Title: The New CircleFandoms: Smallville/Secret CircleCharacters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain, Byron Moore...Rating: TDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: 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!
Diana sat by the window, staring out, chewing on her nail, staring at her Eye of Ra design on her palm nervously. She didn't know if it was her being paranoid or not, but she felt that the design looked as if it was fading. The dark haired Balcoin girl felt like a nervous wreck, hating that she had to stay home but knowing that the plan was sound.Someone had to stay home just in case someone showed up, but she hated having been voted the one to do so. Then again, it made sense considering that Lucas and Mikhail were working with the Lost Boys in Edge City, trying to work the angle of the guy Chloe had sketched out for them the other night, Faye had driven Byron out to meet with his crime lord uncle to call in a favor, and Greg and Jake were only gods knew where. That left her and Cassie stuck with the damned house sitting. None of them were happy but it was what they were stuck with. Cassie was upstairs going through Chloe's room, trying to figure out some sort of clue of what Chloe had been planning, Diana was, instead, staying by the front door, hoping by some chance someone (Chloe) would walk in and tell them everything had been a cruel joke.
The phone rung, the brunette reaching for it nearly desperately. "Hello?"
"Diana?" Adam Knight's voice met her. "I'm sorry about getting back so late but I've been doing some things and I just turned on my cell and got a text from Chloe saying that you guys were going to need my help so I should call you. What's up? What's wrong?"
Diana's first words were sobbed, clutching the phone tightly. "Everything!"
"What?" One could hear the dark frown in his voice. "Diana, take in a deep breath and explain what's going on. Why isn't Chloe answering her cell phone? What's wrong?"
"The Seventh is free, Adam." Diana wiped at her eyes, seeing Cassie hurry down the stairs, obviously having hoped that it was Chloe who was calling because there was stark disappointment on her face when the girl heard Adam's name on Diana's lips. "Chloe made a deal with him behind our backs. He told her how to heal Byron, and he also had Whitney, and Pete, Clark and Lana. She left, Adam! She left! She didn't tell us anything! She just left!"
"What?" he hissed.
"I'm so scared, I don't know what to do!" Diana began to pace as far as the phone cord would allow her to go. "He was controlling Whitney somehow and she'd had him, Whitney, imprisoned in the Bleeding Caves but they're shut down and he's escaped! I have no idea where he is or why they're dead and I'm terrified about why they're dead! They shouldn't be dead, Adam! You've been to those caves! They've always pulsing with life! They shouldn't be dead!"
"What do you mean dead?" Adam hissed.
"I mean they're dead! There're beginning to crumble! I can't feel an ounce of magic in them!" Diana threw her hand in the air before her gaze lowered to her Eye of Ra symbol on her palm. "And that's not all."
"What else?" Adam asked softly.
"My Eye symbol, I think it's fading."
He was silent.
"Adam… I think it's fading," she repeated, voice breaking. "Why would it fade?"
"Fuck," Adam whispered.
"Adam, I can't feel her." Diana was close to losing it. "Why can't I See anything?"
"I'm coming back to Smallville, Diana," Adam promised. "We're coming. Just hold on, okay? You're not alone in this. We're going to help you. I promise."
"Is she dead?" Diana's voice broke.
Cassie collapsed onto the step, tears filling her blues as she hugged herself, gazing at her sister.
"No, Diana, I doubt very much that she's dead," Adam assured her softly. "Just hold on, okay? We'll be there soon. Please be strong a little longer, we're on our way."
"Thank you, Adam," Diana whispered, hanging up, wiping at her eyes as she took ragged breaths, her dark gaze going to Cassie. "He thinks she's still alive."
"So do I," Cassie responded, wiping at her own tears rebelliously.
A knock sounded at the door.
The sisters shared a look before stumbling to their feet and hurrying to the door, flinging it open, eyes flying wide in shock.
"Pete?" Diana recognized the boys standing in the doorway. "Clark?" The girl must be the famed Lana.
"Where's Chloe?" Cassie wanted to know, looking around.
The three shared looks.
Diana narrowed her eyes. "Where. Is. Our. Sister?"
