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-Five

Divine symbols burned in the ground all around her as she chanted and stirred her potion in a counter clockwise motion. Glowing violet mist hovered out of the bottle as if it were a genie. When she finished the spell, it all vanished in an instant. She was ready.

Now, where were those girls?

“Okay,” Lois said, running up to her, “What are we doing in the forest? This is really making Chloe suspicious.”

Isobel smiled at her tall new friend, “I figured that it would be nice to get some alone time with my girls before the big celebration.”

“What celebration,” Chloe asked, running up.

“Wow,” Lois said, rolling her eyes, “Way to ruin the surprise, Lana.”

Isobel just smiled, “Oops.”

“Oh,” Chloe said with a big grin, “You mean that surprise birthday party you’ve been planning for me for about a month now that I’m not supposed to know anything about?”

“You knew,” Lois asked in shock.

She had been so careful, too. Damn! She narrowed her eyes. It had to be all Green Eye’s fault.

“Like, hello,” Chloe said in a mock Valley Girl accent, “I am the Torch’s number one reporter. Nothing gets by me, Lois. Well, there was that one time, but that was different. A meteor freak was involved and he could manipulate memories. Oh, why are we in the woods when there is a party with my name all over the place?”

“Oh, we’d better hurry then,” Isobel said, turning to pick up three wineglasses from her Little Red Riding Hood picnic basket.

She handed each a glass.

“A toast,” she said, picking up the wine bottle, “So that we may honor this special night, my dear friends.”

“All right,” Lois said, as Isobel poured the wine, “This night is getting better already.”

“It does not matter how much time has passed,” she said while pouring Chloe her glass, “Old friends are never forgotten.”

Both girls smiled and chinked their glasses together with her, “Cheers.”

Isobel put the cup to her lips and acted like she was drinking as the other two downed their entire glasses. Thunder blasted overhead and violet lightning hissed like serpents. The wind began to blow madly through her long hair as the other two looked around in confusion.

Lois and Chloe’s eyes began to glow violet and their heads were thrown back as lightning flashed from high above them. Their heads were thrown back, and their bodies shook violently.

Isobel smiled when the two of them stumbled forward, and the storm vanished just as quickly as it had come.

She flicked her hair from out of her eyes and looked each girl over.

“Madelyn,” she smiled at Chloe who smiled back at her.

She turned to Lois, “Brianna, welcome to the 21st century, my dear friends.”

Madelyn smiled a little crazily, “How did we get here?”

“All of this came about through the will of Lord Loth. The last spell I cast before that fat old fool condemned me to the pyre,” she cackled, “My blood was magically entwined with Loth’s symbol in the book. It called to my heir, and when she touched it, I gained control of her body, bringing you two back.”

“I’m so hot,” Brianna said, playing with her new breasts, “Look at these babies!”

Isobel blinked.

“Yes,” she deadpanned, “They’re very nice.”

“Ah, the woods of France,” Madelyn said, throwing back her head to sniff the fragrant night air, “I know them anywhere.”

Isobel slowly turned to look at her, “We’re in Kansas, Madelyn.”

“Where,” Brianna asked in confusion, and stopped playing with her breasts.

“We’re in America,” Isobel said, a little confused her self, “I am unsure as to why Lord Loth had me resurrected here. It was not my intention…but when a God does something…”

“The book,” Madelyn asked out of the blue, “Do you have it.”

Isobel smiled and they followed her gaze to the basket where the book was with the delicious bottle of wine.

“The book is ours once again,” she said, “And with it, our magic Lord Loth has taught us. Now we may continue our quest for the three…”

“Just a minute,” Madelyn interrupted, “Would that be the same quest that got us torched at he stake?”

Brianna shook her head, “That was not pleasant, Isobel.”

“I thought it was a small toll to pay to travel the road of ultimate power,” she said, wanting those stones in her possession so they can be the gods, “You have your host’s memories. Use them to navigate in this world, and help us to seize the power that belongs to us.”

Madelyn looked at Brianna who felt like cackling madly.

“Let me at the wine, Is,” Brianna laughed, racing for the bottle.

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Lindsey was more than pleased with how well the decorations looked. Chloe was going to love her little birthday bash. The birthday cake was beautiful, and the banner with “Happy Birthday, Chloe” was done in a lovely shade of green and purple. The turn out was not bad either. She must be more popular than she thought, or it might be Clark’s star quarterback status that attracted the moths to the flame.

