Into Dust

Into Dust

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: If he can’t find true love…the blessing of the Moon will become his eternal curse. MM, Language.

Chapter Six

It was morning and the sun was shining through the window curtains in dusty beams of light. Did Clark not ever clean his room? I’m surprised I’m not choking right now because of all the dust that was in the air. That boy definitely needs to learn how to clean.

I rolled over onto my side and rested my head on top of my left arm. There were sounds coming from outside that reminded me of a tractor running over a hundred screaming cats. I could smell something being prepared in the kitchen. I love bacon.

My thoughts centered on what had happened earlier this morning. Nothing was making sense to me. How could my mother keep such a secret from me? Had she been like me? Had my father? Had they even known that this was going to happen to me?

I broke out into goosebumps when a sudden chill ran down my spine. I drew the covers closer and shivered. My stepfather was probably tearing the house apart trying to find me at this very moment.

A sudden knock came at the door and I jumped up to see Clark stepping in all dressed for school. He was the king of plaid. From what I’ve noticed of the students…he’s the only one who actually wears the stuff. He wears it good.

“Good morning,” Clark smiled brightly and took a seat in his chair, “How are you feeling?”

“Freaky,” I said and tried to give him a small grin, “And scared.”

“My mom found some jeans that might fit you and I found some of my old shirts as well,” he said and suddenly had them all in hand, “I thought you might like these colors.”

“Primary colors,” I asked as I looked at the bright yellow, the deep red, and the aqua blue one.

He blushed, “I can try and find something else if you don’t like these.”

“No,” I said reaching out my hand and taking the pretty aqua blue one, “I like them.”

He looked up from his shoes, “Really?”

“Yes,” I said only for the sheet to fall from me.

His emerald green eyes could not help but look me over and I quickly snatched the sheets back up. Thank god I had some kind of sweat pants on. They were huge, but served their purpose. Had Clark put them on me? That made me blush.

“Sorry,” he quickly apologized and got to his feet to leave, “Really sorry.”

He was suddenly gone before I could tell him that it was okay. I didn’t understand what was going on. Was the handsome farmboy into me? Why? They’re such better looking guys out there if he is. I’m nothing to look at. I’m ugly and too thin to be attractive.

I sat up and got to my feet. The smell of cooking only seemed to get stronger as I put the nice fitting pants on. They did not look old at all, and they fit me like a second skin.

Did Clark have a thin shirt that I could wear under the blue one?

I walked over to his open closet and bit my bottom lip. Would he get mad? I would be if someone went through my clothes.

I shook my head and plowed through them. He had all kinds of clothes and I simply loved the black leather pants in the far back. Did his parents know about those?

I found one. It was a thin black long sleeve shirt that looked like it would fit me perfectly. I slipped it on and then threw the blue one on over it.

I walked over to slowly look at myself in the mirror and did not recognize the young man staring out at me with big blue eyes. There was a complete stranger in the mirror.

My skin was glowing with a radiance of health and my eyes were as blue as moonlight on water. Had they ever been this blue? My hair was a glistening chocolate color that looked lighter and silkier to the touch.

I touched my face and it felt as smooth as butter…only not oily. My ivory skin was glowing with health from the inside out.

There was no way I could leave looking like this. People would think me a freak. Oh, wait, I am one…but still!

I turned away from myself and looked down at my bare feet…then at my hands. My nails…they were all shiny…like polished glass. This was no fingernail polish.

I needed sox…I needed gloves. Where would those be? Where were my shoes?

“Darrian,” a voice suddenly came from behind me.

I yelped and was suddenly wondering why everything was upside down. Why was Clark looking at me like that…and why was he standing on the ceiling?

Oh…shit!

I was hanging on the ceiling like Spiderman, looking down at Clark. His green eyes were as big as silver dollars.

“How do I get down,” I asked looking this way and that, “Why didn’t Mom leave instructions?”

I was flipping the hell out.

“Calm down,” Clark quickly said and walked under me, “Or you’ll fall.”

“Fall,” I yelped and felt myself suddenly slipping.

My eyes widened and I cried out, only to land in Clark’s arms. I had my arms wrapped around his neck in knots with my eyes squeezed shut tighter than bolts.

“Are you okay,” he asked and I refused to open my eyes, “You know…if I was normal…I’d be choking right now.”

“Clark,” Mrs. Kent yelled up the stairs, “Time for breakfast! Get Darrian, please?”

