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The New Circle 56/? 
2nd-Jul-2013 10:58 pm
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!

"What exactly is this?" Chloe asked, eyeing the printed pages in her hands.

"The results of the next Crows game." Mikhail eyed his fingernails, lounging on a chair with his feet up on her desk.

"You can't know what the results will be if the game hasn't actually been played yet." Chloe found it weird that she had to explain this to her younger brother, who was in the same grade as Lucas and Diana (whom, despite passing the test, had been kept back by Principle Kwan because he thought it would do her well to make "friends her age").

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" Mikhail, who'd decided on his own that he was now a part of the Torch (just as he'd decided on his own that he would be attending the same school as Chloe), finally raised his dark orbs on his oldest sibling. "This is my pitch for a new segment. I'm thinking it should be called: Mikhail Knows All."

Lucas, who'd been (obviously very reluctantly) dragged into this with Mikhail, sighed. "He wants it to be a predictions page." He then sniggered. "And horoscope page."

"Don't diss horoscopes." Mikhail reached for a ruler on Chloe's desk and slapped it against Lucas' thigh scoldingly.

Lucas rolled his eyes.

Chloe eyed her brother. "Give me a better draft of this, with less detail, and we'll see how it goes in the next few editions of the Torch. See if any of your predictions come true and if they get interest from the readers."

Mikhail smirked. "Leave that to me."

Deciding not to think about it too much, Chloe turned to Diana, who was tapping her pen against her notepad. "What about yours?"

Diana cleared her throat. "Well, when you said to come up with an idea for an article, I admit I kinda had a nervous breakdown because I've never done anything like this before and I had no clue where to start." She licked her lips nervously. "But I was in gym the other day and overheard these two girls talking about strange sounds that have been plaguing the girls' locker room. One thought it was a ghost, another thought that maybe the boys had found a way to sneak in or peek in. A lot of the other girls pitched in saying they'd heard weird sounds too." She tilted her head to the side. "I'd like to investigate it and see what's making the noise and (a) put the girls's minds at ease and (b) protect their – and my – decency in case it really is a case of pervy boys."

"Well, if it's the guys, I haven't heard anything about it." Van declared with a shrug. "And I think news like that would have been a well-kept secret circulated only amongst the boys in school."

"If so, why should we trust your word?" Diana wanted to know, eyebrow raised.

"Because," he leaned towards her with a leer, "I don't need a peephole to get a good look."

She blushed slightly before huffing and pulling away, although she still eyed him curiously as he grinned at her.

"What about you, Van?" Chloe eyed the newly promoted photographer.

"I have an interview with Coach Teague all lined up and he said I could come to the training this evening and take pictures of the team during practice." Van was grinning, more than pleased with his newest appointment, having taken Pete's position as the writer of the Sports section. "Also, Justin asked me to tell you that he'd have his newest comic in to you by email this evening."

Chloe smiled, more than pleased. "All of that sounds great."

Van grinned, obviously quite pleased with himself.

Chloe turned her gaze on Lucas. "And you?"

Lucas blinked, straightening in his seat. "And me what?"

"What's your article pitch?" Chloe asked, eyeing him.

Lucas eyed her as if she were crazy. "I thought I'd just help Mik-"

"He can write his article all on his own, thank you very much." She dismissed the idea completely. "You told me you wanted to be a member of this team." She ignored the accusing look he sent Mikhail. "And so you're going to have to pull your own weight."

Lucas was near a pout, it was obvious. "I don't have an article pitch then."

"Then I'll give one to you." Chloe placed her hands on her hips. "The cheerleaders are going to be throwing a party in which you have to pay to enter and the proceeds are being used to help fund some sort of charity or something like that. Go interview the cheerleaders, get information about the party, find out more information about prices and exactly what charity the proceeds are going to." She smirked. "Unless you'd prefer to sit this one out."

"And disappoint you, boss?" Lucas was grinning brightly, oh so eager all of a sudden. "I'd never dream of letting you down."

"Good." She nodded, gazing at her fellow Torchers.

"So what are you going to do?" Mikhail wanted to know, head tilted to the side, hair falling into his face.

"You mean other than editing everything that you guys write?" Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Well, this is the first time we have such a great auditorium, and it's perfect for plays, and Lex gave the drama club some grant money so they're not only thinking about doing a play, they are thinking about entering the Kansas National High School Drama Competition. It'd be the first time ever that we would compete, so I figured it was interesting news to promote."

