Sequel to: Toxic
Universe: Toxic Girl Series
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe has been back in Lawrence for two months but is having a very hard time readjusting to normal life and the Winchesters. She's even having a hard time reconnecting with Lois and Lana. It doesn't help that another phase of her mutation is about to start, and she's entirely unprepared for it. Sam's far from ready as well. And then there's the fact that someone from Chloe's past whom she thought was dead...really isn't.
She'd quickly changed her clothes, grabbed her purse and escaped through the back window. It'd been easy to compel the first person she came across to give her a ride to directions she'd been given, and an hour later it was thanks to that same ability that she wasn't stopped by the bouncer. She hadn't waited in line either, not when she was this desperate, and had ignored the people complaining as she walked passed them and straight into the nightclub. Her gaze wet around her, strobe lights and music dominating the packed place. For a second she contemplated calling him and letting him know that she was there, but if he was anything like she remembered he already knew and was watching.
With that she went towards the bar and ordered herself a drink to stave off the shakes, knocking back the tequila shot with near desperation.
"You're close," his voice was on the back of her neck as he leaned over her, hands on the counter on each side of her. "I don't need enhanced scent to know you're on the very edge of it. The tension's only going to bring it on quicker you know."
She drank another shot before turning in the stool to finally face the man she'd thought dead. "Hello Lucas."
Lucas Dunleavy smiled his devil-may-care smile, face oh-so-close to hers as he leaned in the rest of the way and pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling away. "Miss me?"
"Where is it?"
"I feel used." Mock hurt flashed over his features before he grinned and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag with red powder in it.
She snatched it away from him, frowning. "That's not going to be enough."
"It is considering you're getting your normal dosage of the potent stuff tomorrow." He replied, smug in his knowledge. "You know, you really are close. Your pupils have been completely diluted since the moment you entered this place and more than a couple of guys are picking up on your signals."
Chloe bit the inside of her mouth to keep from answering that as she got up and went towards the bathroom. Once inside she made sure no one was around before dumping the contents on the bag into her palm and brought it to each nostril, sniffing the crimson powder. Immediately she could feel the red!k working on her, lowering her heart rate and diminishing her tremors until she was in control once again, her gaze going to her reflection in time to see her eyes flash that familiar crimson.
The dust was a much less dosage than the syringe and typically it wouldn't be enough, but Lucas was right as always, it'd keep her until tomorrow's dosage.
Smiling at her reflection, a hint of The Bitch shining in her eyes, Chloe unlocked the bathroom door and exited, finding Lucas leaning against the wall smirking at her.
"Feeling better now sweetheart?"
"You know, for a dead guy, you sure look good." Chloe declared, much more mellow and flirty now with the drug in her system.
"I know." Lucas agreed cheekily before motioning for her to follow him as he started towards the back office. "Close the door behind you."
Doing as told once they were inside, Chloe leaned up against the door, eyeing Lucas as he sat down behind a desk. "So?"
"So..." Lucas rested his feet up on the desk, quite relaxed. "I'm not dead."
"I figured that part out you know." She smirked, tapping her temple. "Superior intelligence and all."
He sniggered. "Missed that humor of yours."
"Enough stalling Luc," Chloe eyed him seriously. "How are you still alive?"
"C'mon Chlo, you didn't really think he'd kill me, did you?" Lucas shook his head. "I was way too valuable for him to do so...and not exactly because I was his son."
"So what, Lionel had you captive somewhere?" Chloe frowned, going to sit on the chair across the desk. "Why didn't you tell me you were alive when Lex took over? Why didn't you tell him you were alive?"
"Chloe, he knew." Lucas shook his head. "Who do you think helped me escape daddy dearest in the first place? Who got me my cushy lifestyle in hiding?"
"Lex knew?" Chloe asked softly, confused and shocked. "Why didn't he tell me?" Her eyes narrowed. "Does Mercy know?"
Lucas sighed, leaning forwards against the desk. "Last time I talked with Lex she didn't, he believed that it was better for the both of you to function under the belief that I was dead." He raised an eyebrow. "But that crack about me supposed to being in hell? That was uncalled for. I nearly died helping save yours and Mercy's asses."
"After the things you and I have done, if hell exists, that's the only place we'll go." Chloe responded with a flinch, remembering the last time she'd seen Lucs far too clearly for comfort. "I take comfort in knowing I won't be there alone."
Lucas eyed her before shaking his head. "Kiddo, you need to lighten up."
"Mercy deserves to know you're alive." Chloe leaned forwards over the desk. "She thinks you died because of her."
Lucas flinched. "Yes, well, she won't be too happy with Lex when she finds out."
"She's never happy with Lex." Chloe replied with a roll of her eyes. "That's their default sibling conduct. They squabble. Constantly."
"Why haven't you lost your virginity yet?" Lucas changed the topic drastically, eyeing her with narrowed gaze.
Chloe glared at him for finding the one topic that stung like none other. "The two candidates I chose refused me."
"Chloe..." Worry entered his eyes. "You do not want to lose your virginity during the Frenzy."
