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 Five

Ronan watched the man who called himself Morgan Edge throw himself to the floor as the door crashed into the chair he had just been sitting comfortably in. The older man looked up at Kal and hissed, “Are you crazy?”

“What gave it away,” Kal asked in deep amusement at seeing the man on the ground before him and then his eyes turned even deadlier, “What the fuck do you want?”

Ronan saw the two men go for their guns that had fallen to the floor and he quickly had them by their necks and looked at Kal with pearly blue eyes, “May I have them?”

Kal snorted and seemed to think about it, “They did break into my home and they were armed.”

Ronan hissed at the two of them with long razor sharp fangs that slid down as he lifted them off the ground only to bash their heads together. They dropped to the floor groaning in pain as Ronan picked up the guns to look at them.

“What the fuck are you,” Edge asked Ronan in slight fear.

Ronan put his hands on his hips and hissed at the man, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m the fucking prince of fucking darkness.”

Kal howled with laughter and was suddenly right in Edge’s face with burning red eyes, “I’m only going to ask you once more and then I’m going to start breaking limbs.”

Edge paled and Kal asked, “What the fuck do you want?”

“I’m in need of your services Kal,” he said.

“How do you know my name,” Kal asked getting even more pissed.

“When you’re the crime lord of Metropolis,” he said, “You make it your business to know anyone and everyone who crosses you.”

“If this is about me beating the shit out of your clowns at that bank I robbed,” Kal said pulling Edge to his feet so he could straighten his tie, “I saw it first.”

“You crashed in on a motorcycle while they already had the cash in hand,” Edge said.

Kal shrugged and Edge tried again, “I want to hire you.”

“Not interested,” Kal said as he turned to look at Ronan who was playing with the guns paying them no mind.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Edge said as his two clowns slowly got to their feet, “Just name your price.”

Kal laughed and Edge suddenly realized that his feet were no longer touching the ground as he was held up by his jacket with Kal snarling in his face, “I do as I please.”

“Really,” Edge asked hiding his fear rather well because he was in deep shit, “Chump change?”

Kal dropped him as Ronan snapped the guns in two as if they were made out of plastic. He looked over at the four of them and made a face, “Oops.”

Edge got to his feet with the help of his men and called back as they made their way to the door, “In case you change your mind come to the Atlantis when you’re tired of playing little league.”

The three of them took off running when Kal shot fire beams after them. He laughed as he watched the three of them speed out of sight and he hooked the door back up the best he could looking at Ronan who threw the guns into the trash, “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said.

“Good,” Kal said and he quickly grabbed Ronan around the waist and pulled him into the bedroom.


“How could you keep this from me Chloe,” Lana asked with deep hurt in her voice, “All this time I was scared out of my mind that he might be hurt or worse.”

“I didn’t have a choice Lana,” Chloe told her as she stirred her cold coffee, “He said that if I told anyone he would go so far away that no one would ever find him.”

Lana got up from her chair to grab her purse when Chloe grabbed her by the wrist, “Where are you going?”

“To bring him home,” she said as she jerked her wrist free for Chloe to shout after her, “Be Careful Lana, he’s not himself.”

She jumped in her SUV and took off like a bat out of hell.


Kal shot up out of bed hissing in pain which woke Ronan instantly to see Kal pulling with all his might to get his ring off. He could see the symbol glowing like an angry red fire and he was sweating terribly.

He got the ring off and the angry glow left as quickly as it came as he fell back onto his pillow gasping for air. Ronan was by his side in an instant, “What the hell was that?”

Clark looked at him with tears in his eyes and just turned away from him. Ronan was not going to have any of that so he pulled Clark over and straddled his waist pinning his hands above his head with his supernatural strength.

“What are you doing,” Clark gasped as he fought him and the two rolled off the bed to crash into the floor below.

Clark pinned Ronan to the floor and Ronan saw that the red was gone from his eyes whispering, “The ring.”

Clark paled and slowly nodded, “It makes me not feel.”

He released Ronan and was across the room in an instant putting on some clothes. Ronan got to his feet and Clark asked, “Why are you still here with me?”

