Pairings: Chloe/Jacob, Lois/Paul, Lana/Embry
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville/Twilight
Summary: Chloe, Lois and Lana head to Forks to get away from exes and their life in Smallville--to be normal for once as they celebrate graduating from high school. They don't know three things though. One is that they're wearing different colored kryptonite necklaces...two is that they've been imprinted on...and THREE is that Forks is the LAST place to go to if you're looking for safety and normalcy.
Written from paranormal25 prompt # 67: charm
Warning: Character deaths.
“We’re being invaded.” Jane told Aro in her feelingless way, eyebrow raised. “I believe it’s her friends.” Her crimson gaze rested on Chloe Sullivan, wearing Volturi robes, a hood covering her face, standing silently next to Aro.
She’d awoken only a couple of hours after being bitten, paler, yet alive. Her blood gave no appetizing scent to the vampires around, as appealing as mud. She wasn’t one of them, and yet she wasn’t what she’d once been either.
She was a mixture.
The first of her kind as far as they knew.
Aro was quite eager to play with his new toy and see what things she could do.
“The one she has a bond to is amongst them.” Marcus replied with a sigh, using his gift to sense the relationships between people. “That might prove to be a problem, with Chelsea too ill to leave her bed and break their ties to each other.”
“We can easily take them.” Demetri announced, self-assure.
“Don’t be too sure of yourself.” Alec shook his head at him with a sneer. “These are a mixture we’ve never fought before, Metahuman and Wolf Skinwalker. I saw what they did to the vampires we hired to attack them in Washington, they are very strong when united.”
Caius twitched on his throne at the ‘W’ word.
Ever since he’d nearly been killed while fighting with a werewolf centuries ago he’d developed a fear and intense hatred of werewolves, or of wolves themselves, and had been the one to instigate, and participate most viciously, in the Werewolf Wars.
“We have been waiting for an opportunity like this to arise ever since we heard word of the existence of these new races. This is wonderful opportunity to show the world how no race is stronger than ours.” Aro announced carelessly, hand going to Chloe’s cloak-covered shoulder. “Won’t it be fun to see their reaction when they behold their comrade?”
Jane smirked, always appreciating Aro’s dark humor…and the promise of a good fight.
“We should pit her up against one of them, test her abilities and how they’ve grown.” Caius decided, a cruel expression ever-present on his features. “Preferably against a wolf.”
“I agree.” Marcus nodded, showing rare interest. “It would be amusing.”
The girl, Chloe just stood still and silently throughout it all, hood covering the top half of her face.
Jane eyed her, curious despite herself.
She’d been the only one there with Aro, leaning in a bored fashion against the wall, when the blonde had awoken. Her eyes had been black with a vampire’s bloodlust, and Aro had seemed quite excited by this, ordering Jane to bring in a ‘light snack’ to dampen the hunger.
Returning with a squirming, fighting man, Jane had thrown him into the room and then entered herself, locking the door, leaning against it to make sure that he had no way of getting out.
A smirk had then made its way onto her face at the terror in his scent, anxious to see the blonde’s first kill.
Chloe had gotten up, confused and disoriented, which was to be expected with the mixture of having fought off most of the venom in her system, purifying the rest, and having Chelsea’s powers battling with her mind and her bonds, tearing each and every one (except that one) into irreparable ribbons.
Aro had urged her to eat, to sate her hunger enough to keep her till the banquet that would be held tonight. The bond Chelsea had forced between Chloe and Aro caused the blonde to nod and turn towards the shivering man.
He’d screamed as she’d descended on him, her strength increased as she’d trapped him against the wall, teeth piercing the flesh at his shoulder, and biting down.
He howled in pain at the way her teeth cut into his skin, and he struggled, whimpering.
That was when Jane had realized that Chloe’s bite held no venom.
She’d never be able to sire another.
Aro’s face had been the picture of intrigue as he’d watched her drink from her victim before pulling away while he was still very much alive, blood draining down her lips as the man sunk to the ground, holding his bleeding neck and crying.
But he’d live.
That much was obvious.