"I know that!" She snapped before covering her face and letting out a ragged sigh. "I was hoping...but neither of my choices are willing." She let her fingers slip from her face. "Lex said he would, but I'm doubting him, he's put it off too much. And Sam-Sam won't even let me touch him-and after tonight I wouldn't be surprised if I don't see much of him anymore."
Lucas eyed her intently. "I was hoping that your Sam would come around."
Obviously she must have talked about Sam during these visits of her in her blacked-out state.
"I would offer my own services...but there is a matter of a certain vow we made each other." Lucas reached over the desk and grabbed her hand, giving it a little squeeze. "Should I find you an acceptable replacement?"
The blonde worried her bottom lip. "Who would you have in mind?"
"There are a couple of men I could recommend, though at this point Adam Knight seems the best option." Lucas replied in a business-like manner. "He was killed in an accident and resurrected by daddy dearest, hated his guts just like the rest of us, and had Lana Lang passed the test he would have been her designated breeding partner."
"So how much like a zombie is he?" Chloe wanted to know.
Lucas snorted, much more like himself now. "There's no craving for brains if that's what has you worried. He's perfectly normal thanks to monthly injections-quite like yourself actually." He chuckled. "You'll have some common ground now that I think about it."
"Fine." Chloe nodded. "When can I meet him?"
"How long do you think you have?" He eyed her worriedly.
"A couple of days at most." Chloe admitted, running her hand over her hair. "Twelve times in two months, huh?" She sighed, unable to process that without feeling ill. "My body has known it far longer than I have." She shook his her, disgusted. "I like to think that I've evolved somehow...and then my body starts acting on its own, searching out its designated breeding partner, just as it was programmed to. I'm nothing more than an android, a computer deluded into thinking it has life and free choice but is instead following the programming of my hard-drive."
"Well, if you're a computer running through a pre-programmed software you've malfunctioned." Lucas snorted. "Otherwise I wouldn't be an orphan, don't you think?"
She felt a little better at the memory of ending Lionel's life, a small smile tugging on her lips. "You always know how to make me feel better."
"We make a great pair." Lucas smirked, winking. "Pity we swore never to make dear old daddy proud by ever crossing that line with each other."
Chloe nodded her agreement and would have said more to the effect had her phone not rung. The blonde reached into her bag and pulled out her mobile, frowning when she saw the number displayed. "It's Sam."
"Thought you said you didn't think he'd be speaking to you anymore." Lucas raised an eyebrow.
"I told him about the breeding program and he left." She flinched at the memory, feeling sick at her stomach. "He must have gone back and realized that I snuck out."
Lucas reached over and stole the phone from her before flipping the lid open and bringing it to his ear. "Hello?" His gaze found Chloe's and he smirked. "She's busy." He grinned quite mischievously. "I'm the one making her busy."
Rolling her eyes at him, realizing he was just making things worse (and knowing him it was most probably on purpose), Chloe stole back her phone and brought it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Chloe? Where the hell are you? And who's that?" Sam growled.
"I'm busy, Sam." She sighed, shaking her head at Lucas as he waggled his eyebrows at her. "I'll get him to drop me off at your parents house at a decent hour and I'll do the sleepover, okay? I'm not bailing on it. Just ask Mercy to pack some things for me and you take them back with you when you go to your home."
"Chloe...we need to talk." Sam took in a deep breath. "It's about what you told me tonight."
"I figured." She made a face. "And we'll talk, later at your house while the others are sleeping."
Already she could feel her body craving for more red kryptonite, the upcoming Fever burning away the reservoirs in her body at an alarming rate.
There was a knock on the door behind them and someone stuck his head in. "Hey Lucas, there's-."
"Adam, don't you see I'm busy?" Lucas drawled.
Chloe turned around, eyes widening when her gaze fell upon the handsome man. "Oh wow."
"So I take it he meets your approval?" Lucas snickered.
Chloe ended the call with Sam, turning towards Adam Knight. "Hey."
"Hey." He gave her a slow smile before turning to Lucas. "Morgan Edge is here."
Lucas' face went dark. "Great. I'll deal with him myself." He turned to Chloe. "Do you need me to have someone give you a ride back to Lawrence?"
"I'll find someone." She shook her head before her gaze went to Adam Knight curiously. "So, a zombie, huh?"
Adam's eyes narrowed for a second before they widened. "You're one of us."
"Not at all." Lucas stood and moved around the desk to rest his arm around Chloe's shoulders. "She was Lionel's favored little lamb."
"I see." Adam's expression darkened. "You have my sympathies."
"Don't need them." She replied. "I killed him."
Lucas squeezed Chloe's shoulders. "I'll wait to find out about how your conversation with Sam went before I make any plans. How's that?"
Chloe nodded. "I don't really see how it will make much of a difference now, but thank you." She reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm glad you're alive."
"It does have its good days." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before letting go and turning to Adam. "Let's go."
Adam sent her an intrigued look before nodding, the both of them leaving the office.
Chloe sighed, gaze going back to her phone when it rung once more. "Sam..."
"I'll pick you up." His voice was blank. "It's a school night. You shouldn't be out. I've got your stuff. Tell me where to come and get you."
