Title: Meet The Cullens
Sequel to: When Rosalie Met Chloe
Pairing: Chloe/Cullens friendship, slight chloe/edward, chloe/others
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Twilight
Summary: When Chloe has a problem only Rosalie and her coven can help her with, the blonde must travel to Forks to ask for help and meet the Cullens.
Note: THIS WAS ORIGINALLY ONE CHAPTER BUT IT W
AS TOO LONG TO POST SO I SPLIT IT IN T
The looks she’d received from the townspeople when she’d asked directions to the Cullen’s mountain home had been entertaining to say the least. People’s eyes widened, some jaws slackened, and in general everyone seemed shocked silly that the Cullen family had someone visiting them.
Shaking her head of blonde hair, Chloe parked in the driveway, killed the ignition, and sat inside of the rental she’d gotten at the airport for a couple of minutes just admiring the beauty of the home Rosalie had been so adamant in not living in a couple of months earlier.
That. Spoiled. Brat.
A crooked smile appeared on her face as Chloe admired the exquisite beauty of the building. It was large and made of wood and had more windows than walls---two things she found ironic considering that within that beauty of architecture lived a clan of vampires.
Getting out of the rented car with a snort of amusement at her blonde vampiric friend, Chloe closed the door behind her and sensed the presences around the same time they obviously sensed her. She squared her shoulders, took in a deep breath, and walked towards the door with determination, telling herself that while she didn’t feel she deserved to ask this favor it was the last option she had and they were the only ones who could help her.
The second she reached the doorstep the front door swung open to reveal a massive male who reminded Chloe of a bear---and of Clark.
“Who are you?” He narrowed his eyes warily at her, taking up all of the doorway as if making sure she couldn’t slip in passed him. “What are you and what do you want here?”
Chloe knew that she would get this sort of welcome if anyone other than Rosalie opened the door, so she took in a deep breath and opened her mouth to try and explain to the large hulk ---
---when suddenly he was shoved to the side, surprising them both so much Emmett gave a little yelp.
“You oaf.” And Rosalie was now standing in the doorway, looking like she’d walked off of a photoshoot, grinning brightly. “Chloe!”
And suddenly Chloe had an armful of vampire. The metahuman grinned and hugged the taller female tightly as she received the same treatment, shivering slightly at the cold of the vampire’s body and yet it was a nice cooling sensation she’d been in need of. “Long time no see Rose.”
Pulling away, Rosalie grinned at her and slapped her shoulder with mock-outrage. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you warn me you were coming? I look a mess!”
Eyebrow raised, green orbs traced Rosalie’s photoshoot getup and she snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”
At that moment both blondes sensed the attention on them and finally noticed the group of curious vampires standing behind Rosalie and looking shocked a how she was acting with the blonde who smelt oddly.
“Oh, yeah.” Rosalie stepped out onto the doorstep and linked her arm around Chloe’s, motioning with her free hand to those before them. “Chloe, I’d like you to meet my family. The oaf who opened the door is my husband, Emmett.”
Chloe smiled and nodded at the large vampire who was grinning sheepishly now that he recognized her name.
Rosalie motioned towards a nearly painfully beautiful blonde man and the beautiful, kind and sweet looking woman standing next to him. “This is Carlisle Cullen, my sire, and his wife Esme.”
“Nice to meet you.” Chloe cleared her throat, a little nervous now that she knew she was in the presence of the head of the Cullen Coven.
“You too.” Carlisle’s smile was open and genuine.
“Chloe, you have no idea how much I’ve heard about you, it’s as if I know you already.” Esme smiled and took a step forwards. “Would it be okay if I hugged you? I promise I won’t bite.”
Chloe bit the inside of her cheek to try and contain her giggle at that, but somehow the tinkling sound escaped as she timidly stepped forwards and felt Esme’s arms go around her. The blonde’s laugh faded as she closed her eyes and felt nostalgia immediately, feeling the motherly affection in that gesture and suddenly remembering the last time her mother had hugged her.
Clearing her throat and forcing back any emotion (she would not get teary-eyed in front of these people), Chloe stepped out of Esme’s hug and smiled fondly at the woman she knew she was going to truly like.
“I’m Alice.” A petite, fairy-like brunette with short hair grinned as she stepped forwards and gripped Chloe’s hands in hers. “You and I are going to be great friends.”
For a moment Chloe was confused by the surety in those words and then she remembered Rosalie telling her that her ‘sister’ Alice could see the future. “I’m glad.”
Alice’s grin brightened as she motioned to the male behind her, who was looking at Chloe in shock and confusion. “This is my husband Jasper.”
