Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: Kal fell in a crash of booming thunder and hisses of lightning but he was not the only being to fall from the heavens on that night. This takes place at around and about the beginning of Season Four.

Chapter Twenty-Three

That night Clark decided that he was going to go see Lex. He walked in to see him kneeling in front of his fireplace, stabbing at a red hot log with an iron poker. It must be cold in the castle or something. He didn’t know because he couldn’t really tell.

“Nice to see that the local football star has time for his friends,” Lex smiled, getting to his feet.

“I always have time for my friends,” Clark said, and Lex could see the turmoil in those emerald green eyes.

Something wrong,” he asked.

“My coach got fired today,” Clark told him, putting his hands in his pockets, “And Lana blames me.”

Lex blinked, “What?”

“She thinks that I told on them,” he said, “And now I’m scared that she’ll go around telling everybody that I’m gay, and that she caught you and me kissing that day in the loft.”

He blinked again. This was not good. Did his left eye twitch? That was not good either. He just wanted to get Jason back for breaking his heart, not hurt Clark in the process. Why did his plans work so well to only blow up in his face at the end?

“I don’t want the school to torment Lindsey,” Clark said, “If she was to tell.”

That was his farmboy. He was always thinking about others wellbeing before his own.

Wait! What? Lindsey? Why would the school torment that violet eyed tempter?

“Sorry,” Clark apologized, “I didn’t mean to drop all of this on you.”

“No, it’s all right, Clark,” Lex told him, while fighting not to throw himself down on his knees, and scream no at the top of his lungs up at the ceiling.

“Why would the school torment the violet eyed Mr. Leland,” he asked in fearful curiosity.

“I asked him out,” Clark said, feeling a small blush coming on, “And I don’t want something bad to happen to him if Lana was to start a nasty rumor.”

“You’re the football star,” Lex said, thinking of ways to cover his tracks, “You’re everyone’s hero, Clark.”

“People can be cruel, Lex,” Clark said, turning from him to look into the dancing flames, “Lana seems to always think the worst of me…maybe I should do the same for her.”

Clark had asked Lindsey out. Has he lost Clark forever? He got Jason fired and now Lana blamed Clark. He loves Clark. Did he ever get over Jason? He didn’t know. Clark? He was hurting Clark. If only he had told Clark the truth on that day. If only…he had trusted Clark, and just let his obsessions go.

“Don’t worry, Clark,” Lex told him, “I’m sure Lana’s not that vindictive.”

“How do you know,” he asked, “She seems to think I am. Even though I have no idea why she would think that I would get Jason fired. He helped me to get my scholarship. Why does she always treat me like this? I did nothing wrong.”

“Because you may not remember,” Lex smiled, hiding his sadness, “But you have saved her life more times than I can count.”

Clark cocked his head to the side and Lex thought that he looked like a bird, “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Lex said.

I’ve got to fix this before Clark gets hurt.

“Thanks, Lex,” Clark smiled, walking up to hug him.

Lex slightly stiffened and then relaxed in the strong embrace, sighing sadly, “You’re welcome, farmboy.”

“Night,” Clark said, waving as he walked away.

“Goodnight, Clark,” he said, watching him leave, and called out, “Have a safe drive.”

He turned back to look at he fire and decided to get drunk. He would fix all of this when he got sober.

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The sand looked like snow under his golden feet as he walked along the shoreline. Waves crashed against the rocks, and the cool water rushed over his feet. Seashells littered the sand like jewels in the fading sunlight. The sunset was so beautiful. The sky looked like orange and violet fire.

He reached down to pick up what looked to be a silver starfish and smiled. It was so pretty. He slid it into his pocket and closed his eyes. There was the sound of music on the wind.

Waves crashed and he could hear a voice singing from the water.

Sundown all around

Walking thru the summer’s end

Waves crash, baby don’t look back

I won’t walk away again

The waves parted and a glowing moon kissed being walked upon the water with long dark hair billowing like sea foam. Eyes like molten amethyst jewels burned into him. He held out his hand.

Oh, baby, anywhere you go,

We are bound together

I begin, baby, where you end

Some things are forever!

Clark looked around at the sand to see that he was standing in a huge circle that burned like molten silver fire. It was so beautiful, but not as beautiful as the man that glided across the glittering white sand towards him with the voice of a siren.

Glowing white hands took a hold of his and Clark pulled him into the circle.

Circle in the sand

‘Round and ‘round

Never ending love is what we’ve found

And you complete the heart of me

Our love is all we need

Circle in the sand

A cold wind blew around them, and the tide began to move in, extinguishing the circle’s fire with a hiss.

Those smiling amethyst orbs seemed to just pull him in, like the moon did the tide.

Cold wind, tide moves in

Shiver in the salty air

Day breaks, my heart aches

I will wait for you right here

“It’s you again,” Clark smiled, pulling him close as he hummed in his ear, “Tell me your name. Why do I only see you in my dreams? Are you real?”

Oh, baby when you look for me

Can you see forever?

I begin, baby, where you end

We belong together

Thunder bellowed over them, and the music seemed to swell around Clark like the rising of the tide.

The glowing star pulled away from him just as lightning struck the sea with hot violet lightning from the sky.

The silver moon began to rise as the golden sun began to sink into the blue waters.

Circle in the sand

‘Round and ‘round

Rising of the moon as the sun goes down

And you complete the heart of me

Our love is all we need

Circle in the sand

Circle in the sand

“Wait,” Clark yelled, but found that he could not move after him, “Don’t leave me!”

The glowing, beautiful man smiled at him with lips so red, they looked like blood kissed rubies.

