Title: House of Frost
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Lana Lang, Deacon Frost, Crease, Clark/Kal
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Chloe and Clark are turned by Deacon Frost thanks to Lana, Chloe is thrust into the vampire life, closely watched by Deacon Frost who not only wants her to decode the Books of Erebus, but is the only one who knows she's a Daywalker.
AU for the Smallville Season 5 Episode "THIRST".
A/N1: Set BEFORE the FIRST Blade movie.
A/N2: Due to the fact that my story "Vampire" is in hiatus and I have no idea when it will be updated, I've taken the "vampire" prompt from that story and applied it to this one instead.
She was disoriented and so very thirsty when she awoke, unsure of where she was and what she was doing there. She sat up in bed, wondering what that delectable smell was, and then she realized it was on her clothes. The blonde gripped the material of her shirt and sniffed, following the scent to a large red stain. Somehow she knew it was blood, her blood, and yet she couldn't remember bleeding or blood ever having smelt this good before. Her mind hurt as she brought a hand to her head, trying to force herself to remember what exactly had happened to her, but nothing stirred her memory.
Green eyes narrowed as she looked around her. She'd never seen this place before. It looked like a room at some sort of mental institution. It was white, very spartan with only a white bed as furniture. There was a door without a handle, no sign of windows, or a bathroom.
The sound of mechanical whirring echoed throughout the room, causing her to jump, crouching on the bed, trying to find the source of the noise before fixing on panels on the wall beginning to slide away revealing glass, windows facing the sun. Chloe narrowed her eyes, confused, gaze going to the emerging windows, hissing when the sunlight hit her eyes and burnt like hell. Unable to believe the glare could be so terrible, Chloe brought her hand up to shield her eyes, uncomfortable under the heat of the sun. The room was suddenly chokingly hot, and she was sweating, using her free hand to fan herself as she breathed in and out. Someone must have put up the heat in the room, or maybe the glass in the windows had some sort of filter in it which made the light and heat of the sun brighter and stronger, because she was more and more uncomfortable.
Stumbling out of bed, Chloe nearly fell as her feet tangled in the sheets, but righted herself and turned her back to the sun, letting out a little breath of relief. Now that the sun wasn't glaring into her eyes the heat seemed to have died down, as did her uncomfortableness. Letting out a little sigh of relief her lips curled in a small smile as she ran her hands over her hair, wondering what exactly she was going to do now. Problem was that her thirst was growing worse, and the headache that ensued from it hindered her from truly being able to think.
A groan escaped her lips as she grabbed her head, closing her eyes tightly as she curled into herself. Her mouth was so dry, her throat hurting, her body begging for something she couldn't understand.
The mechanical whirring sound returned, causing her to turn in time for the sound of a gunshot to ring out in the room and a bullet pierce her shoulder, flinging her around with the impact.
A scream escaped Chloe's lips as she collapsed with the contact, in agony, shoulder throbbing viciously. The blonde cried as she struggled towards the wall, the sunlight in her face and blinding, the terrible heat returning, the suffocating feeling consuming, the glare adding to the pain in her head, throat, and shoulder.
Her hand pressed down on something and she looked down, making out the bloody bullet that must have gone right through her shoulder and out of her body. It was covered in her own blood, and once more she found herself drawn to the scent of it, reaching out and picking up the bullet, hand trembling. The bullet was long, sleek, silver, and Chloe's thirst cramped her stomach. Pain in her stomach, her throat, her head, the scent of her own blood swirling around her nostrils, the throbbing of her shoulder seemed almost alive. The room was twirling, the silence deafeningly loud, her every sense seemed on fire, accelerated yet muted all at the same time.
Desperation grew in her, consuming her from within like a living, uncontrollable fire.
The mechanical whirring continued, grating on her nerves, causing the pounding, the disorientation to grow.
Chloe tightened her grip on her head and screamed, closing her eyes as tightly as she could.
Suddenly something fell on her and Chloe reacted on instinct. She snapped, grabbing the warm body and twisted it, forcing the other to the ground beneath her, one hand gripping hair and the other a shoulder. Her gums tickled before she lunged down and bit down on that neck. Warm blood rushed into her mouth, sweet and delicious, unlike anything she'd ever tasted, and the blonde didn't stop to question. All she knew was that with every gulp of the ambrosia the pain subsided a little, the cramps loosened, the throbbing in her shoulder lessened. Slowly the sunlight didn't hurt her eyes half as much, the room had stopped twirling, and her hunger diminished.
