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The New Circle 63/? 
15th-Jul-2013 12:13 am
The Secret Circle Part Three smaller

Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, Pete Ross, Lana Lang, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Nell Potter, John Blackwell, Gabe Sullivan, Lex Luthor, Davis Bloome, Jason Teague, Tess Mercer, Oliver Queen, Patricia Swan...
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe Sullivan had a normal-ish life before the circle and John Blackwell turned her life upside down and gave new meaning to the unexplained weirdness that goes on in Smallville. Now life's a witch, she's a part of a circle she's not too sure she wants to be bound to, and not only do they have to worry about Witch-Hunters, but unknowingly to them another circle is on the hunt too.
Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!

Waking up with a groan, Chloe rolled over on the bed and gazed down at the inflatable bed on the floor where Adam was snoring, his head resting on a pillow and body wrapped up in a snug blanket. They'd made the move to the house they were renting, but since there were only enough rooms for Chloe and the teens under her care, Adam was still sleeping in her bedroom, the blonde still highly self-conscious about having a male roommate, but she'd laid down some ground rules and so far things seemed to be working out fine. Plus, Adam was stuck with her because of her father so Chloe figured she wasn't the one with the roughest part of the deal. She now found her days filled with schoolwork, evenings filled with trying to referee the five teenagers under her (now legal!) care, and nights spent in bed going through the Balcoin Book of spells trying to find a counter-spell on the Desolate Existence spell.

It was a little comical book-wise because she'd at first thought it to be very small but when she'd finally brought the book to her home so she could read it at nights and had opened the book (which had required a drop of her blood), it'd then transformed into a monstrosity of a book that was so heavy she found it hard to pick up sometimes and holding it for more than a few minutes really began to strain her arms. Also, there seemed to be a million pages at least and no one had thought to leave a couple of pages in front blank for a table of content, so Chloe was forced to go through each page, reading everything there. On one hand, she was learning more about magic and spells and the Balcoin heritage. On the other hand, it might take her forever to find the spell that'd been cast on Adam and how to reverse it.

Until then, he was a guest in her home (the others treating him like the family pet-ghost) and Adam slowly started to become visible (to Chloe) more and more often. Lately, he hardly ever vanished anymore and was able to interact with solid objects more and more without them tiring him into become bodiless energy. He was obviously enjoying this and Chloe had seen the shock and touched feeling on his face when Diana had bought a dry erase board and markers so he could write on it if he needed anything or just wanted to talk.

Since the others couldn't hear him, everyone had taken to asking him questions and waiting for him to slowly write out the answer on the board they'd secured to the wall. And if he wasn't around, they'd merely write the question on the board and whenever he came across it, Adam would write down his response.

It was an odd way to live, but it seemed to be working.

Adam grumbled in his sleep, scrunched up his nose, and turned.

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip to keep from laughing as she shook her head, reaching for her phone to check the time in the darkness. It was still a couple of hours before she'd have to get up and make sure the others were getting ready for school, but there was a message from Marx and she scrolled down with a frown as he admitted that his lead in the search he was conducting for Byron Moore hadn't been fruitful, but that he'd heard some "rumors" and was going to check in on them and see whether they led to anything.

She hadn't had any other dreams with Byron, but that didn't mean that she'd forgotten about him, not even with everything that was going on. She was going to find him, no matter what.

Sighing, Chloe sat up, staring at the background of her cellular, which was a picture of her and her father. "Hi, daddy." Running her finger over the image, Chloe took in a deep breath before frowning when she heard a noise downstairs.

Slipping out of the bed, Chloe tiptoed towards the door and exited her bedroom, listening for the sounds and hearing it below, around the living room. Considering that she had to fight with each and every one of the people living under this roof to get up every morning, the thought that it might be one of them was ridiculous, the blonde narrowing her eyes as she made her way down the stairs as silently as she could. She clenched her fists, magic visibly swirling around them like purple and black shadows, the blonde on the alert, her family having had too many attacks for her to allow herself to be caught unaware.

Before any of this had started, if Chloe had thought her house was being broken into, she'd have called the police, but the blonde didn't even consider that now as she rounded the corner, seeing a shadow moving in the darkness of the room. She narrowed her eyes, flipped on the light and flooded them with momentarily blinding light, her palm outstretched towards the intruder, eyes widening in shock when she saw who it was.

"What are you doing here?"

Van gave her a sheepish smile, closing the window he'd managed to wedge open and enter through. "I, uh, need to ask you something."

