Title: The Enemy of My Enemy
Sequel to: Tinseltown Rumor Mill
Universe: Chloe & The Brothers Series
Pairings: MANY. Damn. Uhm. Main? Chlalvatore and Schlean; Lois/John; Lois/Alaric
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: The whole world now knows about vampires, and most of it has been compelled by Klaus, via the "coming out" broadcast. With the Salvatores and the Winchesters unable to see eye to eye on anything, Lois learning the way of the vampire hunter, and someone from the past returning to 'help', things are about to become crazy. And, of course, E!News is happily covering it all.
"You know, I was hoping I'd go unnoticed a little longer." Chloe chewed on a cookie and lay on the ground, propped up by a pillow as they watched E!News later that night. Lois had tipped them off that news of the blonde's return was all over Tinseltown-and it was. There were even pictures of Chloe and Lois' reunion, the two girls hugging tightly with Sam and Dean (still very recognizable despite the hoodies) smiling in the background. A report of Chloe and Lois spending the night at the apartment the brothers' shared was buzzing, the people who worked on E! sharing theories on what exactly was going on and what this meant. They also kept talking about Supernatural Diaries, Paranormal, and the new outing of vampires, speculating that this was the reason for Chloe's reappearance on Tinseltown.
Couldn't have been farther from the truth. Had Chloe known about the Originals outing the vampire race she probably would have arranged for a meeting far away from the limelight. It didn't matter that the world now knew about vampires, she still didn't want anyone to know about her vampirism, and the thought of it being discovered made her nauseas.
"I doubt you would have been able to keep yourself hidden for much longer anyone, you have no idea how much you were loved or how much interest your disappearance has garnered-especially after the bear massacre." Sam somehow made himself heard over Lois' loud snores as he sat on the sofa. "The fact that Lo joined our cast also was a big thing because many of the fans of Chloe & The Dead People believed it proved that you weren't coming back, which was why she was going ahead with her career."
"She got a lot of flak for that, lots of people said she'd sold out 'the real deal' to 'play' on television," Dean mumbled from his seat on the other side of the sofa. "And then there's the fact that she and dad can't decide whether they love or hate each other. This whole year hasn't been easy for her."
Chloe's gaze went to where her cousin was in an awkward position on the love seat, head tilted back, neck arched, and mouth wide open as she snored unabashedly.
"You guys have a lot of girl talk to get up to date with." Sam leaned back harder on the seat. "I tried to be there for her, to listen and support her despite the fact that she was complaining about my father, but I know that I was a poor substitute for you."
"We even tried to do that cook-to-heal shit on her insistence but considering the three of us can't cook… Well… It didn't work out." Dean snorted.
Chloe turned at that, glancing at the two men who'd not only kept her secret when she'd needed them, but had looked after the person she loved the most in the world when she couldn't. They hadn't needed to do that. They didn't have any reason to look for Chloe when she'd gone missing, to keep her secret when they'd found her, or to keep in contact to make sure she was fine. The Winchesters hadn't had to do half of the things they had for her, and yet they had. They'd put up with Damon's attitude and Lois' atrocious cooking, and so much more. For her.
Her heart clenched, and she couldn't help but smile tenderly at them as she acted on instinct, raising to her feet.
The movement seemed to surprise them as they straightened on the sofa, eyes on her, curious.
Walking towards the sofa, the blonde knelt on it between them and reached out with her arms, curling them around their necks as she brought the boys softly to her in a hug. "Thank you, for everything."
They were shocked for a moment before Sam slipped an arm around her waist and Dean rubbed her thigh.
Their heartbeats had grown faster, yet not in fear.
Breathing in their scent, Chloe pressed a kiss to Dean's cheek, and then to Sam's, before slipping away and going back to her previous position on the floor, curling around the pillow as her gaze returned to the television.
She could feel their gazes on her, but they didn't move, didn't do anything but watch her.
The blonde didn't realize she was sleepy until she woke up later on the sofa with the pillow under her head and a quilt over her, Lois having had one placed over her as well. Chloe smirked at her still snoring cousin as she stretched, sitting up and yawning, stomach growling in hunger. The clock read 2 in the morning, and in a couple of hours Sam and Dean would be getting up to start their daily exercising in their private gym.
