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The New Circle 104B/? 
24th-Oct-2013 02:23 am
Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain, Byron Moore...
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own any original material used in the television series or artwork, they belong to their respective creators. I have merely tweaked them for my story.
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.
A/N : NEVER been to Romania, so my information is from research. Sorry if I get anything wrong!

"According to this, not only is this pillory in the middle of the square used as a means for public humiliation, punishment and scorn, and some guy that was beheaded here," Cassie stared at the guidebook she'd bought, which had conveniently enough been in English, "but witches were also punished here."

"Yeah, I'm not coming back here for a vacation any time soon," Jason announced as he looked through a rack.

"Ohh! Get this!" Cassie's eyes widened. "A local tradition holds that the children that the Pied Piper of Hamelin, which is in Germany by the way-"

"Way to know your Geography," Adam teased.

She ignored him, continuing, "That the children that the Pied Piper of Hamelin sent underground appeared near this Braşov square."

"I'm thinking that's something they just say for the tourists." Adam gazed around him as he took in a deep breath.

Cassie frowned. "It could be true."

"So could Bigfoot," Adam countered.

"My money's on Bigfoot," Jason chimed.

Adam chuckled.

Cassie glared at them. "Laugh all you want, but I think they're telling the truth. What do you think, Diana?"

That's when she realized that Diana wasn't paying attention to them, the brunette holding a hand to her heart as she stared around her, almost as if looking for something. She seemed disturbed, her expression pinched.

"Diana?" Cassie came closer. "Is everything okay?"

The girl shook her head before she turned to face her. "Huh?"

Cassie raised an eyebrow. "You zoned out on us. Did something happen?"

"No." And yet, Diana's gaze shifted away, onto the crowd once more. "It's just something about the energy in this whole place. It just seemed to shift somehow. I can't explain it. It was almost as if I had-" She turned to face them. "You guys don't feel or see anything weird?"

Cassie, Adam and Jason shared looks before shaking their heads.

"Maybe I just need some rest." Diana brought a hand to her head and took in a deep breath. "I am a bit tired."

Cassie eyed her dark haired sister in worry. "Yeah, maybe."

And yet, she couldn't help but feel a dark feeling of worry curling in her stomach.

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It was killing her, not being able to do anything on her own. She felt handicapped, like she'd actually broken something. She'd gone sixteen years without magic and yet those months with magic had done something to her because, as Chloe walked through the crowed, trying to find where her friends and family and gone off to, she felt like a junky who hadn't had a fix in a long time. The silver edges to her hair might seem like a cool new trendy hairstyle but to her, they were, like the bracelet she wore, yet another bit of proof that she was weaker than water. Useless. And it annoyed the hell out of her. She had been able to bring a damned room from one dimension and integrate it into another! And yet now, she couldn't even levitate a leaf into the air if her life depended on it!

And it might, what with the fact that they were headed to the Genesis Caves and all that.

The girl licked her lips and hugged herself as she lost herself in the crowd, deciding to forget about the others for a moment and give herself a moment of solitude. There were so many feelings burning inside of her, and so many of them weren't positive. She battled them daily but she was so tired of battling everything and everyone. She just wanted to rest, to get away from the Circle and the War and the Dragons and the Witches and the Balcoins and everything. A voice in her selfishly wondered how long she'd live if she just ran. How long would the bracelet give her? Would it be less if she was physically further from the guys? It might be worth it to just have at least four normal days and die a normal girl in a Denny's.

Did Romania even have a Denny's?

It felt as if a shadow of immense doubt loomed over her, hanging over her back, weighing down heavily on her.

They shouldn't have saved her. They should have just let her die. Pete could have taken over and finally proven his worth now that she wasn't around to divide everyone's loyalty. This was all her fault anyway. If she died, Rao wouldn't be able to go ahead with his plan. He'd have to at least wait a couple of more years to father another child and that would give everyone more time to plan the battle. She was too arrogant to think she could win this war. She couldn't. But she could stall it. She could die.

Cold fingertips of depression trailed down her neck, and darkest thoughts planted within her like roots.

She was sleepy – the girl's eyes fluttering closed.



Suddenly, someone barreled into her and Chloe's eyes flew open as she felt her body being yanked violently to the side, the sound of what seemed like a train horn blowing violently, disorienting her, though not as much as the blow as both her and whoever had slammed into her fell to the ground.

Chloe whimpered, body in pain, as she rolled to the side in time to see the train pass inches from them, the wind from the speed it was going causing her clothes to flutter.

"I don't care how shitty your life is," a voice groaned angrily to her side, "you do not end it like that!"

Chloe pushed up to her elbows to turn and see her rescuer, who was a boy around her age. Trust her to find the one pissed off, crazy and violent teen in Romania who spoke perfect English. "What are you talking about?"

