Oh, Such Pain

Oh, Such Pain

Flora Winters

I do not own any of the wonderful characters from Smallville or Pet Shop of Horrors.

Summary: A new pet shop has opened its magical doors in Smallville and its mysterious owner has his beautiful mismatched eyes set on wreaking devastation and mayhem on whoever sets foot within its threshold.

Pet shop of Horror/Smallville Crossover

M/M

Language

Chapter Six

The wicked witch was happy. Ding dong, the fucking witch was happy. She twirled around in graceful circles as she held the stone of power in her hand. Well, it was not exactly touching her skin. She had a thin piece of silk between the two. She had learned her lesson the last time. That little bit of arrogance had cost her dearly. She could not help but smile in rapture.

She ran over to her bed where she had her belt of power lying. She had it magically constructed just a little while ago, and carefully placed the stone of power into its designed slot. It was a perfect fit.

She quickly snapped her fingers and had a whole new outfit on. It matched her belt perfectly. She was a violet Goddess.

She put the belt on, and her eyes became like molten amethyst jewels. She could feel the power coursing through her veins and screamed out in pure pleasure at feeling one step closer to becoming a God. Her reflection in the mirror smiled back at her, and she looked herself over.

She spun around and quickly picked up the rose petals she would need for later, vanishing in a roar of violet fire.

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Leon was looking at his new body in the mirror and touched his face, “What have you done, D?”

“What my heart told me to do,” D said, wrapping his graceful pale arms around his narrow waist, resting his head on his broad back, “I need you.”

“I can feel him in here somewhere,” Leon said, running a hand over his smooth scalp, “I know what he knows.”

“I know,” D said, stretching his graceful neck up to kiss his Leon, “But we can be together now, like we were meant to be.”

The shop rumbled a little and Leon looked at D from the mirror, “What the hell was that?”

“Nothing,” D lied, knowing it was Isobel, “Just an angry three headed dragon.”

“Chris,” Leon suddenly said, “Where’s Chris?”

In a hiss of silk and falling cherry blossoms, the two of them were standing in the midst of the most beautiful forest ever to exist. D took his lover by the hand and led him to the grove of willows to the amber shell.

Leon looked down and saw his little brother lying inside with the raccoon, and that damn goat, tiger, thing. He reached out to touch the shell, but D stopped him.

“Is he,” Leon asked in tears.

“No,” D said, smiling, “He merely sleeps in happier dreams.”

“Why,” Leon asked.

“I,” D started and then faltered as that day came flooding back to him, “I could not tell him.”

Leon pulled D closer to him and wrapped his arms around the slender God, “Do not wake him.”

“Why,” D asked in confusion, only to realize that Chris would not recognize his brother in this state, “I see.”

“It would only confuse him,” Leon said, smiling down at him, “I don’t want to frighten the kid.”

D giggled at his humor, and then shook his head, “He dreams of a happy home with you, me, and all his little friends here in the pet shop.”

“Even that damn goat thing,” Leon asked with a sniff making D laugh harder.

“Even him,” D said.

“Damn,” Leon said, looking down at his kid brother who was smiling in his sleep, which warmed his heart.

“Come Leon,” D said, taking his hand in his, “We have much work to do.”

“Work,” Leon asked in confusion.

“I’ll explain once we’re in the air,” he said as they walked through a mystical window back into the parlor.

Leon gave up asking how that happened a long time ago.

“In the air,” he asked.

“You have a jet,” D smiled.

Leon frowned and then nodded, “This body has a jet.”

“Let’s go,” D said.

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“I apologize for interrupting your love making rituals, possum,” Genevieve said, looking around the lovely little farmhouse appreciatively, “But I must speak with you now.”

“How dare you,” Jason snarled as he advanced on her, “How dare you come into Clark’s house and speak like that!”

“Actually we were just about to set down and eat,” Clark said, taking Jason’s arm, “Can’t fuck on an empty stomach.”

Jason’s jaw hit the floor and Chloe put a hand over her mouth in shock. Did Clark just say all that?