Last night Perry and Martha, as well as Clark and Lana, had called Lois once they'd heard of Chloe's return via E!News, and Chloe had spoken to them on the phone. She's also had to make plans to meet up with them and talk. She knew that she had much to explain, and she wondered exactly just how much she should tell. With his abilities Clark would know something was different with her, but should she tell him everything?
Turning towards Lois, giving the sleeping brunette a look, Chloe headed towards the door, grabbing her shoes and putting them on as she went. Her hand hesitated over the handle, wondering if she should leave Sam, Dean and Lois a note to let them know that she was only going out to get something to eat. But considering that she'd probably be back before they woke up, a note didn't really make any sense and would only be a waste of time. Her fingers clasped around the doorknob.
Gasping, Chloe turned, shocked to find that Dean had somehow snuck up behind her during her moment of thought. "What are you doing still awake?"
"Figured you might wait till we were sleeping to leave," he replied pointblank.
Chloe sighed, eyeing him, realizing he had yet to forgive her for leaving town. "I'm hungry."
"You had blood before we came here." He frowned, folding his arms over his chest as he came closer. "Try again."
"I'm not, because I was telling you the truth the first time." Chloe narrowed her eyes as she took a step towards him. "I won't leave without saying goodbye next time. I promise."
"So you're planning on leaving again." He shook his head, expression dark.
"What do you want me to say, Dean?" Chloe hissed, not wanting to disturb Lois' sleep. "Because it seems that nothing I can say is the right answer for you!"
"It's hard to trust you when you haven't ever given us reason to," Dean hissed right back at her. "You run at the first sign of trouble, you ditch all those around you. And it's not the first time either. The only reason we met you is because you'd already ditched some colleagues you were working with whom you were having lovers' spats with and couldn't handle it so you booked it out of dodge!Yeah-Lois told us about that when she was really drunk and crying her eyes out on our sofa."
Chloe flinched, feeling as if she'd been slapped.
"And then you not only run out on me and Sam, but you ditch Lois as well!" Dean's fury was only now truly revealing itself as he closed the gap between them, glaring viciously at her. "And now that there was trouble in paradise you skipped out on Stefan and Damon as well!"
She took a step back, continuing to feel as if she was being punched over and over again.
"You're unreliable Chloe. You don't stick around when people need you the most. You run and make a new life for yourself and forget about your old one and the people in it who still love you." Dean bridged the gap once more, his orbs hazel fire. "That is why I'm still awake."
"Dean…" Chloe's gaze went to Lois. "Can we have this conversation somewhere else?"
"Fine." Grabbing her arm Dean yanked her behind him in the opposite direction of the door, taking her out through the winding corridor towards their personal gym. It was a good distance away from the rest of the apartment and sound proof so that should one of the brothers be unable to sleep, he could come here and work off his frustration, blasting his music, and not bother anyone else who might be around.
Allowing herself to be flung inside, Chloe turned towards Dean as he closed the door behind him. "Everything you've said is true."
"Damn straight it is," Dean snapped, leaning against the door, obviously giving her an obstacle should she try to escape again. "Do you even care at all?"
"Of course I do!" Now that she didn't have to worry about bothering Lois and Sam, Chloe snapped, throwing her hands in the air. "I know I was a bitch to everyone and that I'm weak and a coward and that I run! I know that! And unfortunately being a vampire enhances every single fault I have so I'm worse than I was before! I know it, Dean! And I'm sorry!" She deflated, reminding herself that she wasn't the victim here. "I'm so sorry. I should never have done what I did, to anyone! Not to Bruce and Ollie and the guys… nor to you and Sam and Lois… nor even to Stefan and Damon. I'm sorry! It's just a part of my nature! I'm like a terrified bird-at the first sign of danger I fly away! And it's wrong! And cowardly! And Inever fight for what I want because… I don't know…" She turned and growled, hands to her face. "Maybe it's a part of my genes? My mother left us when the going got tough, so maybe I'm just like her."
"Do not use that excuse," Dean snapped at her. "You are not your mother."
She turned to him at that, pulling her hands from her face. "Maybe I am."
