Title: When Past Meets Present
Sequel to:Come What May
Universe: Chloe & The Brothers Series
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Fandoms: Smallville/Vampire Diaries/Supernatural
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe is finally enjoying being with Stefan and Damon, taking things one day at a time, figuring she has time before she has to come to terms with her past and what she wants to do about her future. Then Sam and Dean arrive.
And somehow she'd ended up at the only bar in the small town, cradling a beer and sitting in the darkest corner, lost in her thoughts. She'd already hunted and fed enough to be able to be around humans, and thankfully the alcohol was doing its job and also aiding in keeping her hunger at bay. Seriously, due to the fact that alcohol helped vampires control their bloodlust, helped to numb it, she'd become somewhat of an alcoholic. And now she wanted nothing more than to forget about everything that'd happened and drown herself in all the alcohol in the town. Of course she couldn't get as spectacularly wasted as she wanted to because if she numbed her brain too much her instinct would take over...and her instinct was still rather vicious and liked the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh, warm, human blood.
Taking another long gulp, Chloe closed her eyes as lowered her head.
She really didn't know why she was so pissed with Damon, she'd known him long enough to have known that if in that situation there was no other way he would have reacted. He was an asshole, and possessive, and considering he and Stefan apparently had always suspected about Sam and Dean because of that drunken phone call of hers-he'd been defensive and even more of an ass than usual when he'd finally come face to face with the Winchesters. That was Damon's defense mechanism...assholism.
Now that she thought about it, Dean could be a jerk too...
She shook her head.
What was it with brothers who were so similar...and even had the same first letters of their names?
Dean and Damon...the older, bolder ones who were set in their ways and not afraid to punch before asking...the wild, spicy ones that set her on fire with just one touch.
Sam and Stefan...the younger, more reserved ones who thought things out carefully and brooded more than anyone should...and yet had a way of making her feel valued and cherished and reluctant to displease.
She took another gulp.
The Winchesters and Salvatores were so much alike!
The only real difference she could come up with at the moment was that Sam and Dean were actors, and Stefan and Damon vampires!
Maybe that was what initially had made it easier for her to open up to the vampires...because subconsciously they reminded her of the Winchesters...
The blonde finished the bottle and signaled the bartender for another, which he brought over.
"Thanks." She whispered, taking another gulp.
"So, you can drink alcohol." A voice announced from behind her.
Chloe jerked, eyes widening as she turned in her seat to see Sam and Dean standing there, both looking a little wary yet not about to leave any time soon. "What are you doing here? I thought I told you two to go."
"Yeah, that jedi mind trick thing you pulled on us." Dean nodded, frowning as he pulled out the chair across from her and twirled it around so he could straddle it. "I'm not loving that."
"You said to go, you didn't say where." Sam replied softly, sitting down on her other side. "As soon as we left the land the trance was lifted."
Chloe leaned back hard on her chair, realizing that she was going to have to be more precise whenever she Compelled people from now on.
Dean looked all around them before leaning closer, lowering his voice. "So, this a...vampire...thing? Mind control?"
She looked up at him, conflicted, not understanding why they were there still talking to her and not tripping over their feet to get the hell out of Dodge. "Basically. Though there are certain factors that determine its strength and accuracy..but yes..it is." She took a sip. "It's called Compulsion."
"Compulsion." Sam echoed the word, before clearing his throat. "Chloe? Since when?"
She sighed, giving him a sad little smile, knowing what he was asking. "Around two weeks after I left." She tilted her head to the side, remembering that fateful day. "It's kinda embarrassing because this is what I studied and such, I should have seen the signs or been prepared-but to be truthful I really didn't believe that...that they...existed. I thought it was only some sort of rabies virus like the one Lana was infected with when we started college. But no, this was the real deal...and I was not prepared." She let out a derisive little laugh. "As you both already must have guessed."
"Was it one of the Salvatores...or another...of their kind?" Dean wanted to know, face dark.