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Chloe lay on a large bed of black silk, sobbing loudly, curled into herself. The room itself was magnificently gothic, dark and enchantingly other-wordly, but the girl was blind to the magic as she cried into her black-silk pillow, her skin and hair pale against the material surrounding her. The Balcoin symbol on her right hand had completely disappeared as well, leaving her with the beginning of another Omega symbol, leaving her both confused, as she'd thought that happened after the death of the current Head of the House (since theirs had appeared after John's death), and sick because it reminded her of what she was now and what her future would be. She'd only just gotten used to what she'd be as the head of the Balcoin Clan, had made peace with that and had actually come to enjoy her life and look forward to what the future had for her. And yet it had all been taken from her.
A knock sounded on her door, Chloe sitting up on the bed, wiping at her eyes. "Yes?"
Desaad's voice reached her through the wood. "There is someone who would like to see you, My Lady."
That title irked her. "Am I the newest addition to the local zoo, Desaad?"
There was a pause. "I believe you would like to see him too, My Lady."
She frowned. "Fine, let him in."
The door opened loudly, Desaad bowing that showy bow of his, which allowed her to see Whitney standing behind him. "Bow, you insolent fool!" He snapped his fingers, the men behind him forcing Whitney to his knees.
"Leave him alone!" Chloe snapped, stumbling off of her bed.
"As you wish." Desaad snapped fingers again, his minions leaving Whitney alone, the Quarterback shrugging them off as he got to his feet. "I will leave you two alone, but my men will be stationed outside these doors. Should you need anything merely call and they will attend to your any need." He gave Whitney a rough push inside of the room before closing the doors behind him.
Chloe stared at Whitney, her eyes red from crying, in shock. "How are you?"
"How am I?" Whitney snapped. "How am I?" He shook his head. "You got yourself kidnapped by Voldemort!"
Chloe glared at him. "I didn't exactly have a choice."
"Yeah, you did. You could have not gotten kidnapped." Whitney frowned as he drew nearer. "You could have stayed in Smallville where you were safe."
"And what? Let Byron go insane and die? Let Pete, Lana and Clark be tortured and starved to death? Let him continue to control you like that?" Chloe wanted to know.
"Yes." Whitney threw his hands in the air. "You're not the savior of the world!"
"This happened to you because of me!" Chloe snapped, taking a step towards him. "He wanted you because of how important you are to me! He was only able to get to you because I Enthralled Brent and Brent used the Qandisa Spoon on you, which tainted you with darkness, which was the only reason he could possess you! This is all because of me!"
Whitney drew back, surprised by that revelation.
"Yeah." Chloe nodded. "If I hadn't used my Enthrallment to my advantage like that, this wouldn't have happened to you. This is my fault. I'm sorry."
"Jesus, Chloe. This is what I was talking about earlier. The part about you needing someone to take care of you because you get too carried away taking care of everyone else." Whitney groaned, going to a chair and sitting down hard on it with a sigh. "How deep are we in this?"
Chloe licked her lips. "Very."
"Walk me through it."
"Well," Chloe moved towards him, "there's a very dark side and there's a kinda bright side."
"Give me the very dark side." Whitney eyed her.
Chloe merely turned both her palms towards him.
Whitney's blues widened as he jumped off of his chair and came towards her, holding her palms. "What the hell?"
"I had to give up my claim to the Balcoin clan," Chloe whispered, watching him examine the very slow and vague formation of the Omega symbols on her palms. "I'm now the sole heiress to the Darkseid Clan."
Whitney's blues rose to her greens. "What's the kinda bright side?"
"We promised we'd be together through thick and thin, right?" She gave him a weak smile. "Apparently Rao's pissed off because, while he's claimed you, and a Darkseid claim is supposed to be permanent, he can't really pin you down because I claimed you first… And technically my claim's a Darkseid claim as well."
Whitney's eyes widened, his lips twitching before he chuckled, his fingers somehow threaded through hers. "You don't say."
"I do say." Chloe nodded, squeezing his grip on her hands. "Thing is, I don't really know how to claim someone as a Darkseid. You wouldn't remember how he did it, would you?"