"And this couldn't wait until, I don't know, when we'd see each other in school in a couple of hours?" Chloe wanted to know, lowering her hands and giving a little sigh.

Van eyed her hands thoughtfully before he licked his lips and came forward. "Since werewolves exist – do incubi?"

Completely floored by the question, Chloe leaned hard against the wall. "Come again?"

"I had the weirdest thing happen tonight – or I guess last night since it happened around eleven and it's what, five in the morning?"

"Three." She leveled him with a glare for that.

He didn't seem to notice it. "Thing is, Dawn came to see me and while I was trying to get away from her, she said something that I couldn't walk away from." He made a face. "She said that she didn't want to be with Brent and that she had moments of clarity where she was so disgusted, but then that something would come over her, like a haze, and while her mind kept screaming that she didn't want to do something – her body did it almost as if she had no control over herself." He took in a deep breath. "I would have probably just told her that that was the lamest excuse ever if I hadn't actually seen it happen." Van came closer. "Chloe, one minute she's trying to convince me about all this and that she needs help – and then the next she's smiling brightly, telling me how Brent was so wonderful and how she was so lucky he loved her, and then she walked away. That's not normal." He reached out and placed his hands on Chloe's shoulder. "I think Brent Greene is an Incubus who is using his sexual powers against Dawn. I think she's a victim."

Chloe stared up at Van with a frown before taking in a breath. "I don't think he's an Incubus, Van. If he was, everyone would be attracted to him, even you."

Van made a face at the very thought. "Then what-?" His eyes widened. "Is he a werewolf too? Is this an animal magnetism thing? Does he think she's his mate and-?"

The girl reached up and covered his mouth with her hand. "I doubt Brent's a werewolf." She took in a deep breath. "But what you're saying sounds... fishy." The blonde let her hand fall from Van's mouth. "I'll look into it."

Van stared down at her and smiled. "Thanks, I-" He took in a deep breath. "Thanks."

"If you wanna crash on the couch until morning, fine by me." Chloe motioned to said couch. "But as for me, I am going to go back and sleep. Okay?"

Van grinned. "Thanks, but I should probably be heading back to my own place."

"Fine, just be careful on the roads at this time in the morning." Chloe made to leave.

Van chuckled. "You've become a regular mother."

Pouting, Chloe flipped the lights off, walking away.

There was silence, and then Van's voice was soft as he asked, "What were the shadows around your hands earlier?"

Chloe froze, standing with her back to him.

Van cleared his throat. "That's not a werewolf thing, is it?"

"Van," Chloe took in a deep breath as she turned to him, "I'm not a werewolf. I've told you this already."

He stood in the darkness watching her silently, licking his lips. "But you're not a normal human either, are you?"

She shook her head slowly.

Van eyed her in the darkness before slowly shaking his head. "Okay."

Her eyes widened. "Okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Van nodded with a little shrug. "See you later in school, and sorry for breaking into your home and everything. I just didn't want to speak about this where we could be overheard."

He turned to leave.

"Van?" She took a step towards him, conflicted. "Is this really okay with you?"

"Not really." Van let out a little sigh as he turned to face her once more. "I was really psyched thinking you were a werewolf. I'm really disappointed right now."

Chloe heard a sound and it took her a second to realize she'd let out a little relieved bark of laughter. "You're disappointed?"

"Yeah." Van made a face. "Do you know how cool werewolves are? And the thought that I knew a covert, teenaged werewolf pack – well – yeah. I felt like I was Stiles, you know, the only human in on the wolf secret?"

"Huh?" She was totally confused.

"You don't even watch Teen Wolf?" Van looked even more disappointed as he shook his head and reopened the window. "Shame on you, seriously."

"Aren't you going to ask what I am?" Chloe asked as he was about to climb out.

Van thought about it for a second before shaking his head. "Nah. No matter what it is, no way is it cooler than werewolf." And with that he climbed out and closed the window behind him, gone.

Chloe stared at the window, her magic locking it and making sure the others were locked as well, before she chuckled and shook her head, lips curling.

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Jason knew he should be paying more attention to what was happening on the field during the early morning practice. The boys were working hard so that they could carry their winning streak into tonight's game and Jason knew they deserved his complete attention, and yet he kept finding his gaze going towards the bleachers. He hadn't really seen her in two weeks, all of his attention divided between keeping an eye on the boys at school and keeping an eye on his parents at home. The only time he was able to see Chloe now was during PE, since he'd taken over PE from the burly Ms Leslie – who had surprised the whole school (and town) but not actually being a lesbian and getting knocked up, leaving her job the second she found out she was pregnant at the behest of her boyfriend, who could pass for a Calvin Klein model.

