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Vampire 1/? 
28th-May-2009 05:24 am
shadowglove88
TItle: Vampire
Sequel to: Mothman and Wendigo
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Sam Winchester, some Chloe/Mathias
Rating: T-M
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural----but I DO own Mathias!
Summary: A prominent figure from Chloe's past returns, and his intentions are far from pure. How can Sam save her when Mathias is using their connection and her own powers against her, convincing her that she's meant for the darkness?
Note: Written for My Paranormal 150 Prompt Table PROMPT of the day: #123: Vampire.
Warning: Some elements of this chapter are dark and possibly disturbing.


 

Chloe stalked the darkness of the shadows of the back alley, eyes used to nighttime. This part of town was known for its bars and fights, and yet she was careless as she moved, hair up in a ponytail, body barely covered in a mini skirt with slits, bra-like shirt, and tall stripper boots. Her bracelet was filled with different dangling, sharp looking dagger charms. A necklace hung low on her neck, the bloodstone dipping into the valley of her breasts, drawing attention to her generous attributes.

She was showing as much skin as was legally possible, hips sashaying seductively just flirting with and tempting disaster.

A couple of drunkards had tried picking her up, asking her price, but she’d just shrugged them off and continued walking, stalking, ready, waiting.

“Hey baby.” A figure emerged from the shadows, leering at her. “I’ve been waiting for you---all my life.”

Tilting her head to the side she grinned as she went towards him, amused by his attempts at charm. She’d had so much better, but he was the only one who was close to her type, and she was sick of waiting, of wanting.

“Hey baby,” she purred, sashaying towards him, making sure to move her hips, grinning when she saw the way his leer grew. “Looking for a good time tonight?”

“Who isn’t?” He asked, blue eyes on her hungrily, brown hair falling into his face as his hands went to her hips and pulled her against his already raging hard on.

Gasping, Chloe grinned, licking her lips as she rocked her hips against his and trailed her leg up his until she was pressing her right knee against the dank wall behind him, pressing them intimately, showing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

The stranger hissed in desire as he realized that. “Fuck.” His hands went between them to hurriedly fuss with his belt buckle.

Chloe’s hand went to his stopping, green gaze on his. “Married?”

“Fuck no.” He shook his head.

Girlfriend?”

He smirked. “Nope. Not even a dog.”

Leaning forwards she began to nibble on his jaw, enjoying the way he hitched his breath and returned to his hurried attempts to unbuckle himself.

“You might want to think this over.” She trailed her tongue up to his ear and sucked on the lobe, whispering. “The price of being inside me is unbelievably high.”

“Honey, trust me, I’ll give whatever to be in you.” And then he was free from his pants and with one thrust was inside, moving, hands on her hips, groaning, throwing his head back, eyes closed. “Fuck.”

Chloe bucked her hips, licking her lips, groaning in desire, in want.

He lost himself in her pounding desperately, whispering filthy things that only served to turn them both on more.

And then he was close.

And so was she.

Her throat burned.

Tugging on one of the daggers of her bracelet she felt it come off and Chloe’s lips turned into a smirk as she moved one hand and covered his mouth. He licked her palm.

That smirk turned malicious as Chloe’s eyes bled black and with one rapid slash had sliced a huge gash in his throat, ripping through his vein.

He was suddenly screaming against her, struggling, but she was too strong, and then her mouth was to his neck, drinking the warm, gushing blood, riding his struggling body until she came, hard, and it was all she could do to keep from biting down on the skin of his neck.

Soon his struggles soon and his body slid to the ground, Chloe sliding down with him, mouth attached to his neck, drinking viciously, hungrily, greedily. She didn’t pull away until she was full and he almost empty.

Blood surrounded her mouth like badly applied lipstick, and she licked it away, not about to let any go to waste.

Finally pulling away from the body, Chloe gave the man’s leg a little kick, grinning. “Told you the price was high.”

There was clapping from the shadows.

Turning, Chloe smiled happily as she saw the man that appeared from the shadows like the prince of darkness. He was tall, dark brown hair, dark green eyes, skin as pale and pure as the moon in the sky. His face was terrifyingly beautiful, so beautiful it was known to stun people the first time they saw it.