He turned to her and snorted. "Are you really going to pretend that you weren't standing in front of that train waiting for it to run you over?"

Chloe's eyes widened. "What?"

He frowned as he stared at her, a disturbed expression making its way onto his face. "Are you telling me you didn't realize you were standing in front of a moving train?"

"H-how did I-?" Chloe looked around, confused and admittedly scared. "I was in the Council Square two seconds ago!"

The boy frowned at her. "What was the last thing you remember?"

Chloe opened her mouth and then closed it, shaking her head. "Nothing, it doesn't matter." She gave him a little smile as she held her hand out. "Thank you for saving my life." Even as she said that, something was bitter in her mouth like ash. She had to be saved again. Saved. Her. It made her cringe at just how weak and useless she was becoming, at how much of a burden and a liability she was. Even to stay alive,she had to feed off of other people, like a leech. Like a parasite.

Bugs should be crushed. Weakness won't be tolerated.

She felt her body go lax for a second.

The boy narrowed his eyes on her, apparently having stood and was now holding his hand out towards her, waiting for her to take it and accept his hand to stand. "Are you okay?"

Chloe smiled as feeling returned to her body and she nodded. "Yes, of course." The girl reached out and accepted his help, standing with a smile. "Thank you, again. Uh…." She looked around her. "Do you know the way to Council Square?"

He pointed in a general direction, a disturbed expression on his face. "I can take you there if you're not feeling well."

"I'm perfect." She wasn't that weak yet. "Thanks again. I'm such a daydreamer, I can't believe I did that – and you saved me – I – thanks." She backed away before she turned and stumbled towards the direction he'd pointed to, lightheaded and confused.

Useless. Without your magic, you're utterly useless! Getting saved by a human of all things! How LOW can you GET? Disgusting.

Chloe raised her hands to her ears and closed her eyes tightly with a whimper as she hurried her pace.

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Lucas and Mikhail did what any teenaged boy their age would do on a European trip without any chaperone around to supervise them: they tried chatting (unsuccessfully given the fact they didn't speak Romanian) with the local girls. So far, they'd gotten some heavy accented "You're cute" and "You Americans?" from the girls, and one of them had even slipped Mikhail her number. That, of course, had started a competition between the best friends of who could get the most telephone numbers before the night was up, and that kept the boys busy for the rest of the time.

They didn't notice when Whitney finally had enough and slipped away, the blonde far from interested in their game.

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She was stressed. She was going through a lot of things. That had to be it.

Chloe hugged herself tightly as she leaned against the boy RV and stared in front of her, trying to make sense of what had happened to her earlier. Try as hard as she could, she couldn't remember going from the Council Square to the train station, and from the long walk it had been to get to where they'd left the RVs parked, Chloe knew that she should have remembered that journey, and yet she didn't. She remembered being really tired though. She'd been very tired, so tired every day since she'd nearly died, and that was her only conclusion as her gaze lowered and she held onto the hand on which the Willowbrook rested.

This was the only thing keeping her alive, so there was bound to be some sort of side effects to that, right? It was probably some form of sleepwalking or something like that. Her mind had switched off because her body was so horribly tired, still trying to recuperate from what she'd gone through.

Ever since she'd come back she'd been… testy. Hadn't she snapped at Zod earlier and basically accused him of something that she knew he wouldn't do? Not because her sisters weren't attractive, but because, well, she just knew that Zod wouldn't do that. She just did. And yet she'd said that, had, had…

And it wasn't just with him…

Chloe groaned and grabbed at her hair. "Scales? Are you around? I could really use a talk with you right now."


Chloe took in a deep breath. "What about you Claws? Please?"


She was so weak, her magic couldn't even manifest itself outside her body for a little tête-à-tête.

"Some savior of the magical community you are, Chloe Sullivan." She leaned her head hard against the RV. "You're just as useful as a damned mortal."

And then she flinched, feeling really horrible. Mortals were not only useful, but they'd helped them win the battle for Smallville! She didn't think this way! She didn't put down others this way while arrogantly elevating herself and her kind!

Chloe froze, her eyes widening as she realized what she'd just thought.

My kind? I have a kind now?

She sounded a lot like Francis Balcoin or John Balcoin, or even Rao Darkseid himself!

What the hell was happening to her?

She gripped her hair tighter and slid down the side of the RV with a little cry.

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"I wondered when you'd seek me out."

Whitney hesitated, eyes narrowed on the back of the Dragon in front of him, staring at one of the many medieval buildings in the Council Square. "What made you so sure I would?"

The Dragon sent him a little look over his shoulder before he returned his gaze in front of him. "You're her Sanguine and she's your Animus."

Whitney eyed that back before joining him and staring at the same building. "You keep saying that."

