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-Four

Lana could not believe it, but, here it was. She had actually found it and had to max out her entire credit card in order to obtain it. She was now in possession of her ancestor’s spellbook.

“You actually mean to tell me that you found this old thing on Ebay,” Jason asked in mild surprise. You could find just about anything on Ebay. Hell, you can even buy people’s souls.

“Yep,” she said, sitting down with the package in front of the fireplace with him, “There was this old man in Nice that was selling it. I had to spend every dime on my credit card in order to get it.”

He nodded, and she smiled, “It was almost as if this book was calling to me.”

“Buy me,” Jason started mocking in a high pitch voice, “Buy me, Lana.”

She rolled her eyes, “Its voice was far sexier than that.”

“Well, how about this,” Jason said in his sexiest voice, “Buy me, Lana?”

That had her laughing, and melting at the same time.

She quickly opened the box and pulled out the carved red leather book inside. She held it in her hands and looked up at Jason.

“Here is Isobel’s spellbook,” she said in awe.

Jason pointed at the cover of the book, “Those look like some of the symbols in the cave.”

“Yeah,” Lana said, looking it over and then back at him, “Maybe this will explain what happened to me in Paris when I was playing around Isobel’s tomb.”

“Right,” he said, with a small smile, “And that freaky tattoo and you’re missing twelve hours.”

Lana opened up the book to see elaborate drawings, making a face, “How’s your Latin, Jason?”

“Oh, it’s about as good as my Spanish,” he said, “Which I don’t even know.”

That made her laugh again, and she looked back down at the book to turn the page. She saw a triangle with a circle in the center with eyes above it. The shape of those eyes seemed familiar in away. It was like she had seen their beauty before.

She turned the page again to see the symbol that was on her back, and the fire mysteriously went out in the fireplace.

“I’ll get it,” Jason said, crawling to his feet.

“Oh, my, gosh,” she said, wondering if this was actually blood staining the page.

“What,” Jason asked, trying to light the fire.

“This is the symbol from Isobel’s tomb,” she said, looking at it in wonder. There were three women drawn below it that looked to be worshipping it.

“That’s kind of freaky, Lana,” he said, wondering why the damn fire would not light.

Suddenly a voice commanded her from deep within, “Touch it.”

Her fingers slowly moved up the page.

“Touch it, child,” the voice cooed.

The instant her flesh touched the blood stained symbol, the small of her back felt like it were on fire. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as fire rose up from her fireplace, knocking Jason on his ass. She hissed in pleasure.

Her olive green eyes filled with violet fire, and a dark smile graced her face.

Jason feared that his eyebrows had been scorched off, but he got up, “You okay?”

“I feel just fine,” Isobel smiled, as she ran her hand over her breast, and then looked up at the handsome man before her, “I’ve never felt better.”

Jason moved to speak, only to freeze in place. Even the fire in the place was at a standstill.

She looked around, “Divinity?”

The door to the loft swung open, and she spun around to face her violet eyed God in the flesh who was standing in the light.

She fell to her knees in awe of his beauty and power, bowing her head low, “My Lord.”

“The relics, Isobel,” he said already feeling himself weakening from exerting himself to freeze time in this small space, “I must have my relics.”

Oh, these mortal weaknesses were really starting to piss him off. He looked over at Jason and wondered if a mortal sacrifice would make him feel better. Clark seemed to like the man, so he stayed his hand.

“My Lord,” she said, looking up at him.

Oh, his beauty was terrible to look at. It was so sharp and dangerous. All that perfection could drive an ordinary human into madness.

“The other god has hidden them until his return,” she said.

“Well, I’m here now,” Loth said, not speaking of the Kryptonian king that had hidden his relics, “And I want them back.”

“As you wish,” she said, and he was suddenly gone with the slamming of the door.

“Are you hungry,” Jason asked, and the look she gave him made him almost whimper, “I guess not.”

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The sky was dark because it had been storming and raining all day. That’s all it has been since forever and a day. Clark thought it was never going to end as he hurried to finish his chores. He had an important meeting tonight, and he wanted to take Lindsey out.

He lifted a big barrel, only to drop it when he heard a car pull up. It sounded really familiar. He turned around to see that he was right. It was Lois. Why was she here?

“Lois,” he asked in confusion, “What are you doing here?”

He looked at his watch, “Don’t you have class right now?”

“We’re having a surprise birthday party for Chloe in your barn, Green Eyes,” she said, getting out, and opening the back door to get some boxes, handing them to him, “Remember?”

“Um, no,” Clark said, clearly getting upset, to her delight, “I told you that you couldn’t.”

“Well, too late now,” she said, loading up his big strong arms with boxes filled with all sorts of decorations, “Everyone has already been invited.”

“What,” he asked, “Who is everyone?”

“Everyone at school,” she said, “Duh.”

She got out another box and handed it to him, “You don’t want it getting back to Chloe that you ruined her birthday do you? That would really hurt her feelings, Clark. How can you be so insensitive to a girl’s feelings? Wait! Don’t answer that.”

“What,” he asked.

He really did not like being manipulated like this.

