Swan Song

Swan Song

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville.

Summary: This is a story about love, betrayal, and all the wicked magic in between. This story will contain boy love, lots of language, violence, and will take place in an alternate universe. If you don’t like stories where boys kiss boys, flap off.

Chapter One

Whitney Forman blinked his sky blue eyes and yawned as quietly as he could. This had to be one of the most boring fieldtrips he had ever been on in his sixteen years of life. Who cares if this stupid old castle had been brought stone by stone all the way over from Scotland? It was too big and he bet it was a pain in the butt to heat during the winter. But, if you had billions of dollars, you could afford to burn a few hundred grand a season in order to heat the place. People with too much money were just stupid.

“Mr. Luthor,” a voice asked and he snapped back into reality. It was Chloe Sullivan. She was a blond just like him and she was also one of the smartest girls in school. She was the head reporter for the school paper. “What can you tell me about the ghost some of your employees talk about seeing?”

Students laughed and Whitney rolled his eyes. This whole thing was such a waste of his day. Who cared about stupid old history? He could be playing football right now.

“The legend is older than some of the walls surrounding you,” Lex Luthor smiled with white teeth, running a pale hand through his wavy red locks. “The people call him the Man in Black and he has haunted this castle for over a thousand years.”

“Is that so?” Chloe asked, writing everything he was saying down into her cute little pink notepad. Whitney stood over her shoulder, watching her do so. Wow, she was a really fast writer…and her handwriting was so neat, too. It was just one of the many talents of his best friend.

“A beautiful faerie sorceress fell in love with him,” he said, looking away from them. Whitney noticed that he looked lost in reverie. “But, there was no way he could return her strong feelings.”

Whitney was amazed. It was so silent. Everyone looked like they were lost in his haunting tale.

“So, she used her magical powers, transforming him into a black swan,” he said, looking up at the ceiling that was high over his head. “She cursed him with immortality and he can only be a man under the light of a full moon.”

“Ah,” Chloe smiled with pink lips. “So that would explain why people only report seeing him at a full moon.”

“Then he’s not a ghost,” Whitney caught himself saying. He looked to see that all eyes were now on him. Wow, those were a lot of colors looking at him. He cleared his throat. “How could an immortal be a ghost?”

Lex just looked at him with pure gray eyes, putting a well manicured hand over his mouth, chuckling. “It is just a silly story that my father invented to scare me into line when I was younger.”

Whitney made a face. “Huh?”

“He told me that if I wasn’t good, the Man in Black would come and peck my eyes out with his sharp beak.”

“Hmm, this watered down version really sucks,” a new voice suddenly said out of the silence. Whitney turned to see that it was the enigmatic and snowy Lana Lang. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad. She was standing there in the pale light, looking like a beautiful shadow within. Her olive green eyes held such hateful amusement. “The Man in Black didn’t love her because he was in love with another man.”

People gasped and Whitney felt his cheeks heat. He had heard that side of the story as well. He found that version to be highly erotic. Why was she looking right at him with those spooky eyes? She was so freaky. Those green stars held such malicious poison.

“Well,” Lex said, fiddling with his tie. “Some stories speak of that as well…”

“She was angry, scorned, and furious,” she said, walking in heels that no other woman would dare step into. “He wasn’t even a man…so she saw to it that he no longer imitated one.”

Whitney watched Chloe look from Lex to Lana. It was kind of funny. The two of them looked like a king cobra and a queen mongoose. But, Lex was too kind to get into an argument.

“Miss Lang,” an authoritative voice reprimanded. “Show some respect to Mr. Luthor. He was kind enough to allow our class to tour his home.”

It was Mr. Walters, there history teacher. He was a young teacher, only twenty five, and he was handsome. He had curly brown hair, intelligent hazel eyes, and tan skin. Almost all the girls in the school had a crush on him.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a girlish giggle, and it was faker than glass pearls. “I just like stories to be told in their original form.”

Whitney cocked a brow. Was she on something? She never apologized for anything. She was just a bitch like that.

“Well,” Lex smiled when he heard a bell ringing. “It looks like lunch has been prepared. Who wants to sample a medieval feast?”

Whitney could not help but smile. Chloe was the first at the door. She was always obsessed with all things supernatural and whatnot. He was shocked that she hadn’t asked about werewolves, what with the full moon and things.

“Excuse me, Mr. Luthor,” he said, walking up to him. “But, may I use your restroom?”

Lex nodded his head, pointing with a delicate finger. “It is down that hall, up the small flight of stairs, third door on the left. You can’t miss it.”

He thanked the redhead and made his way down the long hall. There were so many old paintings and other weird things hanging on the walls around him. He bet that some of these old things would bring more money than what this castle would.

He made his way up the small flight of steps and jumped when one of them creaked with a low moan. He fell back against the wall with his hand over his heart. What in the hell was wrong with him? All this stupid talk about ghosts was just that, stupid. There were no such things.

He pushed away from the wall and began to walk up the steps again. The restroom was right where Lex said it would be. He was glad. He usually had such a terrible time when it came to following directions. He was sure if he had the chance, he’d get lost in a walk-in closet.

“Ah,” he said, zipping his pants back up, smiling. He felt so much better now. He had been holding it for a really long time.

He walked over to the sink and began to wash his hands in some yummy smelling pink soap. It was all foamy and it probably cost an arm and a leg, too. He dried his hands off on what had to be the softest paper towel he had ever used in his life. It must be a lot of fun being rich. You could buy whatever the hell you wanted and not care.