"Because I understand what that means," Zod tilted his head to the side as he observed the detail, "and I doubt you do."

Whitney frowned. "What do you mean?"

"A Sanguine is a rarity, it's respected." Zod sent him a sideways glance. "Before my dimension was destroyed, my plans were to pull you aside and to inform you of my expectations for you while I was not here in this realm to look after my wife."

Whitney raised an eyebrow. "And you thought I'd listen to your expectations because…?"

"I would be treating you as an equal." The Dragon shocked him silent. "I would be entrusting you with her safety. You. No one else. Her safety and the safety of any egg or hatchling conceived of our union."

Whitney quickly found his voice again. "Look, Major Zod, you don't seem to get that-"

"You desire to mate with her and so you do not like it whenever I mention that I intend for her and I to breed."

Whitney's mouth opened to deny that first part vehemently.

"Do not insult me with a lie." The Dragon raised an eyebrow as he turned to face the younger male. "I can smell how your scent changes when you're around her. It becomes musky with the clear need to mate and mark from within."

Whitney closed his mouth shut loudly, a dark blush covering his cheekbones.

Oh god. The Dragon was going to kill him!

Then again, the mortification might take him first.

"You are not the only one who desires her." Zod's face was pure displeasure. "The Gemini and the halfling do as well, and I believe that, as she feeds from their life-force and magic, there is the chance that Chloe might feed from those emotions."

Whitney's eyes widened. "What?"

"Have you not noticed that since she has put on the bracelet, there has been an incident with the both of them?" Zod raised an eyebrow. "Councilman Jor warned that, due to how few we are, the effects of the bond will be felt quicker."

Whitney thought about that happening that day. The incident. The Boner Episode. That had apparently been Jason's fault, if Zod could be believed.

And then he thought about Adam's sudden leap into suddenly getting noticed in the bathroom.

"So you're saying that there's a possibility that Chloe's feeling more attracted to us because we're attracted to her?" Whitney scratched his head. "How does that work?"

"We sensed what she felt, but it was a momentary episode brought on by physical stimuli involving someone wearing a bracelet." Zod took in a deep breath. "But Chloe is alive by constantly feeding from us. It isn't that jolt of intensity that we felt, but a much smaller yet constant source. We could tell it was an outside feeling because it was a sudden overwhelming sensation, but for her, if it continues this way, it will be a slow build up of emotion that could seem to her like a natural progression. Again, though, this is supposition on my part, mere precaution."

Whitney suddenly saw what Zod was getting at, horror filling him at the very thought. "We need to find those Stones and get the bracelets off… before these bracelets' sex-vibes completely mess with her head!"

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Chloe sat by the side of the RV, covered in shadows as she stared unseeingly ahead of her, unaware of time or of her surroundings.

The Willowbrook glowed softly in the darkness, not a hint of magic to be found in those dimmed green eyes as darkness began to gather behind her.

24th-Oct-2013 07:58 am (UTC)
OK..First off, it better NOT be that Cristabella witch trying to LIVE in one of her descendents kinda shit with Diana or maybe Chloe..That would just be EWWW!

Lastly, who is trying to off Chloe now that she's basically 'HELPLESS/USELESS/your words, not mine' and honestly, Chloe should just try to WAKE the hell up..Moira is SO NOT helping by BRING ALL BALCOIN here! I still don't like nor trust her much now. God..
27th-Oct-2013 02:02 am (UTC)
Chloe definitely doesn't trust Moira, (though a part of her WANTS to trust her) but she needs her, which is something they both know.
24th-Oct-2013 06:46 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure the Council managed to clean all the pschotic dragon out of the Willowbrook before they put it on Chloe.

Shouldn't the boys have felt her almost die or is whatever part of the Willowbrook made her suicidal block them from helping her.

Yeah as plausible as Zod's theory is I think it's coming from a very jealous place. And Chloe already has some feelings for all 4 guys. But it's trying to kill her so get the stones quick guys.
27th-Oct-2013 02:02 am (UTC)
Well, they can't sense *everything* but yes, some things are conveniently blocked from the boys and that was one of them.
24th-Oct-2013 11:47 pm (UTC)
So I was almost late for work but who cares cause I got to read this before heading out. XD yes I have my priorities sorted.

Ohh my poor Chloe what is going with her? Is this something to do with Rao trying to infect her again? Or something completely different?
And is the reason that Diana sensed something because she is Chloe's eye?

love the Whitney and Zod talk. what does it mean that Chloe is Whitney's animus???
Hmmm so Chloe is feeling what the guys are feeling??? Why must you throw a wrench in my giddiness?? Now how do I know if Chloe is feeling something and not what she is feeling from the link????

27th-Oct-2013 02:03 am (UTC)
I see nothing wrong with those priorities! *innocent smile*

The animus should be touched on later...
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