“Don’t make me kick your ass,” she said, slamming the door shut to go into the barn with him right behind her.

“Listen,” he said, getting upset that she wasn’t listening to him, “Lois!”

“Give me a hand,” she said, looking around, “I have to get the car back to Daddy Dearest before he goes bonkers.”

“We can’t do this tonight,” he said, feeling like his feelings were not being taken into consideration, “The guy from Princeston’s coming to meet me, and I can’t have all this going on.”

She just looked up at him.

“Besides,” he said, not liking that look he was getting, “My parents are out of town.”

“Relax, Green Eyes,” she said, “It’s just going to be a few people standing around singing Happy Birthday.”

She smiled and went up the steps to his loft. Why did nobody ever listen to him? It was really starting to piss him off. Was he too nice? Maybe he should become a raging ice bitch that some people called Lex. At least that got his bald friend some respect.

He let out an annoyed huff and made his way up the steps to see her getting out stuff. This had better not affect his scholarship opportunity in any way. If it did, Smallville was going to be the candle, and he hoped that Chloe had the lung capacity to blow it out.

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Isobel was grinding up some herbs in a mortar to a nice fine powder. The spirits just loved the smell of copal. She had promises to keep.

Part of the potion was already cooking on the stove as she dusted her hands off, and checked her list of ingredients twice.

“Hair of two virgins,” she muttered, looking around. She didn’t see any.

She suddenly saw herself in the mirror on the wall and smiled. She plucked a single strand of hair from her head and looked it over.

“Aw, so cute,” she cackled, “We’ve been such a good little girl, Lana, Darling.”

She put it in the mortar and almost jumped out of her skin when a sudden knock came at the door. She really must learn not to jump at every little sound that was not expected. They did not hunt witches in this day and age.

“Hello,” Chloe called out, opening the door.

Isobel quickly covered up her spellbook.

“Oh,” Lois said, coming in behind Chloe, “You are home. I’ve been calling you all day.”

“Well, I’ve been a little bit busy,” Isobel said, walking around her counter to stand in front of them, “I have this amazing science project I’m working on.”

“From what century,” Chloe asked, thinking this was running into some Harry Potter territory.

“It’s this whole new thing,” she quickly said, “I’m trying to recreate some of the cool things they used back in the 1600’s.”

“Oh,” Chloe said, wondering if Lana had been snorting the crazy powder again.

Lois looked just as spooked.

Isobel smiled. These two would work out ever so nicely. This was such fun.

“I really think the two of you are going to enjoy it,” she said with big crazy anime eyes.

“Oh, shoot,” Lois said, turning from the crazy lady to her cousin, “I left my cell in the car. Do you mind going and getting it for me?”

“Okay,” Chloe said, fighting really hard not to roll her eyes, “This whole Harry Potter thingy is making me crave some coffee.”

She walked over to the door, “I’ll just wait for you down there, bye.”

“Bye,” Isobel smiled after her. She was so cute.

“Thanks,” Lois said, and when Chloe closed the door she spun around on Isobel, “You were supposed to take Chloe shopping so I could finish decorating Clark’s barn.”

“Oh, right,” Isobel said with a blink, “Silly little old me. It must have completely slipped my mind.”

“Well, get it together,” Lois said, turning to look at the door, “Little Miss Reporter can smell when something is up from a mile away.”

Isobel ignored the really tall girl’s ramblings, and plucked a hair from her head, making Lois yell.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath turning around to glare at her with rage.

Isobel looked at the hair in mock disgust, “Oh, dear. No, that’s not good.”

“Well, nah shit Sherlock,” Lois said, glaring daggers at her, “You went and pulled it out.”

Isobel’s eyes snapped up at her, “It was gray.”

Lois blinked, “I don’t have gray hair.”

Isobel gave her that “oh yeah” look.

She quickly excused herself and ran to the bathroom.

She bit her bottom lip in disappointment. It looks like Lois has already done the nasty. Suddenly an idea hit her. She so loved having her host’s memories. Clark Kent was bound to be a virgin. Wait! He was kissing Lex Luthor in the loft. That bald man was no virgin whatsoever. He could be a very manipulative man. Would Clark still be a virgin?

She sped out of there. She simply had to know.

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Clark had no idea how to wrap a present, and why was Lindsey laughing at him? He looked across the table to see that the violet eyed man’s gift wrapping skills were flawless, which only made Lindsey laugh harder. The two had been dating for a month now.

“Maybe you need a woman’s touch,” Isobel said from behind the two of them.

Clark quickly turned around to look at her in confusion, “Hi, Lana.”

What was she doing here? Wasn’t she still mad at him? Doesn’t she still hate me?

“Howdy, Clark,” she said, smiling at him, and then looked to his right, “Lindsey.”

Lindsey nodded and turned to Clark, “I’ll go hang some decorations.”

“Thanks,” Clark said.

“No problem,” Lindsey smiled, waving at Lana, “See you later.”

“See you,” she said, and after he walked out the kitchen door, turned back to Clark.

“My, what a big box you have,” she said.

“It’s a gift for Chloe,” he said, looking down at it, “Lois helped me pick it out for her.”