It wasn't until there was nothing left that she let go, opening her eyes, those green orbs widening when they fell upon a lifeless twenty-something redhead.
Chloe cried and shuffled backwards, eyes widening at the lack of pain in her shoulder. She reached for her shoulder, eyes widening further, lips parting to find the bullet-hole gone, completely healed without even a scar.
Her tongue lapped out, licking the blood still clinging to her lips, and she hissed as her tongue sliced across two elongated, sharp fangs.
Swallowing her own blood mixed with her victim's, Chloe tilted her head towards the window as the mechanical sound returned, the boards slowly moving over the glass, hiding the sunlight from the room until only the artificial light remained.
Her eyes stopped stinging, and despite the fact that she knew she should be more terrified, more confused, the scent of blood on her hand distracted her. The blonde raised her own hand, covered in her victim's blood, and she could only stare at it before bringing it to her lips, her tongue cleaning her skin. Like a child possessed she could only think of the blood, addicted to its taste, to its flavor, to how things stopped hurting once she drank. She actually found herself wondering if there was anyone else around, the hunger still not quenched fully.
Suddenly the door slid open to reveal a man with dirty blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. "Chloe."
She stumbled to her feet. "Who are you?"
"Don't worry, your memory will return in a little. It's a side-effect of the...transition." He replied, entering the room with a wicked smile on his handsome face. "Everyone has some degree of memory loss due to the shock your body goes through to evolve."
"Evolve?" Chloe narrowed her eyes.
"Yes, you're not a mere human anymore. Not cattle like you once were." He announced, stopping before her, eyeing her as if she were something marvelous. "You have your friend, Lana, to thank for bringing you to my attention."
"Lana?" Chloe brought a hand to her head, flashes of Lana and an alleyway racing through her mind before it ended in a fanged Lana pouncing on her. Chloe gasped, taking a couple of steps back.
He smiled, obviously guessing that her memories had begun returning. "I turned you and you are now a part of my household, as is Lana...and that boy of hers once he wakes up from the Deep Sleep."
"Deep Sleep?" Chloe shook her head, before her eyes widened. "Wait. Boy? Do you mean Clark?"
"Usually I don't just turn just anyone, but you two have proven...unique." He replied before smiling. "Do you feel that?"
She eyed him curiously.
"That calmness you feel despite being so confused, and having just had your first kill? What you feel is the Sire bond between us," he replied, reaching out and softly caressing her cheek with the back of her cheek. "You're home now."
She gulped, gazing up into his blue eyes. "Who are you?"
His fingers trailed down her cheek, down her neck, tracing her collarbone before pulling away. "Deacon, Deacon Frost. You, like your friend Lana, and soon your friend Clark, have the honor of being of the House of Frost."
"House of Frost." Chloe whispered, trying to absorb all of this, a little freaked by how well she took this all, how calmly, but she guessed she had that Sire bond Deacon had spoken about to thank for that. "And we're...what exactly?"
She would have guessed 'vampire' if it wasn't for the whole part where she hadn't gone up into flames in the sunlight, so obviously they were something else.
"We're the future." He replied smoothly. "Halfbloods, vampires...and other." He eyed her. "Do you even understand what you are?"
She blinked, confused. "Other?"
He smiled in dark amusement. "I have done what every other vampire, every Pureblood has wanted to for ages. I have created the next step in our evolution." He reached out to caress her hair. "I have created the first true Daywalker." He smiled evilly. "I had already suspected it might be possible before you awoke, and yet I have to admit I was shellshocked to see you stand in the sunlight and not go up in ashes as the rest of us would have."
Her eyes widened as she looked towards the boarded up windows.
She should have gone up in flames!
Why hadn't she?
"We need to speak about your protection." Deacon surprised her by saying. "No one can know that you're a Daywalker, no one. Not Lana, nor Clark nor anyone else. Especially not the Purebloods. The House of Erebus and Eli Damaskinos especially...my inside sources tell me Damaskinos is trying unsuccessfully to create Daywalkers from his own lineage...if he knew about you he'd kidnap you to try and find the missing link through your remains."
Chloe gulped, not liking the sound of that.
"Come." He offered her his hand. "We have much to discuss."
Chloe eyed his hand, gaze going to the closed window, to the corpse by the wall, and then she turned towards Deacon and took his hand.