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Over 2/3 
3rd-Oct-2010 09:26 pm
Title: Over
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Katherine Pierce
Fandoms: Smallville, The Vampire Diaries
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe thought her night couldn't get any worse, and then she meets the malicious Katherine in the woods. Her life as she knew it, is now over, and as always, Katherine never does anything without a plan or reason.

There was music playing.

Chloe took in a deep breath and brought her hand to her head.

Green eyes flittered open, and she found herself in a bed she didn't recognize.

Fear filled her as she shot up, looking around her.

Where was she?

Had someone slipped her a roofie in the party?

Her gaze went to the long mirror.

Her reflection was fully clothed, and pale, but otherwise looked fine.

But she was hungry.

Really hungry.

Didn't they say something about getting the munchies or something like that after being high?

Had someone slipped her something?

This world will never be what I expected

And if I don't belong who would have guessed it

I will not leave alone everything that I own

To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late

Slipping out of the bed, Chloe licked her lips, grabbing her throat.

She was so hungry.

So thirsty.

And her head was killing her.

Not only that, but she couldn't remember what had happened last night, couldn't remember how she'd gotten from the party to...well...to wherever this was.

'This' seemed a lot like a motel room.

That in itself didn't seem to bode well.

And it added to her confusion, to her headache.

"God, I must be hungover." She whispered, grabbing at her head.

It was as if the sounds and smells had intensified, mixing in her head and pounding viciously against her skull.

Whimpering, feeling desperate, Chloe whimpered, leaning against the wall.

She'd never been hung over before.

Was it always this terrible?

The door opened, light bathing into the room.

Chloe looked up, hissing at the brightness of the light, looking away, covering her eyes.


Her eyes had burned!

The door closed, the darkness returned, and a little of her agony lessened.

Chloe returned her gaze towards the now closed door, and stared at the petite brunette standing there, smirking at her.

"It's hell, isn't it?" She chuckled, shaking her head. "The disorientation? The noises? Smell?" She sashayed deeper into the room. "The hunger."

Chloe's mouth hurt, her jaws pained.

She clutched at her face, trying to remember why this girl looked familiar.

And then she remembered, and she gasped, pressing harder against the wall.


"Yes. Actually." The monster in human form replied. "It really happened. You died last night."

"I-died?" Chloe's voice was scratchy, she could remember the way her throat had burned in agony. "I'm dead?"

"Very dead." The female nodded, plopping down on the bed with amusement.

"You...are a vampire." Chloe felt the need to say the word out loud, hand to her now perfectly healed throat.

"My name is Katherine Pierce." The vampire nodded, smiling that wicked smile of hers. "What is yours?"

"You turned me into a vampire and you didn't even know my name?" Chloe hissed, gulping, feeling that hunger and need welling up painfully inside her.

"How melodramatic." Katherine rolled her eyes, laying down on her side, propped up by her elbow. "And for your information, you're not turned. Not yet." Her eyebrow rose. "You're...transitioning."

"Transitioning?" Chloe whispered, grabbing at her stomach, body shaking with its desire to devour.

"Yes, transitioning." Katherine replied in a bored fashion. "To fully become a vampire, you must have vampire blood in you when you die, and then you need to drink from a human."

Chloe's world shattered. "What?"

"That's if you want to survive, of course." Katherine sneered. "Otherwise, you'll shrivel up and die."

Even if I say it'll be alright

Still I hear you say you want to end your life

Now and again we try to just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late

It's never too late

"No. I-I don't-." Chloe slid down the wall. "Why?"

"Because we're vampires, sweetie." Katherine chuckled. "It's what we do."

Chloe looked up at her, snarling.

Her eyes then widened at that completely inhuman sound coming from her mouth.

Katherine watched her in interest.

"I meant..." Chloe rubbed her hands over her face, wincing at the pain in her stomach. "I meant why did you do this to me? Why didn't you just kill me?"

"If I had known you'd be such a whiny little nuisance I probably would have." Katherine sighed, rolling onto her back and looking up at the ceiling. "But once upon a long time ago, I had a servant, and she told me that last night I'd find a girl crying in the woods, and that she would be of great use to me."

Chloe looked up at her. "You don't know that it's me she was talking about! There were countless girls-."

"Oh god, you're so annoying." Katherine complained. "Don't all high school students want to be vampires nowadays? Why did you have to be the only one who freaks out?" She turned so that she was on her stomach. "I'm giving you eternal life."

"You killed me." The blonde snapped.

"And yet you're so chatty for a dead person." Katherine grumbled.

"I'm not going to do this." Chloe shook her head, standing. "I'm not-I'm not going to be your little puppet." She raised her chin. "I'm going home. My father is going to be worried about me since I didn't go home last night."

"Go on." Katherine waved her away magnanimously. "But you're still in transition, and your hunger is going to get worse and worse."

Chloe reached the door and opened it, hissing and raising her hand to shield her vision from the bright sun.

In the back of her mind she remembered the lore about vampires not being able to go into the sun, but Katherine had just come out from it, so that must be pure myth.

Still, her eyes were burning.

Shaking her head, Chloe kept a hand over her eyes and raced out into the day.

She felt that panic, that need, that hunger building in her just as the sounds in her head grew louder as she joined the world outside.

The blonde walked towards a bus stop a couple of block away, feeling her pockets and sighing in relief when she found her wallet still there. She kept her head and gaze down, eyes closed slightly and hand up, shielding her from the sun. Her skin was uncomfortable, too hot under the blaring Smallville sun.

Someone bumped into her, and walked on.

She twirled at the force, and at the smell.

Of food.

Her gaze went to his neck.

Her teeth hurt.

Shaking her head, closing her eyes tightly, Chloe turned back around and rushed towards the bus stop, not stopping until she'd reached her terribly crowded destination.

