Sequel to: Mothman and Wendigo
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Sam Winchester, some Chloe/Mathias
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
Warning: Some elements of this chapter are dark and possibly disturbing.
!" Sam hurried to her lifeless looking body, picking her up. She was terribly pale. "Chloe!"
The blonde yawned, green eyes opening slowly as she looked at him. "Sam." She whispered, clutching at his shirt softly. "You're here."
"Of course I'm here." He whispered, already walking her out of the basement/panic room, up the stairs to the living room and laying her on the sofa. "What happened? You-your call." He frowned, bending to her side and softly brushing her hair out of her face. "Were you drugged?"
"I did it." She whispered, eyes closing before she yawned and opened them once more. "It's-a dreamless potion...I learnt to make at the coven...but it's not very...side effects...too long...coma."
He narrowed his eyes, getting the gist of what she was saying. "Why would you take that, Chloe? Knowing the risk?"
"I can't-I can't dream anymore." She turned towards him. "He's there. He-he might make me..."
Sam frowned, every protective nerve in his body on fire with the desire to destroy whatever it was that had caused her to go to these extremes. "What are you talking about, Chlo?"
"Mathias." She yawned once more, reaching out to grab his shirt as if this alone could keep her anchored.
"Mathias?" Sam's eyes darkened, remembering the story Chloe told him about the first time her power had activated. "He found you? But your scent was shadowed!"
"I don't know...what happened." Her words were still stilted, slurred, as if she was drunk. "But the dreams have been getting...worse...and he...he used the power against me, Sam. He used the connect...tion...I..." Her hand trembled. "It goes both ways."
This was bad,
If that vampire could put Chloe under a thrall then...
Something vicious and angry rose deep within him and his lips pulled back in a snarl. "The hell I'll let him hurt you."
But she didn't hear him, having fallen asleep once more under the effects of the potion.
Sam just looked at her, worried and angry and protective and...
He closed his eyes and leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
God he'd missed her.
He took in a deep whiff of her scent while caressing her hair with his hand, resting the other on her stomach.
He was going to help her.
He was going to protect her.
But he needed to calm down first.
-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-She was straddling him on the large, red satin bed. "Red satin." She gave a buck of her hips, groaning at the feeling of him aching inside of her. "How unoriginal, Dracula."
He mock glared at her. "Unoriginal and Dracula? I think I should be offended." He turned them so that she was trapped underneath him, with him still buried deep within her, throbbing ready for more. But he didn't move, didn't give her the friction she desired, craved with all her might. Instead he kept her trapped there so hard she couldn't even buck her hips if she'd wanted.
"Baby..." She whined, needy, desperate, hands going to his arms, begging. "I need you."
"And yet you're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" He gazed down at her, fangs peeking out from behind his lips. "You kept yourself away from me, Chloe. I don't know what you did, I don't how how you did it, but I'm not happy."
"What are you talking about?" She asked, looking up at him in confusion. "I'm your Queen, I live here with you. I'm lucky if I can get out of bed one day a week with how much of a horndog you are. I haven't kept myself from you. Ever."
He gave a buck, and it was harsh and fast and deep.
She purred, arching beneath him, and then whimpering when that was it.
He wouldn't move.
Kept her tortured.
With a snarl he descended on her, kiss harsh and punishing, hands fisting tightly in her hair, thrusts deep and precise, torturing her so that she was going insane, crying, scratching at him, begging into his lips for more, more.
And then, right when she felt herself about to explode, he stopped and snarled at her, hand going to her neck and squeezing as he glared at her. "Who is he?"
"Who?" Her voice was strained, her eyes wide.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "The man in your house right now."
With a gasp, Chloe woke up, giving a little cry as she rubbed her palm over her mouth, over her body, feeling disgusting and vile and gullible. He'd done it again. He'd gotten through to her in her dreams and molded it so that she couldn't remember anything but what he wanted her to. She hadn't remembered her life as Chloe, hadn't remembered anything but the fantasy world and life they lived together that he'd wanted her to.
And she was disgusted at herself.
How could her mind be that weak?
That easily tricked?
She turned towards the sound, seeing Sam standing by the window, looking at her, odd shadows crossing over his face. "Sam." She couldn't remember him arriving nor his obviously moving her from the basement, but she didn't care. "Sam!" The blonde stumbled off of the sofa and threw herself at her refuge, arms going around him tightly. "Oh god, I was so worried you wouldn't come!"
"Why wouldn't I come?" He asked, hesitating a second, as if unsure, before wrapping his arms around her. "You called me."
"I know, but you were so far away." She whispered, shivering, hiding her face in his shirt. "God Sam! I'm so scared! He's so powerful! I-I'm so scared!"
"Don't be scared." He held her tight. "I'll never let you go."
She smiled, hugging him tightly.
His hands went to her hips and gripped her tightly, raising her.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Chloe was prepared, hungry, when his mouth met hers in a kiss so deep and claiming she groaned.
Her body was on fire, her hands clenching in his hair, her breath escaping her in a dark chuckle as he turned and pushed her against the wall. Their breaths were hard, needy.
"I love you." She whispered.
He froze. "I see."
Chloe pulled away slightly and opened her eyes, looking at Sam's troubled face. "Sam? What is it?"
A muscle jumped in his cheek, eyes dark. "So that's
who he is to you."
And then his face morphed from Sam's to Mathias'.
Her eyes widened. "No
!" He snarled before his fangs descended and he bite angrily into her neck.
She sat up screaming and grabbing at her neck.
"Chloe?" Sam rushed to her side. "Chloe!"
She looked up at him, and instead of the relief he'd been expecting, fear entered those green orbs. "No! Stay away from me! Stay away! No!"
"Chloe?" He grabbed at her shoulders, flinching as she cried and slapped at him, trying to get away. "Baby, it's me! It's Sam!"
"No! Stop it! No! Please!" She continued to struggle in terror and cry. "Stop pretending to be him! Stop it!"
"I met you when you were 12 years old! You were my first kiss! I pretended to be asleep so I could look at you without you looking and caught you with tarot cards!" Sam desperately started spouting out things only they would know. Feeling her struggles lessen he continued on. "I asked your father for the right to court you, I-I pussied out and didn't ask you for your phone number because I thought you were with Whitney!"
She stopped struggling, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. "Sam?"
His heart broke. "It's me baby."
With a broken cry she threw herself at him, hugging him tightly, crying and trembling. "Help me