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 Seven

Isobel listened to Clark whimper in his sleep, wondering what was going on in the enigmatic man’s mind. He was something she had never seen before. What could her God be thinking? Why, how could He have possibly fallen in love with such a creature that was so easy to conquer? That was when it struck her, causing her to tremble.

Am I in trouble?

Brianna put a finger on Clark’s bloodied cheek to gather up a fallen tear to taste. She put the salty essence to her deep red lips and savored the heartache. Here was a man that was as pure as fresh fallen snow. She really wanted to dirty him up.

“Someone’s waking up,” she said, when the chains were slightly rattled.

Clark didn’t want to open his eyes. The waking world was filled with confusion and pain. People he thought were his friends were hurting him and he was tired of it. His dreams were warm and filled with such comfort. Why did he have to leave again? Why was he being sent away?

He opened his eyes to the harsh light from the sun as tears fell from his emerald green orbs. The salt stung the cuts and bruises on his face. He was in pain, and he didn’t like it.

That was when he saw the ones that were hurting him. He wanted to blast them to bits, but his powers were gone. The one the other two called Isobel had stripped them from him. Why were they hurting him? He had done nothing to them.

These were not his friends. His friends would never do this to him. Something was wrong with them.

“How could you do this to me,” he asked, trying to break the chains that were holding him prisoner.

“We just wanted to make sure that you were not going to try anything heroic,” Madelyn said, giving him a Chloe like grin, “Wizard.”

“I’m not a wizard,” he said, trying to keep from flinching as sweat ran into his wounds, on his chest, “I don’t even know what that is.”

“You’re not,” she asked in confusion, “You don’t? You’re sure?”

“No,” Isobel said, deciding to enlighten her two best friends, “He’s something else entirely, something very special.”

Madelyn turned her head around to look at her in confusion. Brianna did the same. Isobel did not take her eyes off those green gems that were so lovely it was unnatural.

“I could sense it when the magic was ripped from your body,” she said in a deep voice, “Beloved of Loth.”

“What,” Madelyn and Brianna shrieked at the same time in terror, “What do you mean by that?”

“I can taste His power on you,” she said, ignoring their frantic looks, “The three stones of power. You know of them, don’t you?”

“What,” he asked in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Both Madelyn and Brianna instantly forgot their fear of their God, and approached him like predators. Their eyes were glowing with a deadly power.

“You’ve obviously done more than hear them,” Madelyn smiled, “You’ve actually touched them.”

Brianna grabbed his chest, squeezing, “We can feel it now that we’re actually looking.”

“There’s more,” Isobel said softly, “You secretly know where one is hidden deep inside that lost little mind of yours.”

“Think real hard now, Clark,” Madelyn said, “Tell us little witches where it is.”

Brianna’s hand slid lower down his chest, “Please, tell us, Clark.”

“I don’t remember,” Clark said getting even more scared, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Madelyn hissed, raking her sharp nails down his chest, making him cry out in pain.

“Let me cut it out of him,” she snarled in anger.

“I don’t think so,” Isobel said, causing Madelyn to quickly stop, “There are easier ways to get what we want, girls.”

Madelyn got right in his face, eyes blazing, “You’re lucky.”

He cringed when she licked the blood from a cut on his cheek.

“This body that I reside in,” Isobel said, the garment flowing around her willowy frame, “Is something the likes of you could never desire…but I happen to know what and who you desire, Clark.”

He now knew that these were indeed not his friends. Their bodies had been taken over by something. They called themselves witches. Now, what the hell was that?

She walked towards him with glowing violet eyes, and her shape began to change as if it were submerged in water.

“You desire,” that deep voice resounded in his mind, “Desire Himself.”

“Lindsey,” Clark whispered at the young man stalking towards him.

He looked to be made of shadows and moonbeams. That long flowing hair, billowing around him like waves of darkness.

“You’re the man in my dreams,” he whispered.

“Yes,” Isobel mimicked in that loving voice. Oh, this might cost her dearly, but she wanted that stone.

She was a nose length from, smiling, “Tell me where the stone is, Clark.”

“I don’t know,” he said in fear. Those eyes held no love, only hate and agitation.

That beautiful face twisted into something so terrible, Clark began to tremble, fighting get free, only to bloody his wrists. She was about to smack him across the face, only to freeze.

The spell formed in her mouth and she kissed him to the point of bruising his mouth. His head lolled back and a glowing blue mist floated out of his mouth.

“The cave.”

She smiled wickedly.

“It looks like someone in there remembered,” she laughed, and smacked him across the face.

She hit him so hard it rattled his teeth.

His eyes rolled around in his head. That had really hurt. Was he going to pass out again?

Suddenly the barn walls began to rattle and dust fell from the rafters to glitter in the morning sunlight streaming in through the cracks. Wind was smacking against the barn like a giant fist, sending dust and hay everywhere.

Isobel suddenly found herself back in her own form, spinning around along with her friends when the barn doors blew open. The force of the blast knocked all three off their feet and onto their backs. They each looked up to see their God standing in the blinding light with eyes that could burn flesh from bone.

Isobel floundered to her knees and prostrated herself before him. Brianna and Madelyn quickly did the same. They were so fucked.

Clark was trembling, and he was cold.

He slowly raised his head, “Lindsey?”

His voice was barely a rasp.

Loth looked over at him and Clark saw the love in those violet orbs, as well as unknowable wrath.

“Get to the cave,” Loth hissed like white hot lighting. He could not take the stone himself. A mortal had to give it to him.