Whitney shook his head. "I don't remember anything about the after party from hell."
"Great." Chloe sighed, before her eyes widened. "Oh! Random information; the Freaky Friday incident – that's a Darkseid thing."
Whitney frowned. "Body jumping?"
"More like mind transference." Chloe frowned as well, tilting her head before thinking of something. "Makes me rethink the whole Legend of the Seeker thing as well. He says that my Darkseid magic is only now awakening, though, so it could have only just been moments of… I don't know… Those were moments when… I don't know how to explain it."
"No matter how confusing that was, I get what you are saying." Whitney eyed her thoughtfully. "Your Darkseid magic could have just had moments, or bursts, of awakening, due to your desires. They weren't needed, so they'd go back to being dormant. Just like your Balcoin magic. It was only activated when Nell attacked you; up until then, it was dormant and you were using the crippled, weak Hibbins magic you have inside you, which is why Nell thought you were so weak and useless."
"If only-" Whitney grunted in pain, pulling away from her as his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, gasping in pain, the Omega sign on his forehead beginning to burn bright red. "What's-?" The Hamsa with the Balcoin symbol on his palm was burning brightly as well.
"It's starting." Chloe's eyes widened in horror. "No!" She dropped to her knees, looming over him. "I don't know what to do!"
Whitney curled into a ball, clenching his teeth as he grunted in pain.
"I claim him!" Chloe placed her palm on his Omega symbol but nothing was happening. "I claim him!" This time she placed it on his Hamsa sign, but once again nothing happened. "I'm claiming him, damn it!" The blonde was desperate.
Why wasn't this working?
"Chlo…" Whitney coughed up blood.
"Whitney…" Chloe's eyes widened in terror. "No." Just like the night with Qandisa, terror at the thought of losing Whitney filled her, leaving her breathless. She shook her head, her heart racing, her blood rising and drowning out every sound, leaving only the sound of drums in her ears as she rolled Whitney onto his back and straddled his hips. "I'm not claiming you." She stared down into his face as she leaned her face towards his, wiping his bloodied lips with her thumb. "I already have." She stared down into those blue eyes, feeling something inside of her stirring, something that had been dormant, somehow knowing that what she was about to do, she'd never be able to turn back from, but knowing that she'd be saving Whitney's life by doing so. She didn't care about the consequences her actions would have so long as he lived. "I've claimed you, Whitney. I've claimed you over and over again. I've claimed you to Qandisa. I've claimed you to Rao." She licked her lips, that something inside of her beginning to burn as she leaned in closer. "I need you to claim me now."
Whitney stared up at her with fevered, pained eyes before he reached up and cupped the back of her head, bringing her lips down to meet his. This wasn't what she'd meant, hadn't been what she'd been referring to as his lips moved against hers, their kiss tasting of blood and magic, but Chloe didn't pull away, that something in her bubbling almost painfully before exploding the second her fingers fisted in his letterman jacket. His hands moved through her hair, somehow loosening the locks from their restraint as he pulled her closer, kissing her deeper. Chloe whimpered, feeling her magic moving into him, could feel his meeting hers, rubbing against hers in a way it hadn't before that left her trembling. A groan escaped her lips into his and something inside the room exploded violently.
Her breath escaped her in a gasp as Chloe found their positions reversed, green eyes opening to find herself staring up into blues as she lay beneath Whitney's lean body, his arms palms down on each side of her head. There was an odd expression on his face as he stared down at her.
"You look like you're still in pain," she whispered softly.
Shockingly, a blush darkened on his cheekbones as he looked away.
"Whitney, if you're still in pain, you shouldn't hide that. Obviously we still need more." Chloe glared, reaching up and jerking the unprepared jock down by his shirt, the boy falling completely onto her, knocking the breath out of her slightly as he did so, but she quickly recovered, finding his lips with hers as she kissed him. Her fingers buried themselves in Whitney's hair, massaging his scalp, able to feel the way he seemed to be fighting himself, fighting her, and the girl was confused. Why was he doing this? He'd seemed to be okay before. Why was he fighting now? Didn't he want to claim her now? He'd been happy to claim her before! Was he angry with her? Had he started to realize that this was all her fault?