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I felt really weird sitting at a table with a family that did not even know me, and yet they were treating me like I was one of Clark’s oldest friends. Was this normal? I looked at Clark who was inhaling his egg and bacon sandwich like he had not eaten in days.

“Clark,” Mrs. Kent snapped, and bopped him on top of the head with a wooden spoon, “Where did you learn your manners?”

Clark looked at me and grinned, “On a farm.”

I snorted and then laughed. He really was funny.

Mrs. Kent rolled her eyes and looked at Mr. Kent who blanched, “Obey your mother, Clark.”

“Now I know who really wears the pants around here,” Clark laughed and Mr. Kent let out a sad sigh.

This family was too good to be true.

“What was that yell we heard just before you two came downstairs,” Mrs. Kent asked as she sat her glass of sparkling orange juice down.

“Me,” I said, “I stubbed my toe.”

Clark looked up at me from his bright red tomato and cocked a brow, “He was hopping around on one foot.”

I gave him a small smile and looked at Mr. Kent, “I need to go home.”

Mr. Kent and Mrs. Kent both looked at each other and some strange emotion passed between them. Their thoughts were mumbled and Clark’s were as silent as ever.

“What is it,” I asked in a timid voice.

“You can’t go home, Dear,” Mrs. Kent calmly said.

“I don’t want you too,” Clark said and his face was as dark as a storm, “He’ll hurt you, again.”

“He won’t be able too,” Mr. Kent said…but his mouth did not move.

I looked at the elder Kent and my eyes widened in shock, “How?”

He blinked, “What?”

“How were they,” I asked, “How did they…die?”

Clark looked just as confused as me.

“You don’t want to know,” Mr. Kent said.

But I did know. I could see it all in his mind. My stepfather and Tim had been torn apart by something incredibly strong.

I could see blood dripping from the white walls and a severed foot lying in a pool of blood. There was an arm hanging from the ceiling fan, and a shredded torso lying at the foot of the stairs.

I stumbled away from the table and was suddenly seeing Tim’s severed head sitting up in his computer chair with one eye hanging from its socket and the other a gaping hole. His tongue was protruding with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

His headless body was lying on the bed among sheets stained with random body fluids. There was a huge gaping hole through his chest where his heart should have been. His left leg had been chewed off at the knee and his right hand was missing.

I fell to my knees in the floor and threw up my breakfast all in Mrs. Kent’s nice clean floor. I gagged until I was dry heaving. My stomach was empty but I could not stop.

Tim’s cock had been ripped off at the root and nailed to his bed’s headboard.

Clark held my shoulders and was doing his best to calm me down.

“How,” I rasped and my stomach heaved nothing again, “Did I?”

“No,” Mr. Kent said quickly, “Clark never left your side.”

“Then how,” I sobbed. I had wanted them dead, but not like this, “I saw it all.”

“How did you,” Mrs. Kent asked with worry on her face.

“I don’t know,” I said and let Clark pull me away from the mess, “How did you see this?”

“I went with Sheriff Ethan this morning to pay your stepfather a visit,” Mr. Kent said, “And the door had been shattered…with blood all over the glass.”

I was shivering. If I had gone home last night…

I spun around and wrapped my arms around Clark’s waist and cried.

“Sweetheart,” Mrs. Kent spoke softly as she came around the table to kneel down next to us, “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“The authorities know that as well,” Mr. Kent said, “You stayed the night with us.”

I couldn’t say anything because I didn’t trust my voice. I was sorry that they were killed…slaughtered like that…but…I am free.

My eyes snapped open in fear. Had it been looking for me…whatever “it” was? What if it came here?

I felt Clark’s hands running in circles up and down my back. It was helping to calm me down.

“I can smell it,” I whispered as I looked up at him, “I can smell their deaths.”

And, it had not been a quick one. I could tell that they had suffered and screamed horribly as they died.

My stomach heaved again and I quickly pulled away from Clark only for nothing to come up.

Mrs. Kent took my hands, “I don’t think you need to go to school today, Sweetheart.”

My stomach and throat was burning. They were as raw as hell. I nodded my head and looked over at Clark who was beside me.

“I’ll bring you your homework,” he said softly and helped me to my feet.

I let Mrs. Kent lead me from the kitchen and back up the stairs to their bathroom.

“I’m going to run you a nice bath,” she said and had me take a seat on the toilet.

She turned the water on and turned back to look at me, “Bubbles?”

Tears streamed from my eyes.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.