Ronan walked over to him and Clark moved away from his seductive touch as if burned by it. Ronan held his hand to his chest with deep pain flooding to the surface that he had kept buried for years.

Clark saw the pain in his beautiful eyes and regretted being so cold. Ronan smiled sadly and guessed that he had been wrong, but it did not matter now.

“When the sun goes down tonight,” Ronan said turning his back to him while putting on a shirt, “I’ll leave.”

“And do what,” Clark asked really regretting being so cold.

“To do my best to not get caught by my mother’s minions,” he said as he brushed his fingers through his long perfect hair.

“That’s why you were outside last night,” Clark said and Ronan blanked his face, “You were almost captured.”

Ronan turned his face away from him to look at the towel covering the window and asked, “Do you think death is painful?”

Clark blinked, “What?”

“Death,” Ronan whispered as glistening crystal red tears slide down his porcelain cheeks, “Do you think it would hurt?”

“I don’t know,” Clark said wondering what the hell must be going through his beautiful mind, “I’ve never died.”

Ronan slowly walked to the window and reached out only to have his hands pinned at his sides with Clark right in his face screaming, “Are you fucking mad?”

Ronan laughed as the red tears kept falling from his eyes, “Maybe…I don’t know anymore Kal.”

Clark moved to kiss his tear stained cheeks and Ronan shoved him away roaring like a massive tidal wave about to break shore, “Don’t!”

“What,” Clark asked completely blown away by the sheer volume of his voice, “I can’t kiss you now?”

Ronan took off at supernatural speed locking himself in the bathroom only for Clark to rip the door off the hinges one handed and threw it to the side. Ronan took a step back and Clark cocked his head to the side in worry, “What’s the matter with you?”

“If you taste my blood it will either kill you,” he said barely above a whisper, “Or make you like me.”

Clark paled. Ronan had just saved his life and he was pissed at him. He suddenly had a wet rag in his hand and gently stepped towards Ronan and began to wipe his beautiful face clean.

Ronan kept seeing that horrible image of Leif in front of him begging for him to help him. Damn Jenna and his evil illusions of past pains.

Clark threw the rag in the waist basket and pulled Ronan into his arms whispering softly, “I don’t want you to go.”

Ronan looked into his blue eyes, “Really?”

Clark nodded, “I feel I’ve known you forever.”

Ronan smiled into Clark’s chest as he thought to him self, “You’d be surprised.”

Clark inhaled his magical scent, “You’re like walking through a grove of night blooming jasmine.”

“Really,” Ronan asked as Leif came to his mind again.

“Your scent lures me into your life stealing vines,” Clark whispered.

Ronan silently gasped, “Leif?”

Clark smelled his silky red hair and moved it away so he could slide his nose along his neck breathing him in, “You’re a sweet poison.”

Ronan shook just a little as the past flooded his mind, “Actually, you are.”

“Ronan,” Clark asked.

“Yeah,” Ronan answered as he nestled into Clark’s warmth.

“If you ever try to do what you almost did again,” he said coolly, “I’ll chain you to the bed during the day.”

Ronan squeezed him tight and Clark pulled him back to smile into his beautiful eyes, “I’ll protect you.”

“You will,” Ronan asked as Clark pulled him into the living room, “Why?”

“Because you’re in trouble,” Clark said.

“Is that the only reason,” Ronan asked feeling his heart warm just slightly as a goofy grin graced Clark’s face that reminded him so much of Leif.

Clark kissed him full on the lips and pulled back laughing, “And for the fact that you’re an irresistible poison.”

Ronan smiled into his eyes and Clark was mesmerized by the power of his beauty. It was a beauty that could burn itself right into the very depth of your being if you looked at it for too long. He combed his fingers through Ronan’s long hair that was as soft as Spider’s silk and stronger than steel. He was about to say something when a loud knock came at the door.

Clark was on his feet in an instant and Ronan watched as he slid the ring on. He watched the veins in Clark’s body glow crimson red and the red fire entered his eyes once more. He waited until Ronan as safely behind the closed bedroom door before he turned to open the door to come face to face with Lana Lang.

TBC…

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