Whitney's hands were tight fists on her sides, his whole body tense, slightly lifted off of her, his lips barely touching hers, the boy awkward and tense and… well…
Chloe pushed away slightly, waiting for his blues to open to stare into his with worry, still seeing the pain there. The division in the claims must still be tearing him apart from the inside, must still be killing him; that was the only explanation she could come up with for the pain she could see in his face. So why wasn't he putting his all into this when she could tell it had started to help him? "Whitney?" She reached up to brush a golden lock out of his face, worried as hell. "What's wrong?"
He licked his lips, face red and painful. "Nothing, I, you don't, it's just that-"
"You're not going to get better, it won't stop hurting, until you claim me." Chloe stared up into his face, needing him to understand. "You need to claim me as yours, Whitney."
His face went scarlet as he looked away, the pain in his expression intensifying as his body tensed further. "Goddamn it,Chloe."
"Is it getting worse?" she asked, worried as hell.
"Damn straight it is," he hissed softly, getting redder.
Chloe closed her eyes, realizing that, for some reason, Whitney was having difficulty with this.
There was a pause and then a soft, "I'm going to hell for this", and then his lips were on hers, his fingers threading through hers as he kissed her languidly, his body covering her completely.
She realized that with her eyes closed, she could feel his heartbeat against her breast, the beat rapid. She could smell the distinct smell that was the scent of Whitney's skin, and it was only in that second that she realized that Whitney's skin had a scent and that she knew it, the realization taking her by surprise for a second as well as the shock of dark pleasure that jolted her when his body shifted against hers. It was only once he'd done that that she'd finally understood why he'd been so red and why he'd cursed her, because damn it, she was dense. Why hadn't she realized that he was a guy, and she was a girl, and given everything, this wasn't a totally unforeseeable consequence of what they'd been doing? She could feel the reason why he'd had that slightly pained expression, pressing against her abdomen, the girl whimpering into the kiss, clutching at Whitney's letterman jacket tighter in shock when she felt a throb.
It was only the cawing of a raven that brought the two teenagers apart, the blondes red-faced and with swollen lips as their eyes widened, looking around the room which had drastically changed since the last time they'd looked.
Whitney slowly stood, helping her to her feet before covering his tented pants with his hands awkwardly. "Chloe?"
Chloe's eyes widened as she looked around at what looked like the dead remains of a forest before turning to look at Whitney in confusion. "I have no idea. I swear if I've done this, I haven't done so on purpose."
"Not much of a consolation." Whitney sighed, bringing his hand to his forehead. "Freaky Friday and Legend of the Seeker weren't done on purpose either."
Chloe's eyes widened as she reached for his hand, pulling it to her. "Look!"
Whitney gazed down at his Hamsa… or what used to be his Hamsa. In its place was a new version of his original Hamsa, which seemed more ornate and yet less human, the nails clearly claws, trails of blood dripping off the sharp, curved tips. Another difference was that instead of a Balcoin symbol in the middle of the Hamsa, there was an intricate winged serpent.
Chloe grinned, lifting her palm to show her miniaturized version. There were two Eye designs on the spikes emerging from the heptagon design as well on her palm, (one on the top spike and one on the bottom on), each Eye vastly different in design from the other, one horribly faded, while the other really didn't seem faded at all. But Chloe wasn't paying attention to the Eyes, instead she gazed at the transformed Hamsa design, which was bold and dominant. "You claimed me."
Whitney went scarlet once more, pulling his hand free and looking away. "Let's never talk about that ever again and forget it ever happened."
Chloe went red once more, thinking about "the claiming" and nodding. "Sure."
"Good." His gaze went to his pants and he let out a little growl. "Don't look at in my general direction for a while also."
She, of course, looked down at his pants and then looked away, face growing redder. "That's, uh, nothing to be ashamed of. You're a normal teenaged guy and I'm a normal teenaged girl and the fact that we were both aroused by what happened between us is, uh, normal."
Whitney froze, eyes wide. "Both-?"
Chloe's eyes widened and she started walking rapidly away from the Quarterback, making her way through the dead trees. "Do you see that light over there? I see a light over there. Should there be a light over there? I think we should go over there. I'm going over there."