Genevieve just looked at him, and then smiled, “I knew I was going to like you.”

Jason suddenly realized that he was a little underdressed and turned to Clark, “Got any pants that might fit me?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning, “Chloe, some with me?”

She walked past Genevieve, and followed Clark up the stairs to his bedroom, only for him to gently shut he door.

“What are you doing,” she asked.

“Looking for jeans,” he lied.

He was tuning in to the soap downstairs.

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“Why are you here,” Jason asked as he watched her walk around the tiny kitchen.

“I saw Isobel tonight,” she said, looking at the dog curled up under the table looking right at her.

“Lana,” Jason said, “You saw Lana Lang.”

“No,” Genevieve said, spinning around on sharp heels in a hiss, “I saw her glowing violet eyes.”

“What,” Jason asked loudly, and then moved closer, “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” she snapped and then calmed herself.

She took his hands, “She’s going for the stones.”

“Let her,” he said, pulling away, “I don’t want this life anymore.”

“Don’t be stupid, possum,” Genevieve said, “You’re my blood, and she will destroy us both.”

“I’ve done nothing to her,” he said, walking away.

“You think she cares about that,” she asked in outrage, “She’ll kill you just for breathing the very air that she does.”

“How can we stop her,” he asked, throwing his arms up in the air, “She had all her magic.”

“I have my ways,” she said enigmatically, “When we have all three stones, we can banish her forever.”

Jason looked up the stairs, wishing for Clark to come back down.

Genevieve followed his gaze, “And she’ll kill him just for being with you.”

Jason turned around to look at her as a fucking tear slipped. He had sworn to himself that he would never ever cry in her presence again. Well, that flew out the fucking window.

“My poor possum,” she said, walking up to him, and put his head against her warm breast, “Don’t you see?”

“See what,” he whispered, fighting not to put his arms around her.

All he ever wanted was love and affection.

“You can never be happy,” she whispered while running her fingers through his hair, “You can never be happy as long as Isobel remains a threat to us, my son.”

“I love him,” Jason whispered softly against her, and she closed her eyes.

It was something she did not want to hear. It only revealed to her how she had fucked up as a mother. If only she had been kinder, more loving towards him, maybe things could have been different between them.

“Do you really,” she asked, while searching for the right words to say.

“Yes,” he nodded, “I love Clark.”

“Then protect him by helping me to stop her,” she said.

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“Clark,” Chloe asked in concern when she saw how rigid he suddenly was, and shook him, “Are you okay?”

Clark was too shocked to move or even blink to acknowledge her. He did not know what to think or how to even react to this newfound knowledge.

He slowly turned to look at her, and was about to tell her he was fine, when a shrill shriek suddenly came from downstairs, followed by a long howl. He was up and out the door before Chloe could put a hand over her heart in fright.

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Genevieve was in her son’s arms as the two of them watched the big dog writhe on the floor as if in pain. All she did was give him a piece of meat from the table in order to earn his trust. Both of them heard something crashing down the stairs, only to look back in horror at Thor.

“What happened,” Clark asked, rushing into the kitchen only to freeze in horror.

Thor exploded into black mist only to emerge as a seven foot tall snarling beast that was walking upright.

“What the fuck,” Jason whispered in fear as he slowly backed away with his mother behind him.

“Thor,” Clark asked, and the snarling beast turned to glare at him with burning red eyes, “It’s me, Clark.”

Thor let out a long howl and Chloe screamed from the doorway, “It’s a goddamn werewolf!”

Thor howled and Clark quickly said, “Upstairs, Chloe!”

“Are you fucking mad,” she hissed, “It’ll eat us all!”

“Do it,” he snapped and she slowly backed around the corner, and out of sight.

She ran up the stairs to his bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it. She ran over to his window and wondered if she could climb down. Where the hell was her phone? Shit! It would be in her car.

