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.
"Mister Crease, I took you for an honorable man, but you're nothing but a lowly cheat." Chloe accused, glaring at her cards.
Crease snorted in disgust. "Don't need to be. Not when you're so horrible at this."
"You, sir, are no gentleman." She informed him, pouting. "Got any Fives?"
He shook his head. "Go Fish."
"Dammit!" She snapped, reaching into the pile and puling out an Ace, sure her face showed her displeasure.
Crease kept his gaze on his own cards. "Got any Nines?"
A growl escaped her lips as she handed over the three Nines she had. "You're cheating somehow Crease, and when I find out how I'm going to hurt you so badly."
The vampire sniggered. "Do you know how pathetic it is how badly you suck at a children's game?"
"Shut up." She grumbled, glaring at her cards. "Any Fours?"
He didn't even have the decency to tell her the two words, instead, motioning with his chin towards the pack.
The blonde mumbled some choice words under her breath as she reached for a card, pulling out a King.
"Shouldn't you be working on whatever it is Deacon has you working on?" Crease wanted to know, putting down his four Nine cards face up. "If he comes in and sees us playing card games instead of you doing what you're supposed to be doing, both of our asses are going to be on the line."
"Your job is to accommodate me, and I can't do anything else right now while my newest program is trying to crack that damn code." Chloe replied, rearranging her cards. These last couple of days she hadn't really seen the outside of this room. She'd gone over the codes over and over, on hand and by computer, trying to find patterns. She'd written and run so many different programs, and all had failed her, leaving her frustrated and worried. She didn't trust Deacon Frost to keep her in his high graces just because she could withstand sunlight. He looked like the type who would punish you no matter who you were if you disappointed him.
And she didn't want to be punished.
These codes were enough of a punishment.
A couple of times she'd had a false hope that she'd been making progress, only to hit some roadblock and disappointment and have to scratch everything she'd done and go back to the beginning.
Once again she believed that she might have made a breakthrough, but was refusing to get her hopes up once more as to not be so spectacularly let down as she had in the recent past.
"Both of us are doing our jobs and Deacon Frost can't say anything about it." She declared, voice a growl. "And if he does, let him. I have a couple of bones I want to pick with him and will gladly do so if he wants to pick a fight with me right now."
Crease was silent for a moment, before shaking his head. "He still hasn't fed, huh?"
Chloe frowned, looking away. "Four days, Crease. A newly turned vampire can't last six days without feeding and he's gone four already. Nothing Lana or Deacon says is making him eat, and he's already gone half insane."
"He's a damn fool, that's all I can say." Crease replied. "Any Queens?"
"Go Fish." And yet it gave her no pleasure to send his ass fishing to the pack. "I didn't last ten minutes after waking up before feeding...I can't imagine the self-control he must be exhibiting to go all these days."
"Your instincts kicked in, that's natural." Crease shrugged. "Once we wake up we're not human anymore, things are different. As humans we ate meat and as vampires we do the same. I don't see the difference. Animals are lesser than humans, so no one says anything about it when humans eat them. Humans are lesser than us, and yet some don't see how the same rules apply."
Chloe could see how Clark would find it difficult to see things that way, especially since he'd been Man's Protector for so many years now. To now be the one who preyed on Man would just screw with everything he'd once upheld. Not even Lana and her promises of life together forever were going to be enough to push Clark Kent over the edge and take a human life. That wasn't how he worked. Clark's moral code was too strong, too ingrained in him. Chloe knew without a doubt that his character and convictions were strong enough to let him go the two remaining days without feeding, and that he would let himself die the agonizing death of a starved Newling.
A part of Chloe, maybe the tiny shred of humanity she might still have left, admired Clark for it, but the other part of her was worried and pissed and angry at him. She was also pissed at Lana. Thanks to the brunette she'd lost her life, the career in the making she'd been loving, her studies, her friends at university...everything. Because of Lana and her selfish acts Chloe had lost it all, and now she could lose the one thing she did have left, her best friend Clark. Part of her wanted to respect his wishes and let him die with whatever little soul he had left. Too bad that part of her wasn't dominant anymore.
The door flew open and Lana rushed in. "Chloe! I don't know what to do! He's going to die and I couldn't bare eternity without him at my side!"