“I bet she’ll simply love it,” she said, really loving the size and definition of Clark’s hot body, “Especially if it’s from you.”

Clark was beginning to feel really uncomfortable. Why was she being so nice in an ultra creepy kind of way? Was this her way of planning to do something to hurt him?

“I’m happy that you’re here,” he said, looking down at her, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened to Jason.”

“Oh,” she said, waving it away, not really giving a shit, “Don’t you worry about him. He’s a big boy. He’ll bounce back.”

Clark narrowed his eyes, “Lana?”

She slowly walked right up to him, “I told you not to worry about him.”

“Lana,” Clark asked, getting even more spooked.

“Are you feeling okay,” he asked.

He lost his balance and fell back into his chair, “You acting a little funny.”

He really wanted to say, “You’re seriously starting to freak me out!”

“Maybe it’s the company I’m keeping,” she said, and gently began to caress his cheek sensuously.

“I’m with Lindsey, Lana,” he said, fighting not to run up to his room, and lock the door. Why was she doing this?

She positioned her lips a mere millimeter from his, whispering, “That’s nice.”

She squeezed the scissors shut and they clanked, which made Clark jump.

“What the hell are you doing,” he asked, starting to show just how upset he was.

“What the fuck,” she hissed to herself, and quickly lied, “I need a lock of your hair for a scrapbook I’m making Chloe as a gift for tonight.”

“Well,” he said, feeling pissed as hell at how rude she and freaky she was behaving, “All you had to do was ask.”

How in the hell had he not noticed the scissors in her hand?

She threw her head back and laughed, “Where’s the fun in that, Clark? You should have seen your face.”

She then held up each half of the broken scissors with a confused expression, “What happened to these?”

“Dad broke them already,” he lied, taking them from her.

He then pulled out a few strands of his hair, “Is this enough?”

She looked it over and smiled, “They’re perfect.”

He watched her leave and did not see the glowing violet eyes that had been watching them the whole time.

Loth growled low in this throat.

He needed to shorten and tighten his priestess’s leash. Why did everyone have to go for his Superman?

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Lex was playing at his piano, trying to decide on how to tell Lana that it was him who got Jason fired, and not let Clark know at the same time. It had been a month since Clark had told him. Wow, had he become a coward or what? He was quite certain that he had not dug his own grave deep enough yet. He was sure to hit China very soon.

“You play splendidly,” Isobel said, and Lex looked up at her with a spooked smile. Where the hell did she come from?

“Thanks,” he said, “It’s been forever since I’ve played.”

“Well, I do so hate to interrupt you,” she said, standing in front of his old statue of Alexander, “But I wanted to ask a favor of you.”

“Have I ever been known to turn down Lana Lang,” he asked, getting up from his piano, “What do you need?”

“I would like a good bottle of wine for Chloe’s birthday,” she said, walking up to him.

“I didn’t know she was turning twenty-one,” he smiled.

Isobel giggled, “I thought it would be fun to have a little drink with her and Lois before the party.”

She gave him her “come hither to me slave” look, “I promise not to tell anyone where I got it from.”

Didn’t she know he was gay? Damn! He had better give it to her so she doesn’t get pissed and hurt Clark by telling. The idea of Lindsey Leland getting tormented at school did make his blood run cold with icy joy. But, that would hurt Clark, and he would have none of that.

“It’ll be our little secret,” she smiled, wondering if he was going to give into her seductive charm. She could simply make his blood freeze in his veins and take what she wanted.

“Well,” he said, walking around a corner “I might have a light Riesling that won’t cause too much damage.”

“Actually I was hoping for a Vintage Merlot from the south of France,” she said, waiting for him.

“Here you go,” he said, walking back in, “From a vineyard in Dordogne.”

“What the hell is this,” she suddenly hissed to his surprise.

She was looking right at his manuscript page.

“A little something that I picked up in St. Petersburg,” he said, “It is a manuscript that depicts…”

“You’re lying to me,” she sang in a poisonous sweet voice.

He blinked, “Come again?”

“You have discovered its true nature,” she said, turning slowly to glare at him with poisoned olive eyes, “But this map was not meant for the likes of you.”

“Lana,” Lex asked with ice frosted eyes, “How do you know that?”

“Simple,” she whispered, and then pointed at the manuscript page.

It vanished in a violet flash of light.

“Lana, how did you do that,” he shouted.

She froze him in place with a single word, smiling evilly, “You seek my master’s relics, don’t you, little boy?”

She walked forward and took the bottle of expensive wine from his hands.

“Well, we simply can’t have you running around in the works,” she mused, “Now can we, Alexander?”

She was beginning to dance to the tune of her own ominous music, “You really should polish up your playing skills.”

She laughed.

“You are rusty, Lex,” she hissed in his ear, “Keep playing…forever.”

She smiled and left to the sound of his beautiful playing. He would more than likely die if someone did not find him and make him stop. But, why should she care? Her wicked laughter echoed along with the music.

“I can’t stop,” Lex cried, wishing he had not sent the servants home.

“Someone, help,” he yelled over his playing, “Clark!”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.