Beautiful Death

Beautiful Death
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: Kal meets the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on at a night club in Metropolis. This young man is haunted by his past and surrounded by darkness and shadows that not even the light of the sun can penetrate. This is rated mature for language.
Chapter Two

Darkness and shadows leaped and played with each other in the faint candlelight along the onyx halls of the Phantom Court. It was here that the darkest and the evilest of nightmares reigned unchallenged under the rule of their Dark Queen.

Hisses and evil cackling followed Stell as she slowly made her way to the throne of the Dark Lady. She had such wonderful news for her Queen, for she now knew where Ronan was.

She was halted by one of the Dark Queen’s generals and hissed, “Let me pass!”

The phantom general was about to strike her when a dark voice that was as cold and hollow as the grave resonated from the deeper darkness of the sanctum, “Let her come to me.”

The phantom general vanished like mist and Stell looked to see thousands of nightmares standing in the darkness with eyes that glowed as cold as winter stars. Stell fell to her face before the dark throne groveling, “I bring news of your son Dark One.”

Thunder echoed from deep in the darkness, “You dare to return without my son.”

“My Queen,” Stell began only for thunder to deafen her and a flash of lightning to knock her across the massive throne room to fall on her back in pain. Her white shroud was already scorched and tattered from her earlier encounter with a strange creature and now she was bleeding herself.

“Do not make excuses to me,” the dark voice hissed filled with a violent and suppressed rage, “You failed!”

Stell got to her knees, “But I know where he is.”

The darkness seethed and it coiled in anger, “Make way,” the Dark Queen hissed, “I approach.”

Phantoms and nightmares began to chant in ominous song, “Hail the Great Phantom Queen, Dark Mother of Death.”

Stell shook in fear as the darkness shone so bright it blinded all who did not look away as the generals chanted, “Hail the Battle Crow, Queen Macha, Goddess of Beautiful Darkness.”

Stell looked up in fear at the Goddess that was now seated on a great winged throne smiling down at her. Oh, her beauty was terrible to look upon. If one was to look upon her for too long they would die and burn in agony from such terrible and dark beauty.

She is the night. She is the darkness. She is the shadows in which all creatures of this realm clothe themselves in. The Dark Queen’s eyes burn like a great furnace that can never be extinguished. Dark hair coiled and flowed like hissing serpents around her beautiful face as Stell finally managed to avert her eyes.

Suddenly Queen Macha was lifting Stell off her feet by her neck smiling the whole time, “You dare to look away from me?”

Stell gasped as she fought hard not to fight back, “Forgive me Mother Death.”

Queen Macha laughed and it sounded like the souls of millions lost in the Irish Sea as she hurled Stell across the room for Phantoms and vampires to scatter, “Where is my son? Where is my Beautiful Death?”

Stell just lay where she had fallen. There was no point in even trying to get up because it would just piss the Goddess off even more. She took a deep breath and shuddered because the throne room was blanketed in ice from Queen Macha’s divine presence. She closed her eyes to keep from being burned by the beautiful face, “Kansas, in the America’s.”

The Dark Queen stayed her mighty hand and her divine gaze reached across the vast ocean to the America’s. A frightful smile crossed her perfect face as she gazed down at the pathetic creature trembling at her divine feet.

“You will burn for failing me,” her dark voice resonated like angry waves pounding the shore during a violent storm, “You will burn and suffer until I see fit to forgive you.”

Stell screamed and scratched at the air before her as flames engulfed her. Queen Macha smiled horribly as the portal sealed itself and the screams of Stell could only now be heard by her.

She turned to face her court and in doing so a violent wind roared in her turning, “I want my son,” she voiced like booming thunder promising of lightning strike, “Who will go fetch him?”

“I shall, Great Mother,” a handsome man said stepping out of the darkness. His eyes were emerald green with golden slits as his golden skin glistened in her divine darkness.

“Go Jenna,” she hissed like venomous snakes about to strike with lethal poison, “And do not fail me.”

“Never, Dark One,” he said and vanished from site in an instant.

Queen Macha unfolded her wings of pure and untainted darkness over the entire court as Jenna rushed to do the bidding of his Dark Goddess.
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Kal rolled over in his sleep and suddenly woke up growling in pain. He quickly set up and ripped his shirt off to see that the symbol on his chest was burning a very angry red.

He groaned as he fought to pull the ring with Red K. in it. The ring finally came off and the pain slowly eased and then went away. The red high was gone and all the guilt came rushing back and he wept.

He missed his parents so much and now they hated him. A memory of seeing his mom and dad in the ruined truck came back. He saw the look in his dad’s eyes when the doctor told them that the baby had not made it. His dad closed the door to him and he fled from those angry eyes and his mother’s sobs of pain and loss.

The phone was suddenly in his hands ringing. He heard his mom pick up and say hello only for him to sit there with tears in his eyes.

“Clark,” Martha asked in hope only for Clark to sob as she called, “Please come home baby.”

The line suddenly went dead because he had squeezed the phone too hard. He let out a long breath and remembered he now had a vampire in his apartment.

He put on a clean shirt and walked out of the room to see that Ronan was on the sofa curled up on his side. He padded across the room on bare feet to the kitchen to get something to drink.

He poured himself a glass of orange juice and before he could take a drink he heard something and spun around to see Ronan sitting at the table.

“Don’t do that,” Clark snapped not liking when someone sneaked up on him.

“Sorry,” Ronan said looking at his tear streaked cheeks, “Why are you crying?”

“None of your business,” Clark said breaking his glass which spilled the contents all over the floor.