Even during the PE sessions though, Jason hadn't really had much interaction with Chloe other than a "hello", finding himself surrounded by teenaged boys asking questions on technique and teenaged girls asking if he'd found a girlfriend yet (and if he was looking for one). Chloe kept to herself, wasn't a star in PE and yet did well enough that she didn't need constant help, and other than that "hello" and an awkward smile if he caught her eye, she didn't talk to him and stayed her distance.

Jason knew that he was the one who'd said they should have some distance between them, but damn it, it was irritating him! Especially as he cast a glance back towards the bleachers, eyeing the girl and wondering what she was doing at the practice. She'd never come to watch before so why exactly was she here? Had something happened?

Oh, he hoped not. No one knew the details, especially since ever since the attack Chloe and her own had kept more to themselves than ever, but Jason knew for a fact that Chloe's mother had killed her father, and if the still healing scars on the blonde's shoulders had anything to say about it, Moira had tried killing Chloe as well. Coupled with the fact that Moira had mysteriously disappeared, everyone in Luthor Manor surmised that Moira had gone rogue, killed Gabe, tried to kill Chloe, and the blonde had had to kill her and dispose of the body.

All throughout the funeral, Jason had been unable to look from the pale girl with the dark circles under her haunted, empty eyes. He'd wanted to go to her, to say something, but he'd held back because Lex was right. No matter how cold and heartless it seemed to pull away during this time, it was the best for both Chloe and themselves and for now, they'd have to keep their distance. Two weeks might have passed without anything from their parents, but the younger generation knew that Lionel and his group were planning something. They just needed to figure out what it was.

"Okay! That's a wrap!" Jason called to the boys. "Come on back!"

"Good morning."

Jason jumped, eyes wide as he turned to see that Chloe had made her way from the bleachers to his side, staring at the players. "Hey." He cleared his throat. "H-how are you? I, uh, I wanted to, but, you know-"

"Don't worry, I get it." She sent him a sad little smile, looking away, before an odd glint appeared in her eyes as her smile changed. "See you later, Coach." With that, and a little wave to Whitney (who'd just noticed her), Chloe beelined to someone Jason wouldn't have expected, stopping in front of Brent Greene (who'd returned from his suspension) of all people, her back to Jason so he couldn't see her face.

Brent's eyes widened in surprise before grinning, obviously trying to be a Casanova.

Chloe was probably about to smack him any second now for whatever it is that he'd done that'd made her-

Jason's eyes widened as Chloe drew closer, running her fingers over Brent's chest.

Brent's grin became a leer as he moved even closer, straightening her shirt just to get an excuse to touch her.

Jason reached out and grabbed Whitney, who'd been staring at the two in confused horror, yanking the boy towards him as he glared at the two flirting teenagers. "Explain. Now."

"Coach, I am right there with you on this whole thing." Whitney seemed genuinely confused and a bit disgusted, unable to take his gaze off of them, much like Jason. "I don't have a clue what's going on here." He shook her head. "She texted me asking if we were going to be practicing in the morning since the game's tonight, and I said yes. That's all I know."

Chloe reached out to brush Brent's hair from his face, her touch lingering as she leaned closely to whisper something.

Brent's leer was salacious as he nodded, mouthing: "Fuck yeah!"

With that, Chloe backed away, waving at the boy before turning around and grinning broadly as she sauntered away, not even giving Jason or Whitney another look.

Jason's grip on Whitney's shoulder-pads tightened as he watched her go, a muscle jumping in his cheek as his hazels (now greener) turned to where Brent and his friends were high-fiving each other, walking passed them.

"Seriously?" One sniggered. "Chloe Sullivan wants you to stay behind after school so you two can have an... interview?"

"She was so hot for my jock, it was awesome!" Brent grinned brightly. "I always knew that beneath that tough, rigid exterior, she was feisty pussy waiting to be stroked by the right person."

"Are you going to bang her in the Luthor Torch offices?" The other friend asked, eyes wide. "And what about Dawn?"

"What about her? She'll stay with me no matter what I do – or who I do." Brent grinned as he passed Jason and Whitney, heading towards the school. "And I'm going to do Chloe Sullivan."

The hell he was.

"Yeah, Coach." Whitney cleared his throat, eyes narrowed on Brent's back. "Still right there with you."

