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The New Circle 64/? 
16th-Jul-2013 07:18 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!



Despite the fact that Chloe tried to go to the games for Whitney's sake, Brent's comment about proving how much he loved her had her deciding to miss it that night because the thought of him declaring his love or something in front of everyone was horrifying. Also, she had more important things she needed to do right now, like check up on Marx and see if he'd found out anything about Byron (no, he hadn't) and continue searching on a way to remove the spell from Adam.

She closed the Balcoin book of spells (which turned into its much smaller version) and went downstairs because it'd been too quiet for her liking. She knew that things were far from sunshine and rainbows at home and preferred to be around the girls in case something happened.

That was why Chloe was seated in the living room on the lazy boy, the book (back to its monstrous size when opened) lying on her lap as she read on.

Faye and Diana were watching some show about witches (both of them criticizing the magic and the witches in general) and Cassie sat silently in the corner listening to music and looking at a magazine that proclaimed that Angelina and Brad were thinking of being surrogates for the child Jen wanted to have so badly and yet couldn't.

Chloe's phone buzzed and she reached for it idly, tapping on the screen and eyeing the message from Whitney, which was quite cryptic: The Hell?

Before Chloe could write back and ask him what he was talking about, there was a knock on the door.

Closing the book (which minimized), Chloe hid it under a pillow as she went to the door, staring out through the peephole, eyes widening when she opened it. "Hi-"

Dawn Stiles, face completely messed from her runny makeup, cried as she threw herself at Chloe, hugging her tightly. "Thank you! Thank you!"

Chloe's eyes widened as she stared at a pale Van. "Um, you're welcome?"

"The things I did – he made me do – and I couldn't stop it!" Dawn cried, her whole body shaking, her words so emotional, they were almost hard to make out. "Thank you! I don't know how you did it – but he said he was freeing me because of you and – thankyousomuch!"

"Come inside, we can talk better here." Chloe was grateful when Van entered and managed to take Dawn from her, the teens heading into the living room where Diana and Faye had turned off the television and even Cassie was paying attention, eyes narrowed.

Locking the door behind them, Chloe went to the living room and sat down, eyeing the teens. "What exactly is it that Brent did to you?"

"I don't know." Dawn seemed the complete opposite of her usually Barbie-perfect self, instead seeming unkempt, barely able to hold onto her emotions, sticking next to Van so closely, it was as if she was scared to leave his side. "All I know is that one day I woke up and I couldn't control my body or my voice or anything. I did things – said things – let him do things..." Tears filled her eyes as her voice caught. "I was so scared I'd never – that I'd always-" She then turned to Van, crying into his shirt as he held her protectively.

"I don't understand what's going on here." Diana looked worried and confused.

"I thought we weren't talking to Peroxide Barbie." Faye raised an eyebrow, pointing towards the crying girl in question.

"Brent Greene's been controlling her. We don't know how." Chloe took in a deep breath, leaning hard against her seat. "I should have gotten everything out of him today. I'll get it from him tomorrow. As soon as I know exactly what he's done, I'll have a better idea of how to stop him from doing it again."

"Your... interview." Cassie had figured things out quickly.

Chloe nodded, ignoring the way her phone beeped over and over again with incoming text messages.

Cassie eyed Dawn and Van before turning her blues on Chloe thoughtfully.

Diana received a text and frowned, excusing herself as she got up and left the room.

Faye eyed the brunette before coming closer to Dawn. "So you're saying this whole time you've been exchanging saliva with that guy against your will?"

Dawn shivered at the thought, nodding. "Have you seen him? He's a fashion disaster, a total douchebag – I never wanted anything to do with him and then I didn't have a choice and – thank you, Chloe."

Chloe was really very uncomfortable with all the thank-yous, the crying, and the utter un-Dawness of the way the girl was reacting. It just went to prove that this whole thing had been traumatizing for the usually snobby, unlikable girl. And it was understandable – especially since Brent had insinuated that he'd been sleeping with Dawn. If so, that was rape, because even if her body and mouth had said she was willing, the girl's mind would have been screaming against it.

She started feeling sick at the thought that she'd had to kiss that sicko.

"Um, guys?" Diana entered the room once more. "Sorry to interrupt, but Chloe, you need to see this."