"No, that's you using her as an excuse for your own choices," Dean replied, pushing away from the door and storming towards her, his face red with anger. "You need to stop running, to stop making excuses, and realize that you're not only hurting yourself but those around you!"
"Stop saying that!" He snapped, grabbing her arm and yanking her to him. "Stop saying it only because you feel guilty and think it'll help somehow!"
"I don't know what else to say!" She snarled, impotence, frustration, guilt, hurt, shame… All those emotions churned within her and were a deadly combination in a vampire, still she fought the urge to let her fangs appear. "All I can say is I fucked up and I'm sorry!"
"And yet you're still planning on leaving!" He was not backing down. "You're still planning on running away!"
"What do you want me to do? Stay here?" Chloe gave him a shove, hard enough for him to feel it yet not enough to push him across the room. "I'm a vampire, Dean! And I'm a new one at that! I'm dangerous! I shouldn't even be here now!"
"There you start-."
"No! Dean! I'm hungry!" And it wasn't a lie, her hunger and emotions were wrecking havoc with her control. "I shouldn't be fighting like this with you on an empty stomach because it makes me want to bite you! Don't you get it? I'm not exaggerating when I tell you guys that I'm unstable!"
He thought for a moment, eyeing her with narrowed gaze, before deciding. "I'm not letting you out of this apartment until I'm certain you're not going to run."
"You couldn't stop me if I really wanted to go," she hissed, feeling her eyes bleeding black, the veins going dark around her eyes as her fangs elongated enough to peek out from her lips.
Dean's eyes widened, never having seen her vampiric face before.
Hissing, Chloe turned her back on him, taking in a deep breath. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out, in and out, trying to calm herself, telling her fangs to recede. Nothing was listening to her, and with a whimper she lowered to her knees, crouching down as she grabbed fistfuls of her hair, trying to use the stinging pain to distract herself from the urge to bury her fangs into Dean and drink. Her body found the idea of draining him dry the best way to both quench her hunger and shut him up.
She ignored his voice, his faster heart rate and pulse, and instead she concentrated on her own breaths as she breathed in and out.
"Are you okay?"
In and out.
In and out.
Dean sighed. "This wouldn't have happened to you if you'd stayed with us."
There wasn't any anger or accusation in his voice anymore, only sadness.
She whimpered once more, closing her eyes tighter.
Suddenly he was behind her, a curse leaving his lips before he was kneeling behind her, drawing her into his arms.
She reluctantly went into his heat, scared she'd snap due to being so close to temptation, the vampire keeping herself tense in his arms.
Dean maneuvered them so that he was seated with his back against the wall, and she sat curled between his legs and leaned against his chest. "If you tell Sammy I did this I'll deny it. He'll never let me live down being a part of a chick-flick moment," he sighed. "There's a reason why I refuse all the romantic scripts I get constantly coming my way, you know. I never feel comfortable pretending to be in love with someone. It just-it doesn't feel right."
Chloe concentrated on his voice, on his words, slowly feeling herself regaining control once more.
"It's why I love my character on Paranormal. He's not the type to have a romantic relationship, so I don't have to worry about having to work with a woman in a romantic way and having to fake feelings for her." His hand rose to caress her hair in a soothing way. "I never want to learn how to fake being in love."
Her fangs began to recede.
"They were thinking about giving me a girlfriend and a pseudo son next season, since this season finale it seems Sam's character is going to do something stupid and heroic." Dean continued to talk her through her episode. "I fought it. Vehemently. They had no choice but to trash the idea and now the writers hate me almost as much as they hate you."
She couldn't help but chuckle at that, veins still prominent and eyes still black, yet fangs now completely gone.
His hand slipped to her jaw and raised her gaze up to his hazels, which observed her face. "I hated you for so long."
She gulped, unable to look away from him.
"I've been with many women since you left." He tightened his grip on her jaw. "I wanted to forget all about you, to wanted to erase any memory of you. It didn't make sense-it wasn't as if we'd been in an actual relationship… And yet…" His gaze lowered her to lips. "No matter how many times I slept around, no matter how many woman's beds I visited, whenever I closed my eyes it was you."
"Dean…" Chloe whispered.