“That was beautiful.” He purred as he encircled her in his arms and pulled her to him, licking the tiny trail of blood still on the side of her lips. “But did you really have to fuck him?”

“No, that was just the fun part.” She giggled, placing her arms around him and pulling tightly. “Don’t get so jealous. I know you hate it when I play with my food, but I wouldn’t mind if you did too, if it made you feel better.”

He shook his head, and raised her chin with his long pale fingers. “I’m content with you, my queen.”

And then she was against the wall, and he was against her, in her, and his fangs dropping as he pierced the skin of her shoulder as he thrust into her.

Yes…” Chloe whimpered, eyes closed, head thrown back, urging him to drink more.

Mine.” He whispered around her skin viciously. “No matter how far you’ve run, your time’s run out Chloe. You’re old enough now, and you’re MINE!

His thrusts grew harder, faster.

And she was going to cum again so soon and only because it was him. As she spasmed around him, she called him name. “MATHIAS!”

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Jolting up in bed, Chloe felt her stomach revolting and she barely made it to her toilet before she heaved violently. She could still taste the blood in her mouth, and she felt disgusted as she pressed her hand to her stomach.

The dreams were getting worse.

Fuck him!

Ever since she’d first connected with Mathias all those years ago he’d been forever in her dreams. With the other monsters their connection was closed as soon as the creature was dead, and the few who’d gotten away she’d severed the connection with easily----but it was impossible with Mathias.

Rubbing the back of her hand against her mouth, Chloe sat miserably on her bathroom floor, leaning her weight on the toilet, still feeling nauseas.

Mathias was her ‘first’, not sexually, but connectively, and she’d opened up stronger with him due to her extreme inexperience and the extreme danger. Her body had reacted to a tremendous threat by overloading her connection with what threatened her, and she still couldn’t sever that link no matter how hard she tried.

Which meant that night after night she was either treated to nightmares of watching what Mathias did, or dreaming of her doing the things Mathias did, and then there were the dreams like the one she’d just had, in which she’d known it was only a dream conjured through their connection.

She’d been sixteen before she’d finally admitted to herself that this connection went both ways.

She was almost sure that Mathias knew of the connection and used it to torment her, but she didn’t worry about anything other than his knowledge. Her scent had been shadowed. There was no way that he would ever be able to find her. It was that shadow that’d kept her safe from his revenge for all these years.

And maybe he’s just content with making your life impossible via dreams.

Forcing herself onto her shaky legs and flushing the toilet, Chloe went to the sink and washed her face and hands before looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was pale, horribly so, with dark bags under her eyes.

The dreams were always bad, but they’d never been this intense or coming as often as they had this last month.

Get over it, girl. You see worse things every day.

Sighing, Chloe dried her hands and face and went back to her bed, collapsing on it, exhausted. She was so tired, and yet she couldn’t sleep. The only time she could sleep through the night was after pushing herself hard the day before so that she collapsed in a near coma when she hit the bed.

And since Ava and Andy were off on a hunt and her mom and dad were off visiting Uncle Sam, she was alone and babysitting the house, and without a prospective hunt.

It was killing her.

For a moment she wanted to call Sam, but he was busy with a hunt with Dean. During his last call he’d said it was very dangerous and that he wouldn’t be calling her until they got the baddie, and she was going to respect that need to concentrate on the job.

Usually she’d lean on Whitney, but he was slowly reconstructing his relationship with Adam Milligan, his ex boyfriend. He was still in love with Adam but the younger boy had cheated on him a while back and Whitney still hadn’t grown to trust him completely as yet.

Chloe wasn’t going to burden Whitney even more while he was going through this rough time.

I need to be a good friend.

Closing her eyes and laying her arm over them to block out the moonlight streaming from the open window she---.

Jolting up into a sitting position Chloe rushed to the window…

…To the window she’d closed shut before going to sleep.

Looking out of the window, eyes trained on the darkness around the house, Chloe frowned, tense, alert. Something had opened her window, something was toying with her, taunting her that she wasn’t as safe as she liked to think---that it could have hurt her easily while she slept if it had truly wanted to.

