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Seeds Sown 1/6 
3rd-Dec-2009 11:48 am

Title: Seeds Sown
Sequel to: Diary of Jane
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Alec, Jane, Aro, Cullens, Jacob Black
Rating: T
Fandoms: Smallville/Twilight
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Summary:After a vision of future destruction, Chloe goes to Forks to ruin any chances of it coming true...and maybe plant the seeds for a future alliance with the vegetarians and skinwalkers... If a jealous Alec will LET her, that is...
Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the Day # 42: Skinwalker
A/N: I’m basing Vampire!Chloe’s personality off of Madelyn!Chloe, from the Smallville Episode “Spell”.
Warning: This story is not Bella-friendly.

Gasping, Chloe’s eyes flew open, and she regulated her unnecessary breaths, hand to her unbeating heart in a gesture that might have meant something to her when she was alive…but now it was just her body moving routinely. It’d been a year since she’d been sired by Aro, a year since she’d been taken from her father’s home in a confusion of screams and fear, a year since she’d finally managed to get control over her bloodlust.

A year since she’d become a part of the Volturi.

Bringing a cold hand to her head, Chloe shook her head, remembering the visions of things to come that’d shaken her world and now left her breathless.

The vampire raised crimson eyes and straightened her hair before stalking out of her room, pulling her hood over her head as she did so, determination in her every move. Despite the pain of the changing, despite the choking thirst of the first year and the uncontrollable bloodlust, despite having to get used to a multitude of different rules and learning her place in the vampire hierarchy----she didn’t want to lose it all.

She’d finally found a place where she belonged, where she wasn’t called ‘disturbed’ for the visions that clouded her gaze---but gifted. Vampires admired her because of her abilities, and Aro, her father in death, held her high in the ranks of the undead.

She wasn’t going to lose this.

She wasn’t.

She refused to lose it.

To lose Alec.

Just because of some pathetic human girl.

A couple of the servants bowed their heads as she passed them, long black dress sweeping with every movement.

The sixteen year old didn’t pay them any mind, passing through the closest door out into the sunshine. Her long black cloak, as well as her long, long-sleeved black dress and black boots shielded her skin from the sun and kept it from glittering like diamonds and giving away what she truly was.

Some vampires hated their skin.

Chloe loved it.

She didn’t think she’d ever seen something as beautiful as a vampire in the sunlight.

“Where are you going?” A voice asked behind her, still in the shade of the halls.

Chloe hesitated before turning, face going emotionless. “Alec.”

The vampire who’d been her guardian while human, and her mentor while a fledgling, was leaning against the doorway, in the protection of the shade, eyebrow raised. “Where do you think you’re going?”

If her heart still beat, she knew that it would be thumping like war drums. Something inside of her always stirred around the handsome young vampire, but she refused to let it show, to let her emotions embarrass her in front of the handsome, strong, and powerful vampire.

He’d taken care of her, yes...and he was possessive, but that was understandable. Vampires were possessive creatures by nature, and he’d been secretly protecting her since she was three years old…so he would feel as if she was his.

But not in the way she wanted to be.

Otherwise he would have made a move, or would have spoken to Aro for her, if he had.

So Chloe kept her face passive, raising an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t realize I had to report to you.”

“Then you’re less intelligent than I gave you credit for.” Alec smirked, amused with her. “What’s with baring your claws so early in the day, Kitten?”

She frowned at him.

He was never going to see her as an adult vampire, would he?

He’d always see her as that kid he had to take care of or as that fledgling he had had to train.

The child to be played with.

Or appeased.

He’d called her a spoiled brat more times than she wished to remember.

“I have something I need to do. Tell Sulpicia I will be back soon.” She turned her back on Alec and stalked away to where her car was parked.

She mightn’t have a license to drive it herself, but when Aro had gifted it to her as a reward for her having matured into a controlled adult, able to control her own bloodlust and walk amongst the humans, he’d also gifted her with a driver.

The human, leaning against the car, looked up when she arrived, eyes wide as he hurried to open the door for her. “Miss Volturi.”

