Title: The New CircleFandoms: Smallville/Secret CircleCharacters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain, Byron Moore...Rating: TDisclaimer: Don't own any original material used in the television series or artwork, they belong to their respective creators. I have merely tweaked them for my story.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.
Dark Byron lifted both Mikhail and Lucas by their throats and brought their heads together hard before throwing them against the wall.
Cassie was bent over, groaning, holding her ribs.
Diana held her hands out to Byron, a dark bruise forming on her cheek as the girl tried to calm him down but had little success. She just hoped that Faye could get to Chloe and bring her down quickly because Chloe seemed to be the only one who was able to get through to him when he went Dark.
Byron stormed towards her, his nails seeming to grow like claws as he reached for her.
"Byron, stop!" Chloe yelled, her youngest brother freezing.
"I don't know what happened." Faye was behind her. "He just started going insane and-!"
Byron turned towards Chloe, snarling.
Chloe kept his gaze in hers as she took the last couple of steps down into the basement, walking slowly towards Byron.
Byron's black eyes widened as he whimpered, pulling back, turning away from her and crouching down, curling into himself like a scared dog.
"Byron..." Chloe reached his side and bent on her knees, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Byron, it's me. What happened?"
"It... It hurts..." His voice was distorted, pained. "Make it stop. Make it stop!"
Chloe wrapped her arms around his large frame, resting her cheek against Byron's back as she closed her eyes. "It's going to be alright, Byron. Just calm down. Please, calm down."
Lucas and Mikhail groaned, sitting up from the floor, holding their heads as their gazes went to Chloe.
Byron turned rapidly, the movement shocking Chloe into falling on her butt on the cold floor as he wrapped his arms around her. The boy hid his face in her shirt as he seemed to wrap his trembling body around her. Those abnormal muscles were rippling, his veins throbbing, his hold on her tight… and yet it was obvious that, while he was in agony, he was trying not to hurt her.
Chloe softly caressed Byron's hair as she hummed, gaze going silently to the others in question.
Lucas nodded that he was fine.
So did Mikhail.
Cassie merely sat down, leaning hard against the wall as she winced, still holding her side.
Diana's dark eyes were on Byron in worry, nibbling her bottom lip. His attacks were getting worse and worse and while she wanted to keep positive, it was getting harder to do so. It made her feel to impotent to be unable to help him. She was scared they were slowly losing him, and they'd only just found him.
Faye sat down on the bottom step, leaning her head against the railing with Adam sitting a couple of steps above.
"So... rry..." Byron's voice trembled as he cried, his body still rippling. "It... hurts... so badly..."
Chloe closed her eyes against the pain in his voice, cradling his head as she pressed a kiss to his dark locks, mothering him and soothing his hurt like she did with each and every one of them. Diana didn't think Chloe even realized that she did it, but the girl had a special way about her, a special touch. Even though all she did was sit on the floor and hold Byron tightly, crying softly over him as Byron cried into her lap as this sickness wrecked havoc with his body, Diana knew that it would be enough. It would help. Finally, they could see his body relaxing, the shift disappearing as his body returned to normal. They could see Byron go limp against Chloe, the boy somehow managing to fall asleep.
"I heard him destroying things, growling." Mikhail sighed, voice low. "We thought we could maybe talk him down. There's no sunlight, it isn't even morning – but he overpowered us."
"And us when we came down." Diana sent Cassie and Faye a look.
"I'm surprised you could sleep through it," Cassie whispered.
Chloe lowered her head. "I'd taken a sleeping pill – I haven't been sleeping well."
"It's a good thing I came to get you, then," Faye interjected. "Or he would have pulled someone apart."
"What happened to him?" Diana asked softly.
"The sickness is getting worse," Adam declared from above.
Chloe nodded her agreement, sighing as she continued to caress Byron's hair. "His sickness is getting stronger." She ran her free hand over her face. "I need to find a way to help him. I promised him I'd help him and yet so far I've been useless."
"Chloe, you're doing the best you can." Diana frowned as she realized that Chloe blamed herself for this. "You're trying."
"Obviously not hard enough." The Firstborn sighed, gaze lowering to her youngest brother. "I bet John would have known how to help him."
Mikhail snorted. "Would it have been to his advantage to cure him?" When he noticed the looks he was getting for that, he looked away, uncomfortable. "In this state, Byron is less susceptible to magic; most of our spells didn't faze him. If dad had known about that, he might have wanted to keep him that way as a warrior."
Cassie and Diana shared a look. They'd known John Balcoin for a little time only, but from that amount of time, they agreed with that. John Balcoin would most probably have preferred to keep Byron as he was.