“Fuck,” he yelled only for Ronan to be at his side with a towel in hand. Clark took it with thanks and cleaned up the mess.

The sun was still shining and every time a slight movement with the towels would make Ronan jump. Clark settled down on the sofa and watched mystified as Ronan glided like a shadow to plop down in the chair across from him.

Clark licked his upper lip and asked, “What was that thing that attacked us?”

Ronan sniffed and said, “A servant of my Mother’s.”

“What was she,” Clark asked.

“A creature born of evil blood spilled in darkness,” Ronan said remembering his Mother’s dark ways.

“That thing was hideous,” Clark said looking at him comb pale fingers through his garnet hair, “Where did it go?”

“More than likely back to my Mother,” Ronan said.

“Where is she,” Clark asked.

“Ireland,” Ronan said and knew he could never get far enough from his Mother because darkness was her kingdom and darkness was everywhere.

“You mean that thing can travel that quickly,” he asked, “Across the ocean?”

“No,” Ronan said, “More than likely she used a shadow mirror.”

“What the hell is that,” Clark asked getting anxious.

Kal did help him and will probably help him again. Ronan got up to stand and said, “A mirror forged from dark fire and the darkest of magic to allow one to move quickly if not instantly between one point to another through linking mirrors.”

Clark blinked, “Magic?”

Ronan nodded, “Powerful magic.”

Clark stretched out and made him self comfortable when Ronan asked, “Why did you help me?”

Clark thought about it for a minute, “You were scared and powerless to help yourself.”

Ronan nodded, “I would have been seriously injured if you had not helped me.”

“What are you,” Clark asked, “The fangs and the blood sucking hint vampire to me.”

Ronan turned those magical turquoise eyes on full blast, “I am desire and pleasure.”

“And that would be,” Clark asked feeling him self get hot.

“An incubus,” Ronan said, “Only more.”

Clark jumped when he felt an invisible hand stroke the length of his cock through his clothes and he looked at Ronan who was smiling with a hint of fang, “Sorry.”

Clark put a pillow over his hard on and Ronan looked away and asked, “What are you?”

He was about to answer when a knock came at the door. Ronan was on his feet in an instant as if to flee should that door open.

Clark motioned for him to go to the bedroom and close the door. Ronan closed the door behind him as he heard Kal yelling at someone called Chloe. He walked over and stretched out across the bed on his tummy so he could breathe in Kal’s scent.

He hugged the pillow closely and breathed in deeply as euphoria kicked in. The very scent of Kal was slowly driving him mad. He wanted nothing more than to surround him self in Kal’s essence.

Ronan was brought out of his beautiful euphoria when he heard Kal yell, “Chloe, get out!”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” she yelled.

“Get out,” and the door slammed shut as Kal cried out in pain, “Damn it!”

Ronan was on his feet in an instant running out of the room to see Kal on his knees weeping in the floor. He had no idea what to do so he just stood there until he saw that he had torn his shirt off. Clark lifted his head up to see him and Ronan gasped. There was this huge scar on his chest. It looked to be like a diamond with an eight in the center. It was red as blood and was beautiful in his eyes.

Clark looked away from him as he slowly crept closer. He reached out with a pale finger and slowly began to trace the interesting design. Clark hissed slightly and Ronan pulled away, “Did that hurt?”

A flashback of seeing his mother crying and his dad closing the door in his face made him pull Ronan into an embrace as he wept. Ronan was bewildered by all of this but held Kal to him.

“I’m sorry,” Clark whispered in a defeated tone, “I don’t even know you.”

Ronan lifted up his head between his palms and slowly lapped up the tears with feather like strokes. The tears were as sweet as sugar to Ronan as he gazed into Kal’s blue eyes that were wide but not with fear. He moved to pull away but Clark suddenly pulled him in for one breath stealing kiss.

Ronan pulled away after a few seconds only to look into Kal’s smiling blue eyes that were now absent of red, “Do you always smell like jasmine?”

Ronan’s eyes widened in shock at the question Kal just asked him. Nobody had ever asked him that question before and he trembled.

Ronan softly tilted Kal’s neck to the side and put his nose to the soft skin and breathed him in. His fangs lowered and he quickly pushed Kal away from him hissing as if burned, “Why do you ask such a thing?”

Clark looked at him completely bewildered, “Because you do.”

Ronan snorted and hissed, “That’s impossible.”

“Why,” Clark asked, “You clearly smell of jasmine.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ronan said as he looked to the window wishing for the sun to go down so he could flee this amazing creature.

He narrowed his eyes at Kal, “What are you?”

Clark turned his head to the side and whispered, “An alien.”

Ronan just sat there with his head cocked to the side looking at him, “You mean you’re from another world?”

Clark nodded and Ronan just crawled over to lean against the couch to look at him, “How is this possible?”

“How is what possible,” Clark asked as he flinched from sudden pinch of pain in his scar.

“Nothing,” Ronan lied, “I’m just hungry.”

“I could go steal some more blood for you,” he offered, “Seeing as how you learned your lesson the hard way last night.”

Ronan snorted at his attempt at humor and nodded, “Do you mind if I use your shower?”

“Why,” Clark asked, “You smell intoxicating.”

“I like the feel of hot water on my sin,” he said.

“Sure,” Clark told him as he got to his feet to suddenly stand in front of him in different clothes, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Ronan nodded and quickly went into the bathroom to close the door. He turned on the light and then dimmed it as he turned on the water. He looked at him self in the mirror and a tear fell from an aqua orb, “How is this possible?”

TBC…

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