Chloe stood, eyes narrowed as she moved towards Diana, eyeing the phone in her hands. "What is it?"

Diana didn't answer, merely started playing a file that'd been sent to her by Whitney.

Chloe's eyes widened as she watched the after-party of the Crows' victory. Everyone was fighting each other, everything completely chaotic and in the middle of the mayhem, Brent Greene stood, smiling vindictively. "The hell?" She then realized she'd verbalized Whitney's text from before, reaching for her jacket, she pulled it on, turning to Van and Dawn. "You two stay here." Her gaze went to Cassie (who'd stood also) and Diana. "You two stay with them." Her gaze then went to Faye. "You, with me."

"Yay." Faye said, voice monotone, single dimple going deep as she grabbed her own jacket and pulled it on, giving Diana and Cassie a smirk. "You two take care of the house while we're out."

"Let's not get cheeky." Chloe motioned for Faye to go on ahead of her before turning to Cassie and Diana, who were coming closer, both obviously not pleased with being left behind while Faye got to join. "As long as I'm not sure what's going on, I want the both of you here."

"So what, you don't trust us to have your back but you trust Faye?" Cassie made a face. "She's not even a Balcoin!"

"That's why she's coming," Chloe responded, not about to argue about this. "You two stay here. That's it. I'm not going to have this discussion with you." She turned to leave.

"But Chlo, I'm your Eye." Diana stepped forwards. "I should be there."

"Oh, so because you're her Eye, you're more important and have a greater significance than me? You have more of a right to be there?" Cassie snapped at Diana. "Because, let's face it, I'm stronger than you are, Eye or not."

"Maybe you're just more homicidal than I am," Diana snapped back.

"Stop it!" Chloe snapped at the both of them. "This is why I'm not taking either of you. I can't concentrate on what's going on if I'm worrying about the two of you. So help me out and stay here." Shaking her head, Chloe sighed as she stormed away, grabbing her keys as she left the house and slammed the door behind her, throwing the keys to Faye who was leaning against the car. "You're driving. That party was being held at the school."

Catching the keys, Faye grinned mischievously. "Better buckle up then."

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"So, when is she coming back here?" Brendan wanted to know, arms folded over his chest.

"What?" Mikhail raised an eyebrow. "My word isn't enough for you?"

Trent stepped forward. "No."

"Careful." Lucas stepped towards Trent. "You seem to forget who you're talking to."

"Not the Firstborn, that's for sure." Trent glared, never having been one to be afraid to speak what was on his mind. "I know I speak for everyone here when I say that I swore loyalty to John Balcoin and if I continue on this side, I'm going to do so working under the Firstborn, not under Mikhail."

"I agree." Brendan's voice echoed with the others, who confirmed this. "I don't get why she hasn't come here herself. She's taken over the Balcoin clan, she's even got you two living with her. So why hasn't she come to instruct us, to at least address us?"

"Makes us think you don't want her to," one of the others called out.

"Yeah," another declared. "Seems like you're trying to keep the Firstborn all to yourselves."

"Don't be ridiculous," Lucas snapped at them. "Things have just been busy. The last sibling is being searched for and-"

"And why are you so special that you get to live with them?" Brendan wanted to know. "Because you're a Luthor? That makes you better than us? Makes you think you can keep her all to yourself?"

"Jesus." Lucas shook his head. "We're all on the same team. This isn't a conspiracy! She's just really busy-"

"Then make her make time," Trent growled, stepping forwards.

Mikhail sneered, shaking his head. "You want me to tell her what to do?" His smile was ugly, his hands folded over his chest. "She's the Firstborn. I don't tell her anything." He shook his head once more. "But I'llinform her of your desires once I get home. If she comes here or not will be her decision."

"That's not good enough," Trent declared. "When you go back, we'll be coming along with you and we will give the Firstborn our message ourselves."

"You see, we don't trust you'll actually give her the message," Brendan agreed.

"You-!" Lucas snarled.

Mikhail raised his hand, silencing Lucas. "Fine."

"What?" Lucas snapped at him.

"Let them both come." Mikhail sneered at the two. "They're like scared children who need reassurance so let's give it to them. We have nothing to hide." He motioned with his head as he turned. "Let's go."

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The school was experiencing an all-out war.

