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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,629
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Among Man
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or Kyle XY, or Stardust.
Summary: Move over Roswell. What if Kyle XY woke up in Kansas and was found by a real alien?
Chapter Three
The ancient and beautiful Queen of the Witches smiled at her two sisters as they dressed her young body in fine silks and precious enchanted gems. She could taste the heart of the Star on the tip of her tongue. Soon she, and her sisters would be in their true youth once more, and with it, the power to do as they please.
At one time, as the ancient texts stated, the Lilim had the power to turn mountains into seas and clouds into floating palaces. The three longed to have such power once more, and with the heart of the Star, they could obtain it yet again.
For seven thousand years the three have lived in their great hall all alone. They know and have secrets of times long since past. The three have amassed great wealth, more wealth than all the kingdoms in the nine worlds. Even in their old age, they have more magic in their little pinkies than all the witches in the realm combined. The three were the nobility and they would be so forever.
“Tell us, my Sister,” the youngest of the three cackled, “How do you plan to get there?”
“Simple,” the oldest smiled, “I shall travel by plane when I get through the portal.”
The middle sister snorted and then hooted in amusement. She shook her head and then her eyes turned serious.
“You must be careful in that world,” she said, “They have many dangerous weapons that can be used against you, my Sister.”
“That I know,” she said as she slipped her favorite ruby ring on that had the power to melt the skin from a man’s bones with a mere flick of her finger, “For I have studied it for two hundred years.”
“Remember,” the youngest warned, “The more magic you use, the toll it will have on your youth, my Sister.”
The oldest of the three nodded and then turned as they did, “Let us open the portal.”
The middle sister walked over to the amber topped table and took up a diamond studded leather bag. Inside was the power to open a rift between the worlds. It was great and very powerful magic. A magic that only the three could harness and control without being consumed by it.
“Why did it have to go and fall in that world for,” the youngest hissed like an angry snake about to strike ones heel.
“What does it matter,” the oldest said, “As long as we obtain it.”
The middle sister opened the bag and put her aged hand inside. She pulled out sparkling pink dust that was the tears of a thousand and one faeries. She whispered an ancient word of power in a voice that was like the wind blowing over the timeless sea. The enchanted dust blew from her hands to swirl around like a funnel.
The oldest stepped forward and a portal suddenly popped into existence. It shimmered with golden light that sparkled and glittered. She took the bag from her sister and they waved her goodbye. They watched her step through the portal and sighed when it closed with another pop.
“Curses,” hissed the youngest.
“What,” asked the middle, fearing they had forgotten something of the utmost importance to tell their sister.
“I should have asked her to bring back pizza,” she snarled, “I have yet to try the sausage.”
The middle sister rolled her eyes and took her younger sisters hand in hers, “Come, and we shall play a game of Go.”
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The sun was filtering through the window blinds in tiny beams of light. If one actually looked close enough, they would see all the dust sparkling like crystals in those tiny sunbeams.
Emerald green eyes fluttered open and gazed at the young man who was resting peacefully while using his chest as a pillow. In the light, Kyle looked more human than ethereal. Maybe he could only twinkle when it was dark…or maybe it was when he was awake.
“What are you,” Clark whispered to the sleeping man who was obviously dead to the world at the moment. He was afraid to move for fear of waking him. He sighed, because he didn’t have a choice. The cows were not going to feed themselves.
Ever so gently, he lifted Kyle up, and placed his head down on the soft pillows where he immediately curled up into a ball. He looked so damn adorable and sighed in his sleep. Clark could not help but smile as he gently pushed his dark hair back out of his sleeping face.
Time to feed those cows.
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Kyle opened his bright aqua blue eyes when he noticed that his warm friend was no longer under him. He quickly sat up in the bed and looked around the now clean room. He had to admit, he did one heck of a job cleaning all that pandemonium up. Mother Moon would be so proud of him.
He stood up and smiled at how cold the floor felt under his bare feet. It was a sensation he had never felt before, and he would treasure it.
He could smell something in the air and he had no idea what it was. It had a delightful fragrance to it and he had to know what it was that was making it.
He made his way out of Clark’s room and down the wooden stairs. The home he was in was so tiny compared to the heavenly vault he was use to floating in. Where was Clark? What was that sound? It was the oddest little sound. He had no idea what it was or how to even describe it.
“Oh,” the kind female who was called Martha said when she turned to take notice of him from a strange looking device, “Good morning, Kyle.”
“Good morning,” he said as he walked by her to look at the thing, that was in a thing, that was on a thing, “What’s this?”
Martha felt bewildered. The young man was talking. Had he been able to speak all this time?
“That would be a stove, Kyle.”
“And this,” he asked.
“A skillet with bacon cooking in it,” she smiled, “Doesn’t it just sizzle nicely?”
“Skillet,” he pointed, “And bacon sizzles. It smells good.”
“And it tastes good, too,” she said and then frowned, “Haven’t you ever seen these things before or eaten bacon?”
“No,” he said shaking his head, “I’ve never seen any of these things before, and I’ve never eaten…any of this stuff.”
