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.

Chapter Thirteen

The ride home from the hospital was a quiet one. Clark had his arm around my shoulders and Rue was on the dashboard doing little cartwheels back and forth across it. The little faerie was getting sparkles that nobody else could see all over the place. He really was an annoying little guardian, but an amusing one nonetheless.

Mr. Kent was the one driving and I was sitting between him and Clark. Mrs. Kent was on the other side of Clark. We both looked around the gentle giant and rolled our eyes. The two of us were being crushed by the larger men.

Owooooooooooooo!
Who’s that I see walkin’ in these woods?
Why, it’s Little Red Riding Hood.

I snarled and swatted at Rue while Clark turned the radio off. The little faerie was laughing his tiny ass off as he fluttered over to sit on top of Mrs. Kent’s head. I couldn’t exactly swat him now, and he knew it. The little pest!

“This old thing,” Mr. Kent muttered with a snort, “Always acting up.”

“Another reason why you should have let me keep Lex’s gift, Dad,” Clark muttered only to blanch when his dad turned to glare daggers past me at him.

“Don’t start that again,” Mr. Kent snapped, “We’re almost home.”

We would have been almost to the farm if the truck had not up and died on us. The four…five of us came to a rolling stop on the side of the road, and the hood flew up with gray smoke billowing all over the place.

“Clark,” Mr. Kent warned, “Don’t even open that mouth.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Clark whined and then grinned, “But now that you mention it…”

Mrs. Kent playfully smacked him across the back of his head which made him snort.

“Well,” I asked as I watched the billowing smoke, “What do we do?”

“I’ll run you guys home,” Clark said and motioned for his mom to open the door so they could get out, “And I’ll come back when I’m done with ya’ll and carry the truck home.”

Hearing him say that made me think that I was still lost in some bizarre dream. Hell, this was funny. Shit, this was all real, too.

For some odd reason I could see myself sitting down to fill out some whacked out job application.

Name: Little Red Riding Hood
Specialty: Gobbling up grandmothers
Hobby: Howling at the moon

All of us got out of the truck and I watched Clark whoosh away with his mom in his arms.

“Piece of junk,” Mr. Kent hissed as he looked the engine over.

Something large moved out of the corner of my eye and I spun around to see that it was gone.

“Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf,” a wispy voice asked on the wind.

“You say something,” Mr. Kent asked and I shook my head.

Something was here watching us from the darkness. I could feel it.

“Back,” Clark said which made me jerk, “Who’s next on the Super Trip?”

“Darrian,” Mr. Kent said.

I shook my head, “You go on.”

I didn’t want him to be here by himself. It was no telling what might happen in those few seconds it took Clark to get from here to there and back again.

Mr. Kent shook his head, “I’m not going to leave you here by yourself after what happened to you earlier.”

I smiled, “I’ll be fine for ten seconds.”

Clark looked at me and then at his dad, “Well?”

Rue landed on my shoulder, “Get in the truck and lock the doors.”

“I’ll wait in the truck,” I said and walked over to it, “With the doors locked.”

Mr. Kent pursed his lips and finally nodded, “All right.”

“Be back in a flash,” Clark said and picked his dad up as I closed the door behind me and locked them both.

“Your feet on fire or something,” Mr. Kent asked only for his voice to echo in a whoosh.

All of a sudden the vehicle jerked violently from the backend and I spun around to see a giant black wolf snarling at me through the thin glass. The werewolf had to be over ten feet tall. Those powerful muscles were rippling and those deadly onyx talons looked as though they could tear a grizzly in two.

It lowered its massive head and those blazing amber eyes flashed.

“Darrian,” that inhuman voice growled like some deep chasm.

I couldn’t breathe. Hell, I couldn’t even move. Why the hell was I not screaming like some chick from a three star horror flick?

I blinked the see that the powerful beast was gone, only to finally scream when a knock came at the window next to me. I fell back against the dashboard, smacked the back of my head against the windshield, and landed in the floorboard trembling as if cold.

“Darrian,” Clark yelled and shattered the window so that he could unlock the door and get in.

He jumped in and pulled me up into his arms, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

I gripped his arms with my platinum talons and screamed for him to close the damn door because there was a goddamn monster out there. Oh, for Christ’s sake! There was a goddamn monster in here, too!

“Calm down,” he said and held me extremely close, “You’re safe.”

Something deep inside of me suddenly snapped and it howled like a viscous demon ready to rage out into the silver lit night. I snapped at Clark’s neck and rolled him over so that I was on top. His emerald green eyes were wide with surprise at my sudden strength. The very scent of him was driving me mad.

“You smell so good,” I whispered in that husky deep voice that was not my own as I sniffed his neck and ran my tongue across his hammering jugular, “You smell like dinner, Clark.”

I ran a deadly sharp talon down the side of a rosy gold cheek and ground my hips into his crotch. He moaned and gasped under me in shock. It made me laugh.

I snarled at the faerie and bitch slapped the little pest. He went flying into the windshield with a smack. He fell to the dash with a grunt and lay still.

“Darrian,” Clark gasped when I ripped his shirt open and he cried out when I ground down harder on him. I could feel his cock twitch under me.

All of a sudden I could see myself being abused like this in his emerald green pools and I cried out. The door went flying when I kicked it and jumped out of the truck.

I fell to my knees and rolled over onto my side with a scream. My body felt as if it were on fire.

“No,” I roared as my clothes began to rip and tear.

My skin began to glow as if some silver flame had been lit from somewhere deep inside me. I could feel my bones snapping, melting, popping, reshaping, and I screamed in agony.

Clark was suddenly on top of me and I kicked him in the gut which sent him flying back to crash into the side of the truck. He fell to the pavement and looked up at me.

A long howl filled the silent night and I was suddenly towering over him. I could see myself in the shattered glass.

I’m a monster! How could I have done that to Clark? You fucking freak! How could you hurt him? He took you in, goddamn you!

He reached for me and I whimpered and backed away from him.

“No,” he whispered and slowly got up from his knees, “Please, don’t run.”

“I hurt you,” my deep voice snarled from my pearly scaled wolfish snout, “I…”

“No, you didn’t,” Clark said taking small steps towards me as if I would spook like a deer at any second, “I’m fine, see?”

He did look fine. He was invincible after all.

I shook my massive head only to flinch when his hands took my powerful furry white arm. He held onto it and looked up at me.

“I,” I tried to say but my voice left me and I turned my head away from him in shame. I couldn’t look into those vibrant orbs.

“I want you, too,” Clark said.

I slowly turned my head back around to look down at him and I could see my molten blue eyes reflected in his. There was so much raw emotion in his.

Glittering silver dust fell at his feet and I was lying naked in his powerful arms.

“Kiss me,” I whispered and reached up with a pearly white hand to caress his sensual lips, “Let me know this is for real.”

He lowered his head to the side and took my lips as though they were some chalice filled with sweet nectar to quench his thirst. The kiss was like a scorching fire that was spreading through my veins right to my groin.

I moaned and wrapped my arms around his corded neck as his lips moved ever so slowly along my jaw line. He was teasing me and it made me moan with want.

My cock stirred to life and I hissed, “Stop, please…”

He did as I asked and pulled me close to whisper in my ear, “I will never hurt you.”

“I know,” I smiled and we both jumped when the radio filled the night.

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.
Listen to me.

I am going to kill that goddamn faerie.

TBC…

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