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Cassie Blake hated moving, hated being the new girl, hated being the topic of conversation, but at least this time she wasn't the only one. Diana, Mikhail, Lucas and Faye were all new to Luthor Academy and Smallville and got just as much gossip spread about them as she did. They were all in her grade as well, which meant that Cassie really shouldn't have felt as alone as she did, but she did.

Diana – Cassie couldn't even look at the girl who'd once been her best friend, without wanting to scratch her eyeballs out and yank at her hair. It pained her how their friendship had deteriorated so spectacularly, but that was just how it was and she figured that they would never be like they'd been in Chance Harbor before everything went to hell.

Faye – Cassie didn't know why the hell she was here in the first place and she couldn't get why Mrs Chamberlain would just allow Faye to move away like that, to transfer to another school in the middle of the school year, and was so okay with it, she sent Chloe money to pay for Faye's expenses. Whatever. At least ever since she'd moved in, Faye hadn't been as conflictive with Cassie as she'd always been before, the girl actually having caught the brunette watching her with a disturbed expression a couple of times. To be truthful, Cassie didn't care whatever it was that had Faye backed off her case, as long as she stopped picking arguments all the time, the blonde was fine with the new dynamic to their interactions.

Mikhail – Cassie had no doubt that if Mikhail could have his way, Diana and she would be dead and buried. He wasn't openly hostile – most of the time – but he and Lucas stayed apart on their own, and he didn't interact with her or Diana more than he had to. He traded flirtations with Faye, but neither of them seemed truly that interested, and the only one Mikhail truly seemed to confide in was Lucas. And yet the only one Cassie felt like Mikhail truly tried to appease, was Chloe, even though Cassie doubted Mikhail even realized what he was doing.

Lucas – Cassie didn't know what to think about him. He flirted with every girl in the house, was a smart-mouth with Mikhail, Greg and Whitney (the last two basically spent every waking moment at the house) and yet he too remained apart from the others. He'd disappear sometimes for hours to Edge City where apparently Mikhail and he had a warehouse and minions waiting on their every word.


Cassie sighed.

She had so many conflicting feelings about her eldest sibling! There'd been interest because of the shared dreams – resentment and wariness due to her magic – and resentment because Diana had chosen her instead of Cassie. At one point, she'd gotten very close to hating the other girl, and yet here she was, living with Chloe under her roof and going to school with her. Cassie hadn't even fought when Chloe had told her she was moving in and Cassie wasn't the type of person to just do what she was told. And yet she had.

The petite blonde leaned against the wall, deep in thought, ignoring the students passing in front of her.

She'd been in a murderous rage – she'd felt righteous anger – and she still felt sometimes like she needed to find Charles and kill him... but she'd lose what she had now if she did that, and it always stopped her impulse. The girl knew she wasn't living a Brady Bunch movie and every single person living under Chloe's house had a beef with the other person there. They always somehow rubbed each other the wrong way and yet, other than some arguments, there hadn't been any major friction. Why? Because despite everything, Chloe had offered them something they all had needed desperately – whether they'd wanted to admit it or not – whether they'd realized it or not.





And Cassie knew that it could not be easy on Chloe, who was constantly refereeing between everyone, making sure they were doing their best academically – trying to be a soccer mom to kids who were only approximately a year younger than her. Chloe really had no reason to do what she was doing. She could have just allowed her uncle to take her away with the excuse that she really hadn't had a choice – but instead she'd taken in a bunch of strangers with issues the size of Mount Rushmore. And Cassie – she couldn't help but respect that.

Almost as if she'd known she was being thought about, Chloe appeared through the throng, laughing at something Greg was telling her, the two of them walking the halls together and ignoring everyone else around them.

Whitney and Greg were almost always around, both at home and in school, the two the only official members of Chloe's Circle. One was her Hand and the other was just as useful as a TouchSight. They shared a relationship with Chloe that Cassie knew she wasn't the only one who envied. Chloe wasn't forced to take care of Whitney and Greg, to be with them, family and responsibility didn't have her reaching out and playing with Greg's hair affectionately. No. She was with them because she wanted to. Nothing else.

Chloe's gaze fell on Cassie and she hesitated for a second before smiling and giving a little wave.

Cassie flinched, standing straighter, giving a little wave back, annoyed that she'd been caught staring, deep in thought.

Chloe and Greg made a beeline towards Cassie, the oldest Balcoin eyeing her curiously. "You okay, Cass?"