The school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch time.

"That's all, people." Chloe smiled, watching as everyone stood and slipped out of the room to get to their respective classes. She would have followed had she not noticed an email alert flashing on her screen. The blonde gazed at the door before deciding to risk it and going to the computer, logging in and blinking when she realized that the email was from Clark, whom she hadn't heard from since he'd left.

Opening the email, Chloe read it quickly.

CHLOE, hope You're fine. I don't have the symbol On my hand anymore. Are the trials over then? Are yoU okay? Things Are interesting here. I can't Really say much more in an email, but PEte and Lana are fine, I can say that much. It's just good that I came when I dId. They seNd their love. Mom and Dad must be pissed at me, huh? I hAven't talked to them siNce I left a voice messaGe telling them I had to go. Have they talked to you about this whole thing? If so, sorRy. Anyway, I can't talk about what's going on here, But I just wanted you to know wE're all fine. Hopefully we can all come back soon and tell you all that's been going on oveR on our side. It would blow your mind. Lana and PEte are A couple now by the way. Does that surprise you as much as it Did me? Somehow I feel that it won't. I've always been verY clueless about other people's feelings, huh?

And with that the message ended.

Chloe frowned at the email. Clark had never gotten A's in English but he never usually made this amount of mistakes so obviously he was in a hurry when he'd written it. The girl went to write back a quick email when one of her teachers stuck his head in and told her it was time to get to her classes, so the blonde gave the screen one last look before logging off and getting back to class.

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"Aw, poor Balcoin baby." The witch sneered, drawing near, having used her ability to See to gain the group's trust by helping them. That was, until she'd shown her true colors and had turned the tables on the Chance Harbor Circle, bringing her own in.

"Why are you doing this?" Cassie cried, struggling against the magical vines holding her in place, her black magic trying to race out free but the witch had anticipated this and the drink Cassie had consumed hours before now kept her magic bound within her. "We trusted you! We made you a part of us! How could you betray us like this?"

The witch shook her head. "Foolish girl, haven't you learned by now not to trust anyone?"

Cassie continued struggling.

"What has trusting ever gotten you?" The witch wanted to know. "Other than a dead father, mother and grandmother, the latter both killed by the same person at that."

Cassie went still, eyes widened in horror. "What?"

"Someone you knew, you trusted, killed both of them Cassie." The witch drew closer. "Someone so close to you."

"Who?" Cassie's eyes filled with tears, her body struggling.

The witch grinned as she leaned closer and whispered a name into the blonde's ear. "Charles Meade."

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"Well, we knew this was going to happen," Moira declared, eyeing Gabe. "I'm surprised it took this long."

"All he did was fire me though." Gabe frowned, eyeing Moira. "You'd think that he'd do something more drastic. Also, firing me means I'd have to leave Smallville, where he knows we are and could keep a better eye on us. A part of me thought he'd realize that and keep us here if only for that reason."

"Well, he obviously has something planned." Moira went to the window and fingered the curtains open, staring outside, almost expecting to see a dark, unlicensed van outside. "He's readying to make his move, whatever it is."

Gabe nodded in agreement. "We're just going to have to be ready for whatever it is."

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"You're auditioning for the school play?" Chloe held her notepad to her heart as she blinked in surprise at the last person she would have expected to see there after school was finished.

Greg Arkin gave her a dirty little look. "Principle Kwan informed me this morning that in Luthor Academy everyone needs to have some sort of extracurricular activity, so I figured this would be the least amount of work. Just memorize some lines and spit them out. Easy enough."

Chloe still couldn't imagine it. "Greg Arkin: Thespian."

He grumbled before sitting down next to her, feet resting on the top of the seats in front of them. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

"Nope." She couldn't help the giggle as she wrote down 'GREG IS AUDITIONING!' on the top of the page.

After that, Greg was silent and pouty as he remained seated by her while the rest of the applicants arrived. Their drama teacher went on a spiel about Shakespeare and Lex Luthor, interchanging them many times during the speech (to the confusion of many) before declaring that their first "Dramatic Production" would be "A Midsummer Night's Dream."

