Into Dust

Into Dust
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: If he can’t find true love…the blessing of the Moon will become his eternal curse. MM, Language.

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Chapter Ten

Sheriff Ethan had come by the house when Clark and I had been at Lex’s fairytale castle. Mr. Kent had told me that the house was now clear and that I could go with Clark to get some of my things. Mrs. Kent wanted me to stay with them until who ever or whatever that killed my step family was in police custody. I had a feeling that whatever had killed them was not going to be captures so easily by a bunch of men in brown.

Rue was fast asleep on Clark’s pillow and Clark was sitting at his desk with his feet propped up reading a book for English class. I really felt like I was in the way. There were boxes full of my things piled up in a corner and Clark had added some of my clothes to his in the closet.

I did not stay long in that house. It had felt as though I was being assaulted by their dying screams. It was like they were blaming me for what had happened to them. Even though the house had been cleaned, I could still see the stains of death.

Rue had sat on my shoulder in silence the entire time we were in that house. Perhaps he had been feeling the way I had been feeling while there. I really am having a hard time believing that he is real.

I had not even dared to step foot in Tim’s room. The door had been closed and that was the way it had stayed. Clark had not even said a word either. He just helped me pack and told me we could come back. I didn’t want to come back, but I knew he was right.

One of the reasons why the police had considered me a suspect was that everything in the house had been trashed…except for my room. That had made me even more nervous. If I had been at home…would my room look like the rest of the house?

“Hey,” Clark said which snatched me out of my whirlpool, “Are you going to come to school tomorrow?”

I bit my bottom lip and continued to fold some of my shirts, “People will look at me.”

“I know,” he said with a frown, “This is the biggest thing to happen here since the meteor shower.”

“That too,” I said and pointed at myself, “Look at me.”

“I am looking at you,” Clark smiled, “What about it?”

“I’m not normal,” I said throwing down a green shirt, “My skin, my eyes, my hair, my body…is freaky.”

“You look,” Clark said and then slightly gulped because of the look I must have been giving him, “Fine.”

“I look like a freak,” I said and took a seat which made Rue jump awake.

“You’re beautiful now,” Rue yawned and flapped his pretty wings, “You might as well just get use to looking perfect all the time.”

“Do you have bug spray,” I asked Clark and he cocked a brow.

“Why,” he asked looking around, “Do we have bugs?”

“Ha, ha,” Rue snorted sarcastically, “That is so funny.”

“I think I saw a cockroach,” I lied and glared right at the little man.

Clark’s green eyes widened, “Mom will freak.”

Rue got to his feet and put his hands on his hips, “Now look here.”

“I’ll be right back,” Clark said and was suddenly gone in a whoosh of air.

“Wow,” Rue said looking around for him, “Speedy.”

“You’re a figment,” I snapped and hunkered down to glare at him, “And figment’s don’t speak.”

“This one does,” he smiled with all those razor sharp teeth and punched me in the nose.

My nostrils flared, and I huffed, and I puffed, and I blew his little ass down. I rubbed my nose because that had stung like a mother.

“Goddess,” Rue cursed getting back to his feet waving his hands around in front of his handsome face, “Get some mint.”

“I think I shall get a flyswatter,” I sneered, “And swat you flat.”

“Good idea,” Clark said from behind me and handed me a nice big blue one, “Do you see it? Where is it?”

He had two very large cans of bug spray in each hand. He was holding them out as if they were ready to be fired like a gun.

“Mom will die if we have cockroaches,” he said with a furrowed brow, “She’ll fumigate the whole house if we do.”

Rue stumbled back across the quilt and fluttered over to stand on top of the curtain rod. He turned around and pulled his pants down. That little prick just mooned me, and was howling in laughter about it.

“Give me that,” I snapped and snatched one of the cans from Clark.

“Calm down,” Rue said and took a seat on the curtain rod, “Goddess, don’t get your knickers in a wad.”

I was this close to just chucking the damn can at him. But, knowing my luck, I’d miss, and shatter the window. He was so lucky…this time.

“Oh,” I said and picked up a little black button, “Oops.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Clark said and fell flat on the bed in relief, “No fumigating.”

Now, I felt bad. That dumb little faery was going to pay.

“I’m sorry,” I said and took a seat next to him, “I guess my imagination got the better of me.”

“Something did,” Rue snorted, “And didn’t let go.”

I counted to five and took very slow, deep breaths. My fuse has gotten really short for some reason. Hmm, I wonder why?

“It’s okay,” Clark said and turned his head to the side to look up at me, “That was funny.”

“Was it,” I asked in curiosity.