"It doesn't matter." Chloe replied, taking a long gulp.
"How can you say that?" Sam frowned.
"Because it doesn't matter who did the biting. What matters is that it happened and now you know why I need you two and Lois to stay away...why I can't be with my friends or family." She took in a deep breath. "I'm still a kid really, and I have shown spectacular weakness when it comes to controlling my...urges..." She bit out that word angrily, shaking her head. "Strong emotions are only some of my triggers, and believe me, when I flip Damon and Stefan are the only ones who can stop me...and they can't be expected to be with me every second of theirs lives."
There was a moment's silence before Sam cleared his throat. "Those campers on the news? The ones a bear supposedly killed?"
"Sammy." Dean hissed.
Chloe nodded. "That was me."
Dean turned to look at her, eyes wide.
"I came across them, and one of them got forceful...and I snapped." Chloe brought a hand to cover her face. "I don't really remember it. One minute he's refusing to let go of me and the next I'm standing in the middle of the camp, there's blood everywhere, and I feel great."
The brothers were silent, listening.
"So that's how you tracked me down? Since the massacre?" She wanted to know.
The brothers nodded.
"It was a beginning, at least." Sam responded. "After you resurfaced people started reporting sightings, and there were actually some pics taken while you weren't looking." He ran his hand over his head. "Then some pictures were submitted to your official fanclub's website by two girls who said where they'd seen you and what you'd told them about not sure what you were going to do in the future."
"It's how we found out about the town, and thanks to their picture we knew you had come to this bar..." Dean leaned hard against his chair. "We flashed your picture around and the bartender recognized you but didn't want to tell us anything. It was some of the patrons who admitted to knowing you and told us where we could find you and your boyfriends." He spat out the last word. "And thus we found you."
"I'm just surprised Lois hasn't connected the dots as yet." Sam admitted. "I half expected to find her here before us, threatening everyone with bodily harm if they didn't give her all the information they had."
Chloe couldn't help the smile curling her lips at the thought of her cousin and best friend. "Is she still with John?"
"It's an on and off thing." Sam responded, looking up when Dean stood and made his way to the bar, before returning his attention to her. "You can tell that they do love each other, but they always end up breaking up."
"Sometimes you can love someone but that's not enough." Chloe whispered against the mouth of her bottle. "Sometimes there are just circumstances that keep you apart and you have to learn to accept them and move on."
Sam frowned darkly. "Or you can actually try and fight for those you love, no matter the circumstances or obstacles."
She sidled a glance in his direction. "Some obstacles can't be overcome, Sam. Sometimes it's best to part and have fond memories."
"You mean it's easier." He replied curtly.
"I mean it's smarter." She frowned at him. "What do you want me to say, Sam? Why do you think I shifted in front of you and didn't Compel you to forget what you knew about me? It's because you two deserved to understand why I can't see you or anyone again."
Dean returned with two beers, sitting down and sliding one across the table to Sam.
"You're talking as if you're never going to be able to control your bloodlust." Sam's fingers curled around his beer, stopping its trajectory, eyes never having left Chloe. "You have more control than anyone I know. You'll figure things out. And when you do, there's nothing to keep you from coming back."
Chloe's gaze lowered. "I can't be the person I used to be. It's not safe. Not for others...and not for me."
"Come again?" Dean frowned. "Why exactly isn't it safe for you?"
Chloe's gaze landed on him. "I'm...different...Dean. You know that...and there are certain groups of people in this world who don't accept my kind."
Dean's eyes narrowed. "Hunters."
"Exactly." She nodded. "There are very few of them out there compared to ghost hunters or such, no one really believes we exist-not even those who believe in the supernatural...and that is certainly advantageous. But there are those who know we're out there, who know how we operate, and how to kill us."
There was silence at the table as the men soaked that in, taking long gulps of their beer to ease down the information.
The blonde looked between them curiously. "Vervain. How exactly do you have it on or in you? And why?"
