Title: The New CircleFandoms: Smallville/Secret CircleCharacters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Major Dru-Zod, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain/Byron Moore, Adam Knight, Zatanna Zatara, Bart Allen, Clark Kent, Pete Ross, Jor-El, Vika Balcoin, Van McNulty...Rating: TDisclaimer: 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.Lex rose and moved to one of the windows, analyzing the room it gave a view into. Said room held volumes upon volumes of books, a master library if ever he'd seen one, and each looked ancient, important. His gaze shifted to each window, which granted a look into a completely different room with completely different treasures, and his mind worked rapidly as it processed everything.
He leaned with his palm in front of him against the wall by the window, his gaze on the millions of dust-covered ancient tomes on the other side of the glass before it shifted instead to the reflection of Chloe in the glass of the window itself. "I want to test a theory."
She stood behind him, her displeasure with him and the others plain on her face as she moved to stand next to him and fold her hands over her chest. "You and your theories."
He smirked, unable to hide his amusement with her sulky attitude, because despite how incredibly powerful and awing the girl was, she was in fact, just a girl. It was one of the things that made her so terribly fascinating to him. He tilted his head towards her, lips curled, voice purposely provoking. "You're not still holding a grudge because of the incident with the shrubbery?"
Arthur and Victor shared confused looks behind them.
Chloe didn't answer his question, didn't even look at him, instead gazed into the library as well. "What theory do you have this time, Master Luthor?"
His lips curled further at the mocking tone in her voice, realizing that she was truly annoyed with them and yet unable to keep her curiosity at bay. She was probably the only other person he knew who couldn't say no to a mystery, or to a problem which was begging to be solved. They were kindred in many ways, and that was probably why they got along even when she didn't truly trust him. "Well, Mistress Balcoin-Darkseid, we're in the Caves, right? So, wish for us to be in the Halls of Thrall."
She took in a deep breath, curiosity flittering over her reflection in the window. "Fine."
It was a testament to just how connected she was to the Caves that there wasn't a hesitation as the world flickered around them before it disappeared into darkness. In the blinking of an eye they were in a large chamber with multiple veins branching off into every direction from it. It was as if the room they were in was the sun, and the multiple halls leading out from it the sun's spokes.
There was so much accumulation of dust one could tell that no one had been in here in a very long time... except what appeared to be some sort of four-legged animal, probably a large dog... or a wolf.
Chloe's gaze lowered on the paw prints, her face expressionless.
Lex observed the young girl thoughtfully.
No one had said exactly what had happened to Moira Sullivan. She just wasn't in Smallville anymore. And seeing the way Chloe reacted to those paw prints Lex's suspicions were confirmed: Moira Sullivan was dead, probably by Chloe's hands, or by the hands or someone in her Circle. Or maybe, just maybe, by the hands of the mysterious woman Vika who'd made herself at home in town around the same time that Moira had gone missing. Lex definitely hadn't missed the fact that she'd appeared the same time Moira had disappeared, and he couldn't help but wonder exactly what had gone down. Chloe wasn't exactly somehow who advocated the death penalty, just look at how much crap she was putting up with Nell Potter, so the only reason why he could see her justifying killing someone is if that person tried to kill someone she loved.
Lex had had to deal with Moira personally, hadn't liked the woman, and despite all of her claims of wanting to protect and help Chloe - the blonde was the only one whom he could see her targeting. If Moira Sullivan had tried to kill someone, it would've been Chloe, and a part of him doubted the blonde had killed her mother. He had a feeling this other woman, this Vika person, might've. There was just too much mystery surrounding her and her relationship with Chloe. And there was the fact that while she was obviously connected to Chloe somehow, the girl didn't interact with her, so obviously something had gone down between them.
"So tell me about these Thrall Wars." Chloe gazed up from the tracks and cleared her throat, obviously not about to address the animal tracks at their feet.
"War. Singular." Arthur corrected. "There was only one. Thank the gods."
She appeared amused as she sashayed slowly throughout the chamber and eyed the dust-covered artifacts. "It couldn't have been as been as bad as that."
"For the witch community it was a terrifying time, one my father used to tell us about at bedtime to scare us with." Arthur shivered slightly at the very memory. "Ignatius Balcoin decimated legions upon legions during his reign of terror, and no matter how many rose against him they fell to the darkest depths, never to return."
