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 Fourteen

The Kent’s were asleep and the monster was wide awake. It was dark and there was not a single sliver of a silver star in the sky. Ominous black clouds hid their heavenly bodies and a ghost like mist hugged the ground.

I turned away from the window, and looked at Clark’s bed. The image of that huge, black monster was still fresh on my mind. It had even known my name.

I took a seat on the bed and hid my face in my palms. If Clark had been a normal human, he’d probably be dead right now. The very thought of hurting him tore me up inside. I could have really hurt him.

I raised my head up to see that Rue was lying sprawled out on the pillow. Thank goodness he had some spider silk pants own that glittered all silver and gold. He looked to be having a very interesting dream.

I got back to my feet and walked over to look in the mirror that was hanging over Clark’s dresser. An extremely beautiful woman with a head full of dazzling, long, ruby red locks was looking back at me. Her haunting emerald green gaze burned me.

I blinked and it was just me again.

What did I do to deserve all this pain? Why am I still being blamed from something I don’t even remember? It was a hundred lifetimes ago. Why can’t I be allowed to be happy? Do I need someone’s fucking permission? Who is the fucking head bitch in charge?

Is my heart ice?

I like Clark. Hell, I really like him a lot. What happened earlier proved it. I can still taste his kiss on my tongue.

I took a seat at his desk and laid my head down on the cool wooden surface. It was so smooth.

My dad had sacrificed himself so that my mom could live, and then she died of a broken heart. None of this is fair! I’ve done nothing wrong!

I did not deserve to be…raped!

Goddamn it!

I heard the fine snapping of wood and raised my head. My platinum talons had raked across the smooth surface of Clark’s desk. It was no longer smooth. He now had two sets of deep claw marks on his desk. Well, they gave his desk character.

I sat back in the chair feeling utterly defeated inside. I don’t know how to deal with all this. When the moon turns blue…I’m dust.

The only way for me to live would be to have someone who truly loves me take their own life in the place of mine. If someone truly loved me that much, I would be honored that they would die for me, but I would knock them out, and tie them up. I would rather be dust than to ever allow something like that to happen. I don’t want to be my mother. I would rather be dust than to die of a broken heart.

I spotted Clark’s little day planner and opened it up. All the days for this week were empty, except for tomorrow night.

“Shit,” I hissed under my breath.

Tomorrow night is the school dance. That was the only thing written down.

Do I want to go? Hell, I didn’t know. Why would I want to? People will just look at me and judge me for trying to have a good time.

“His family is dead,” a voice hissed in the back of my mind, “And he’s here having fun?”

A low growl rumbled from my throat at the thought.

Stepfamily, goddamn it!

Why do people always judge others? Why can’t they just worry about themselves? I’m so fucking tired of it.

I got to my feet and silently stalked from the room. A sleeping faerie is a less annoying faerie.

I made my way quietly down the stairs to the living room. It was so dark, but my eyes could see everything as if a light was turned on. A perk of being a big bad wolf, I suppose.

“You’re not a monster,” Clark’s voice echoed in my memory. It made me smile. He was always making me smile.

He was lying there on the couch with a muscular arm thrown across his eyes. He was snoring ever so softly, and his feet were dangling over the side. He was so cute.

“Clark,” I whispered, shaking an ankle.

He moaned in his sleep and pulled his feet back under the covers. This was going to be harder than I thought.

“Hey,” I said, reaching down, shaking him harder.

He moaned, “Five more minutes, Mom.”

“Clark,” I said in a normal speaking tone.

He slightly opened his eyes and smacked his lips a couple of times, “Hmm?”

I cocked my head to the side and he smiled up at me lazily, “Hi.”

Did he think this a dream?

“I don’t want to be alone,” I said, remembering those huge onyx talons, that deep voice, and the sheer size of that werewolf.

Clark blinked a few times, realizing that he was awake, “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. An evil bitch in my dreams wants me dead, and that werewolf killed my stepfamily. I just knew it. The scary part is, I actually wanted to thank him. At least, I think it was a he.