“Rosalie was telling the truth.” Jasper seemed to be whispering to himself, looking at Chloe in shock. “Your blood holds no appeal whatsoever.”
Chloe raised her eyebrow, wondering if that was a compliment or not. Then again, considering that he was a vampire that’d probably been an insult.
“Jasper is the newest vegetarian, so he has more trouble than the rest of us with our bloodlust.” A deeper, masculine, and enticing voice spoke as if reading her thoughts. “He’s relieved.”
Chloe’s green gaze turned to the speaker, and she blinked as her eyes fell upon the only one who had yet to be introduced, though she already could guess who the handsome male with messy bronze hair was. “You must be Edward.”
“I am.” He nodded, expression neutral, though there was a hint of a smile curving his lips. “Rosalie has spoken of you frequently, it is---nice to finally put a face to the name.”
“Same here.” Chloe nodded. “Though I imagined you differently.” Leaving it at that she turned her attention away from the vampire and on her friend. “I---I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced like this, but I remember you offering your help if I was ever in need of the ‘gorgeous-vampiric’ kind.”
Rosalie’s smile dropped immediately followed by worry. “What happened? Are you okay? Did something hurt you? Usually I’d be able to smell the blood but you heal so fast---.”
Carlisle cleared his throat. “Perhaps we should take this inside?”
Chloe nodded and followed the vampires inside of their home without a second thought. She admired the house (it was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside), and as she sat down in the spacious living room she noticed how the sunlight shone inside of the room brightly and landed on the vampire clan, causing their skin to become like millions of diamonds.
Her eyes widened.
Their skin! She blinked, staring without shame. It’s…beautiful!
She didn’t notice Edward falter.
“We never have any human visitors,” Esme’s voice broke into Chloe’s thoughts. “But I always have something stocked up in the kitchen just in case.” The female looked excited. “Would you like me to get you something?”
“Uh, do you have coffee?” Chloe asked slowly, wondering if that wasn’t asking too much.
“Yes! We do!” Esme grinned, positively beaming. “Alice, come with me, we have to take out that coffee maker you bought last week!”
Alice grinned and nodded, following Esme to the kitchen.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe turned to the others, who’d taken seats on around her, silent, waiting for her to begin. “I—I wouldn’t come here to bother you if I didn’t have any other alternative.” She smiled apologetically, blushing from shame and self-abhorrence. “But I’ve tried to handle this my way, tried to do my best with the resources and knowledge I had---but all it’s gotten me is this.” Pushing back the shame Chloe pulled at the scarf she’d had around her throat, wincing at the gasps of horror coming from the Cullens as they saw the ugly, puffy bite marks on her throat.
“Who did that to you?” Rosalie glared, standing up immediately. “Why hasn’t it healed yet?”
“I’m not exactly sure why it hasn’t healed yet.” Chloe admitted, flinching when Rosalie softly pressed her fingertips to the wound. “When Lana bit me it took forever for the scars to disappear as well, so I think that maybe it’s a vampire thing.”
“You’ve been bitten before?” Jasper asked, surprised.
“Yes, she’s my best friend and colleague at Isis.” Chloe nodded, taking in a deep breath and letting Rosalie---and now Carlisle---examine the bite marks.
“Don’t you mean boss?” Rosalie asked, eyebrow raised.
“Nope.” Chloe grinned. “I mean colleague. Lana gave me half the shares of the Isis Foundation so I now co-own it together with her.”
Rosalie’s eyes widened and she grinned. “It was about time. That vampire-wannabe was never in that place anyway.”
“Lana---has other responsibilities.” Chloe defended, looking away.
“You still work for the vampire that bit you?” There was something odd in Edward’s voice.
Chloe didn’t even look at him, a little irritated. He made it sound as if she was mentally retarded or something. “Lana isn’t a vampire anymore.” Of course, a comment like that meant that she had to explain how someone couldn’t be a vampire anymore, and after giving another recount of the Lana and the Blood-Sucking Sorority she smiled at Esme and Alice when they returned with the coffee.
The blonde hid her wince at the foul tasting thing they called coffee, but smiled at the females and drank it wordlessly because they’d done this for her out of the goodness of their hearts and she would pretend this was ambrosia of the gods just to make them smile.
Feeling an intense stare on her, the blonde raised an eyebrow at Edward, who was looking at her with a small smile on his face as if pleased with her for some reason.
Weird, that one.
Shaking off that thought, Chloe returned her attention to Carlisle (who’d brought out his medical supply and taken care of her neck while she recounting Lana’s time as a vampire). “Well, the reason I’m here now is because yet another of my best friends has suddenly sprouted fangs and a desire for liquid diet, but this time it’s for real, no meteor rocks involved.”