Cass. It was weird hearing a pet name like that.

"Yeah, just getting to my next class." Cassie made a little face. "I hate Geography."

"Well, it's the last class for the day so at least there's a silver lining!" Chloe placed her hand on Cassie's shoulder and gave her a little squeeze, obviously trying for comforting. "Before I forget – I have to stay back late so I've asked Whitney to take you, Diana and Faye home before he goes to get ready for the game. Lucas and Mikhail are going to be going to Edge City for a couple of hours so you girls will have the house all to yourselves."

Cassie almost didn't hear, concentrating on the feel of cooling, calming magic that seemed to seep out of Chloe into her every time they touched. It was obvious that the girl didn't feel it, didn't realize what was going on, but there was some definitely strong mojo at work in her body and whenever she touched one of them, especially her family, Cassie had been able to see the way that their features relaxed and their tension, anger, resentment melted away into contentedness.

The girl had always thought that Balcoins were pure evil and the thought of Chloe having so much dark magic in her had made her wary, sure that Chloe would end up being the next Francis Balcoin – and yet Chloe's touch was healing. Sometimes Cassie just wanted to reach out and find an excuse to touch her so she could feel it again – the feeling of not being alone and terrified and hurt and scared and so sad. With each little touch, Cassie could feel herself healing, could feel herself slowly becoming the Cassie she'd been while her mother was alive – the Cassie she'd been when she could actually stand herself.

And by the gods – she wanted to be that Cassie again!

"I'll stay behind and help." Cassie gave Chloe a little awkward smile when she realized that she was waiting on some sort of answer. "Are you doing something for the Luthor Torch?"

"Well, I have an... interview... to do and I also promised Mrs Harmon I'd do another piece on the progress of the play." Chloe made a face. "She especially wants pictures with the leads and seriously wants promotion for the play since it'll be the first one we've ever thrown."

"Why don't I stay behind and do the part on the play so you can just concentrate on this interview?" Cassie jumped at the idea, not wanting to be stuck in Whitney's truck and then at the house with Diana and Faye if Chloe wasn't around to keep at bay the awkward silence. "You can meet me by the auditorium after you're done. I can give you what I got and we can go back home."

Chloe's eyes widened as she grinned, the healing, cooling, refreshing feeling growing stronger. "You'd do that?"

"Sure." Cassie managed a real smile as she nodded.

Chloe grinned. "That would be great. Thanks, Cass."

After John's death, Cassie had childishly clung to Diana, terrified at being completely alone, had begged her to stay, and Diana had left. And yet this girl, who'd been a near stranger with whom Cassie hadn't had any sort of friendship with (whom Cassie had tried to seriously injure not two seconds earlier), had pulled Cassie close while she'd been in her darkest place, had held on tightly and hadn't given Cassie a choice to be alone. She'd claimed Cassie as kin and told her the words she'd so desperately needed to hear from someone: You're not alone. You have me.

Cassie's smile grew slightly as her blues met Chloe's greens, realizing no matter how awkward and uncomfortable the house could be when Chloe wasn't around, moments like this made it worthwhile.

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Chloe wasn't exactly sure how to do this. She'd promised Van she was going to get information out of Brent, and while she figured the Enthrallment would be the best way to it, she was a little wary about using it on him because she wasn't exactly sure what he was. He could be a witch. He could be a Dabbler. He could even be an Incubus for all she knew (despite the fact that she seriously doubted it because he didn't attract her in the least bit). Hell. Maybe Van was right and Brent was a damned werewolf with "animal magnetism". The fact was that Chloe didn't know what he was or how he was doing whatever he was doing (if he was doing anything at all – Dawn could be messing with Van's head!).

There was a knock on the door.

Chloe quickly positioned herself provocatively, leaning against the table. "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Jason Teague, who froze in the doorway when he saw how she was positioned.

The blonde sighed, disappointed and a little embarrassed, straightening once more. "Whitney's not here. He's taking Diana and Faye home and he'll be back in time to get on the bus. Don't worry."

"No, I, uh." Jason cleared his throat. "I wanted to – talk – to you for a second."

"Does it have to be right now?" She wanted to talk to Jason, but this was important, and she'd promised Van.

"Oh, uh, do you have something else you need to do?" he asked oddly.

"Coach!" Brent grinned behind him. "What's up?"

Jason pulled away to look behind him at the guy. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for the game?"