Chloe raised an eyebrow as she gazed between the men. "Ignatius Balcoin? Don't know why I was half expecting this story to be about Francis." She turned to lean against a cave wall and fold her arms over her chest. "I thought he was the male Balcoin who had the most power in my lineage."
"He was." Victor gave a nod. "Ignatius Balcoin might've been ruling, but it was his daughter, Arabella, who was truly the power behind the Thrall War."
Chloe perked up at the name, obviously recognizing it to be that of one of the two only female Firstborn Balcoins (not counting herself) to rule her Clan. "I thought the Balcoin House was peaceful during her rule."
"It was, but this was still under her father's rule, and she had to follow his dictates." Lex breathed out. "And once her father discovered that she'd inherited the ability of enthrallment, like the first female Balcoin Firstborn, he realized the sort of weapon he had in his daughter. All sorts of possibilities opened up to him."
Chloe paled. "Poor girl."
"Poor world," Arthur countered. "When you can make people, even your worse enemies, hopelessly devoted to you, willing and eager to lay their lives down for you, what chance does anyone else have?"
"You make it sound like the enthrallment is some great advantage we have and not something we have to fight with constantly." Chloe glared at Arthur. "Something that, even if unconsciously, affects our every relationship!"
The Tentagel Head paled. "You can enthrall?"
Victor palmed his face. "What did you think this was building up towards?"
"I thought we were locking Potter up in the Rejection chambers and leaving her there to rot!" Arthur exclaimed.
"Rejection chamber?" Chloe asked.
"How is that public?" Victor rolled his eyes.
"I don't know!" Arthur threw his hands in the air as he slid his gaze towards Chloe. "Whoa."
She looked away.
"You're immune." Lex informed him.
"I am?" Arthur looked up at that.
Lex nodded. "You're of the Six, you can't be enthralled."
A strange expression crossed Victor's face.
"I didn't know that." Arthur seemed less nervous now. "How do you know this?"
"We've tested and proven it." Lex side-stepped.
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Prove it."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to kiss you."
Victor narrowed his eyes between Lex and Chloe. "You should reconsider and do it, even if just to put his mind at ease. What harm will it do?"
Lex eyed Victor curiously.
Chloe groaned. "Fine. But this stays between us." The girl stormed towards Arthur and pushed up onto the tips of her toes, bringing her mouth to his as she kissed him.
Immediately Lex could see a shift as she kissed the shocked Tentagel, her lips moving over his and her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes closed. She was giving it her best shot, truly kissing him, and not just doing it half-assed as Lex had expected considering she hadn't wanted to do this in the first place. Arthur was obviously still in disbelief that he was the one getting kissed, the Tentagel head obviously having expected Lex to have been the one she would 'prove' the immunity on. Well, he'd been the one to push the issue so-.
Lex's eyes narrowed as suddenly he noticed the pink mist slithering from between Chloe's lips into Arthur's mouth. It wasn't the visible presence of the enthrallment that put him on edge, when she'd kissed Lex the pink mist had been present as well, but it was the way Arthur visibly reacted once it began to slither into him. The boy relaxed immediately, staying almost languidly in her embrace, before suddenly his arms shot out and he pulled the girl towards him, finally actively participating in the kiss as he deepened it.
Chloe cried out into his mouth and her eyes flew open as she was pressed intimately to him. Her hands went to his chest, her greens confused as now she was the one being kissed and not kissing back.
Her non-participation didn't seem to bother Arthur, who merely kissed her harder, drawing the enthrallment deeper within his own body hungrily.
Chloe's greens met Lex's blues over Arthur's shoulders as she flailed her arms around as if not sure exactly what to do with them.
Arthur then went a bit too far, reaching down to grab her ass and squeeze it hard as he pulled her roughly against his manhood, eliciting a cry of shocked outrage from her.
Lex reacted to that sound and flung his wrist out to the side, causing Arthur to be yanked away from Chloe and thrown into the nearest cave wall hard enough to knock him out.
Chloe, lips swollen from the kiss, eyes wide, skin flushed in embarrassment, merely stared at Arthur, not even trying to fix her clothes or messed up hair. "He was... enthralled." She gulped. "Why was he enthralled?"