Faye blinked as she eyed the teenagers (and teachers) battling the hell out of each other. The ones who weren't battling were, uh, fornicating. In public. "You guys sure take celebrating your football wins seriously."

Chloe rolled her eyes, trying to look for Whitney amidst the chaos. And then she found him, half naked on the floor with three cheerleaders. She blinked, a blush forming on her cheeks as she saw more of her Hand than she'd ever expected to, the blonde looking away, clearing her throat. How exactly was she going to be able to look him in the face ever again after having seen him in nothing but boxers?

"The manwhore." Faye rolled her eyes, having found him and seeming far from embarrassed.

"I'm going to find Brent." Chloe took in a deep breath, looking around her, refusing to even look in Whitney's general direction because she couldn't be too sure how long the boxers would stay on. "For him to be affecting such a big group of people, he has to be using some sort of anchor; a sigil or totem or something."

"So we're thinking he's a witch?" Faye wanted to know curiously.

"Or a Dabbler." Chloe reached out and grabbed Faye, pulling her back when two fighting teens brushed past them, having nearly barreled into the brunette. "Just, be careful, okay?"

"Sure." Lips pursed, Faye eyed all around her before diving into the crowd and disappearing.

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe dove in herself, moving through the throng, doing her best to ignore the sexual going-ons all around her and side-step the fighting. She kept getting shoved back and forth in the crowd and in the end, erected her shield, ignoring the fighting bodies that slammed into it only to be pushed away by the magic. The good thing about what was going on was that no one was even noticing her or her use of magic, all either making out or fighting.

Being short didn't help, the blonde unable to see anything amidst the bodies of taller people. She lost her temper and made her way to one of the tables and climbed onto it, staring at the throng below, trying to find Brent, her shield dropping as she gazed around her.

"It's somewhat beautiful, isn't it?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

Chloe turned her head to see an older guy standing there, hands folded over his chest as he watched everything with a slight grin. "You have a warped view of beautiful, Mister."

He chuckled, turning his gaze on her. "I suppose I do."

Something about this guy made her wary; Chloe looked away and returned to her search for Brent.

"I heard you're looking for your brother Byron."

Chloe's eyes widened as she turned to look at the guy once more. "You know where he is?"

He gave a little half nod.

"Where?" She moved closer.

"What will you give me for this information?" he asked, gaze sharp. "Balcoin Firstborn."

Chloe looked around her a little nervously before jumping off of the table, a little unnerved to be face to face with him now and yet she stood strong. "What are you asking for?"

"How about what's rightfully mine?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What has been denied to me all these years? Centuries? Lifetimes?"

Chloe blinked, wariness growing as she fought not to take a step back. "Who are you?"

Fury flashed through his stormy orbs as he took a menacing step towards her. "And there's the kicker. You still have no idea. Do you understand how much that infuriates me?"

"Look, do you want something in exchange for the information about my brother or are you just going to spew about some wrong someone did to you?" She licked her lips, refusing to show that she was intimidated by this guy. "Because if you're here just to vent then I have more important things to do than to just stand here and listen to-"

He reached out and grabbed her arm, yanking her towards him, sneering. "You're still so mouthy, Chloe. I had wondered if you'd have lost that by now." His smile showed teeth. "I'm glad you haven't." He reached out and caressed her hair, brushing it out of her face. "It'll make this much more fun." She tried yanking her arm free and yet his grip tightened as he pulled her closer, his free hand trailing down her face before grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him. "Your brother, Byron Moore, is being kept by a man named Morgan Edge. He's a Metropolis crime lord and dear old friend of Lionel Luthor." And with that, he let go of her, hands in the air as he backed away.

Chloe frowned after him. "You never named your price for that information."

"I did." He continued backing away. "I'll collect on it later on."

"What are you talking about?" Chloe called after him. "Who are you?"

He smirked before turning around and waving, walking away.

Chloe looked away, a muscle jumping in her cheek, a cold chill running down her spine.

"Pete says 'hi' by the way."

Chloe's eyes widened and she turned to look back at the guy, but he was gone.

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The place was damned hot with all these bodies and activity, Faye pausing in her search for the source of the madness to grab a plastic cup and fill it with some of the punch. She brought the it to her mouth and sipped the drink while she continued her search, downing the drink quickly in her thirst and filling it once more as she continued looking for some sort of sigil on the walls or floor, or some sort of doll or totem or something that could be used to keep this spell (if it really was a spell) anchored to this place.