Clark, on the other, hand, was being a nervous wreck, and Lindsey could not help but laugh at him. That little man from Princeton was going to love him. He was really going to have to teach Clark how to relax.

He handed Clark a glass of punch which he thankfully took. He took a sip and smiled at his violet eyed boyfriend.

Where the hell were those girls? A few people, you call this a few people? He was going to kill Lois for lying to him, before his parents could kill him.

“Jason,” Clark shouted upon seeing him, quickly making his way to him, “Do you know where the girls are? They were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

“No,” Jason said, trying real hard not to punch him in the face, but decided on just walking away from him instead.

“Look,” Clark said, only for him to be interrupted yet again. Why was no one letting him explain that he had nothing to do with him getting fired? Nobody ever listened to him. They always think that they know everything.

“Clark,” Jason said, turning to face him, “I’m only here because Lana wants me to be here. I’m her boyfriend.”

“Good for you,” Lindsey said, stepping up next to Clark to look at the shorter man, “How about showing some respect to the man whose home you’re in? Oh, didn’t Clark save you from getting holes shot through you?”

Jason’s eyes opened wide and Lindsey smirked.

“Let’s not cause a scene, Coach Teague,” the violet eyed God smiled wondrously, “I would so hate to have to break you into teeny tiny pieces. Clark adores you so.”

Just then the barn doors swung open and there the Three Witches of Eastwick stood with a magical wind blowing through their lovely hair and garments.

Lindsey rolled his eyes. Must she always be so dramatic?

The three were dressed to rule, and they walked in sync to stand before everyone.

“Surprise,” the partiers shouted, “Happy Birthday, Chloe!”

“We so don’t have time for this,” Isobel said, fixing her hair.

“Time is the only thing we do have,” Madelyn said, smiling at all the yummy food, “Isn’t that what you said right before the angry mob hosted a barbeque?”

“You’re really not going to let that go, are you,” Isobel muttered under her breath, and watched Madelyn walk away for Brianna to do the same.

Clark ran over to Lois, taking her by the arm looking pisses as hell, “The guy from Princeton’s going to be here any minute. Why are you so late?”

“I took the scenic route,” she said, loving how tall, and hard his body was, “Loved the view, Clark.”

He caught a whiff of her breath as he got closer to him.

His left eye twitched, “Have you been drinking?”

Brianna giggled, “Just a little bit?”

He walked away.

Isobel was watching to make sure that Brianna did not do something silly while Madelyn was stuffing her pretty face behind her with all the yummy looking food. She rolled her eyes when she saw Brianna run after Clark, trying to get him to dance with her.

Lindsey was fighting a war inside himself right now, and at one time all the elements would of let the world know it. Why was she here? Why were they here? She was supposed to be getting his relics, not playing Attack of the Pod People. Was that silly little witch touching his Clark? Was that a pitchfork? Why was he feeling dizzy? He did not get dizzy.

“Hey,” Jason said, stepping in front of Isobel which blocked her view of Brianna, “I don’t want to be rude or anything, but I’ve told Chloe happy birthday. I’m going to go home.”

“You’re a big boy, Jason,” she smirked, not giving a flying rat’s ass what he did, “You can do whatever you want.”

“But,” he said, “You’re the one who wanted me here?”

She actually looked up at him, “I’m busy right now.”

“Why are you behaving like this,” he asked, noticing her dress, “And why are you dressed like that?”

“Because it makes me feel sexy,” she said, getting right up in his face, “Weren’t you leaving?”

She walked away from him and he did the same. Something weird was going on with her, and it all started because of that silly book. He was going home.

“The food is so good in this century,” Madelyn said, still stuffing her face.

“Men actually bathe now, too,” Isobel said.

“And their bodies are so hard,” Brianna said in a deep, passionate voice, “Let me play with one?”

Isobel rolled her eyes.

“We have definitely had better parties,” she said, walking away with the other two beside her, “This is appalling.”

“Well,” Madelyn said, eating another pickle, “We could change that.”

The temptation to have fun was too great. Isobel looked from one to the other.

“Well, it has been 400 years,” she said, already convincing herself, “Perhaps a little fun before we continue our quest is in order.”

Lindsey stumbled out the back of the barn when a violet flash went off inside, and loud music exploded from the cracks in the walls. He fell flat on his side and almost cried out in pain. He had used too much power freezing time, and brining Isobel back.

He looked back at the barn to see another violet flash of magic go off. Oh, fuck! Clark was still in there. Was he losing his marbles?