The thought made her sicker as her stomach as she continued to search the darkness.

Whoever or whatever had done this would still be there, watching, waiting for her to realize that it’s presence had been in her room.

And then she saw him.

He was completely covered in shadows under the tree below, and yet she knew who it was.

Chloe’s knees gave out on her in terror and she collapsed to the ground before gathering her wits to her and stumbling to her chest and throwing it open. Tossing the girly clothes out on the floor hastily, she found the fake bottom and jerked it off, finding a dagger and a bottle of dark liquid amongst the many weapons and books hidden within.

Dead Man’s Blood.

Unscrewing the bottle Chloe dipped the dagger into the blood and then hurried back to her window. She climbed out until she was able to jump down onto the porch’s roof and then there was a small fall to the grass below.

Falling and rolling she was on her feet in seconds, bloody knife in hand, eyes narrowed.

He was no where to be seen.

But she knew he was there.

She could feel him.

Opening her senses, Chloe turned and there he was, sitting down on the porch on her father’s rocking chair, watching her, grin amused.

“Hello Chloe.” His voice was as she remembered it. “It has been too long. That shadow you placed on your scent was extremelybothersome.”

She tightened her hold on her dagger. “What the hell are you doing here Mathias?”

“Is that how you treat someone who took you in and took care of you, protected you, fed you?” He wanted to know, leaning forwards, not at all worried despite the fact that she had a dagger that was covered in nothing that was like poison to him. “Where’s your gratitude?”

Her eyes narrowed. “What’s your game, Mathias? Have a couple of your nest hiding in the bushes ready to pounce on me and tear me to pieces? Drink my blood dry?”

“Of course not.” He snorted. “Your blood, your body, it’s all mine. Only mine to taste and devour.”

His words echoed her dream, and her hand shook slightly. “I’m not yours Mathias.” It was the connection. She hadn’t understood why he kept calling her his during her week-long kidnapping when she was only ten years old, but now she did. It was the power of her connection with him, it’d made him feel like he owned her, that it was only his right to drink her dry.

“You’re looking sick, Chloe.” Mathias stood with a single, graceful movement, stalking towards her slowly, circling her. “Apparently you haven’t been taken care of since that mother of yours came and stole you away from me.”

“Fuck you.” She spat. “You’re the one who kidnapped me!”

He stopped before her, and his eyes met Chloe’s, she fought it, she did, she tried, but she felt her eyes tingling, knew they were bleeding black as his dark green gaze held hers, and she didn’t even notice the dagger slipping from her hand and falling harmlessly on the grass by her feet.

He’d forced the connection between them to open, to grow.

Horror entered her as she realized she was in a near trance-like state, like she usually did to the monsters she came up against.

How----how had he been able to use her power against her?

Mathias smiled before leaning towards her, cupping her face in his hands and bringing his lips to hers only to stop a breath away and lick the corner of her mouth.

Like in the dream.

And then he’d pulled away and was grinning proudly. “You won’t kill me, Chloe. You can’t. Just like I can’t bring myself to want to kill you.” He smirked, beginning to walk away backwards, green gaze on her lighter one. “This connection, it works both ways. You might want to think about why that is. The answer might shock you.”

And with that he disappeared into the shadows.

Connection broken, Chloe collapsed to her knees, trembling, sick and terrified.

Only when she was shaking so violently she pocketed the now useless dagger and climbed back into her window and tumbled into her room, wincing as the dagger pricked her thigh but she otherwise ignored the pain, dashing towards her cellular and dialing the number of the one person she needed by her side.

It rang and rang.

“Chloe?” Sam’s voice was thick with sleep.

She tried to speak, but was horrified to realize that she was crying.

Chloe?” Sam sounded suddenly awake and worried. “What is it? What happened?”

“Sam, I-I n-need you.” She whimpered, reliving how easy it’d been for the vampire to open their connect and use her own power to entrance her. “I’m in trouble.”

“Where are you?” Sam asked, and there were sounds of a light clicking on and clothes being tugged on. “What happened? I’m packing as we speak.”