“Yes,” he said and sat up to look down, “Two grown men walking around a bedroom with bugs spray and flyswatters.”

Rue chuckled, “Such brave men, picking on small, helpless creatures.”

“I think I might go to school tomorrow, Clark,” I said softly, “Maybe…”

“All right,” he smiled and put a hand on my shoulder, “And if anyone bothers you...I’ll hit them so fast they won’t know what hit them…until the dentist is giving them dentures.”

I looked up into his green eyes to see that they were sparkling with humor. He really is funny. Rue was laughing, too.

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I rolled over in Clark’s bed wondering where Rue had gotten off too. He had sat on my shoulder during dinner, so I hadn’t scared him away. Was he really real?

“Rue,” I whispered in the dark, “Are you still here?”

“Yep,” his light airy voice replied.

“Where are you,” I asked sitting up to have a look around the dark room.

“In Clark’s sock drawer,” he said, “He left it open…so I made myself a bed.”

I smiled, “Are you comfortable?”

“Yep,” he said, “Nice and warm, too.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you and blew you down,” I said and pushed the covers down some so that the shadows were the only thing caressing my freaky luminous skin, “And…I’m sorry for threatening you with bug spray and a flyswatter, too.”

“You called me a cockroach, too,” he sniffed, “I’m much prettier.”

I rolled my eyes and fought not to laugh, “I’m sorry about that as well.”

“Well,” he said, “I’m sorry for punching you in the snout and mooning you with my perfect ass.”

“You really are real, aren’t you,” I asked.

“Your imagination is good, Darrian,” he snickered and I heard the soft fluttering of dragonfly wings, “But not this good.”

I froze when I felt a heavy weight push down on the side of the bed. All of a sudden the room was illuminated with emerald and gold lights.

My eyes widened in shock. Rue was now the size of a human and his wings were huge. They were like glowing stained glass windows.

He cocked his head to the side and smiled. His teeth were so white and very sharp. I was tempted to touch them just to see how sharp they really were.

I slowly reached out and felt of his long, golden, spider silk hair. He was real, and his skin was as soft as flower petals, and glowed like pale moonlight.

His eyes were like molten amber now that I could see them. They glowed with a radiant brilliance in the darkness of Clark’s room.

He closed his eyes when I cupped his cheek, “Who are you?”

“Your guardian,” he said and his voice was deep and richer than dark chocolate.

I took my hand away and he opened those amber orbs to look at me. My heart was racing and I felt dizzy.

“A guardian faery,” I asked in a quiet voice.

“A guardian faery given to watch over you by the Goddess,” he said, “Now that you’ve come into your heritage.”

“Why now,” I asked and my eyes were stinging with hot salty tears, “Where were you when I was being…”

Rue lowered his molten eyes and my heart was aching, “The will of the Goddess is shrouded in thick silver mist…not all is always revealed, Darrian.”

Now that he was my size, I really wanted to hit him. I wanted to lay him out flat. But, instead, I could not help but trace the patterns of his topaz blue tattoos that littered his muscular chest and arms. They were glowing in comparison to his moon kissed skin. They were mesmerizing.

“This Goddess,” I asked, “What is her name?”

“She has thousands,” he said, “If not millions.”

“What do I call her,” I asked and traced a pretty blue spiral that coiled around his right arm.

“That is up to you,” he smiled.

“What do you call her,” I asked and looked up at him.

“Mother,” he said, “She is nature…loving and cruel…her will is unstoppable.”

I could suddenly see my mother dancing around in the falling pink cherry blossoms that grew behind our old house. She was smiling and laughing. She had been so beautiful. She held out her arms and I heard her call my name ever so softly.

I shook my head and it caused a tear to escape its blue prison. Rue wiped the tear away with a long sensual finger, and put it to his cherry red lips. He licked his finger with a ruby red tongue and smiled softly.

“Your tears,” he smiled and tenderly caressed my left cheek with a big hand, “They warm my heart.”

I closed my eyes and leaned into his gentle touch, “Hold me, Rue?”

Those strong arms pulled me close and he held me like one would a small child. I rested my head against his solid naked chest, and he smelled of fresh apple blossoms. It reminded me of Clark.

“Sleep,” Rue whispered as those emerald-gold wings folded around me in all there radiant splendor, “Rest in the gentle glow of Mother Moon’s silver light.”

I felt myself floating deeper and deeper into that silver mist, “Never leave…”

A gentle kiss was placed on top of my head and I could see my mother’s beautiful smiling face as she spun me around in the falling blossoms that were the color of blood.

TBC…

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Flora.