. "I declare this the end of the Trials. No other Firstborn shall ever be put through these dangers anymore. They will be trained, they will be readied, but they will never go through these sorts of tests ever again." The magic inside of her exploded, something breaking deep within her as Chloe cried out and grabbed her stomach, bending over as darkness erupted from her like shadow ripples that covered everyone and everything within the Judging Chambers. The force of the magic inside of her drove Chloe to her knees, the girl closing her eyes as there were cries and whispers and then someone helping her to her feet.

She opened her eyes, smiling into Whitney's face as he and Greg took their places on either side of her.

Diana stumbled into the light towards them, coughing, wiping at herself desperately as if trying to get the feel of the ghostly hands off of her.

The door opened.

Chloe didn't move, turning her gaze on the man. "Don't ever pull a stunt like ever again, because if something happens to my family because of you, because of customs and traditions that have no place in my Circle, then I will find a way to not only to banish you from this sanctuary of yours, but I will destroy you. I promise you that."

The spirit continued eyeing her before he did the oddest thing.

He smiled.

He honest to god smiled.

It threw Chloe for a loop.

"When you need us, Soul, we are here." He gave a little bow before disappearing, the other spirits mirroring his actions as they too disappeared.

"What – what just happened?" Greg wanted to know, scratching at his head. "And can you put the demon eyes away? They're kind of creeping me out."

Chloe turned to him in confusion. "What?"

"Your eyes… they've bled black," Whitney pointed out. "Your pupils are huge and there's only a tiny ring of green that's barely visible."

"Oh." Chloe brought her hands to her eyes. "I-I don't know how to get them back to normal."

Diana wrapped her arm around Chloe. "We'll figure it out later. Let's leave this place, it gives me the creeps."

Chloe nodded, letting her Circle lead her away, feeling like something had changed inside of her, and not sure if it was for the best.

Comments 
20th-Jun-2013 04:13 am (UTC)
YAY! are the trials really over? Is Davis gonna try to kill Chloe cause he can't have her or Jason cause he can? What's lex up to? WHo really cares why Lana and company are in France? Why doesn't Fay just move to Smallville so she can be a bigger part of this awesome story? So many questions! I can't wait to have them answered....perhaps in a very quickly updated new chapter?
20th-Jun-2013 04:31 am (UTC)
So fantastic! Go Chloe! Way to tell those bastards to shove it. It's about time. :D
20th-Jun-2013 05:07 am (UTC)
oh..chloe is soo terrifying... hope the dark magic didn't break something in her...
and davis... just creepy...
20th-Jun-2013 08:36 am (UTC)
WOW!!!! CHLOE YOU FABULOUS BAMF!!!! 'cause that how the matriarch roles!!! OHHH that was AWESOME!!!! Go CHLOE!!

I'm guessing that Jason will soon find out that the cute IT girl Davis was talking about and secretly hoping that would take his interest away from Chloe is in fact Chloe. Can't wait!!!

And I gotta say this: Congrats!!! 50+ chapters!!! WOW!!! That's just got to be a record!!!

Can't wait for more!!!
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