Whitney easily caught up with her, not saying anything but sending her a couple of curious sideways glances before clearing his throat and fixing his gaze ahead of them on the light she'd mentioned before. "This doesn't seem movie or television based, does it? It's not something you recognize?"
She didn't answer at first, taking a couple of minutes to really pay attention to her surroundings, before shaking her head. "No. I don't think so. This doesn't feel the least bit familiar."
"That isn't in the least bit comforting." The Quarterback clenched his fists, a ball of energy forming around them as he moved, his blues alert around the area. "I don't like the feeling I get from this place."
"What feeling?" Chloe sent him a curious look.
"Like the sun's about to set? I don't know, I can't explain it." Whitney made a face as they walked through the dead trees, twisting and turning as they drew closer and closer towards the source of the soft blue light that had caught her attention earlier.
Chloe stepped out from the forest of dead trees into a clearing of withered grass, finding an arched column of stones extending out from the ground, a pool of crimson water glowing underneath. This was the light they'd seen.
"What is this place?" Whitney made a face as he drew closer, staring down at their reflection in the crimson water. His eyes widened when, instead of seeing them as they were, he saw Chloe as an even more monstrous version of Scales, eyes black as sin, a mark upon her forehead that seemed a mixture of the Omega symbol and the Balcoin symbol. Whitney's reflection bore blood red eyes with a heptagon upon his forehead which bore the symbol of a monstrous winged serpent within it.
Chloe's eyes were wide. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"Depends." Whitney cleared his throat. "Are you a dragon?"
"You're seeing what I'm seeing." Chloe gulped.
"You two should not be here," an unfamiliar voice declared from behind them.
The two turned around to see an elderly woman with silver hair in a bun. She wore a bright blue top with a sweater garnished with a rose design pin, and a long white, blue, and black pattern skirt. She had a sweet appearance but there was something about her that made Chloe narrow her eyes distrustfully.
The blonde raised her chin. "Where exactly is 'here'?"
The elder lady eyed them curiously. "You do not know where you are, My Lady?"
The title caused Chloe's eyes to widen as realization set in. "We're still in Rao's domain."
"Of course." The woman eyed them curious. "There was doubt?"
Chloe frowned, sending Whitney a little look as she returned her attention to the woman. "I was in my chambers with Whitney when all of a sudden we were here."
The woman was silent, as if waiting for more, before she smiled softly, as if amused with them. "Is that all? You just blinked and you were here?"
Chloe's gaze met Whitney's and she could feel a blush warming her cheeks as she looked away. "We weren't trying to escape; we weren't even trying to leave the room. That's all that matters-" She paused, realizing she didn't know who she was addressing.
"Call me Granny." The older woman smiled ever so pleasantly. "Everyone calls me Granny Goodness."
"Granny." Chloe found it hard to say that one. "I don't understand how one second Whitney and I are in my room and in the next we're here."
"Where is here anyway?" Whitney wanted to know. "And what the hell is this pool thing?"
"This 'pool thing', boy, is none of your business." Granny Goodness raised her eyebrow. "Now come, I will show you both the way out." She sent Chloe a little look of womanly knowledge as she moved closer, voice lowering. "You will learn in time, My Lady, to control what your magic does when your mind goes blank."
Chloe's eyes went wide as her blush darkened, her greens darkening too. "You're a telepath."
"It's one of my many uses for My Master." Granny Goodness smiled in pride. "I also have the ability to tinker with the mind – memories to be precise. Your half-brother and friends will remember they were in France, and that they were held and tortured, and that he took up the leadership of the Balcoin family, but other than that they will not remember anything that will be of any use to them or anyone else." She turned her gaze on Chloe. "So please, My Lady, do grow to love it here. You're never leaving."
Greg gasped for breath as he jolted up in bed, sweat covering his body. A scarred hand went to his head as the images he'd Seen already began to fade, but he was prepared. This had been happening to him the last couple of nights and while, at first he hadn't been prepared, and then on the second night, he'd thought it'd been a coincidence, by the third, he'd been ready. Greg reached for the notepad by his bed and hurriedly began scribbling down every single thing he could remember about the dream this time. Each time he dreamt he could remember something different. This time there was the Granny Goodness character and her being a telepath and memory eraser, which was a seriously important detail, damn it! Those were both very rare, very powerful powers!