“I’m home, I---I don’t have time to talk to you, I—I have to get to the panic room.” Chloe whispered to him. “Go to the basement when you get here.” And with that she hung up on him and rushed downstairs heading towards the panic room her mother had somehow been able to hide from her father all these years.

It was the only place he wouldn’t be able to her.

Hurry Sam. Please hurry.

 

 

Comments 
28th-May-2009 03:20 pm (UTC)
Wow... what a start to the latest in the series!! Very much looking forward to more of the story hun. Well done.
28th-May-2009 04:23 pm (UTC)
Yay! You likey!
28th-May-2009 04:49 pm (UTC)
/chuckle of course hun :) Since I found your LJ, there's only been one or two stories that I haven't read.

Keep it up :)
28th-May-2009 03:33 pm (UTC)
I have to tell you, I was concerned at first that you were having Chloe and Sam have sex in an alley. Not that the notion bothers me, but picturing Sam saying, “I’ve been waiting for you---all my life.” That bothers me. I can't picture him keeping a straight face saying that in roleplaying sex games. Or the "I'll give you whatever," comment.

So I'm kinda glad it was an imaginary victim.

As for the rest of my comments, they're mostly covered by two words.

You tease.
28th-May-2009 04:24 pm (UTC)
*grins* People are calling me that a lot! I'm getting a complex! *laughs*
Yeah, I get what you say, thinking of Sam saying those words *grimace* nope, only a dream/nightmare (and thankfully not of Sam)
28th-May-2009 04:51 pm (UTC)
I had wondered at a possible RP session there but, I didn't really believe it and then realized that it was a dream...

Am looking forward to Sam being together with Chloe though.
28th-May-2009 05:26 pm (UTC)
I don't think I have enough words to describe how awesome this first chapter is!! I'm so excited to see where you go with this.
28th-May-2009 06:55 pm (UTC)
*does little happy dance* Will try update soon then!
28th-May-2009 05:30 pm (UTC)
Hey. This was awesome. I just love that your doing something with Mathis. I love the rules established in the supernatural's universe for vampires. Can't wait for the next chapter.
28th-May-2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
Mathias was originally only supposed to be mentioned in "Wendigo" but once I wrote about him there I decided I needed to write something short with him as an active participant, so glad you're enjoying this!
28th-May-2009 06:41 pm (UTC)
Woah, intense. Especially the dream. And Mathias can use her powers against her? *worried face* What's gonna happen!?
28th-May-2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
*face serious*
Be worried.
Be VERY worried.
*suspenseful music playing in background*
28th-May-2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
OMG!!! SAM BETTER HURRY!!!!

Excellent start, loved it.
28th-May-2009 08:05 pm (UTC)
Don't worry, the moment he heard Chloe's tears he was out of bed and heading to her rescue! *sighs, who wants a knight in shiny armour when you can have a hunter with a shiny colt?*
28th-May-2009 08:42 pm (UTC)
Holy CRAP!!!!

That was intense opener!!! And you just kept hitting it!!

Now come back!!! Must know what happens!!!
28th-May-2009 09:33 pm (UTC)
*cue 'Eye of the Tiger'* After I get home from work./BookLoft/Bookcasehunting I will try and sit down and write some more so you can 'know what happens'.
28th-May-2009 10:22 pm (UTC)
wowie girl . i am loving this story so far. i hope sam gets to her quickly . will you expline why mathis is so bounded to her and her to him ? PPMS
29th-May-2009 03:45 am (UTC)
Yes, I will explain, just not totally right away.
29th-May-2009 03:47 am (UTC)
Hot damn! Talk about an awesome start. Is it bad that I'm lovinl the sexy vamp? I always have a thing for the bloodsuckers. well, the hot ones. lol. cant wait for more!
29th-May-2009 04:16 am (UTC)
i have a vamp!fetish too, and if the success of Twilight has anything to say about it, most of the tweens and young adult females do as well, so don't feel bad! You're just part of a majority!
29th-May-2009 06:01 am (UTC)
Oh I knew that Vampire was going to come back!

Poor Chloe, that is so creepy!
29th-May-2009 12:10 pm (UTC)
You know me so well. :D
22nd-Jun-2009 09:23 pm (UTC)
Just bumping this :)
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