"Ver-what?" Dean made a face.
"On or in us?" Sam looked just as confused.
Chloe blinked, eyeing them.
They didn't know.
She narrowed her eyes. "Can I sniff you?"
Sam's eyes widened.
Dean eyed her warily.
They were both being cautious, and while it kinda hurt she completely understood and approved.
Dean cleared his throat and looked away before leaning closer to her, baring his neck a little obviously.
Her lips twitched in amusement at his assumption that his neck had been a place of interest.
The vampire leaned closer to Dean and sniffed in deeply, trying to catch a whiff of what was supposed to be something like the scent of a lemon, described in a herbal book she'd read after turning as having a rather fresh and sharp scent.
She smelt a very light scent ironically around Dean's neck, and tested her boundaries, tested just how close he was willing to let her come to him after finding out what she was.
Dean tensed as she drew nearer, but didn't move.
It kinda shocked her.
The blonde pushed that out of her mind though and pressed her nose to the pulse beating erratically in his throat, determining that the scent wasn't coming from his pores. She leaned closer and followed the scent down to the dip in his collarbone, pausing at the edge of the neck of his shirt. The blonde frowned, reaching out and curling her fingers around the chain around his neck, lifting it to reveal an odd looking pendant. She recognized it. Sam had one similar that he never took off either.
The scent...the vervain...was in the necklace.
She stared at it in fascination before her green gaze met Dean's. "Where did you get this?"
The brothers shared a look before Dean cleared his throat. "Our mother gave it to us when we were kids, made us promise never to take them off. She died soon after."
Sam's eyes narrowed. "Why? What's so special about our necklaces?" he pulled out his own. "Does this have something to do with that Vervain thing you were talking about?"
"Never take these off." Chloe responded, sitting back down, confused. "These offer some protection against vampires."
"What?" Dean's eyes widened.
"Vervain will keep vampires from Compelling you." Chloe began.
"But you Compelled us." Sam reminded, frowning.
"I'm different from a lot of my kind for some reason...it makes me a target to both hunters and other vampires...so no one else can know." She whispered, running a shaky hand through her hair. "I can't Compel someone unless their wearing Vervain...while every other vampire out there can only Compel if they aren't."
There was a moment's silence, and then Dean looked up. "The only way I'm not taking this off is if you swear you're never going to use the Jedi Mind Trick on us again, ever."
Chloe frowned. "If I used it against you it was for your own good."
"I think you should let us decide what our own good is." Sam replied curtly.
She frowned at him. "But-."
Dean made to pull the necklace from around his neck.
She paled at the thought of what Damon would make Dean do if he didn't have Vervain on him. "Okay! Okay! I swear I will never Compel either of you again!"
Dean narrowed his eyes at her before nodding, letting go of his hold on the chain. "Good."
Sam nodded, pulling out his phone. "What's your new number?"
The young woman looked between them in confusion. "What are you two playing at?"
Sam didn't answer, only caught her by surprise by passing her his phone, which was open to the Add New Contact screen.
"Have you two not been listening to a word I've just said?" Chloe refused the phone, looking between them. "I'm a-!" She realized what she was going to say and lowered her voice to a vicious little hiss as she leaned closer. "I'm a vampire!"
Dean just drank his beer as if bored.
Sam kept his hand outstretched, giving the phone a little shake.
Her eyes narrowed further. "I can't believe you can't be serious about this." Shaking her head, annoyed, she got up and motioned for the bartender to put her drink on the tab she and the boys had open, storming out of the bar.
The cold air hit her and she took in a deep breath as she started walking towards the plaza, only to be grabbed and pulled into a nearby alley. Instinct took over as she grabbed the person by the neck, her face shifting, changing to its true form, as she used her superior strength to shift their positions, hissing.
And that was when she realized that the one she had pinned to the wall was Sam.
"You idiot!" She snapped, letting go of him, seeing Dean just watching in shock at the display of her strength.