“To the hangar.” She ordered, slipping into the front seat of the jaguar.

“Yes ma’am.” The human nodded, closing the door behind him and hurrying to the drivers seat, getting in and starting the ignition.

The drive was mercifully quiet to the hangar, and Chloe knew that Aro was going to be displeased when he realized that she’d left the continent without so much as a by-your-leave, but he was busy with Caius, talking about the empty throne to his left and what should be done about it. He’d refused to let anyone interrupt them, and already he’d been closed up in the throne room with Caius for three days.

Chloe couldn’t wait for him to finally decide to either ascend one of the Guard or do away with the throne altogether.

She needed to stop the future she’d seen in her latest vision.

“Here we are, ma’am.”

She realized that they had arrived at the private hangar, and she nodded her thanks to the human before getting out and going to the office by the hangar.

“Miss Volturi!” The pilot, another human, stood in shock. “How are you feeling?”

“I need you to take me to Port Angeles, Washington. Now.” She turned on her heel, skirt swirling with the movement, before she turned and left to go board the jet.

Sitting down, she pulled out the small notebook she always kept in a pocket of her cloak, and began to write down what she could remember of her vision.

It’d taken place in the future, in which a small, seemingly unimportant place like Forks, Washington, had started the downfall of her family...and of the whole vampire world.

She remembered seeing a clan of vampires headed by Carlisle Cullen, a vampire who had once lived amongst the Volturi, or so she’d been told when she’d seen a portrait with him in it. The male had left the Volturi because he wished to live on the blood of animals of all things, and had started a coven of his own, called the Olympic Coven.

This coven consisted of other vampires who wished to live a ‘vegetarian’ lifestyle, and it was one of those vampires…one called Ed—something (Edwin? Edward? Edmund?) who was one of the ones mostly responsible.

Him and his human.

Sneering, Chloe wrote down the things she remembered about this union.

He: Runs faster than normal vampires, can hear thoughts, and wants to tear her apart because of her blood’s unnaturally strong call to him.

Her: bumbling, clumsy little human with low self esteem and with clingy, obsessive tendencies.

The perfect solution to this would be to encourage him to tear her apart, think tear-apart kinda thoughts while around him.

He had yet to meet the human, she’d be transferring in a couple of days.

That gave Chloe some time to spare.

Sister Alice: Similar gift to mine and yet she only senses the future based on intentions, and she has some blind points.

So since as soon as she got close enough to Forks Chloe was going to have to make sure that her intentions were not to harm anyone…who the Cullens already cared about.

Alice would pick up on her good intentions---wanting to know them, understand their lifestyle—blah blah blabbedy blah---and they wouldn’t be suspicious of her. They’d probably welcome her into their coven with open arms.

Especially since Carlisle had once been welcomed into Chloe’s coven.

So that part she had down pat.

Wolf skinwalkers: A pack. A truce. Don’t kill, don’t hunt. Led by Sam but Jacob, who still hasn’t turned, should be Alpha.

Obviously this was her strongest point.

From her vision she’d seen that Jacob didn’t trust Sam or his group, whom he referred to as a 'cult'.

What she needed to do was to turn Jacob against not only the human, but Sam, before he shifted the first time. He could take over Alpha-ship if he had a push in the right direction…and it was the Cullens and the Skinwalkers forming the alliance that had made them so strong.

If Chloe could ensure a different government within the wolf pack, and an alliance with her faction, then the future would have already changed drastically in their favor.

She sighed, trying to remember more details of the vision, but already it was fading from her memory.


Pounding her fist onto her lap, Chloe looked up and growled. She knew not to force another vision so soon after the other, and she hadn’t fed in a couple of days, so she was weak enough as she was.

Sighing, Chloe pressed a button on the armrest, not even looking up when the human stewardess brought her a champagne bottle filled with delicious warm, human blood. “Thank you.”

The stewardess, like the few others who knew of the true nature of the Volturi, worked for them hoping that they would one day be turned. Chloe really didn’t think any of them would, and if they ever felt teeth against their skin it would be to drain them dry, and not sire.