What was most surprising of this was the fact that immediately on being told this, Greg turned to Chloe and smirked, declaring that the role of Oberon was his. That meant that Greg had actually read A Midsummer Night's Dream enough to know the characters before they were named. And that just proved that Greg was definitely not the bad boy who hates anything educational, which was the character he often tried to portray since his transformation post awakening. Deep down inside, Bug Boy still lived, and Chloe loved each little peek of him.

When Mrs Harmon asked who'd like to be the first to audition for Oberon, Greg stood tall rapidly, hand to his chest as he held the other out to her. "Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania."

Mrs Harmon brought a hand to her heart, eyelashes fluttering.

Chloe rolled her eyes.

Greg, still very much in character, stood regally as he headed towards the stage. "And the imperial votaress passed on, in maiden meditation, fancy free. Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, before milk-white, now purple with love's wound. And maidens call it Love-in-idleness."

Mrs Harmon was fanning herself with the cue cards. "M-Mr Arkin! How riveting." She gave him a little smile as she passed him a script. "Please, start anywhere."

Greg sent her a wicked smile before doing so.

Chloe nibbled on her bottom lip, highly fascinated and amused by this other side of her Circle member.

Greg was in his element and it showed.

Feeling something, Chloe was distracted from Greg's performance, a whisper reaching her ears: I know who you are...

Jumping, Chloe looked behind her, seeing no one, but there by the doors... it was him. The one who left her the notes! Chloe sent a gaze to where Greg was reciting something and then returned her gaze to the door, finding the guy gone. Her eyes widened as she put down her things and hurried towards the back of the room, slipping out of the door and looking around in time to see a shadow turn a corner.

Without even thinking, Chloe raced after that shadow, glad the halls were empty so she wouldn't get called out for running. She always seemed to be a couple of steps behind this guy though, always only able to catch his shadow as he'd turn corners, the blonde trying her hardest to catch up with him and yet just not able to. Also, she didn't know this new school as well as she had the old one, so she felt like a mouse being led down a long and winding maze, especially when she turned a corner and had to skid to a stop to keep from running straight into the dead end.

Gulping, confused, Chloe looked around her as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Where had he gone? And how could he have escaped so quickly? So easily?

Groaning, the girl turned and leaned hard against the dead end – before screaming as she fell through air, landing on her butt on the floor and staring up at a translucent wall.

Behind the wall, along with her, was the guy.

"You." Chloe hurried to her feet, eyes wide. "What do you want with me?"

He tilted his head to the side, eyeing her as if she was the most fascinating thing in the world. "I know who you are."

"I already got that!" she declared, throwing her hands in frustration. "I don't know who you are though so I think it's time we level the playing field and you tell me why you've been stalking me, leaving cryptic messages and-!"

"Do you know who you are?" he interrupted.

Chloe blinked, frowning slightly. "Of course I do."

He continued to observe her. "I don't think you do." He tilted his head. "I think you only know that you're a Balcoin. I don't think you know anything else."

Chloe froze, eyes widening. "What do you mean?"

His stare was penetrating and unnerving. "You know what you are. You know you're a Balcoin. You know you're the Firstborn. You know you're the new Soul of the Balcoin clan. You know what you are." He took a step forwards. "You just don't know who you are."

"Who are you?" she whispered, taking a step back, suddenly intimidated. "And why did my father put a spell on you?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" he whispered, backing her into a wall, voice low, eyes intense. "Why don't you take the spell off of me?"

"I don't know what spell is on you, and I don't know why it was placed there to begin with, so why would you think-"

"Your father was a bad, bad man." The stranger silenced her by placing a finger against her lips, hesitating a second after he did so, eyes wide and letting out a little stuttered breath before recomposing himself and continuing. "The only good thing for me was that he didn't know who you were either."

Chloe jerked her head to the side, freeing her lips from his finger, before glaring at him. "If you're just going to talk in riddles, then don't waste my time. I have my own way of figuring things out." And with that she reached out and pulled him closer as she kissed the handsome young man deeply. It unnerved her a little how easily this method had come to her, but Chloe didn't care, sick and tired of this game he'd been playing with her and more than willing to use any method to find out why he'd been stalking her for so long.

Finally, the blonde pulled away, staring up into his eyes as she took in a deep breath. "Now, let's try this again. Who are you, what spell is on you, why was it placed on you, and why are you stalking me?"

He stared down into her face in utter shock before grinning brightly, shaking his head as he laughed, bringing his hand to his lips. "Sorry, sweetheart, but no dice."