Despite the dimness of the alley, she knew that they could see the blackness of her eyes, the veins, the fangs.
"You do not sneak up on and manhandle a vampire! Are you an idiot?" She growled at Sam, poking him harshly in the chest. "You're lucky I didn't break your neck! Or bit you! I could have bitten you!"
"You're pissed." Dean commented as if about the whether.
"Of course I'm pissed!" She snapped at him. "I'm trying to protect you idiots and you're not appreciating my efforts!" She pointed to her face. "I shifted on instinct for crissakes! How much more proof do you want to realize that I can't control this and it's not good for any of us that we be around each other? Huh?"
"We'll leave." Sam surprised her by saying. "And we'll keep your secret."
She breathed out in relief.
"On one condition." Dean finished.
"Condition?" She looked between them. "What-?"
"We want to know you're okay, Chloe, to know how you're doing." Sam frowned. "We're going to call you, and you're going to call us, and we want to be kept up to date on your progress and your training."
"But-." Chloe opened her mouth.
"And if Lois somehow finds out we'll have time to warn you." Dean was cunning.
Chloe closed her mouth, silencing her protest. "You would do that for me?"
She looked up at them, worrying her bottom lip, before sighing and reaching out her hand, accepting Sam's phone. The blonde was silent as she keyed in her mobile number, and then passed it back to him. "I'll make sure those two don't accidentally lose this phone. And if they do, I'll call you when I get a new one."
Sam eyed her number.
Dean nodded, before clearing his throat. "We should probably be going...we kinda left the set without giving any of the crew heads up."
Her eyes widened. "You can't be serious."
Dean gave her a sheepish smile. "Oh, I am."
"They're going to kill you." She blinked, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice as she shook her head.
Sam sighed, lowering his gaze. "Can I...uh...do you love them?"
She was a little taken aback by the question. "We-uh-we've never exchanged those words if that's what you're...I...I couldn't do that with people I didn't love..." She ran her hand over her head with a sigh. "Believe it or not, we're all basically comforting the other." She hugged herself. "Before we...started...Stefan was suffering from heartbreak because his girlfriend dumped him when she found out he was a vampire, and Damon has always been longing to free his sire but then he found out she wasn't imprisoned at all and just hadn't given a shit to find him and be with him so he was really hurt about that. And I...I had you guys and all my angst..." She tightened her hold on herself, shrugging. "After being changed though, you change. You don't feel things the way you do as humans. Vampires can even shut off their emotions completely if they want to. I mean completely cold turkey. They don't feel anything." She looked away. "Its just emptiness."
The brothers exchanged silent looks.
"But we can feel emotion...and we can love...but its a totally different love from the type humans feel." She shrugged again, a little uncomfortable. "I can't explain it. You'd have to be a vampire to understand it."
Dean looked away, shaking his head, a muscle jumping in his cheek.
"Do they treat you well?" Sam continued with his interrogation.
"Yes, they protect me, and they take care of me, and they train me." Chloe nodded. "I don't really know what I'd be right now if they hadn't taken me under their wing."
"Chloe?" Sam asked.
"Yeah?" She turned to him, not prepared when he grabbed her and pulled her to him, dipping her in his kiss as he devoured her lips.
Disoriented and captive to her rampaging emotions, Chloe fought with the Instinct that wanted to taste his blood and add its tang to the kiss.
She almost didn't notice when she was slid into other strong arms, another pair of lips taking the place of Sam's, her Instinct also wanting a taste of his blood.
Somehow, Chloe managed to control herself, and when Dean finally let her go she fluidly slid to her knees on the ground, breathing hard, hands palm down on the ground.
"You guys are seriously suicidal." She whispered, nails digging into the concrete.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked, worried.
She nodded, raising a hand to keep them from coming towards her. "Really not safe to come closer to me right now. Your blood's pumping loudly in your veins and I'm thirsty and...you two should really go now. For your own good. Please."
