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!
Whitney hadn't even blinked when Faye's own body had returned in a blink of blinding light, the girl patting herself and giving a little cry of joy to be all in one piece again. Instead, he'd turned in the direction that the blinding dome of light had appeared from in the not too far distance.
They were near.
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Chloe shot up with a cry, looking around her, disoriented, expecting to still see the Temple's courtyard and yet instead she was in a dimly lit bedroom on top of a humongous bed with what seemed like black silk sheets. She stared around the room, which was only lit by gold incense containers, purple flames emerging from them. There were drawings of Dragons, of demons and creatures, of abominations, of all sorts of monsters, of beings in mid-shift.
Pushing the sheets off of her body, Chloe turned to slip off the bed then she paused, staring down at her body. Her eyes saw red, staring at the black silk dress that adorned her body.
Someone had changed her clothes.
Narrowing her eyes, Chloe took in a deep breath, telling herself to calm down as she took in the snake bracelet made of pure gold that curled around her wrist and up her forearm to her elbow. There were boots that were made of some sort of scaly material, the girl making a face as she slipped her feet into them, looking around the room before noticing a door. She made her way towards it, pausing only once as she passed a mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection, the blonde stopping in her tracks and backpedaling to stare at herself in shock.
Her pupils were reptilian, the whites of her eyes inky black... Just like his had been. She blinked, then blinked again, trying to force her eyes to return to normal, a breath of relief escaping her lips when they did.
Resting her forehead against the glass, Chloe took in a deep breath. "I need to get out of here before anything else freaky starts happening to me."
"You will not be leaving this realm."
Chloe twirled around, slamming her back into the wall and turning to face the man from before. "And why is that?"
He stood in the shadows, stance military as he eyed her. "Because we have use for you."
"Where are the people I came with?" Chloe narrowed her eyes, a little baffled at the realization that he believed she'd stay merely because they had some sort of use for her.
"They were left to the beasts outside," he replied, as if he hadn't just left her friends to be eaten alive. "I figured I'd give them the dignity of dying with a fight."
"How noble of you." She clenched her fists, a muscle jumping in her cheek. "So we're inside the Temple?"
"Why are you not more interested in why you're of use to us?" He drew closer.
She licked her lips, tilting her head as she stared up into his eyes. The girl couldn't explain the fact that she somehow knew that her friends were alive and fine and that that made her feel level-headed, which was something she needed to be right now. She doubted he'd be able to understand it, which was understandable given the fact that she didn't understand it either.
He slammed his hands on each side of her head, his blues shifting reptilian, the whites of his eyes bleeding inky black, a scattering of black scales that had a green and purple sheen appearing on his cheekbones.
Chloe gasped as she pressed harder against the wall, feeling something within her react instinctively.
He stared down at her before grinning, a hint of fang showing. "You know how you're worried about more "freaky" things happening?" At her slow, worried nod, he motioned with his head towards the mirror next to her body.
Chloe narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion before her curiosity got the best of her and she slowly turned her gaze towards it, seeing that not only had her eyes returned to that weird mixture of reptilian and inky black, but silver scales were visible on her cheekbones. Horror filled her, weighing heavily on her. "What's happening to me?" She turned to him, feeling close to tears. "This has never happened before. Why is this happening now?"
"Because you're here," he replied, as if this should be obvious. "You're in the birthplace of your magic, its true home." He observed her, an odd expression on his face. "It is here where you will begin to see what it truly means to have this magic in your veins."
Chloe shook her head. "If I could get here on my own, I can leave here on my own."
He smirked, shaking his head. "I doubt that."
"And why is that?" She smirked back, just to piss him off.
The door opened and a regal looking man entered, eyeing them with a raised eyebrow. "Are you tormenting her already, boy? Really? I know she's only a human and it's beneath you but you have made a sacrifice for our people and you will behave with the dignity that our race prides themselves on. Human or not, we don't want to run the risk that she has the same weakness our females do and misery leaves her incapable." He shook his head, turning to the wary and suspicious girl, the man pursing his lips. "I admit, I discouraged Rao's desire to cross over to your world when I first learned of his intent. Your people are like insects to us, nothing more than bugs to crush under our claws. Especially back then." The disgust was obvious in his face. "At one time your kind couldn't even talk. Grunts and groans. Disgusting."
Chloe frowned at this man, wanting to defend her "kind" and yet figuring that this was a guy she didn't want to piss off.
"And yet look how far you've gotten." The man reached out to grab her face, and while his body might be human, his hands were not. They were scaly, clawed, gripping her tightly and lifting her head roughly so he could look into her shifted eyes and glance at her scales. "Look at those eyes, boy. Couldn't tell those apart from one of ours if you didn't know better. And the scales. Silver. A unique color. I have never seen any that color. So light."
She didn't like being manhandled like this but allowed it.
When he let go, she pushed harder against the wall and eyed the two men warily.
"Why isn't she casting harbingers?" the older man wanted to know, turning to the younger man. "I was told that we were alerted to her presence because a female was spewing them unlike what we have seen in ages."
Harbingers? Chloe narrowed her eyes. Are they talking about those butterfly things that turned into monsters?
"I was wondering that myself," the younger man announced, arms folded over his chest, eyeing Chloe as he spoke. "While she was unconscious I performed a search of her and discovered that a mutual… acquaintance… got to her and stopped the process in an attempt to hide her presence from us."
The man sneered. "The Zatara girl."
The younger man nodded. "She also bound herself by blood in service to her."
The older man looked up in surprise at that.
So did Chloe.
The older man then chuckled darkly, shaking his head, visibly displeased. "For a human, that girl was always crafty. We cannot touch her if she belongs to one of the Royals. Only the one she belongs to is allowed to do anything to her."