Aro only felt a privileged few should be turned, and Chloe quite agreed with him.

Her phone began to ring.

Chloe sighed, pulling it out from her cloak and making a face before taking a swig at the bottle of rich, delicious warm blood.

She was going to need the strength.

“Where are you?” There was no teasing in his voice now. It was flat and dark and dangerous.

She resisted a shiver of pleasure at the sound. “I told you already, I have things I need to do.”

“Your driver came back without you, and said that you took one of the jets. I thought you should know that you’ll need to be finding another driver.” Alec’s voice was black velvet, promising pain if he heard something he didn’t like. “So I’m going to repeat this one more time. Where the hell are you?”

“I saw something, okay Alec?” She snapped, running her hand through her hair. “And I’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen.”


“Is busy in Council.” She interrupted, taking another, longer swig of the bottle, gulping down generous amounts of the nectar of the gods before speaking again. “This needs to be taken care of right away.”

He sighed. “Then why didn’t you talk to me about it, Kitten?”

She worried her bloody bottom lip, looking away to the side despite the fact that she knew that he couldn’t see her. “Alec…you don’t have to take care of me anymore, okay? I’m not a little kid or an uncontrolled fledgling anymore. I’m a part of the Inner Circle of the Volturi, they wouldn’t have given that privilege to someone who couldn’t take care of herself.”

“Will you stop being such a spoiled little princess?” Alec tsked, annoyed. “Chloe. You’re still young. It’s not good for you to be going out on your own. Especially not overseas!”

“Then this will be my trial run.” And with that she hung up on him.

He called back.

She cut him off.

He called back.

She cut him off.

He called back.

She cut him off…

Then there was silence.

Letting out an aggravated sigh, Chloe leaned heavily on the seat and finished the whole bottle leisurely, in a much better mood by the time the stewardess had come back to take the empty bottle away.

She nibbled on her bottom lip and turned in the seat so that she was looking out of the window.

She really didn’t like the thought of having ended things on such a sour note with Alec, but she knew that if she’d let him continue to talk he would have worked himself into a more deadly fury and he’d get himself in trouble over there by taking it out on someone he shouldn’t.

She’d been taking care of him by cutting him off.

Her phone rang.

The vampire winced and looked at the caller I.D. with trepidation, letting out a breath of relief when she saw who it was calling.


“You have a disturbing way of bringing out extreme emotions out of my twin.” Jane greeted her seriously. “Apparently you have been avoiding his phone calls so he has ordered me to call you instead and force you to see the ‘error of your spoiled, brattish ways’.”

“Quote unquote?”

“Precisely.” Jane sounded aggravated. “I have more important things to do than to be playing phone tag with you.”

“I know that.”

“I know you know. It’s Alec who apparently believes I don’t have vampires to torture and people to consume.” She snorted. “Tell me something, Chloe. Did you see something? Is that the reason you’re traveling so unexpectedly out of Italy?”

“Yes.” Chloe nodded. “On both accounts.”

“Was it bad?”


“Was it concerning the Volturi?” Jane continued to drill her.


There was a pause. “Do you think you can resolve the situation on your own?”

She hesitated. “Yes.”

Jane gave a little grumble. “I don’t see what the problem is then. You have my permission. Go do what you need to do.”

“Thank you, Jane.” Chloe smiled, cradling the phone to her ear. “Alec’ll be pissed at you, though.”

Jane snorted. “An added bonus then.” She hesitated. “Report in though, every evening, so we can know that you are fine.”

“Aww, Jane. I didn’t know you cared.” Chloe teased.

“I don’t.” Jane replied sourly. “But Aro and Sulpicia do.”

Chloe grinned, not at all insulted by this, purely amused. “I’ll report to you every evening, so don’t worry.”

“I don’t.” Jane pressed.

“See you.” And with that, Chloe hung up the phone, grinning.

Things were working out for her already.
4th-Dec-2009 01:26 pm (UTC)
hahahaha! *high-fives you* Interesting, how everyone loves Twilight, but can't stand Bella! I'm one of them! lol
Thanks for making the time to comment :D
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