Faye fanned herself. It was getting hot in here.

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"You came. I knew you would. It's the investigative reporter in you who wouldn't let something like this happen without you investigating it."

Chloe turned to see Brent Greene standing to her right, his hands in his letterman jacket. "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"

"You didn't come to the game," Brent replied as if this should explain it all. "I told you I'd prove my love to you at the game, I told you to come, and yet you didn't. You weren't there."

"And so the best thing you could come up with was this?" Chloe threw her hands out. "How is this a way to prove your love?"

"It isn't. You didn't come. Either you don't love me as much as I love you – or you need more convincing about the sincerity of my feelings for you." He came closer. "By the time we leave this place, you'll love me as desperately as I love you."

Chloe narrowed her eyes at him. "How are you doing this?"

"It's all out of my love for you." He reached out his hand towards her. "Take my hand, Chloe. Love me, adore me, like I do you."

The girl just wanted to smack him, but she forced a smile as she placed her hand in his, figuring she could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. "This, uh, no one's ever done something like this for me."

"And no one ever will," he swore, reaching out to caress her face. "I love you so much."

"And I... love you too." Chloe somehow managed to say the words with a smile. "I'm – impressed." She curled herself around Brent's arm. "How exactly have you managed to do all this? You're so powerful."

He grinned. "Women love a mysterious man. I don't think I'll tell you yet."

Rolling her eyes, Chloe snapped. "Oh, screw this." Pushing away from Brent, Chloe pointed her palm towards him, raising him high into the air, slamming his back up against the ceiling of the roof. "If you don't tell me how the hell you're doing this, and how to end it, I'll let you fall so hard, the only thing that'll remain for the janitor to clean up will be-"

"You wouldn't hurt me," Brent interrupted her. "You're-"

Chloe let her power on him disappear, the boy screaming as he fell through the air, her power only activating seconds before he hit the floor, levitating him an inch or so above the tile. She threw her hand back up, Brent's body returning to hit the ceiling. "Last chance, Greene."

"I'll tell you!" he swore. "But only because you're so damned hot when you're threatening me!"

Faye stumbled into Chloe, face red, shirt half-undone. "It's the drink." She fanned herself, breathing in and out as if it were a chore, her pupils blown, almost as if she were high. "I don't know what's in the drink, but ever since – I just want to hurt someone badly."

"What's in the drink?" Chloe's eyes narrowed on Brent.

"Nothing is in the drink. That's the best part of it!" He was laughing.

"Can I hurt him?" Faye begged as she began to scratch at her arms.

Chloe placed her hand on Faye's shoulder, trying to calm the girl while keeping an eye on Brent. "I'm getting annoyed now. Only kids play games and I'm not interested in kids."

His laughter stopped, his glare murderous. "You think Coach is man enough for you then? Is that it?" He sneered. "Don't think I didn't realize he was trying to steal my girl from right under my nose!" His smile was ugly. "It's why he's going to pay – to send a clear message to everyone that they need to stay clear of the woman I love!"

Chloe's eyes widened. "What have you done to him?"

"She needed a sacrifice for her favors and he was the perfect person to offer up." Brent sneered. "Most of the men here will be sacrificed, but Coach Teague will be Qandisa's special prize, the special offering for your eternal love."

Fear filled Chloe's body. "Qandisa?"

"The hell is that?" Faye groaned, holding her stomach, seeming in pain.

"A Moroccan demon/goddess of love, sex and warfare. She drove men to literal insanity before devouring them." Chloe looked around her, everything making more sense, the blonde relieved that she'd been spending so much time reading the damned book of spells. "It's not the drinks itself, Faye, it's something that would have touched the drink, like a mixing spoon or even a goblet. Qandisa's element is water. Our bodies are 80 percent water so when the infected liquid enters our bodies, it infects us as a whole and is almost impossible to get rid of unless a certain ritual is performed."

"My hot little sphinx, your beauty is only rivaled by your brains!" Brent reached into his pocket and pulled out an ancient looking spoon. "We were totally meant to be together!"