"Because being of Original blood doesn't make you immune to the Balcoin enthrallment." Victor responded candidly, as if he'd known this would happen all along and had allowed it to happen just for confirmation's sake. "It's just as unlikely as being of Original blood making you immune to the Luthor life-draining ability."
Lex and Chloe shared a look.
"...which you apparently are." Victor interpreted the looks fairly easily. "You two are immune to each other's abilities." He narrowed his eyes at them. "Prove it."
"I have no reason to prove anything to-." Lex looked up in time to see Chloe appear in front of him, determination in her features as she reached up and cupped his face. She angled it down to hers as she pressed up on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Lex grabbed her wrists as the blonde kissed him, the Luthor heir able to feel the power in her through that kiss, able to feel masculine appreciation and pleasure as he tasted her, and yet it was nothing like what Jason and Davis had described experiencing while being enthralled. Colors didn't sing to him, numbers didn't dance out of the corner of his eyes, other such phenomena did not occur. Like always he felt a hint of disappointment, the scientist in him wishing to know firsthand exactly what those feelings were like, and yet the Luthor in him reveled in not having to worry about being subjected to that sort of domination.
Remembering why they were kissing, Lex activated his own power, feeling it glowing purple in his palms as he tightened his grip on her.
Magic exploded around them, pink and purple clashed, and by the time he'd lifted his hand from her wrist to cup her cheek and pulled away for a moment to merely stare at her, his eyes opened, Lex could see the reflection of his orbs in her half-ladened ones and saw once more that his were glowing purple. This was the second time in his life that they'd done this, and in both times they'd done so in reaction to the blonde, to kissing her. He didn't think, merely moved back in to kiss her, magic exploding brightly around them as he cupped her face tightly, angling her face upwards, forcing her mouth open to his invasion as the glow of his hands began to swiftly change from purple to pink.
Suddenly Chloe pushed away from him, the girl's breaths hard as she brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes now the ones glowing fierce purple like his had been.
Lex gazed down at his hands, which glowed with pink power.
Just like before, they'd switched colors.
It fascinated him to no end, made him want to experiment more, understand why this happened to them, but Chloe looked like she'd scratch him if he took a step closer to her right now.
Victor stared at them thoughtfully. "Interesting."
Chloe cleared her throat and looked away as the purple slowly faded away from her orbs. "So it's not that I'm stronger now… you're still not enthralled."
Lex licked away the taste of her from his lips. "Nope."
She gulped and hugged herself, unable to look at him.
He raised an eyebrow. "You're also not dead." The Luthor heir watched as the pink glow slowly faded from his hands before he angled his gaze towards Victor and held out a hand towards the other male. "Want to give it a try, Victor? For science?"
Victor snorted. "No thank you. It's more than obvious that whatever this is, it's between you two."
Chloe hugged herself tighter.
Lex raised an eyebrow. "It looks like we're going to have to run some more tests."
"I'm here for this Thrall thing." Chloe wouldn't look at him. "So let's not get sidetracked. One thing at a time." She was obviously disturbed by this new revelation.
Lex, on the other hand, was highly intrigued as to what exactly was going on. They'd thought that it was an Originals thing that was keeping each other safe from their special abilities, but now that that theory had been so thoroughly discredited his mind was going through all sorts of questions and he wanted to run all sorts of tests.
"So, Ignatius Balcoin forced his daughter to what - kiss a whole bunch of people multiple of times so they'd fight for him?" She scratched incessantly at her elbow.
"No." Victor shook his head. "To enthrall you don't have to actually kiss someone, not once you've actually mastered the art, or at least that's what I understand about it. Also, something else I get about it, once you've enthralled the same person a certain amount of times, or to a certain degree, it's permanent."
Chloe's eyes widened and she scratched her elbow harder. "If not by kissing exactly how-?"
"What's wrong with your elbow?" Victor wanted to know.
"Whitney." She scratched the star at the elbow. "I think something has really upset him."
"I knew he could feel when your blood's been shed, but I didn't realize you could sense things about him as well." Lex raised an eyebrow.
Chloe froze in mid-scratch. "I didn't, either."