"I thought I'd gotten over you, and then there was that supposed bear attack and there you were on the news and I realized I'd fooled myself." Dean smiled an ugly, self-hating smile as he leaned hard against the wall. "And then we find you and you're living the life with two guys who I hate because somehow they can get you to be with them when we were never able to. I hated them because they made me feel like I wasn't enough… That they had something we didn't."
"No, Dean." Chloe pushed away enough to sit up on her knees, turning towards him, laying her hand over his heart as her veins slowly faded. "You and Sam are in no way less than Stefan and Damon, if anything, you guys are eerily similar." She tightened her grip on his shirt, gazing into his eyes. "If I hadn't turned into a vampire I never would have been with them either. I would still be too scared and worried about morals and-." She shrugged with a sigh. "Once you die and become a vampire that changes. Your deepest desires as a human, the you that you try to ignore and pretend doesn't exist-you become that person."
"So if I ever became a vampire I'd become a murderer then," Dean announced, monotone, "because all I want to do is tear the Salvatores apart."
"Dean…" Chloe wished she knew what to say, what to do, to make right everything she'd done wrong.
"You love them."
She couldn't deny that, and he knew it.
It was obvious on his face. "Did you ever love us?"
"Oh god, Dean, of course! It's why I was so terrified!" Chloe surged forwards and hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around her and hold her just as tightly. "You and Sam are always going to be important to me, and I'll always be half in love with you two." She hid her face in his neck, hating the way he tensed at the action, and yet not blaming him considering she was a vampire. "You guys are always going to have a part of my heart Stefan and Damon never will, and I think it drives them crazy sometimes because they know it."
"Chloe…" Dean's hands went to her shoulders and he slowly pushed her away enough so his narrowed gaze could stare deep inside of her eyes.
Chloe looked back, not sure what was happening but knowing it was important.
"I need you to answer something truthfully," he whispered.
She nodded, sensing the importance in his body language, and in his eyes.
"Do we still have a chance?"
Chloe's eyes widened.
He tightened his hold on her. "Do you still have romantic feelings for us?"
She wanted to look away, wanted to pull away, but Dean was right when he said that she was being a coward.
Gulping, Chloe stared deep in Dean's eyes as she answered. "Many things have changed in my life, Dean." She took in a deep breath. "But my feelings for you and Sam aren't one of those things." She took in another deep breath as she lowered her gaze. "That doesn't change how things are in our lives right now though. I know very well that even letting myself entertain the idea of being in a relationship with the two of you would be a monumentally horrible idea. Not only am I still clinging hard to my control over my bloodlust and could snap at any given moment and kill either-or both!-of you, but I'm somewhat controlling and I have to fight the urge to Compel and-."
His eyes widened slightly as his lips started to tilt in pleasure. "So if I kissed you right now…?"
"You really shouldn't," she whispered as her gaze jerked back to his face, green eyes wide in a near panic, her voice breathy. "Didn't you just hear the part about my pathetically fragile grasp on self-control? I'm also in a very complicated 'kinda' relationship with two other vampires, not that it's ever been exclusive or anything, but I'm-."
Dean kissed her.
Chloe whimpered, eyes closing as her grip on his shirt tightened as he silenced her nervous ramblings with his mouth. Lips moving against his hungrily, Chloe arched into Dean's tight embrace as he drew her closer. She gasped as he opened his mouth to the kiss, Dean's tongue invading her mouth as his fingers dug into her skin. Chloe's body trembled and a whimper escaped her lips as her fingers released their hold on his shirt so that her hands could trail up his chest to lock behind his neck.
"I can't believe I left her alone and went with you," Damon snarled as he drove recklessly, pedal pressed all the way to the floor. "I should have known they'd somehow convince her to come and visit them. Those damn Winchesters!"
"We don't know that they were involved in her decision to go back to Hollywood." And to be honest, the thought of her going on her own was what bothered Stefan the most as he glared out at the darkness of the night.
"I mean, what do they have to offer her, really?" Damon was mostly talking to himself now as he tapped his fingers furiously against the steering wheel. "They're actors. Mereimitators of life. Chloe's bigger than that."
"She loves them," Stefan reminded.