"Will do Coach, just, uh-" His gaze went to Chloe, who'd repositioned herself leaning seductively against the table. "Going to have a lil – something. You know what I mean." He patted Jason's arm as he shouldered passed him into the room, grinning at Chloe. "I'm here for my close-up."

"Well I-" Jason started.

"We'll continue this talk tomorrow, Coach." Chloe smiled at him before turning her gaze on Brent. "Hey."

"Hi." He grinned.

Jason just stared between them before he closed the door none too gently.

"Sit." Chloe ignored the way her stomach flopped nauseatingly at the realization that Jason thought she'd totally blown him off for Brent Greene of all people, but this was important and she wasn't about to get out of character.

Brent shook his finger into her face as he drew nearer, reaching around her and pulling her close into him. "We both know why I'm here."

Chloe stared up into his face before reaching up and pressing her lips to his. As his grip on her tightened, his lips moving against hers, Chloe purposely tried pushing the Enthrallment inside of him, feeling the magic slowly sliding up the inside of her throat as she kissed Brent, yanking him close, opening her mouth to his kiss. The magic slithered from her lips into his, sliding its way down his throat, and while Chloe would usually stop there, she pressed on because she didn't know what he was or how much she'd need for it to take hold. It was only when he cupped her butt and squeezed hard that she gasped and pulled away, pushing him from her as she escaped his hold, wiping at her mouth.

Brent turned towards her, a tail of pink magic disappearing into his mouth as he smiled happily at her. "I love you so much."

"Oh thank god." She let out a breath of relief that it'd actually worked this time, the blonde collapsing onto her seat.

Brent fell to his knees and grabbed her hand, kissing it fervently.

Chloe made a face at him. "Uh, Brent?"

"Yes, my hottest of hot babes?" he whispered against her hand.

Chloe pulled her hand free. "About Dawn-"

"I don't love her!" Brent assured her. "And now that I have you, I'm going to let her go or just give her away to someone else because I don't need anyone but you."

"Give her to someone else?"

"When I mistakenly thought I wanted her – which I don't anymore, you're all I see – I told my grandfather and he shared the secret of how he got grandmother." Brent pressed kisses against her fingertips. "I thought it was stupid, you know? But I got desperate and tried it and it worked! I was going to make a business of it; get the guys who couldn't get girls any girl they wanted – it was why we were setting the cameras up so the guys could choose their girl."

Chloe pulled her hand away from him, disgusted.

"But I want you! Only you!" Brent was reading her all wrong, desperate.

"Whatever you've done to Dawn, stop it. Free her," Chloe hissed, standing.

"Of course, because I love you," Brent whispered, hurrying to the door. "I'll prove to you just how much I love you! Come to the game tonight and I'll prove it in front of the whole world!"

And with that, he was gone.

Chloe leaned against the table, taking in a deep breath, realizing she'd forgotten to ask him exactly what he'd done to Dawn but figured that she could find out later. The Enthrallment would probably last for a couple of days so she'd be able to get more out of Brent tomorrow.

If only she'd realized what a headache she could have saved herself from had she gone after Brent that very second...

15th-Jul-2013 05:24 am (UTC)
Poor Chloe... why do I see this ending very embarrassingly for her?

I like what's happening with Adam, can't wait until his curse is lifted. Especially because I want to know what the deal actually was.

How much longer is this going to be, do you think? 10 chapters? 20? 30? 50?

Anyway, can't wait for more!
17th-Jul-2013 12:01 am (UTC)
Because, BELIEVE ME, this is definitely going to be a night of embarrassment for the blondes.

MOST DEFINITELY not 50 more! lol But probably 10-20.
15th-Jul-2013 06:07 am (UTC)
god.. i*m happy chloes live seams normal again, well as normal as it could be...
thank you for the update... it was so much this time... YAY!!!
17th-Jul-2013 12:01 am (UTC)
Exactly! As normal as possible---no matter how remote that is!
You're very welcome! Thanks for the faithful reviews!
15th-Jul-2013 10:04 pm (UTC)
The messes Chloe gets into because of her friends.

It's good to see that Cassie is opening herself more to Chloe. And love how everyone is interacting with Adam.

Can't wait for more
17th-Jul-2013 12:02 am (UTC)
Oh, the mess will only get worse tonight!
16th-Jul-2013 07:12 am (UTC)
Chloe has so much on her shoulders.
Maybe one of her harem could rub the for her :)

Can't wait to see what happens at the game.
17th-Jul-2013 12:02 am (UTC)
She does!
LOL! She SHOULD start charging for her services in back+foot rubs!
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