"I'll be fine...and I'll call...and I'll answer your calls...and I'll be truthful." She promised, closing her eyes tightly, fighting her desire to drain them. "Please go." The fingertips she dug into the concrete were bleeding slightly with the force she was putting into holding herself still. "I really don't want to hurt you. Please."
There was a moment's silence, and then something warm came down on the back of her, a soft caress, and they were gone.
She didn't know how long she stayed there, not trusting herself not to chase after them and give into her bloodlust.
She lost control when emotions were strong, and there were few people who could stir her emotions like the Winchesters could.
Her body trembled.
Suddenly a comforting hand came down on her back, rubbing it soothingly.
She turned in that embrace, knowing exactly who it was and knowing he wouldn't let her do anything she'd regret, nearly crying from relief as she curled her arms around Stefan's neck and held on tight. The girl buried her face in his shoulder, trembling subsiding slightly as his arms wrapped around her, and with her eyes closed tightly trusted him to be her rock.
Feeling her bleeding fingertips being examined, her eyes opened and she peeked over Stefan's shoulder, seeing Damon intent on cleaning said digits. He looked very annoyed.
She smiled softly, and when Damon looked at her and their eyes met, she knew she wasn't going to get an apology for his behavior and realized she really didn't expect or even want one.
"Seriously, you're impossible." Damon growled, shaking his head. "You go off on your own for a couple of hours and look at the condition we get you back in. You're obviously useless without us around to keep an eye on you."
Stefan sighed and shook his head. "Just admit you were worried."
"I don't worry." Damon assured them both with a snort, standing. "I do get annoyed though. And I'm annoyed. Very annoyed."
Stefan and Chloe pulled away, exchanging rolled eyes as they stood.
"If you wanted to drain them, which you obviously did, you just should have done so." Damon continued on. "It would have saved us all from future headaches. Because believe me, those two are headaches waiting to happen." He folded his arms over his chest. "And also, I feel the need to point out that as a human, you had terrible taste in men. Obviously, death has been good for you."
"Oh just stop already." Stefan sighed at his brother. "We don't have a right to interfere in this, Damon."
"You mightn't have a right, but I do." Damon argued before turning to Chloe and daring her to deny it. "I do."
Chloe eyed Damon curiously.
"Relationships between humans and vampires...very few of them ever work out." Stefan surprised her by saying softly. "The stories usually end up in either death for the human...or death for the vampire."
Chloe sighed. "I know."
There was silence.
"Well." Damon slapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Now that that has been cleared and those two have finished airing their teenaged angst all over town, can we go home? I'm hungry and horny."
Chloe burst out in laughter.
There was something comforting in Damon being Damon.
"You have no tact." Stefan despaired, shaking his head in disgust at his brother.
"I'm so happy you noticed." Damon grinned, very proud of said fact, as he flung his arms around Stefan and Chloe, walking them out of the alleyway.
She still hurt slightly from the encounter with Sam and Dean, but like salve just being with Stefan and Damon was helping her push the sadness aside and concentrate on the here. On the now. On them.
As Stefan and Damon began to quarrel over something she just wasn't paying attention to, Chloe looked at them and smiled, shaking her head as she moved and squeezed in between them before they could start threatening to trade punches. Of course, this didn't stop the boys from arguing, but it promised that they'd keep it verbal so as to not risk accidentally hurting her...and once they got back home she'd easily distract them into forgetting about the fight.
After tonight, the three of them needed the comfort for different reasons.
Stefan's arm was around her shoulder as he pointed accusingly at Damon.
Damon's arm was around her waist as he grinned evilly at Stefan.
Chloe rolled her eyes at them. "Would you like me to leave you so that you two can get a room?"
They both looked horrified and sick at the suggestion, shooting each other disgusted looks.
As Damon began to whine about traumatizing mental images, and Stefan murmured about needing to scrub his brain out, Chloe smiled.
Somehow, these two just being themselves was exactly what she needed.