Jane had been intrigued.
She could see why Aro wished to keep this one close and just observe her.
A millennia of routine made things boring, and this was a new way to spice up an unlife.
Aro had urged Chloe to finish the human off, to drink to her heart’s content.
And then she’d looked up at them, her eyes a brilliant crimson, the color of a vampire well fed and sated on human’s blood.
But it usually took a whole human, or maybe two depending on the size of the vampire, to fill them…and a fledgling was known for insatiable bloodlust.
And yet this one was filled.
Aro had motioned for Jane to do with the human as she pleased, so she’d finished him off herself, surprised at just how much blood was still left in his body, before giving his lifeless corpse to one of the lower guard to dispose of.
Jane smirked at Chloe.
How would her friends react when they saw her crimson eyes and realized that she’d drunk from a human?
They’d undoubtedly believe she’d taken a life.
Would they be so desperate to take her back once they believed this?
Her smirk turned darker.This will be amusing.
With Lex guiding them through an earpiece, the united metahuman and shifter forces fought their way through the underground, maze-like Volturi palace. With his voice in their ears telling them were to go to reach Chloe’s signal, and their deep determination, they easily sliced through the vampires that charged at them, trying desperately to keep them from their goal.
In his wolf form, Jacob was beginning to feel desperate as he tore yet another vampire in half before pouncing on another that’d been charging Lana.
Dinah used her Canary Call to blow up a group of vampires that’d been charging them.
Zantana used magic to cremate every single corpse to make sure they didn’t ‘return’, and set afire a couple of vampires whom the rest hadn’t gotten to as yet.
Andrea used her super human agility and strength to evade the vampire’s grasp and yet tear their heads off of their bodies and kick said heads away as if she were kicking a soccer ball, a wickedly amused expression on her masked face.
According to Lois, neither of the women were officially part of the League, but had all been helped by Chloe during different hard times in their lives, and it was her who’d helped them turn from their ways and use their abilities for good---so once word got out that Chloe needed rescuing the females (who were a part of their own fighting team very similar to the League or Chloe, Lana and Lois’s group) had joined up immediately to help get the blonde back.
The bond between Chloe and him throbbed, and Jacob whimpered slightly, looking up towards the direction he could feel it, catching his own reflection in one of the frames of the many portraits on the wall.
He went still.
They weren’t black anymore.
They were crimson.
Jacob growled, fury entering him as he took off, leading the way, not needing Lex’s guidance anymore.
He could scent her.
The others hurried behind him as he tore through the guards standing outside of two huge doors, and Jacob barged through with his huge, canine body, snarling in fury, the scent of vampire thick in the room and stinging his nose with it horrible sweetness.
Where was she?
He couldn’t see her.
He could scent her…even if her scent had changed slightly…and he could hear her heartbeat loud within this room of death and silence…
She was still alive.
And yet she’d fed.
He was confused, and it only infuriated him more as he went to charge, the others having caught up with him and charged at the vampires around them also.
But then all was agony.
They----they fell to their knees, the wolves shifting to their naked, human forms involuntarily, as the pain wracked their heads, burning them from within.
It was unlike anything they’d ever felt before.
“Which one?” The one in the middle throne asked the brown haired vampire standing next to him.
The vampire looked around them before pointing to Jacob, who was withering on the ground in agony, but still glaring furiously at them.
?” The one in the middle looked shocked.
A small blonde female sneered at that.
A blonde on the other throne hissed.
“Makes sense.” A vampire who looked the age of the young blonde one announced, causing them to look at him in question. “That’s why Chelsea couldn’t break the bond. It’s a mating bond. It can’t be broken, ever.”
“This poses a problem.” The one in the middle throne, with the jet-black hair, pouted, like a child whose favorite game had been ruined for him.
“Why are his eyes crimson?” The girl asked curiously.
They turned to look at him in curiosity, Jacob snarled at them through his agony as he twitched on the floor.
“It must be the bond.” The one with the jet-black hair, who was obviously the leader, stood and stepped down the dais in which the thrones were situated, stepping over the twitching bodies of his enemies like one would avoid an insect, before looking down at Jacob. “How fascinating.” He declared, smiling once more. “I might just keep you too.”