Chloe's eyes widened in shock, realizing her Enthrallment hadn't worked on him. "How-?"

His grin grew as he leaned forwards and whispered into her ear. "I'm immune to you."

Chloe gasped as he pulled away, eyes widening as realization hit hard. "You're one of the Six."

He grinned, showing teeth, obviously pleased with her for having figured that out. "That's what I am, not who."

Chloe narrowed her eyes on him. "Then who are you?"

"Well, because you asked so nicely..." He smirked, pulling away and giving her space. "I'll tell you who I am."

"Any day now would be great." She raised an eyebrow.

"Now, we wouldn't want to anger the great Balcoin Soul." He was taunting her and enjoying it, seeming to find her annoyance amusing. "While my name is of no importance for now, the who of me is."

"Riddle me this." Chloe stepped forwards. "Do you ever just come out and say things as they are? Straight out? Without preamble?"

He grinned before nodding. "Fine." He gave a mock bow and a tilt of his lips. "You really want to know who I am? I'm the only guy alive, other than Lionel Luthor, who knows exactly what the true pact your father made with him is."

A cold chill raced down Chloe's spine as her eyes widened. "How do I know that what you're saying is true?"

He drew closer, driving her back into the wall once more. "I, John Balcoin, do swear by lineage and blood, by magic dark and wild, to hand over to the Luthor Circle my Firstborn child. Whether male or female, take no mind, this oath I swear intending to bind, my Firstborn to the Luthor Circle given, in exchange for my successful mission. Lineage and blood, magic dark and wild, all within this Balcoin child, joined forever to the Luthor Circle from first awakening to eternal slumber, a living crystal to strengthen their numbers." He slammed his hands on each side of her head, against the wall, pinning her without even touching her. "I know you've already begun figuring out that that little pact is complete bullshit. Something thought of to tell the others." He smirked. "I know you already suspect the pact is something else entirely."

"What is it?" she whispered, staring up into his face.

"Take the spell off of me and I'll tell you," he countered.

"What spell is it?" she asked softly, determined and yet not about to do just anything for the answers. "Why did my father be-spell you?"

"Because I overheard the pact between him and Lionel and he didn't want anyone ever knowing the truth. Even if that meant cursing an innocent kid," the guy declared, staring her up and down. "Are you like your father, Chloe Balcoin?"

The blonde tried to digest everything he was telling her. "What's this curse? And why wouldn't one of the Six rebel against him for touching one of their own? That's a big no-no."

He smirked, reaching out to brush her hair out of her face. "Do you think I'm the only child your father bewitched? He was quite proficient at doing so and covering his tracks." His eyes traced her lips. "Or have you not questioned the reactions of some of the men around you? Specifically in the Luthor Circle?"

Chloe's eyes widened in horror. "What are you saying?"

He reached out and traced his thumb against her bottom lip. "You would understand everything if you knew who you are."

"Then tell me," she pressed, her lips brushing his skin as she spoke.

"Take this spell off of me," he insisted.

"What has this spell done?" Chloe wasn't about to just do as he said. "I couldn't even try to start figuring out how to get rid of it if I don't even know what is wrong with you!"

He leaned closer, taking in a whiff of her hair.

Chloe gulped, not sure if he was trying to intimidate her or just really liked the scent of her conditioner. "And anyway, how could his spell work on you if my Enthrall doesn't?"

"Because your Enthrallment is a Burden special to the Balcoins," he replied. "Each of the Six have a special Burden and it is only that special Burden that doesn't work on the other Six. Regular magic though..."

"What did he do to you?" Chloe asked once more, hands rising to his chest, pushing him far enough so she could look into his eyes. "What did he do to you?"

The nameless man stared down at her, all mockery gone, all amused vanished, as his lips straightened in a grim line. "You want to know what your father did to an innocent little kid who was at the wrong place at the wrong time and overheard his little pact with Lionel Luthor?" Something flashed in his eyes. "You want to know just how far your father was willing to keep his dirty laundry secret?"


"You sure about that?" he pressed.

"Yes." Her greens narrowed.

"Well, since you insist." And with that he reached for her and yanked the girl to him before placing his hand on her forehead, everything going black as magic shot through her.

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Cassie had gone insane.

Faye whimpered as she held her side, sure that she had a broken rib, leaning hard against the wall.