"Oh snuff it." She'd totally lost all patience with the guy, her eyes on Faye, who was visibly in pain yet fighting the effects. "Qandisa's element is water so she'd be expecting her special sacrifice to be in her element – the pool." Her eyes widened. "Get to the pool. That's got to be where he has Jason. Bring him here and close the doors. I'm going to have to find a way to detox you all before she arrives."

Faye nodded, disappearing through the throng.

Chloe kept her hand palm-up at Brent, eyes narrowed as she began closing her fist slowly, the guy above choking. "Tell me how to reverse everything, Brent."

"No." He shook his head. "You don't love me as much as I love you."

"Because you won't tell me what I want," she tried.

"No." He was adamant in this. "I will make you love me!"

Chloe was just about to tell Brent he had ten seconds to tell her the truth before she just let him fall and figure this all on her own (a total bluff but, hey, she was out of options) when the blonde was twirled around and pulled into a naked body, Whitney's lips down on hers, one of his hands around her waist and the other behind her head, holding close as he kissed her deeply. Shock filled Chloe's body, her eyes widening as he pulled her closer and she could feel – oh dear god! She was never going to be able to look Whitney in the face again! Like! Ever!

Whitney kissed her deeper, Chloe tightening her hands into fists at her side as she had a mini breakdown.

And then he nibbled on her bottom lip and Chloe's eyes widened as a gasp escaped her lips, her magic faltering as her Enthrallment activated, rising up her throat towards his lips just as Brent yelled and came crashing down onto the table.

The shock and the sound caused Chloe to pull away just before the pink mist could escape her lips, the girl's eyes lowering involuntarily to make sure that, yeah, Whitney didn't have his boxers on anymore, before turning her back on him, face red. "Whitney Fordman! I'm going to kill you!" Only then did she truly realize that her magic had let Brent fall onto the (now broken) table, and the boy lay motionless in the heap. "Oh crap!" Hurrying towards him, Chloe bent on her knees and checked for a pulse, letting out a relieved sigh when she found a steady one. "He's alive-" She turned to tell Whitney this, but came face to face with his junk. She turned away, blushing scarlet once more as she brought her hands to her eyes and covered them in utter embarrassment. "Put on some boxers at least! I don't care if you're under some sort of a spell at the moment – you keep your clothes on! Especially when around me! Or my face!"

There was no answer and by the time the blonde had gathered the courage to pull her hands from her face and look behind her, Whitney and his package were gone.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Chloe sent a glare in an unconscious Brent's direction. "I seriously hate you."

Comments 
17th-Jul-2013 03:18 am (UTC)
Oh dear fucking jesus!! The shit that happens around Chloe

Who has Byron?? And who the heck is he?? Is he the one that is a bigger baddie than Lionel?? And did something happen to Pete, since he said that he said hi???

Is Chloe going to make fun of Whitney or going to avoid him for awhile??

Can't wait for more
17th-Jul-2013 05:48 am (UTC)
was the older guy the big evil... poor byron... and poor chloe... brent is a real dick

thanks ... loved every word
17th-Jul-2013 11:53 pm (UTC)
@maple 86:
Yus Yus Yus! I agree!
17th-Jul-2013 11:52 pm (UTC)
@purple_moon123
Yes, the things that only happen to her!
Morgan Edge :P And I can safely say the real big bad is way badder than Lionel!
17th-Jul-2013 08:33 am (UTC)
Chloe is going to go toe to toe with a demon god. Get your Buffy on Chloe:P

As for Whitney well....he is kinda her magical husband, right?

And more SV alumni with Morgan Edge. Awesome.
17th-Jul-2013 11:53 pm (UTC)
She definitely is! Though she'll more likely get her Willow on.
He...kinda is.
17th-Jul-2013 04:53 pm (UTC)
WHAT!?!?!?!
Chloe was able to see Whitney's junk first before Jason???
You have got to fix that!
I DEMAND to see Jason's junk!... Uh, I mean for Chloe to see Jason's junk! Preferably willingly and while in the process of doing the horizontal mambo.

Yup, I don't care about all the chaos that's going on in Chloe's life... I just care about Chloe and Jason getting it on!

LOL! :)
17th-Jul-2013 11:54 pm (UTC)
LMFAO at the whole comment! *dies laughing*
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