Emmett frowned, leaning forwards in the loveseat he sat next to Rosalie in. “This ‘friend’ the one who bit you?”
For a moment Chloe was back in the parking lot outside of Isis, looking up as Pete emerged from the shadows, eyes red and sneer vicious as he grinned at her.
A shiver escaped as she closed her eyes tightly for a second, pushing down the feeling of fear. “Yeah.”
A sensation of peace and safety entered her, and while Chloe was glad for it she knew it was artificial, someone was manipulating her. Green eyes flew open and she could sense the invisible thread of power encircling her, following it to a surprised-looking Jasper. “Rosalie never told me anyone other than Alice had special abilities.”
There was silence.
Rosalie blinked. “I thought you said you had to touch people to sense that kinda stuff!” She sounded slightly put out and slightly accusing.
“Only to get a clear view of things.” Chloe responded, turning to her friend. “I could sense you were different without touching you, remember?”
Rosalie pouted. “Yeah, I remember.”
“While this is a fascinating topic that I wish to discuss with you in depth later,” Carlisle announced, bringing their attention to him. “Miss Sullivan had a reason for coming to us.”
“Yes, I do.” Chloe nodded, wondering how to word this, wondering how much Rosalie had told her family about Chloe’s job at Isis. “When I found out Rosalie was a vampire it didn’t surprise me---she wasn’t the first vampire I’d met by far. And she wasn’t the only inhuman thing either, I mean, by all standards I’m not human either.”
Edward leaned forwards from where he sat on the piano stool.
“I don’t know what Rosalie told you about me,” Chloe started slowly. “But I’m a metahuman, one of a growing population who were mutated by alien meteor rocks. It’s---I know it sounds absurd, but you’re vampires so I’m sure you’ll be able to believe me.” She grinned slightly, tilting her head to the right. “I co-own and run a foundation that helps other meteor infected and, and lately we’ve branched out to help other ‘inhumans’ as Lana categorizes it.”
Rosalie made up her nose at the name.
“So I’ve met my own share of demons, werewolves, vampires and such, but the vampires I all know are carnivores.” Chloe lowered her gaze, looking at her now empty cup of coffee. “You’re the only ones I know who could talk to Pete and let him know that just because he’s been turned it doesn’t mean that he can make the whole of Kansas his eating ground---that he can still retain his humanity even if he isn’t a human anymore.”
The metahuman closed her eyes, tightening her hold on the cup. “I mean, I understand being a vast minority. Most Metahumans either go insane and end up in Belle Reeve or getting killed, it’s one of the reasons why Isis was created, to help them through their mutations. I just want Pete to have the same chance. He won’t---he won’t listen to me. I tried talking to him when we found out he was the one snacking on Metropolians, but he didn’t like what I had to say.”
“So he tried to kill you.” Jasper announced.
Chloe wouldn’t open her eyes. No.
“He didn’t try to kill her.” Edward’s voice was surprisingly cold. “He tried to turn her.”
“I need---I’m begging for you to please come back with me to talk to Pete.” Chloe whispered, bringing her hand subconsciously to the band-aid Carlisle had placed over her now medicated bite mark. “I need you to tell Pete that just because he’s a vampire he isn’t a monster.”
“Most people would consider it to be the same thing.” Edward announced coldly.
It is NOT the same thing! There are MANY good vampires in this world! Just because they need blood does NOT make them evil! It’s what they DO with that necessity that decides what they are! Chloe’s eyes flew open and she glared at Edward, biting down on her lip to keep herself from spewing those words out at him. It wouldn’t do to anger or insult the only ones who could help her. So what if they’re not human? Why is being human so great? Humans kill and beat and rape those weaker than they---how is that any different from any ‘monster’ out there? You’re not a monster because of WHAT you are, but you’re a monster because of WHO you are. Your decisions and choices in LIFE make you a monster or not!
Edward looked as if he’d been slapped.
And Chloe couldn’t figure out why.
“Would you like to head out towards your hometown now?” Carlisle asked. “Or would you prefer to sleep here tonight?”
“You mean you’ll come?” Chloe asked, eyes wide, hopeful, and when he nodded a bright smile broke on her face. “Thank you so much!”
Esme smiled fondly at her.
“I---I would like to leave now.” Chloe blushed, lowering her gaze. “Clark---I didn’t tell a friend I was leaving and he’ll be worried sick once he realizes that I’m gone.” The image of Clark appeared before her eyes, glaring at her for making him worry before pulling her into his arms and sighing as he breathed a sigh of relief fluttered through her mind.
She didn’t hear the soft growl that surprised and confused Edward’s family.
Well, it surprised and confused everyone other than Alice, who just smiled a secretive smile and leaned against Jasper with a contented sigh.