Lucas seemed highly uncomfortable.
Faye, as always, never had a problem speaking what was on her mind. "Your dad was a real dick."
"No, he – he had his reasons for everything he did." Mikhail shrugged, looking away, still trying to be faithful to the man who'd raised him. "Even if they seemed a bit questionable."
Chloe's gaze lowered to Byron and he slowly levitated into the air, still sleeping, the blonde steering him back into bed, pulling the sheets around him as she sighed, staring into his now normal face and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. She then turned to the others and motioned for them to go up, the blonde following up after them, leaving the dim lights on because, after everything he'd gone through, Byron had an aversion to complete darkness.
Once upstairs, true to her nature, Chloe tended to their bumps and bruises.
Diana felt as if she'd been slapped hard against the face as her deepest fear had been echoed by Mikhail of all people. She'd asked him that once, if there wasn't a chance that maybe John wasn't trying as hard as he could to find a cure for their brother's situation because of how 'useful' his curse was, and Mikhail had chewed her out for it. But obviously he'd been wondering the exact same thing. Maybe the fact that Byron wasn't cured yet was because John didn't wanthim to be cured yet, and that made her furious because Byron was getting sicker and sicker!
He was getting to the degree that, just like in this other side, the nights weren't completely safe anymore and sometimes his Dark side came out as well! It was as if it was slowly taking over, and if that happened, what would happen to her brother? The real Byron?
The one that wasn't the warrior that was so useful to John Balcoin and his war?
The brunette gasped as her dark eyes opened to find Byron standing over her, her younger brother staring down at her in worry. "What – what happened?"
"Your necklace started glowing and you just fainted." Byron pressed his hand to her forehead in worry. "Are you okay?"
"My necklace?" Diana whispered, eyes wide as she remembered the fact that in these 'dreams' she wasn't the one who wore the necklace. "Byron…"
"What?" He helped her to her feet.
"I know what I'm going to say is impossible," Diana stared up into his eyes urgently, "but what if my dreams aren't just dreams?"
"What?" Byron stared at her in confusion before the room shook, dust cascading down on them as a roar echoed throughout the sky. "There's no time, we have to evacuate. They've found us."
Diana's eyes widened. "No."
Byron grabbed her arm and began running, dragging his sister throughout the once safe Balcoin safe-house as all around them, Draconian roars and magical explosions rocked the night.
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When she awoke, she was floating in warm water and there was someone leaning over her, fingers pressed hard against her jaw and forcing her mouth open to place some deep pink flowers inside. In her haze, she could make out a distant voice telling her to chew, and she did, confused, the girl tasting the lemony sweet flavor in her mouth before swallowing and coughing as she shot up and found her footing. The water of what appeared to be some sort of inner-cave lagoon reached her to her waist, and Chloe could easily stand as she coughed loudly, holding her stomach.
"There you go," a soft voice soothed as she rubbed her back. "Breathe in and out. You're okay now."
Chloe stared down at her blood-drenched clothes, at the wound slowly yet visibly healing in her chest, her memories coming back to her like a whip, and it was all she could do not to panic as she looked around her in confusion. "Why am I still here?"
"You didn't fight it, you were a willing sacrifice," Vika Balcoin responded softly as she continued to rub her back. "There's always a fringe benefit to that."
Chloe sent her a sideways look. "What sort of fringe benefit?"
"You're still here, aren't you?" Vika asked.
Chloe narrowed her eyes.
Vika took in a deep breath as she licked her lips. "You've been erased, Chloe, but your subconscious was imprinted into this Cave System."
"So I'm like… a Wisdom?" Chloe blinked.
"You're you, Chloe, but we're the only two people who know about you," Vika Balcoin responded. "For the rest of the world, Chloe Sullivan never existed. Because of that, they now have a fighting chance."
That was an incredible blow, but she took it in stride, the girl taking in a deep breath. "So I'm guessing that I can't leave this cave."
Vika shook her head. "You don't exist outside this cave, you're bound to it."
Chloe closed her eyes and waited for the panic attack she felt on the edges of to pass, before finally she opened her eyes once more and stared at the woman who'd killed her. "I'm going to some other part of the cave, one that doesn't have you in it."
Vika flinched and opened her mouth to say something, but by then, Chloe had already phased out of that particular cavern and appeared in another part of the cave.
She wondered if eternity would feel as endless as it sounded, but pushed the thought aside, because if Vika and her mother had been right, if her not being born meant that things outside this cave were better for those she loved, then it was worth it.