“No one’s ever fought against me this hard before.” The small female vampire, who was apparently the one inducing this agony on them, looked annoyed. “He even has the strength to pay attention what were saying…and snarl
“It’s the bond.” The brunet on the throne replied, surprising the others. “I can feel it. She tugged on it when Aro tried to make her as us, and now he’s tugging on it, both quite subconsciously though.”
“This is so intriguing.” The leader turned his back on Jacob, insulting him further by how unafraid he was of a wolf, as he stalked back up to his throne. “Do you think Chelsea will be able to work her powers of these wolves? They would make interesting guard dogs.”
“Fuck you!” Jacob growled.
Crimson eyes turned on him.
.” The blonde vampire blinked, clearly displeased by this.
The leader turned to look at a female standing motionlessly by the throne he’d left, a hood covering the top half of her face…a heartbeat coming from her.Chloe
Jacob kept his gaze on her and only her as he fought back against the agony in his body, the burning torment, and forced himself to his feet, no matter how shakily he did so.
The female vampire took a step backwards, shock widening her crimson orbs. “It—he—impossible!”Chloe
She jerked at that last snarl.Chloe
His mate’s hands rose from where they’d been hanging lifeless at her sides, reaching for her hood and raising it from her face, letting it fall back.
Crimson eyes met his, before going to the female vampire, and then to the young male vampire, before returning to him with purpose.
And suddenly, something in their bond snapped, and Jacob hissed as something freezing entered him through it…but then he realized that the cold was chilling the agonizing burn in his body.
It took a second for him to realize what was going on, and when he did, he didn’t waste a moment.
Just as Chloe had drawn on his life source and wolf’s essence to fight off the attempt to change her and break their ties…he was drawing on her healing ability, and it was healing him of whatever it was the vampire was doing.
Shifting, Jacob charged at the young female vampire, who hadn’t been ready for his attack, still startled that he was able to move while her power was activated, and he ripped her to pieces, the power she’d had over the others disappearing.
He didn’t stop to enjoy this, instead turning and charging the vampire whom Chloe had looked at as well.
The male was furious, angered, and strong.
Jacob felt his body and senses numbing, the creature obviously using its power on him, and yet the wolf drew more on the link between him and his mate, her power fighting that of this vampire, and soon Jacob had fumbling and yet viciously slaughtered the male.
All around him were the sounds of fighting and death, as the vampires lost all of their self-confidence as they found themselves being slaughtered in their own palace.
Jacob turned towards Chloe once more.
She was standing still, looking at the fighting around them with dead eyes, not reacting to the carnage and bloodshed.
Sam had been fighting the blonde seated on one of the thrones, and was visibly injured, but the Alpha landed the killing blow, blood spurting on Chloe’s face.
She didn’t even blink.
What had they done to her?
The brunet vampire, who’d been sitting on the throne, didn’t even try to defend himself. He’d stood, closed his eyes and held his hands high as Paul had charged him. The last word on his lips had been a blissfully spoken name: “Didyme.”
The leader, the one with the jet-black hair, was no where in sight.Chloe
She didn’t react.
The others chased the vampires out of the room, chasing after them, not prepared to let them get away, determined to end this today.
Jacob stood there, covered in blood, before shifting, becoming human once more as he hurried towards Chloe, stumbling once or twice over the dead vampire bodies on the floor, before stopping right before reaching her.
Her vampire eyes trained on him and then she smiled softly as she whispered his name. “Jacob
Relief filled his soul as he surged forwards and pulled her to him, holding her close. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again! I swear it!”
Chloe held him close, breathing in his scent in a way that was quite canine before breathing out his name. “Jacob?”
He pulled away, cupping her pale face with his hands, just so glad to have her back with him, safe and sound, and in one piece. “Yes, Chlo?”
She looked up at him, holding onto the front of his shirt, vibrant crimson eyes meeting his. “Who were those people you were with?”
Jacob’s eyes widened.Okay
in one piece after all.