Chloe barely had time to prepare herself before the crying brunette rushed to her and collapsed on her knees, hugging the sitting girl's waist.
"We need to do something Chloe!" Lana held on tightly, hiding her face in Chloe's stomach as her body shook with her tears. "He won't do it, won't drink no matter how hard we try to force him! He'll die Chloe! He'll die and leave me! He won't drink for me! He doesn't love me enough to drink for me!"
Somehow, things always seemed to come back to Lana.
Sighing, Chloe placed her hand on the crying brunette's head. "Maybe we should respect his decision and let him die."
"No." Lana shook her head. "I can't lose him. If he dies I'll greet the sunrise! I swear it! Eternity without Clark is unbearable."
Chloe wanted to wring Lana's neck.
The petite vampiress had ruined Chloe's life and yet she was willing to kill herself and leave the blonde completely alone in this new, terrifying world she'd forced her into?
Pushing back the resentment she felt, Chloe took in a deep breath, refusing to be with only Lana for eternity. "Listen to me Lana, I need you to do something for me. It's very important and might be the only thing that can save Clark."
The brunette looked up at her immediately, eyes wide.
"Remember our class rings? The red ones?" Chloe asked slowly.
The brunette nodded.
"I need you to get one for me." Chloe responded. "Go get it as soon as you can. Right now if you have the time."
"Okay, I-I'll go find the one I had. I left it in my drawer because it was too big for me so I could never wear it and I forgot to get it adjusted and-."
"Lana, now. It's urgent." Chloe urged. "When you got it, bring it to me immediately."
"Okay. I will." Lana nodded, turning and hurrying out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Crease raised an eyebrow from where he was watching her. "You're going to bribe him with jewelry."
Chloe couldn't even master a smile at that as her gaze met his. "In a manner of speaking, yes."
Thankfully she wasn't asked to expand on that answer because her computers beeped, and she twirled around, wheeling her seat back to the screens. Those green eyes narrowed as she went over the data, and then her eyes widened as she gasped. "Crease...I've halfway decoded the prologue!" She twirled in her seat to face him, eyes wide and lips curled in a shocked smile. "I'm so awesome I surprise even myself!"
The seat he was sitting in fell back with the force with which he stood. "I'll go find Deacon immediately." He raced out of the room, having obviously forgotten that he had a cellular and that informing Deacon in that way would be quicker.
Chloe shook her head at him as she got up from her seat and made her way to the table they'd been playing on. Sending the door a sly look she reached for Crease's cards and turned them upright, glancing at his hand.
Her mouth fell open as she cried out in outrage. "He had two Fives! That! That! That cheater!"
Placing his cards back down, Chloe returned to her seat at the computer and after keying in some commands, began printing off the half of the prologue which had been decoded. From what she could tell, the prologue was giving a detailed account on some sort of ancient blood god called La Magra. She'd never heard of this blood god before, and was a little curiousity as to why Deacon was so interested in him/her/it.
The door flew open and Deacon stormed in, urgency in his every movement, as was shock. "You have decoded it?"
"Part of the prologue." She explained as she stood, motioning to the pages being printed. "It will take a while to decode the whole thing, especially since I'm beginning to think that that block of completely different glyphs might actually be able computed into some sort of picture or map, but now that my program has cracked the code I can tell you with all certainty that you will have the whole thing in readable English."
He just eyed her in silence before smirking. "You know, I have to admit it. When Lana swore that you were a genius I doubted her, but she's going to be rewarded for bringing you to me."
Chloe didn't know how to take that, except, maybe... "Shouldn't I be the one rewarded? All she did was bite me first. I just decoded part of an ancient relic in a language I didn't know existed until four days ago and which no one else in the world can speak or read." She folded her arms over her chest. "And I could have done it as a human as well."
He didn't comment on that, going instead to pick up the pages that had finished printing, eyes browsing over the contents, smile evil. "Dragonetti swore that I'd never get this translated, that as a Halfblood I'd never be able to understand the words written...I'm going to take these and assfuck him with them. Pureblood trash." He reached out and pulled the surprised blonde into a kiss before letting her go and leaving the room, attention completely on the documents in his hand.
Chloe stood there, shell-shocked, before making a face. "This isn't good." She ran the back of her hand over her lips. "This isn't good at all."