Thor advanced on Clark who was slowly backing around the bar as Thor stalked his way around it. The huge beast snarled and swung a massive fist full of claws at him. He ducked and ran to stand in front of Jason and Genevieve.

“What happened,” Clark asked as he backed up slowly with them.

“I don’t know,” Jason said, “All mom did was give him some of the meat from the table.”

“Count D,” Clark thought to himself, “Is this the reason for the contracts? What the hell is he?”

Thor crouched down and was about to leap when Clark shouted, “Bad dog! You know not to jump in the house! What did mom say?”

Genevieve peeked over her son’s shoulder to look at the farmboy. Had he lost his damn mind? She watched Clark walk towards the snapping beast only for Jason to grab his arm, “What’re you doing?”

“Saving you,” Clark smiled, not taking his eyes off Thor, “It’s in my job description.”

“Are you crazy,” Jason hissed as Thor advanced, “He’ll kill you.”

“No he won’t,” Clark said, hoping it was true.

Clark broke free from his grasp and advanced towards Thor, “Well, obviously, someone wants a bath, and some medicine.”

Thor snapped and smacked Clark across the face, which sent him spiraling into the table.

Genevieve screamed and Thor leaped at her and Jason.

He ran right smack into Clark’s chest, bones crunched, and he fell to the ground.

Jason gasped, “So, I’m not crazy.”

Genevieve smiled at herself, “I knew you were a special one, Clark.”

A tear fell from Clark’s eye. He had heard the crunch of bones when Thor had hit him. He knelt down to see that he had broken his neck on impact. He was now holding what looked to be a normal German Shepard in his arms.

Jason let his mother go and went up to wrap his arms around Clark, “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Genevieve said from behind, “I am.”

“Clark,” Jason asked only for Clark to break free from him, and carry Thor outside.

“Go,” Genevieve said, walking towards the stairs, “I’ll go check on Miss Sullivan.”

He watched her wonder up the stairs as if nothing had happened. She must have been in shock from experiencing some real Smallville action, although this was some serious freaky shit going on.

He walked out the door to see Clark walking out behind the barn, and took off after him. He ran around the corner to see Clark blasting the ground with some kind of red energy beams from his eyes. That had to be the coolest thing he had ever seen in his life…except for the whole dog becoming a werewolf thing.

Hs saw some tiger lilies growing next to him and picked a few. He watched Clark gently laid Thor into the hole and then began to cover him up. In a whoosh there was a nice looking rock at the head of the grave, and Clark carved Thor into it with an index finger.

Jason blinked. That was all he could do at the moment.

He slowly walked up next to him, and placed the flowers on the grave. He turned to look at Clark, and took him in his arms, “I’ll never tell.”

Clark sniffed, “I know everything.”

Jason paled, “Everything?”

“Do you love me,” he asked in an almost silent whisper.

Jason pulled back and looked into Clark’s shiny green eyes to find no anger in them, “Yes.”

“I’ll help you,” he said, hugging Jason, “We have to save Lana.”

“Clark,” Jason said, resting his head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry for keeping secrets.”

“Hey,” Clark said, nuzzling his cheek, “We all keep secrets for a reason.”

He turned to look at the grave and Jason wiped his tears away. How was he going to explain this to his parents? He needed to pay Count D a little visit and play bitch slap. This had been a cruel trick.

They both turned around, making their way back towards the house. Neither of them saw the honeysuckle beginning to grow around the tombstone.

“Miss Sullivan,” Genevieve called out, “Why in the world are you on the roof?”

She was trying to climb down that one thing that Genevieve could not think of the name for. She was far too wealthy to know of such mundane things like what a water gutter was.

“Clark,” Chloe screamed, “I’m stuck!”

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Isobel was sitting in one of the Luthor’s finest private jets, sipping a very expensive bottle of wine. It had been so easy to enchant the elder Luthor. In fact, it had been easier than taking candy from a baby.

She was now on her way to China to get the second stone of power. She held the wineglass to her lips and cackled madly.

“Oh,” she said in delight, when she flipped on the television, “The O.C. is on.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.