Only once he was sure that he had everything written down did Greg collapse onto the bed, his head killing him. He hoped to god that Chloe and Whitney were fine because things weren't good here.
Pete was doing his best, Greg knew he was, but Pete wasn't filling Chloe's shoes that well.
Then again, it really wasn't fair on Pete considering that every Balcoin resented him for it.
Diana was pissed as hell that Pete would just walk out and let Chloe remain, the brunette not talking to him. And considering that Lana was defending him tooth and nail saying that Pete hadn't had any other choice, Diana and Lana were basically at each other's neck night and day.
Cassie had never met Pete once, hadn't even spoken to Pete through Skype as Diana had, so she hadn't really cared much what had happened to him. And the blonde had been quite blunt about that. Chloe was her sister and she wanted her sister back. She wasn't accepting Pete as the First and was staying with Greg and his mother. Greg hadn't invited her to stay with him, he wasn't even sure his mother had, but somehow Cassie had sweetened his mother into thinking she was some sort of angel and his mother was in love with the girl and thought of her as the daughter she'd never had and wanted her to stay forever. Greg was horrified at the very thought and wanted Chloe back more than ever if only to get Cassie to leave. He wanted his bathroom to himself once more.
Mikhail had not only refused to accept Pete as the First, but he'd also challenged Pete's right to be First while Chloe was not only the Firstborn but still alive. Both he and Lucas had left the house and were living with the Lost Boys in Edge City permanently, trying to find something to 'dethrone the usurper'.
Byron was probably the nicest one to Pete, but that was because Byron was just a nice guy. Still, it was more than obvious that Byron wanted his sister back.
Jake, Faye and Adam's family were with Pete trying to figure out what to do, but considering Pete, Clark and Lana couldn't really remember anything, there wasn't much to go on.
And not only that, but the Bleeding Caves were dead. Whenever a Firstborn or First (a 'First' was the Secondborn or anyone who wasn't the Firstborn who became the head of the family) inherited after his or her predecessor, the Caves would shut down for a little bit before reawakening under their new leadership and change, becoming one with the new Firstborn/First, evolving according to the amount of power said Firstborn/First held. But the Bleeding Caves were dead. It made no sense. Chloe had renounced the position of Firstborn and Pete had accepted. That should have been enough according to Rao Darkseid. The Caves should have awoken under their new leadership: Pete. Instead they were beginning to crumble, to cave in, to completely disintegrate into nothingness.
What was going on?
The door opened and Cassie stuck her head in before entering his room, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. "Okay, that's it. I'm done."
Greg sat up in bed, frowning. "With what? Knocking?"
She ignored him, coming to sit on the edge of his bed. "Tell me."
"What exactly?" Greg made a face.
She glared. "Every night you're waking up with nightmares, Greg. And we've established that you're her Eye. Also? Diana's Eye is fading. Another interesting thing? Yoursisn't." The blonde reached out and grabbed his arm, yanking him forward violently, eyeing his All-Seeing Eye design accusingly. "It's fine. I'm not usually a girl who likes to gamble but I'm willing to bet there's a very good reason as to why." Her glare rose to his face as she let go of his hand. "Start talking, Arkin. I didn't just move in here just because the other option was Clark's, you know."
Greg frowned. "I don't have to tell you anything."
"You do if you don't want me telling everyone else and having them pester you," Cassie threatened, folding her arms over her chest. "So spill it, Arkin. What are you Seeing every night? And why are you still able to See things when Diana can't?"
Greg's mind flashed to that morning, of that burst of magic from Chloe to him as they held hands, and of Chloe's little smile as she let go of his hands and told him to go. "Fine, but you can't tell anyone."
"Want me to pinky swear?" she snarked.
"Couldn't hurt." He smirked, holding out his pinky towards her.
"You're impossible!" Cassie cried out before curling her pinky around his.