People of all ages and sizes were waiting there as well, all preoccupied with their own lives, lost in their own problems.

None realized just how good they smelt.

Chloe salivated, and had to swallow down her desire.

She found her gaze drifting towards the man standing next to her, reading the newspaper.

He was around his late thirties, balding, and with something of a stomach.

And yet Chloe had never wanted someone so much her whole life.

She wanted to pull him into an alley and sink her teeth into the beating pulse in his neck...wanted to taste his blood flowing into her mouth like Katherine's had.

The bus came to a stop in front of them, its doors opening, yanking her out of her near trance.

Horrified, Chloe let the other passengers enter the bus and watched the doors close on her, protecting those inside from her.

The blonde sunk onto the bench, leaning over and covering her face with her hands, body shaking.

No one will ever see this side reflected

And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?

And I have left alone everything that I own

To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late

Standing, she slowly began walking away, holding her stomach, trying to ignore the sounds, the hunger that built deep within her, growing stronger and stronger and twisting painfully inside of her.


She didn't know how many times her name had been screamed before she felt a hand on her shoulder, breaking her out of her trance.

Out of instinct Chloe found herself twirling around and slamming the person back into a wall, hand around his throat.

Clark Kent looked up at her in shock. "Ch-chloe?"

"Hey!" Jonathan Kent got out of the truck he'd been driving, the one that'd parked the second they'd seen Chloe walking.

The blonde let go of Clark, eyes wide before they lowered to her hands.

She had that sort of strength?

Even though she was only transitioning?

She took in a deep breath.

What sort of strength would she have when she-?

Shaking her head again, Chloe turned to walk away, completely forgetting Clark.

"Chloe." He tried again behind her, but didn't touch her.

She turned towards him, distracted by the sound of his heartbeat.

"What happened?" He looked at her, genuine worry obvious on his features. "Lana said you didn't go home last night, Gabe was so scared. I was scared." He slowly, carefully, raised his hand to cup her cheek. "I thought something had happened to you."

Something had happened to her.

She'd died.

Chloe's gaze went to Mr. Kent, where he watched them worriedly by the truck, before she returned her attention to Clark. "Take me home?"

"Sure." Clark whispered, moving to place his arms around her shoulder.

She jerked out of his touch, not trusting herself not to hurt him.

Surprise and hurt crossed his features, but he didn't comment anything, walking her back to the truck and his father.

His father had a nice neck.

Chloe looked away, breathing rapidly. "I'm going to sit in the back."

"We have room inside-." Jonathan began.

"No!" Chloe snapped, closing her fists, clenching them tightly. "I'll be fine in the back."

Father and son shared a look, and yet let her do as she wished, climbing into the back of the red truck.

Chloe kept her eyes closed the whole time, hugging her knees to her chest, and the moment the truck stopped she jumped out and raced to her house. Opening the door she locked it behind her, not even thanking Clark or Mister Kent.

Even if I say it'll be alright

Still I hear you say you want to end your life

Now and again we try to just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late

It's never too late

Racing towards the kitchen Chloe flung open the fridge door and pulled out everything she saw.

Plates of food.



Sliced meat.

The blonde stuffed the food into her mouth desperately, trying to quench the hunger deep inside of her, and yet nothing sufficed, nothing came even close to quenching the ache that was tearing her up from inside.


She turned in time for Lana to throw herself at her, hugging her tightly, crying, body shaking from her sobs. "I thought you were dead!"

She was.

Chloe wanted to hug her friend and tell her that everything was fine.

But she didn't trust herself not to use the hug in her advantage to hold Lana still as she bit down onto her neck.

The blood was rushing loudly through Lana's veins, and the hunger rising in Chloe's body.

The blonde licked her lips, imagining the taste of that blood.

"I love you Chloe." Lana whimpered, hugging her tighter. "You're the only family I have."

And that was the only thing that gave Chloe the strength to push Lana away.

Lana looked up at her, hurt and shocked and worried. "Chloe? What's wrong? What happened? What can I do?"

The world we knew won't come back

The time we've lost can't get back

The life we had won't be ours again

It was then that Chloe realized that the life she'd had before had been completely stripped from her.

She could never be here again, see those she loved anymore.

Because if she was here, if she saw them, they wouldn't be safe.

All she wanted to do was kill them.

Tears rose to her eyes and it was all she could do to keep from sliding to the ground, crying.

"Chloe?" Lana took a step towards her, only stopping when Chloe motioned for her to do so. "Gabe's so worried, he's out looking for you, he-."

"I can't-stay-Lana." Chloe looked up at her best friend and sister.

This world will never be what I expected

And if I don't belong

"What?" Lana whispered, eyes filling with tears. "Why? Chloe! If this is about me and Clark..."

"It's not that." Chloe shook her head. "I just can't-tell everyone I love them." She whispered. "Especially dad. Tell me...tell him I'm so sorry."

"Chloe..." Lana cried.

But the blonde had already escaped out of the back door.

Even if I say it'll be alright

Still I hear you say you want to end your life

Now and again we try to just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late

It's never too late

Chloe walked the streets, in a trance, fighting the urge to rip the throats out of every single person she crossed.

She needed to find somewhere isolated...somewhere where there was no one who could tempt her.

Katherine had told her she had two options.

And Chloe picked the one where innocent people didn't die.

Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late

It's never too late

It's not too late, it's never too late

She could be strong enough to do this...


4th-Oct-2010 03:48 am (UTC)
Excellent work! ♥
4th-Oct-2010 03:50 am (UTC)
Thank you!!!!
4th-Oct-2010 06:10 am (UTC)
Oh my poor Chloe!!! Having to leave everything behind so she doesn't put everyone she loves in danger!!!
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