“And get me that fucking stone before I take your worthless souls again,” he bellowed, “And show you torture beyond the Christians and the little hell they invented for themselves!”

He stomped his foot and whole barn shook violently.

All three got to their feet, slowly moving around him, only to stiffen.

“And do not think you will go unpunished for the pain you have caused my Heart.”

Isobel trembled, “Forgive me, Lord Loth. I was only doing your bidding.”

“Save it for a god who forgives,” he snapped, “This God is going to give you such a mind fuck! Now get me that stone!”

All three vanished in a bright violet light, and Loth turned to Clark who was bleeding and in pain. He was in front of him, and had him in his arms instantly. Those chains snapped like tinsel.

Clark gripped him, smiling as he was held in that powerful embrace. Loth wanted to squeeze him with all his might, but he would break his Clark now.

“Loth,” Clark smiled, holding onto him, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, tears streaming from his eyes, his heart breaking, “I’m so sorry, Kal.”

“Loth,” Clark asked as thunder shook the barn.

“I love you,” he said, kissing him on the forehead.

A white light spread under the surface of Clark’s skin, healing all his wounds.

“Why,” Clark asked, running his hands through that long dark hair, “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you come for me?”

“My father,” Loth said, as the ground began to shake around them, “He nears.”

“Loth,” Clark pleaded, squeezing him, “Don’t leave me all alone again.”

“You have me,” he smiled, “You have me as Lindsey, just not all of me.”

“Please,” Clark begged, fighting to stay awake, “Don’t leave me.”

You try my patience, Loth. Do not think I do not see what you are trying to do. I know what it is that you have done. I could smite him right now if the mood takes me. I can even rip you away from him forever, and make you watch him die over and over and over. Oh, how I might even enjoy listening to you scream as you watch helplessly unable to do anything about it.

Loth trembled.

The look of anguish in his eyes as he cries out for you as Death takes him each time. Oh, the fun that would be. Just think about it. I might even make a game of it. How many times can Kal-El die in a minute? How many times can Kal-El die in an hour? How many times can Kal-El die in a day? Do you see where I’m going with this?

Loth held Clark close.

“If you do that,” he cried, “I’ll end my own existence, and take all of this with me!”

Hmm, that does sound like fun. But, you forget, Loth. I am Lord of All! You do not have my permission to end yourself.

“Why are you doing this to us,” he screamed, refusing to let go of Clark, “We have done nothing to you!”

I enjoy watching others suffer. It is the greatest entertainment of all. How much can one suffer before they finally give up on everything?

Loth closed his eyes. Where was his mother? Why wasn’t she doing anything to help him? This was not fair. He wanted to be left alone. There was nothing he could do.

Erase his memories, and go on about your daily routines, Loth.

Loth kissed him and Clark was blinded by a warm violet light.

He squinted and looked around the barn from his chained prison. The three of them had somehow figured out a way to dig the lost memory from him. How had they done that? He had to get to the cave.

He rattled his chains and cried out in frustration when all of a sudden he heard a car door slam.

“Clark,” a voice called out to him.

It was Lindsey.

“I’m in here,” Clark yelled out, suddenly wondering how his wounds had healed. His powers were still gone.

“What the hell,” Lindsey gasped, running over and helped him down, “What happened?”

“It was Lana,” he said, “Only it wasn’t Lana. She, Chloe, and Lois were not themselves.”

“How could they do this to you,” Lindsey roared, not really paying attention to the conversation, “They are your friends!”

He was so pissed.

“It’s not them,” Clark said, getting to his feet.

Lindsey followed him out of the barn and into the house.

“They’re possessed,” he said.

“Huh,” he asked following Clark up the steps where he quickly put on a shirt, and then watched him run into another room to come out with a shotgun.

His violet eyes widened, “You’re going to shoot them?”

“No,” he said, “Just scare them.”

“Do you even remember how to shoot a gun,” Lindsey asked.

“Not a clue,” Clark said, going back down the steps, “But I watched CSI the other night.”

“Where did they go,” Lindsey asked.

“Not sure,” Clark lied for Lindsey’s protection, “But I want you to wait here while I go and look.”

Lindsey narrowed his eyes.

“No way,” he said, shaking his head, “I’m not letting you do this alone.”

“I’m not going to let them hurt you, too,” Clark said, heading towards the door.

“I’m not going to allow them to do that,” Lindsey said, following him outside, “I’m going with you.”

Clark turned to look at him and Lindsey stopped him with a glare.

“Okay,” Clark said, holding up his hands, opening the door to the truck Lex had gotten for him years ago, “Get in.”

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“Clark Kent,” Lindsey yelled in rage, “You let me out of here right now! How dare you use child safety locks on me!”

“Sorry,” Clark said holding up the keys.

The truck had a special lock on it that kept windows and doors locked, even from the inside. There was a special keypad on the door that allowed this special security feature. Lex is a very strange man. His mom had showed it to him, so he didn’t lock himself in.

“I know you won’t break the glass because that would get me in lots of trouble, and the windows don’t work unless the truck is turned on.”

Those violet eyes filled with fire.

“Open this damn door, Kent,” he roared.

“No,” Clark said, cocking his shotgun like he had seen them do on the television, “And watch your mouth. I don’t like hearing you say words like that.”

Lindsey glared at him from behind the glass, “Just wait until you open this door.”

Clark nodded and ran off into the cave.

Lindsey could not help but smile.

He rolled his eyes, “Fine then.”

A violet mist he became and went out through the vents.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.