Sparkling white waves crashed around him, and fell like glittering diamonds.

“Wait,” Clark cried.

That siren voice echoed around him in all its beauty, and lightning filled his eyes with wonders.

Baby, can you hear me calling?

Can you hear me calling?

He bolted up in a flash in his bed, sheets going everywhere, as thunder shook the house. He felt something in his hand, and saw that it was the silver starfish. That had not been a dream.

That beautiful voice was still echoing all around him.

Baby, can you hear me?

Can you hear me calling?

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France, 1604

Madelyn was running down the long torch lit hall of the castle to Isobel’s chambers in terrible fear. Brianna had already been captured out in the gardens, and now they were coming for her as well. Their magic had not been enough to stop the crazed mob.

“Isobel,” she cried out as she banged on her friends wooden doors, “The mob comes! They have taken Brianna!”

The door swung open and Madelyn stepped back in awe of her mistress. Violet lightning was dancing and hissing all around the silk clad Countess. She was terrible to behold in the face of her magic.

“All will be well, my friend,” she said, holding her spellbook close to her breast, “Lord Loth has given me a means to save ourselves so we may better serve Him in times to come.”

“We must save Brianna,” Madelyn cried, “And then flee this place, Isobel!”

“No,” the Dark Countess said calmly, “The stones of power will be ours. We will each possess one, and serve our God’s will.”

“They will burn us,” Madelyn hissed, “How can we serve our Deity in death?”

“We serve His will,” Isobel said, walking from the room as the mob began to ram the castle’s drawn gate, “He will take us into Himself and release us when the time is right.”

Violet eyes glowed in the darkness, “I am the High Priestess of Lord Loth.”

“Isobel,” Madelyn tried.

“Let them come,” Isobel smiled, “Lord Loth’s will be done!”

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She was now sitting in the prison wagon with her two friends. She had put up a wonderful fight, but there was just too many of them to take down. This had to be the will of Loth, or else he would free them here and now while smiting the wretched fools that imprisoned them.

Madelyn was fumbling with the lock and chains on the door, “It won’t open.”

“We must escape before these fools get us to the fields,” Brianna quickly said in fear.

“Isobel,” Madelyn cried at her.

“They’ve taken the book and with it our magic,” she said from under her deep violet hood, “What would you have me do?”

“Anything,” Brianna said, “We’re running out of time.”

“Time is the one thing we do have, my friends,” she smiled wickedly, “Lord Loth has seen to that. Even if we fall this night, I promise the both of you, my beloveds. We will rise again to finish our quest.”

The cart suddenly drew to a halt and the three of them froze. The hide was pulled away as the mob started yelling with pitchforks and fire.

The Dark Countess wanted to spit venom in their eyes.

“Out,” a guard yelled as the door was pulled open, “Out!”

Madelyn was pulled out and passed through the angry crowd, followed by Brianna who cried, “Wait!”

Isobel was next, and she was smiling the whole way until someone pulled her hood off, ands he spun around snarling like a great cat of prey. She was dark and terrible to behold even in her weakened condition.

“Keep moving,” the guard yelled, pushing her forward, “Keep moving I say!”

“Burn the witches,” the mob cried.

Madelyn, along with Brianna were being tied to their posts upon a pillar of wood and straw.

Isobel turned back around and the crowd grew silent when a finely dressed man approached her, “Magistrate Wilkins,” she hissed, “Come to enjoy your handiwork?”

He bitch slapped her hard across the face, and she would have fallen had a guard not caught her on instinct.

“Tell me about the three stones of power, Countess,” he ordered, “You may yet escape the pyre’s flames.”

“My book,” she said with a secret smile, “There’s a page marked in it.”

A man brought it to him and she watched gleefully as he turned the pages in it, and held it up to her, “What does this mean?”

She looked at the page with three women drawn with raised arms praising the symbol of that represented Loth. She could not help it. She had to smile.

“It means that the three stones of power shall be mine,” she said ominously as violet lightning licked the sky around, “And once I possess them, you shall tremble at my feet, and never again persecute my kind.”

Wilkins looked at her in fear and she spit blood upon the book, quickly chanting the spell Loth had taught her.

The small of her back began to burn as the symbol of Loth branded her there. It cut into her flesh like a blade, glowing an angry red. It then deepened to the color of her God’s eyes, and then to the darkness of His hair.

“Demon,” Wilkins hissed, “Join your friends!”

Isobel cackled madly and was pulled and pushed to the pyre.

“Have mercy,” Madelyn cried.

“Please,” Brianna screamed, “Mercy!”

“Madelyn Hibbons, Brianna Withridge,” Wilkins said to each of them, and then at Isobel who was being tied to her post with a devious smile on her face, “Countess Margaret Isobel Thereaux, you have been found guilty of committing Witchcraft.”

Isobel laughed evilly and he continued, “For this affront against God, I hereby condemn you to burn in the fires of hell.”

Isobel smiled, as she watched the little man set fire to the dry wood, “You think this ends with the lick of flame?”

She looked out at the trembling insects before her. Even when she was about to die, she could still invoke fear in all who looked upon her.

“I will sleep but a while, and when the time is appointed, my heir will awaken me through the will of Loth,” she said in a voice, hotter than the flames that would consume her mortal shell, but never touch her immortal spirit, “And I shall have vengeance!”

She threw her head back and laughed as violet light beyond what beauty could describe filled her eyes, as the flames roared all around her.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think

Flora.

Note: Song lyrics for Circle in the Sand belong to Belinda Carlisle.