“What do you eat,” Martha asked and really wished that Clark or Jonathan were here to witness this with her. Kyle’s voice was deep and it flowed out of his mouth like creamy chocolate.
“Darkness,” Kyle said as he poked at the bacon with a finger so he could hear it “sizzle” some more.
Martha moved to stop him only to see that he was fine. The young man had held fire in the palm of his hand as if it had been a kitten. Why would a scorching hot skillet be any different?
“How come you did not speak before,” Martha asked and wondered what he meant by darkness. Surely he did not mean that he eats darkness. How did one eat darkness?
“I was scared,” he said turning to smile at her and he began to glow, “But now I’m not.”
“Mom,” Clark called as he came in through the kitchen door only to freeze when he saw Kyle glowing next to his mom.
“Hi,” Kyle said with a small wave, “I missed you.”
Clark’s green eyes widened, “You can talk?”
“Of course I can talk,” Kyle laughed as he walked over and hugged him which made him glow even brighter, “I was just afraid too earlier.”
Martha was bewildered. The young man was talking and he was glowing like a pale sliver star. He was also hugging her son like a lover might do.
“This is great,” Clark said while hugging him back which surprised Martha even more, “Because I want to ask you so much.”
“Like what,” Kyle asked and looked up into his pretty green eyes that were sparkling like emeralds.
“Like, where did you come from,” Clark said, “What is your name? How old are you? Stuff like that.”
“I came from the darkness of space,” Kyle said as he pointed up with a glowing finer, “My real name is Cyrik, but I like Kyle, too. And, I’m really old. Older than that big boy burning up in your sky.”
Clark blinked and Martha asked, “What exactly are you, Dear?”
“Oh,” Kyle laughed as he turned to smile at her again which made him glow even more, “I’m a star.”
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Queen Lilim stood in the center of a very busy airport looking around with glee in her molten amber eyes. Young men and old alike were freezing in their tracks just to gaze upon her enchanting beauty. She could not help but give each of her admirers a blinding smile as she went her way.
“Excuse me, my sweet,” she said in her lovely voice that could make any man melt at her feet if they didn’t swing the other way, “I need to purchase a ticket.”
“Where…where to, Miss,” the young man asked with lose dreamy eyes as he leaned on the counter.
“Kansas,” she smiled as she cackled to herself, “This wicked witch queen needs go to Kansas.”
“Kansas,” the young man asked, “Do you mean in the Americas? That is long ways across the pond from England, Miss.”
“It is,” she asked with a playful pout, “However shall I pass the time?”
The young man smiled…it was too bad it would be the last time he would ever do such a thing.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or Kyle XY, or Stardust.
Summary: Move over Roswell. What if Kyle XY woke up in Kansas and was found by a real alien?
Chapter Three
The ancient and beautiful Queen of the Witches smiled at her two sisters as they dressed her young body in fine silks and precious enchanted gems. She could taste the heart of the Star on the tip of her tongue. Soon she, and her sisters would be in their true youth once more, and with it, the power to do as they please.
At one time, as the ancient texts stated, the Lilim had the power to turn mountains into seas and clouds into floating palaces. The three longed to have such power once more, and with the heart of the Star, they could obtain it yet again.
For seven thousand years the three have lived in their great hall all alone. They know and have secrets of times long since past. The three have amassed great wealth, more wealth than all the kingdoms in the nine worlds. Even in their old age, they have more magic in their little pinkies than all the witches in the realm combined. The three were the nobility and they would be so forever.
“Tell us, my Sister,” the youngest of the three cackled, “How do you plan to get there?”
“Simple,” the oldest smiled, “I shall travel by plane when I get through the portal.”
The middle sister snorted and then hooted in amusement. She shook her head and then her eyes turned serious.
“You must be careful in that world,” she said, “They have many dangerous weapons that can be used against you, my Sister.”
“That I know,” she said as she slipped her favorite ruby ring on that had the power to melt the skin from a man’s bones with a mere flick of her finger, “For I have studied it for two hundred years.”
“Remember,” the youngest warned, “The more magic you use, the toll it will have on your youth, my Sister.”
The oldest of the three nodded and then turned as they did, “Let us open the portal.”
The middle sister walked over to the amber topped table and took up a diamond studded leather bag. Inside was the power to open a rift between the worlds. It was great and very powerful magic. A magic that only the three could harness and control without being consumed by it.
“Why did it have to go and fall in that world for,” the youngest hissed like an angry snake about to strike ones heel.
“What does it matter,” the oldest said, “As long as we obtain it.”
The middle sister opened the bag and put her aged hand inside. She pulled out sparkling pink dust that was the tears of a thousand and one faeries. She whispered an ancient word of power in a voice that was like the wind blowing over the timeless sea. The enchanted dust blew from her hands to swirl around like a funnel.
The oldest stepped forward and a portal suddenly popped into existence. It shimmered with golden light that sparkled and glittered. She took the bag from her sister and they waved her goodbye. They watched her step through the portal and sighed when it closed with another pop.
“Curses,” hissed the youngest.
“What,” asked the middle, fearing they had forgotten something of the utmost importance to tell their sister.