Just then a nice car pulled up. The guy from Princeton was here. He quickly started stumbling over to tell him that now was not a good time, only to collapse behind a huge pile of hay.

This was not good. He was weak and vulnerable.

He looked up at the starless sky, and swore he could hear his father laughing at him.

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Mr. Jacobson made his way into the barn and almost had a heart attack right there on the spot. All of these half naked high school students should be arrested. Were they drunk and stoned out of their bloody minds? Where the hell is Clark Kent? Did he even have the right address? This so did not seem like the boy he thought he remembered.

“Excuse me,” he said, poking a man on his naked shoulder, “Where is Clark Kent?”

“Up there,” the half naked guy pointed at the loft, “Dancing with the two goddesses.”

He looked up and almost had another heart attack. The boy was in his boxers while still having his socks and dress shoes on.

“Clark,” he shouted, “Clark Kent!”

“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…What you waitin’ for?”

Was the boy deaf? Or, is the devil music way too loud?

“Clark!”

That got his attention.

“Mr. Jacobson,” he yelled up at him, “Princeton University!”

“Hey, hi,” Clark shouted down at him, “Come on in, Mr. Jacobson! Join the party! The punch is really good!”

Oh, sweet Jesus. The boy was a fruitcake.

Isobel laughed evilly.

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The next morning, the sun was just rising over the Kent Farm. Violet eyes snapped open in time to scare a rooster into laying an egg. He sat up with golden hay all in his beautiful hair, and dirt on the side of his face from how he had been laying.

He was on his feet in a blink and was immediately standing in the barn, looking at the ruin. It looked like Hurricane Poontang got done blowing through.

Clark?

He began to race around looking for him like a Kansas twister. He froze when he saw Clark in a stall. He was lying on a bed of golden hay with sunlight dancing across his golden skin all sprawled out. The only thing he had on was his boxers.

Had he been taken?

He knelt down, putting his nose against Clark’s throat, breathing him in. No, he was still pure and untainted.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a cell phone began to go off, and Clark sat up only to bang their heads together. Both cried out and grabbed their heads, but Clark quickly had Lindsey in his arms.

“Are you all right,” Clark cried, looking him over in terror, terrified that he had broken him.

“I’m fine,” Lindsey said, and rubbed his forehead, “Ouch.”

Clark was stunned. That had actually hurt like a mother.

Clark gently rubbed it as he picked up his phone, “Hi, mom.”

Lindsey continued to rub his head. That had hurt like a bitch.

“Yeah,” he said, “How’s Metropolis?”

Lindsey looked around.

“Really,” he said, jerking to get his pants free, only for two people to crawl out from under the hay.

It was Ryan and David. He snickered.

Lindsey rolled his eyes.

“What,” Clark asked, “Oh, yeah. They guy from Princeton. I met him last night.”

Lindsey cringed.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a sigh, “I think I made an impression.”

He told her that he loved her, and dad, and hung up the phone. He helped Lindsey to his feet, suddenly realizing that he was half naked. He looked around the barn. What the hell had happened?

“Crap,” Lindsey hissed, “My mom is going to kill me.”

“I’m sorry,” Clark said, looking around at the mess in horror. His parents were going to kill him. It was going to take him at least ten minutes to clean all this crap up.

“What happened last night, Clark,” he asked.

Clark shook his head, “Beats me.”

“I really have to go,” Lindsey said, “Do you need any help?”

“No,” he told him with a smile, “I don’t want you getting into trouble.”

“Too late for that,” Lindsey smirked, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Clark said, and then laughed at how quickly Lindsey raced from the barn.

He sat about cleaning up the mess just as quickly. He needed to go see if Lex could help him about the guy with Princeton. He really hated doing this, but Lex had all kinds of influence with powerful people.

He had bombed, royally.

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“Lex,” Clark called out, making his way into his study, “Do you have a minute for me? I have a huge problem.”

He saw Lex playing at the piano, and decided to spill.

“I was supposed to meet this guy from Princeton last night,” he said, walking closer to the piano that Lex had singing, “But, Lois had this brilliant idea about throwing a party for Chloe in the barn.”

Lex was fighting to stay awake and his voice was too raw and exhausted to beg Clark to save him from the shiny ivory.

“Well, as you can imagine, Lex. The party kind of went out of control for some odd reason that I can’t seem to remember, and the guy from Princeton showed up. I can’t remember his name. I really think I blew my chances at this college.”

He then began to get really shy.

“I hate to ask this of you, but, do you think you could help me?”

Lex wanted to scream, but couldn’t.