A sudden beam of golden light began to shine through the window behind his head. He put his hand to his forehead as he turned around. The glare from the mirror had dazzled his eyes. It took him a moment to get them to focus right again. He walked over and looked out at a blue sky and a garden below.

“Oh,” he said with a smile, seeing the water below that mirrored the sky above its smooth surface. “I forgot about this family having their own little lake, too.”

That was when his blue eyes caught something. There was a bird on the water, floating around all by itself. He cocked his head to the side. It was a black swan. He put his head up against the glass. The bird was beautiful.

“What?” He asked the silence of the restroom. “What is she doing out there?”

It was Lana. She was walking with the wind blowing through her long dark hair. It looked like tendrils of glistening spider silk. She walked right up to the edge of the lake, causing the swan to take sudden flight.

His eyes widened. Was she laughing? Her head was cocked back like she was.

“That girl is such a freak,” he whispered, leaving the restroom, suddenly remembering that he had forgotten to flush. He raced back in, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands all over again.

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“Come on, Pete,” Chloe whined, poking him with her fork. “I really, really want to.”

“Are you out of your mind?” He asked, moving away from her forks reach. “You white people are all crazy.”

“What?” Whitney asked, taking a seat beside his other best friend.

“This crazy cracker wants me to help her find that ghost tonight,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Tell her that she’s out of her mind.”

“I am not out of my mind, Pete,” she said, looking down at her plate. “I just want to see if it’s really true or not.”

“You know it’s not true,” Pete snarled, jabbing his spoon at her.

“Then what are you so afraid of then?” Whitney asked, cocking an almost white brow.

“I am not afraid!” Pete yelled, shoving a spoonful of pudding into his mouth. “I don’t want to get into trouble like we did last time when we broke into that one place I’m not even supposed to mention.”

“But we’ll only be trespassing this time,” Chloe whined again, poking him with her butter knife. “There will be no breaking and entering…I promise.”

“You’re such a liar,” Pete snapped, ignoring her.

“I’ll do it,” Whitney said, taking a sip of his punch. He was sure they didn’t have this kind of drink back in the olden days. “I’m in the mood for some spooky fun.”

Chloe’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Are you for real?”

Whitney nodded his head. “Well it is quite obvious that Pete is a pussy.”

“I am not a pussy. I’m black!” He yelled, punching him in the shoulder. “I don’t take hikes through the woods at night, looking for something that might eat my face off in front of me!”

Whitney laughed and pawed at him. “Meow…”

Pete glared. “I know where you live…”

“What are you going to do?” Chloe asked, buttering her biscuit. “Cut him in his sleep?”

Pete shook his head. “I was actually thinking about doing something with a wire hanger.”

“What are you three discussing over here?” Mr. Walters asked with a penetrating stare.

“Nothing,” Chloe quickly lied with ease. “We were just discussing on whether or not a werewolf is responsible for the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Kent’s cows during the full moon. You know how one is always found dead during one, Mr. Walters.”

Mr. Walters shook his head. “Is this really what people love reading about?”

Chloe nodded with a big smile. It made her whole face glow. “People love it, sir!”

Whitney looked at Pete after their teacher walked off. “Nine?”

Pete pursed his lips. “Nine.”

“And I will be bringing the camcorder this time,” Chloe laughed, beaming at the both of them. “Thanks.”

Whitney looked down at the piece of roasted beef on his ivory white plate. He looked around to see that all the other students were lost in their own little conversations. There were only twenty of them who were taking Mr. Walters history class. The only reason why he had signed up for it was because of all the fieldtrips.

“Well,” he said, cutting into his beef with his steak knife. “Should we wear black tonight?”

Chloe nodded and smiled at Pete who was glaring with murderous intent.

“Don’t you dare say it,” he warned her.

“What?” She asked him. “I was just going to tell you to keep your eyes open so I wouldn’t lose you tonight.”

Whitney gawked. Why was she the only one who could say things like that?

“You better be glad you’re my girlfriend,” Pete hissed, looking away. “Otherwise, you’d be wearing your punch right now.”

“Aw,” she giggled, throwing her arms around him. “I love you, too!”

“PDA!” A loud voice yelled. “PDA!”

It was Kyle. He was the school’s bitchy ass hall monitor. He called everyone on everything.

He looked to see that Mr. Walters was having what looked to be a nice discussion with Mr. Luthor. Hmm, the two of them did look like they were sitting awfully close to each other.

Mr. Walters was just two or three years older than Mr. Luthor. So, it was natural for the two of them to have some things in common.

“Get off!” Pete yelled, playfully fighting with Chloe. “I’m gonna make you pay!”

Whitney smiled. The two of them were so funny. He wished he had someone to fight with like that all the time.

He looked to see that a dark shadow went flying past the large windows with tremendous speed.

“What was that?” Chloe asked.

He shrugged. “It was just a bird, I guess.”

“We’ll see,” she smiled, looking at Pete. “We’ll just see…”

“I really hate it when you get that look in your eye,” Pete said, dropping his shoulders in defeat. “I just know something bad is going to happen.”

“Don’t say that!” Chloe yelled, smacking him on the shoulder. “You know what The Secret says.”

Whitney cocked a brow. “Huh?”

Pete put his hand over his mouth, hissing a warning whisper. “Don’t you dare get her started…”

Whitney blinked, pushing his hand away, listening to Chloe’s long explanation about will, wishes, energy, and all that crap. He really wished he had kept his mouth shut. Hmm, what excuse was he going to give his mother? While Chloe talked, he came up with a plan for sneaking out.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to update. I hope everyone who reads this is doing well.

Flora.