“I should have asked her to bring back pizza,” she snarled, “I have yet to try the sausage.”
The middle sister rolled her eyes and took her younger sisters hand in hers, “Come, and we shall play a game of Go.”
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The sun was filtering through the window blinds in tiny beams of light. If one actually looked close enough, they would see all the dust sparkling like crystals in those tiny sunbeams.
Emerald green eyes fluttered open and gazed at the young man who was resting peacefully while using his chest as a pillow. In the light, Kyle looked more human than ethereal. Maybe he could only twinkle when it was dark…or maybe it was when he was awake.
“What are you,” Clark whispered to the sleeping man who was obviously dead to the world at the moment. He was afraid to move for fear of waking him. He sighed, because he didn’t have a choice. The cows were not going to feed themselves.
Ever so gently, he lifted Kyle up, and placed his head down on the soft pillows where he immediately curled up into a ball. He looked so damn adorable and sighed in his sleep. Clark could not help but smile as he gently pushed his dark hair back out of his sleeping face.
Time to feed those cows.
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Kyle opened his bright aqua blue eyes when he noticed that his warm friend was no longer under him. He quickly sat up in the bed and looked around the now clean room. He had to admit, he did one heck of a job cleaning all that pandemonium up. Mother Moon would be so proud of him.
He stood up and smiled at how cold the floor felt under his bare feet. It was a sensation he had never felt before, and he would treasure it.
He could smell something in the air and he had no idea what it was. It had a delightful fragrance to it and he had to know what it was that was making it.
He made his way out of Clark’s room and down the wooden stairs. The home he was in was so tiny compared to the heavenly vault he was use to floating in. Where was Clark? What was that sound? It was the oddest little sound. He had no idea what it was or how to even describe it.
“Oh,” the kind female who was called Martha said when she turned to take notice of him from a strange looking device, “Good morning, Kyle.”
“Good morning,” he said as he walked by her to look at the thing, that was in a thing, that was on a thing, “What’s this?”
Martha felt bewildered. The young man was talking. Had he been able to speak all this time?
“That would be a stove, Kyle.”
“And this,” he asked.
“A skillet with bacon cooking in it,” she smiled, “Doesn’t it just sizzle nicely?”
“Skillet,” he pointed, “And bacon sizzles. It smells good.”
“And it tastes good, too,” she said and then frowned, “Haven’t you ever seen these things before or eaten bacon?”
“No,” he said shaking his head, “I’ve never seen any of these things before, and I’ve never eaten…any of this stuff.”
“What do you eat,” Martha asked and really wished that Clark or Jonathan were here to witness this with her. Kyle’s voice was deep and it flowed out of his mouth like creamy chocolate.
“Darkness,” Kyle said as he poked at the bacon with a finger so he could hear it “sizzle” some more.
Martha moved to stop him only to see that he was fine. The young man had held fire in the palm of his hand as if it had been a kitten. Why would a scorching hot skillet be any different?
“How come you did not speak before,” Martha asked and wondered what he meant by darkness. Surely he did not mean that he eats darkness. How did one eat darkness?
“I was scared,” he said turning to smile at her and he began to glow, “But now I’m not.”
“Mom,” Clark called as he came in through the kitchen door only to freeze when he saw Kyle glowing next to his mom.
“Hi,” Kyle said with a small wave, “I missed you.”
Clark’s green eyes widened, “You can talk?”
“Of course I can talk,” Kyle laughed as he walked over and hugged him which made him glow even brighter, “I was just afraid too earlier.”
Martha was bewildered. The young man was talking and he was glowing like a pale sliver star. He was also hugging her son like a lover might do.
“This is great,” Clark said while hugging him back which surprised Martha even more, “Because I want to ask you so much.”
“Like what,” Kyle asked and looked up into his pretty green eyes that were sparkling like emeralds.
“Like, where did you come from,” Clark said, “What is your name? How old are you? Stuff like that.”
“I came from the darkness of space,” Kyle said as he pointed up with a glowing finer, “My real name is Cyrik, but I like Kyle, too. And, I’m really old. Older than that big boy burning up in your sky.”
Clark blinked and Martha asked, “What exactly are you, Dear?”
“Oh,” Kyle laughed as he turned to smile at her again which made him glow even more, “I’m a star.”
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Queen Lilim stood in the center of a very busy airport looking around with glee in her molten amber eyes. Young men and old alike were freezing in their tracks just to gaze upon her enchanting beauty. She could not help but give each of her admirers a blinding smile as she went her way.
“Excuse me, my sweet,” she said in her lovely voice that could make any man melt at her feet if they didn’t swing the other way, “I need to purchase a ticket.”
“Where…where to, Miss,” the young man asked with lose dreamy eyes as he leaned on the counter.
“Kansas,” she smiled as she cackled to herself, “This wicked witch queen needs go to Kansas.”
“Kansas,” the young man asked, “Do you mean in the Americas? That is long ways across the pond from England, Miss.”
“It is,” she asked with a playful pout, “However shall I pass the time?”
The young man smiled…it was too bad it would be the last time he would ever do such a thing.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.