Yes, you silly farmboy! I’ll give you a hundred million dollars if you just break this spell! You’ll never have to go to college if you just make me stop!”

The spell was too strong, and his voice was too weak to do anything.

“Lex,” Clark asked, wondering if he was angry at him or something. He walked around the piano and that was when he saw the ivory keys dripping with blood. Lex’s pale fingers were bleeding.

“Lex,” he asked in horror, “What is wrong with you?”

Lex looked up at him with a pale sweat covered face with red blood shot eyes. He looked like he would faint or kill over at any minute.

“Stop,” Clark said, grabbing him by the arms, but Lex fought him. He had to keep playing.

“Stop it,” Clark shouted, pulling at him harder.

“I can’t,” Lex rasped, hitting the keys harder. Clark barely even heard him had it not been for his super hearing.

Clark gripped the piano and pushed it away, fighting to keep Lex from throwing himself at it.

“Lex,” Clark cried when the man collapsed into his arms, “What happened?”

Lex looked up into his eyes and smiled. This felt really good. He always dreamed of dying in Clark’s arms. Those arms and lips brought him back to life…why not die in them?

“Lana,” he whispered, before passing out.

Clark held onto him and looked at his deathly white face. How long had he been forced to play? How did Lana make him do this?

He immediately took Lex to the hospital.

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Jason walked into Lana’s loft and saw Isobel’s spellbook on the table in front of the fireplace. He picked it up and began to look the cover over. The damn think looked almost evil, and the symbols beyond anything he had seen before in the world.

He opened up the book and flames suddenly danced to life in the fireplace. He looked at the leaping flames, getting a creepy feeling that something dark was watching him.

“Little boys shouldn’t play with dangerous things,” Isobel said from behind him, which had him spinning around in surprise, “You might go and hurt your self.”

“I hear that you and the girls were the life of the part last night,” he said, feeling a little down about that.

“Just a little fling before I finish what I started a long time ago,” she said with big, crazy eyes, “You really don’t want to fuck with me, Jason Teague.”

“Who are you,” he asked, stepping closer with each word. This was not his cuddly Lana. This was a poisonous viper hidden under the pillows.

She began to speak French.

“Isobel?”

Her face turned deliciously cruel, “In the new flesh.”

“What have you done with Lana,” he asked, knowing how scared he should have been last night.

“Sleepy girls in here,” she said with madness glowing ever brighter in her eyes, “Floating around…dreaming…somewhere.”

“Could you let her out?”

Evil laughter cackled from her throat and Jason fought not to pee on himself. These were new pants.

“Why in the hell would I go and do a thing like that?”

“You know,” he said picking up the lighter used for the fireplace, sounding braver than he felt, “All this started when Lana found this book.”

Isobel smirked.

“So,” he said, clicking the button, making a flame, “I’m guessing if anything happens to this book, you go buhbye.”

Isobel snapped her fingers, leaving Jason looking at her in horror. The book was under her arm.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” she hissed angrily, “Little boy.”

She threw out her hand and hissed a spell. Jason was lifted off his feet, and went flying into a wall. He fell flat on his face in the broken glass from the mirror.

“Damn it,” Isobel snarled, “Now see what you made me do? That’s seven years bad luck right there!”

Wind blew through her hair, making it look like coiling serpents as she had him slide up the wall, crushing him against the ceiling.

“Do you understand me now,” she hissed with glowing violet eyes, “You’re nothing but an insect in my path to be smashed under my heel on the journey towards greater things!”

He cried out because his neck felt like it was going to snap in two from the angle she was having him rise. In fact, that was exactly what she wanted to happen. She just loved the sound of snapping bones before teatime.

She began to laugh, only for Clark to come racing in. The look on his frightened face was priceless.

“Stop it, Lana,” he shouted.

She hissed and Jason went soaring like a rag doll out the window. She turned to see Clark vanish in a blur.

What the hell? She ran to the window to look down and see Clark holding Jason, and he looked up at her.

“You might want to get him to a doctor, Clark,” she called down to him, “I’ll see you at midnight, in your Fortress of Solitude.”

She vanished in violet flash of light.

Clark looked down at Jason to see that he was bleeding and out cold. Lana was just beating the crap out of everyone apparently. He raced to the hospital with someone else in his arms.

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Loth floated in the darkness of his creation, glowing like a molten white star. He was going to smite some bitches real soon. He was going to put the fear of Himself back into his minions.

“Bold,” he snarled like thunder over a vast ocean, “They’ve gotten too bold for their own good.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.