The younger man nodded. "The hunt is over. She is allowed to keep her life."
The older man turned his eyes on Chloe, frowning. "This displeases me. She and her people should have either been brought in as our slaves from the beginning or killed, not been allowed to run free all these years."
Chloe didn't know what to say about that. It wasn't as if she had been there this whole time. "When I go back, I'll take her with me and get her out of your scales."
He raised an eyebrow, far from appeased, his features blurring slightly before his gaze went to the man. "I hope that was an ill attempt at humor."
"I'm sure that was, Councilman Seyg," he assured with a half-bow, bringing his hand to his waist. "You must remember that Rao is the one who is behind her birth."
Councilman Seyg paused, thinking that over before nodding. "Yes, I see your point." He eyed Chloe critically before once more giving a nod. "You will have to do. Not that there's any choice in the matter. What's done is done. Welcome home, I suppose. May you grow to understand civilization." And with that, he turned, leaving them in the room alone once more.
Chloe turned to the other guy, whom she had yet to get a name from, and couldn't keep her tongue under control, lifting a finger to him, a muscle jumping in her cheek. "I don't care if he's the King Tut of this place. If he says one more disparaging thing about "my kind", I'm going to-!"
"The Councilman will say whatever he wishes to say. It's his right." The man interrupted her in mid-rant, arms clasped behind his back, stance still military and still seeming not to care what she thought about any of this. "At least you have decent eyes, not just those frail, ugly ones. I suggest you keep these eyes shifted and lock away their other form forever."
"Excuse me?" Chloe's lips parted, highly insulted.
"The human ones." He made a face. "They are... unattractive... and very disconcerting."
"They are disconcerting?" Chloe barked out incredulously, shaking her head as she ran her fingers through her hair in disbelief.
"Yes. Oval pupils? Whites in their eyes? It's unnatural." He made a face of disgust. "Also, human faces are quite bland, unremarkable. You should keep your colors on you considering I doubt that you can truly transform into Dragon form given the fact that you are a mere mortal born with our magic."
"My colors?" She completely ignored the whole "mere mortal" crap she'd been subjected to since she'd gotten here. And who said she wanted to become a giant lizard anyway?
"Your markings. Your scales." He motioned to the scales on her cheekbones. "They'll prove you're not one of the slaves."
There were human slaves.
"I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not going to stay here," Chloe announced, unable to keep her mouth shut despite knowing that she should. It was almost as if she was speaking against her own will. "I'm going to escape, I'm going to find my friends – who are still alive – and I'm going to find a way out of this hell hole."
"No, you're not." He shook his head, once more moving towards her, slamming his hands on either side of her head, pinning her to the wall, his magic whipping around his lean, fit body, causing the tips of his black hair to ripple in the air.
Chloe narrowed her eyes, refusing to back down, to be intimidated. "Listen here, Mister-"
"Major, actually," he interrupted with a shit eating grin.
"Major," she corrected herself with a sneer. "I don't care if you and your people are goddamn Godzilla times a hundred and I am Tokyo, I'm not staying here."
He blinked, looking confused at the pop culture reference and yet annoyed at her continued defiance. "You don't seem to have realized one very important detail."
"And what detail would that be, Major?" she wanted to know, highly frustrated by him and just everything by now.
He raised an eyebrow before he leaned so that his body was only a breath away from hers, his lips brushing against her ear, causing a shocked shiver to jolt down her spine. "You have no idea what Rao reallyhas planned for you should you return."
Chloe, hands pressed hard against the wall, felt something odd twirling in her stomach as she curled her fingers in the wall, which was remarkably soft beneath her fingertips. The blonde licked her lips, chest rising and falling as she stared ahead of her, surprisingly shaken by this whole situation, which annoyed the hell out of her, especially considering the fact that he wasn't even touching her! And damn it! She was the one with the power to Enthrall! Her! Some annoying asshole, who was really some huge reptile, shouldn't be able to have her reacting like this! No! Especially not when all she wanted to do was punch him! She-
The girl's eyes widened and she could have palmed her face in disgust at the level of her stupidity.
"So is this the part where you tell me he's going to try and kill me and/or just basically try and turn me against him so I'll be grateful to you guys for kidnapping me and keeping me safe?" Chloe asked, taking in a deep breath, building herself up for what she was going to have to do.
"No." He shook his head, pulling his head back enough to look her in the face. "This is the part where I tell you that you're not the only one over on your side that has magic from this side in their veins."
Chloe's eyes widened in shock. "What?"
He smirked, reaching out to brush a blonde tendril of hair out of her face. "Let's say I used to know Rao very well and I could tell you a lot about what he had planned for you."
Chloe frowned, staring up at him. "Why?"
"Because it doesn't matter anymore," he replied with a shrug. "You're not leaving. He'll have to start all over again." He tilted his head with a thought. "Or he could always come back and retrieve you himself. I'm sure he'll try to when you don't return in a couple of days but by then, it'll be too late and he'll be thwarted."
Chloe didn't know what to think as she stared at him. "What are you talking about?"
"The first time Rao left our world, I was still considered a hatchling," he declared, surprising her by deciding to share. "Do you know how he did this?"
"I don't know." She raised an eyebrow, not that comfortable being pinned to the wall, a mere breath between his body and hers, his forearms pressed on the wall on either side of her head as his eyes and face shifted to their more human form. "I suppose he somehow found a way to talk to the Six Original Witches in my world and offered them something in return for… something."
He stared at her before shaking his head. "You still don't get it."
"Don't get what?" She glared at him.
He leaned in closely once more, voice lowered as he whispered a truth that rocked her to her foundations. "Before Rao, there were no witches."