"Fine." She bit the inside of her mouth to keep the pleasure of his insistence out of her tone. "I'm in Edge City. A nightclub called Jaguar's Den."
"Edge City?" Sam growled before taking in a deep breath. "Fine. Give me directions."
It annoyed Sam that the moment he arrived at the shady little nightclub he'd been ushered in without hassle. Obviously they'd known he was coming, his description, and that meant that not only was Chloe a frequent patron of this seedy little dive but she knew the people here well enough to have the bouncers let her friends in without waiting. He wasn't dressed for this type of scene and felt horribly out of place, never having been the partying type of person. He didn't like bars, didn't trust the sort of people that frequented these places, and to be honest every time he came into one he felt murderous.
It didn't help that the last two times he'd entered a place like this it had been to get Chloe.
He remembered how when she'd reappeared that he'd come to find her in the seedy little watering hole the shit town he was in boasted of, remembered her working her mental mojo to scam some asshole out of free drinks.
Sam had wanted to kill the man.
Those feelings were returning tenfold as Chloe's laughter reached him and he found her sitting on the counter at the bar, flirting with some dickhead who was leaning too close to her. There were a flock of men surrounding her in a half-crescent, but unlike the last time he'd been in this situation Sam could tell somehow that she wasn't using her Jedi Mind Tricks on them. Oh, they were a little drunk, yes, but they didn't display that slight zombiness that her victims usually did. They were alert. And intent. On her.
And she was egging them on.
Her clothes alone were indecent.
It was one of the things he hated Lex for doing her.
When she'd left them she was always wearing long skirts and long-sleeved shirts and yet now what she wore was whorish.
And her attitude-.
It seemed almost like The Bitch and yet not as strong.
His eyes narrowed.
She couldn't have gotten her hands on some red k...right?
"So, I finally meet the famous Sam Winchester I've heard so much about." A voice to his right drawled.
Sam turned to see a slightly shorter man with similar coloring to him leaning against the wall, a beer in hand. "You're the guy who answered Chloe's phone."
"Ten points to Kansas." The man praised with a smirk, taking a sip of his beer before his gaze went to Chloe. "I know you think you're protecting her, being her good older brother and taking care of her, but you're just hurting her more man."
Sam's fists clenched.
"She's ripe man." The nameless stranger declared, eyes on her. "She's so close to the Fever she's sending out pheromones like crazy. You can almost see them radiating from her pores and surrounding her in a golden mist."
Sam realized that this man knew what Chloe was, what had been done to her, and that meant he somehow knew Lex and Mercy. And Lionel. It made Sam like him even less. "Who are you?"
"I'm the one who's supposed to scratch this itch of hers. We were each other's designated breeding partners." The man couldn't have rattled Sam more if he'd punched him. "Neither of us are stupid enough to actually follow protocol of course, but it means I get what she's going through better than anyone else and I'm telling you, you're fucking her up."
Where did he get off telling Sam that he was hurting Chloe?
All Sam had ever done had been to try and protect her!
"Back off, okay?" There was an air of menace despite the smile on the man's face. "She doesn't deserve entering the Frenzy still a virgin. She should at least have one decent thing happen to her in her fucked up life."
It occurred to Sam then and there that this man truly thought he was protecting Chloe by ordering him to back away. "She's not just some experiment. She's human."
"Fuck that, she's not human, they made sure of that." The man sneered, shaking his head, taking a long gulp of his drink. "You need to get it around your head, ginormo, that Chloe's not some little human girl. She's reached breeding age and her body is sending signals left right and center that it's ready. Every guy here's picking up on those signals and the quicker she finds one to fuck on her own terms the better." He took another long gulp. "She's got days at best."
Sam felt coldness enter her. "Until what?"
"Until it rains lollipops..." The man gave him a disgusted glare. "What do you think man? The Fever! She's on the borders as it is."
He felt sucker punched. "What happens if she goes into heat as a virgin?"
The man gave him a long look before sighing. "Those girls were designed to breed whether they wanted to or not." He gave Sam a long look. "It's called a Frenzy for a reason. There's a high chance of intense tearing, internal injuries, not to mention her body could go into shock." He made a face. "And should the Fever start while she's out and without a fixed breeding partner..." he flinched, going paler. "I've seen the case files of the ones they experimented on before Chloe. Some of those women..." he looked sick. "They were unfortunate to enter estrus while having no fixed breeding partner and in a populated area. Many of them had so many partners in one night that they-." He growled, eyes darkening. "I will not let that happen to that kid. Lionel fucking ruined everything else for her. I won't let him take this from her as well."
The insinuations in that conversation left Sam sick and horrified. He could understand this man's fear, especially as his gaze went to Chloe surrounded by those men. If this was what it was like when she was bordering the Frenzy, he could imagine how it would be once it hit. The men would continue to be drawn in one after the other after the other and both Chloe and this man had basically told Sam that she'd be desperate and her body would force her to accept any sexual advances given.
Terror filled Sam at the thought of her entering heat while in this seedy little joint.
The men here-there were so many-they would-!
"She doesn't belong in your world, Sam Winchester, and she's beginning to realize it." The man finished his beer. "If you really care about her, you'll realize this too and let her go."
With that he turned and walked away.