On one hand, what the witch had told Cassie had given her the rage she'd needed to reactivate her dark magic and destroy those around her, but on the other hand, they now had a murderous Cassie Blake, Lil Dark Magic Princess on their hands. She was on a rampage, believed that Diana's dad had killed her mother and grandmother. The man was the catatonic, living prison of a bunch of badass demons and was unable to defend himself. He'd taken those demons into him to protect them all and none of the Circle could just let Cassie destroy him.

And now Cassie was Public Enemy Number One, trying to find where they'd hidden Charles, desperate to exact her revenge.

Also, the Circle weren't holding up so well against her.

Groaning, Faye reached for her cellular and began dialing a number she now knew by heart, bringing the phone to her ears. "Come on, pick up, pick up!"

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Lionel Luthor disappeared through the door.

That was Chloe's first image.

She was in a closet with a little boy, no older than four, who was peeking out at John Balcoin. Chloe frowned, peeking through the same slit in the closet the boy was, seeing John about to leave before pausing and turning towards the closet, almost as if sensing the boy's presence. He moved towards the closet rapidly before swinging the doors open, staring blankly at the child there.

Chloe took a step back, shocked to see her father so young.

"You're the Tentagel boy." John Balcoin sighed as he bent on his knees, staring at the boy. "Did you hear all of that?"

The boy nodded slowly.

"I see." John took in a deep breath before reaching out his hand. "Come on, let's go find your mama and papa."

The child reached out his hand and placed it in John's, whose pupils suddenly dilated and magic shot out of him into the child, agony rising in that little body as he tried to pull away and yet John's grip on his hand kept him there.

It was only when John let go that the little boy could race away, could escape, getting out of that room and finally making it to where his parents were, but no matter how much he cried, no matter how many times he tried getting their attention, they ignored him. Confusion and hurt and fear registered on his face before he finally tried to grab his mother's hand... only for his hand to go through hers.

That was when the child realized in terror that his parents weren't ignoring his plight; they couldn't hear or see him.

John entered the room, giving the child an apologetic look before leaving.

The child stood there in the middle of the room, eyes wide in terror, tears falling as he sprinted after the man, begging for him to undo whatever he'd done, but it was too late and John Balcoin was gone.

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Gasping, Chloe collapsed onto her knees, tears filling her eyes as she stared in front of her. "No."

There was silence before he sighed and bent to his knees in front of her. "You're the first person to actually see me since your father."

Chloe raised her greens to him, silent tears falling. "How did you survive this long? How did you write the notes? I-I don't understand anything. How could I touch you if-"

"John's magic was the one who cursed me to what I later found out was called The Desolate Existence, and as such, only he could see or hear me because it was his magic that'd cast the dark spell," he replied evenly. "It's not meant to kill; just punish someone to an almost ghost-like existence. Force them to live and yet never interact, to always be alone and unheard."

"What about the notes?" she asked softly.

He gave a little self-deprecating smile. "Some ghosts, if they're angry enough, desperate enough, can become poltergeists, can't they? And I've had many years to try and learn to exert my presence in the world somewhat." He shook his head. "It's taken me ten years to learn how to write and carry a piece of paper. But it takes a long time for me to recuperate after it."

"That explains the periods between the notes," Chloe realized, wiping at her eyes. "What about now though?"

"You have your father's magic in you. It's why you see me now, hear me." He cleared his throat, taking in a deep breath. "If you remove this curse from me, I'll tell you what your father did to you."

Chloe stared up at his face, world shaken. "I don't know how to help you." She wiped at her eyes once more. "But I'll do my damnedest." Her phone rang, the blonde looking down as she pulled the cellular from her pocket, seeing Faye's name flashing on it. "I-" When she looked up, he was gone, vanished like a ghost. Gulping, Chloe took in a deep breath before answering the call. "Yeah?"

3rd-Jul-2013 05:18 am (UTC)
YAY!!! Update!! I've been refreshing like crazy for an update!!

Like how Chloe even made Lucas be part of the Torch.

Poor Cassie. hopefully DIana and Chloe can get there in time to help her.
AND HOLY FUCK!! John was a super douche!!! And what exactly was the pact that Lionel and John made???

4th-Jul-2013 04:41 am (UTC)
Glad you finally got an update then :)

Oh yeah, no one's gonna slouch around on her watch!

Oh yeah, John was definitely a douche!
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