"Yeah, well, she loves us too," Damon snapped back.
That was the first time either of them had ever said it out loud.
"And we're better for her." Damon looked away, obviously uneasy. "And I don't share well. I can barely tolerate your position in her life and I really only do because you're her sire."
Stefan could echo the sentiments, not sure why exactly he tolerated Damon's presence in his relationship with Chloe.
He hadn't been able to handle it with Katherine… or Elena.
So why was it different with Chloe?
"I'm not letting the Wonder Twins take her back. I'll rip out their spines before I let that happen," Damon promised darkly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel so much Stefan worried he'd break it. "She'll get over it in a couple hundred years."
"You're not going to hurt the Winchesters." Stefan frowned, turning his glare on his brother. "And you're delusional if you think a couple hundred years would be enough for her to forgive you for hurting them. She never would, and you know that."
"Why are they so goddamn special?" The animalistic fury in Damon's voice was enough to prove that he knew very well that Stefan was right, and he hated it. "We're her family. Us. She doesn't need anyone else."
"She never made it a secret that she wanted to return to her family once she was in control of herself," Stefan reminded as patiently as he could given the fact that he wasn't in the best of the moods himself. "And if we want to have any sort of place in her life we're going to have to accept everything that comes with her old world."
Damon sneered at that, obviously disagreeing, yet didn't have a moment to speak due to his phone ringing. "Great." Searching in his jacket, Damon pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear. "Who is this and what do you want?" He blinked, frowning. "Ric?" He turned to Stefan curiously before returning his gaze to the road. "Yeah, I know I've been a shitty best friend… Why are you surprised about that?" He smirked. "So, what's new?"
Stefan shook his head, amused at the odd relationship between Alaric and his brother.
"No, I'm heading towards Hollywood… My girl's getting too comfy with two vultures after her, that's why." Damon was apparently eager to vent to anyone about the situation. "What do you mean you watch Paranormal? You obviously have no taste."
Stefan returned his gaze out of the window.
"Wait, what?" Damon frowned. "When did this happen?" He took in a deep breath. "Why does shit like this always happen while we're on the road? Stefan and I need to stop taking road trips."
Stefan turned to his brother, eyes narrowed, wary.
What in the world was happening now?
"Okay, thanks Ric. See you soon." He ended the phone call and rested the device against his mouth for a second while he thought, before finally turning to Stefan. "So, Ric's taking the first bus to Hollywood."
Stefan's wariness turned into full-blown worry. "Why is he doing that?"
"Because, it would seem, that's where Katherine is going to be," Damon growled. "They searched the place where she had Elena's boyfriend and brother, and found enough evidence to show that Katherine's somehow connected with this whole Original thing."
"That can't be good." Stefan frowned.
"Yes, and the Originals are scheduled to be in Hollywood for something or the other, and Ric says she's going to be there as well." Damon made a face. "Want to bet that she lured us to Mystic Falls to keep us far away from where things were really going to go down?"
"But why would she do that?" Stefan asked with a frown. "We didn't even know where she was, why would she benefit by our being in-?" His eyes widened as it made sense. "Chloe. She knew about Chloe."
"And she wanted to get to her without us being in the way." Damon had already figured it out, expression grim. "She's got too many years on Chloe… Our girl won't stand a chance on her own."
Stefan was already reaching for his phone, calling.
The sound was loud and jarring.
Lois pulled herself off of the love seat and sent a glance in the direction that Dean had dragged Chloe off to while Lois had been pretending to be asleep. The brunette took in a deep breath and went to her cousin's new phone, the one Lois didn't have the number of, and picked up the ringing thing, finding the name STEFAN and a picture of a handsome man flashing on the screen. This was one of the vampires who Chloe had been hanging around with while she'd been disappeared. These were the people who had so much power over her cousin, who, with one phone call, could convince the blonde to leave again.
Taking in a deep breath, Lois muted the call and waited for it to ring out before turning it off. She felt horrible for doing this, but she'd just gotten her cousin back and she wasn't going to allow these vampires to take her away.
And with that Lois went to the wall and opened one of the windows. The brunette hesitated only a split second before throwing the cellular out of the three-story building and watching it smash into pieces below.