Clark sat up, moved over, and put his feet up on the coffee table. He lifted up the quilts and invited me to get in with him. I smiled at the invitation and obliged him.

He wrapped the blankets around the two of us, pulling me close to cuddle. He didn’t have a shirt on, and his bare flesh was so warm.

I wrapped my arms around him, put my nose to his neck, and breathed in his intoxicating scent. He simply smelled so damn good.

My teeth started to hurt like a mother. I put a finger to my mouth and hissed in shock. My teeth were needle sharp. I was very careful with my tongue as I ran it over the sharp points of my teeth. They were all fucking sharp. My whole mouth was nothing by fangs.

Clark was rubbing his huge hands up and down my smooth back in a massage like motion. When had my shirt been taken off?

I wanted to bite him, taste his flesh, and hear him scream.

I shook my head and fought to calm the beast inside. My body wanted him. My mouth fucking hungered for him, and my heart ached for him.

“No,” I lisped and pulled away from his caresses.

“What’s wrong,” he asked, taking my hands to stop me.

His scent was all I could think about. It was drowning me and I wanted even more. I wanted to cloak myself in Clark’s scent.

I grinned with a beautiful mouth full of razor sharp fangs. What? Beautiful? The beast was taking over.

“You’re thent ith driving my crathy,” I snarled, suddenly straddling him.

I licked along his strong jaw line and cringed with excitement when he shuddered under me. He moaned and held onto my narrow waist. It felt like he was grinding into me.

“We need to thop,” I whispered, not wanting to wake his parents, but the beast didn’t care, “Pleath, make me thop.”

Clark looked into my eyes and smiled. He was so trusting. I use to be like that.

My breathing was heavy when he let me go. My skin was glowing like an ivory flame. I wanted to cry from the loss of skin to skin contact.

“I’m thorry,” I said, looking into his glowing green eyes, “I want you, I really do.”

He opened his arms for me, “Here I am, Darrian.”

Tears filled my eyes, and my mouth ached again.

“I want you,” I whispered, “I want to touch you, bite you, and tear you to pieces.”

Crystal clear tears that glowed like silver moonlight streamed down my face.

“You smell like dinner, Clark,” I moaned, stumbling to my feet. I took off running out the front door.

Mist swirled around me like ghosts as I ran to the barn. Maybe the scent of machinery and hay would calm me down.

No!

It all smelled like Clark!

I suddenly stopped in the center of the apple orchard. How had I gotten here? Was I blacking out?

He was standing there in only a pair of soft faded jeans. The monster in me wanted to fuck his brains out.

“You can’t hurt me, Darrian,” Clark said softly, “At least no physically.”

I took a step back. I couldn’t hurt him.

“Please,” he said, holding out his hand for me to take, “Let’s go back to the house.”

I looked at that big golden brown hand and wiped the tears from my eyes. I took a step towards him only to be pushed to the side by something massive.

I fell to the ground hard and heard Clark yell my name. I looked up to see him flat on his back with the huge ten foot werewolf on top of him.

I scrambled up to see Clark kicking his bare feet this way and that while the werewolf was trying to bite his face off.

Something inside of me snapped.

“He’s mine,” my deep, inhuman voice rumbled like thunder, “Get the fuck off him!”

Clark took the advantage while the wolf was distracted, and punched the beast in the side of the head. The wolf stumbled off of him with a mild whimper. It had not been expecting to bite off more than it could chew.

Clark was on his feet in an instant, looking at the massive, muscular, furry creature of nightmares. It was beautiful and terrible at the same time.

He massaged his cheeks where those massive jaws had tried to bite down.

“Who are you,” I roared, running to Clark.

Those amber orbs flashed dangerously and it snarled. It threw back its massive head, howling long and wild.

The beast just seemed to melt away like black mist.

Clark blinked, “Whitney?”

The naked blonde glared at him, rubbed his jaw, and then whined, “That hurt, Kent.”

I wanted to scream.

So, I did, and it was really fucking loud, too.

TBC…

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Flora.