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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,140
Reviews:
12
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 Seven
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 Seven
A warm fire was gently burning in the stone fireplace in front of me. There was a tall figure standing in front of it with their back turned to me. The slender figure had on a bright red cloak with a hood covering their head.
Where the hell am I?
“I see you have come for a visit, Dear Heart,” a kind voice said with a soothing warmth that was as cool as water in silver moonlight, “What have you brought me?”
I saw an elderly woman step out of the shadows and into the firelight. She must have been very beautiful in her day. Her skin was as pale as alabaster and deeply wrinkled. She had hair as white as snow and eyes as blue as the sky.
The tall figure standing in front of the fireplace spun around with an unnatural grace. My eyes widened in shock when she lowered her head rood.
A tall woman stood in front of the flames with eyes as green as grass and hair as red as blood. Her skin was a flawless, glowing ivory. She was more beautiful than any woman had the right to be…and she knew it.
“Death,” her honey sweet voice dripped with deadly poison, “Death is what I bring you.”
The old woman did not even blink when the young woman’s lovely hands transformed into deadly black razor sharp talons that looked as if they could carve flesh from bone. She took a graceful step towards the elder with piercing eyes that burned acid green.
“You think you have the power to kill a priestess to the Queen of Night,” the old woman chuckled sadly, “Shymauntea’s will is above all else, Dear Heart.”
“I’ll build her an altar from your bloody bones, Grandmother Ooladade,” the young woman hissed as she flexed her deadly talons, “And the Silver Mist Maiden will be appeased.”
“Your twin brother betrayed his oath to Mother Moon,” Ooladade said calmly, “And he has been punished. Do not make me have to punish you as well, Ariel.”
“Lonx was innocent of any wrong doing,” Ariel shrieked and pounced only to be blasted to the floor by a beam of intense silver light.
My eyes widened in horror as she began to transform into a mighty wolf. Her muscles rippled and burning red hair covered her body as she howled in rage.
“You dare,” Ooladade asked calmly, “To attack your own Grandmother?”
“Bitch,” Ariel’s deep voice snarled and her deadly jaws snapped at the old woman with razor sharp fangs, “I’ll rip out your heart!”
“What has become of you, my dear Ariel,” the old woman asked sadly, “Lonx committed a terrible sin against the Silver Virgin.”
“And you killed him for it,” Ariel roared, “You killed them both!”
“It was the will of the Goddess,” Ooladade said as her skin began to glow with silver fire, “The two of them knew the law…Thorn knew better than most.”
Ariel’s green eyes burned with fury as her deep voice raged, “The two of them loved each other!”
“And they are now together,” Ooladade said, “You must understand, Dear Heart, I only follow the will of the Mother.”
“No,” Ariel screamed, “You follow your own will! You could not stand the fact that two men loved each other so much, that they went behind your back! You killed your own Grandson!”
My eyes widened. What was I witnessing? Why was I even here?
“Enough,” Ooladade snapped and her ancient voice now had an icy sharp edge to it, “The will of the Goddess is beyond you.”
I gasped when Ariel lunged with all her might at the old woman again. She was struck down with a blinding, silver light and laid in human form on the ground in tears.
“My poor child,” the old woman whispered sadly, “You betray me as well…”
“Leave her alone,” I yelled without meaning to.
“You hush,” the old woman snapped and her blue eyes were suddenly burning into me, “Moon Cursed.”
What the fuck? She can see me?
“You should not even be here,” the old woman said as silver fire burned in a circle around Ariel’s naked body, “But the will of the Goddess is shrouded in mysteries.”
“What are you doing to her,” I yelled but had to move away from the freezing heat of the silver fire.
“What was once a blessing from Mother Moon shall now be a curse upon all your offspring…the pain will be most terrible and the horror of your loneliness shall make your heart colder than ice,” the old woman chanted and slit her palm with a silver blade, “By my blood and silver flame, it shall be!”
Her blood dripped into the silver circle and Ariel let out a blood chilling scream that became a howl of pain. Her skin began to melt and boil away to reveal the tortured beast within.
My eyes snapped open and I realized I was under water. I sat up in the tub gasping for air while trying to calm my racing heart.
Had that been real?
“Darrian,” Mrs. Kent asked from outside the door and knocked, “Are you all right in there?”
“Fine,” I said and my voice was a lot calmer that I felt, “Be right out.”
“Take your time,” she said, “I was just checking.”
“Thanks,” I called and wiped my eyes only to shiver from feeling those cold blue eyes glaring at me.
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I could not get the gruesome images out of my head. I could not believe that they had been killed that way. It looked as though whatever had done it, had in fact, took joy in it.
I could see Tim being lifted off his bare feet by the throat. Those powerful talons squeezing until his eyes popped from their sockets. I shook my head. The image would not go away.
I can hear him screaming as his cock was being ripped off. In a sick, evil way, I felt like smiling. He had been such an ass hat.
My stepfather, on the other hand, had been torn to shreds. They found bits of him in every room. They found a foot here, a finger over there, a big toe in the sink. He had been a very handsome man, with a very sick mind.
Had he begged for his life? Had he begged for Tim’s? Had he said how sorry he was for what he had done?
I looked down at my feet and sighed as I stood under an apple tree in the Kent’s orchard. The two of them are dead and I’m free from them forever.
There was not going to be anymore yelling, beatings, and name calling. That evil son of a bitch was never going to be able to lay his disgusting hands on me again. He would never get the chance to…
“Fuck,” I hissed and leaned back against the tree as the memories flashed through my mind. The pain of being torn in two made me shiver and I wrapped my arms around myself.
“Never again,” I whispered and slid down the smooth trunk of the tree to sit with my knees drawn in tight against my chest, “Never again…”
I can still hear myself begging for him to stop. The sounds of my clothes tearing and a deep grunt had me in tears.
Why? What had I done to have deserved such a fate?
“This will teach you to look so much like that bitch,” that cruel and drunken voice slurred as I screamed in agony, “I’ll teach you to have her eyes, hair, and looks.”
I grabbed my head and yelled, “Stop it!”
The images were suddenly gone and I could hear the birds chirping happily in the sunshine…until I snarled and sent them flying for their little lives.
I wished Clark would come home.
Home?
I no longer had a home…if one would call where I had lived a home. What was I going to do?
I put my head down on my knees and watched the butterflies flutter around the orchard, wishing that Clark was sitting right here beside me.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
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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 Seven
A warm fire was gently burning in the stone fireplace in front of me. There was a tall figure standing in front of it with their back turned to me. The slender figure had on a bright red cloak with a hood covering their head.
Where the hell am I?
“I see you have come for a visit, Dear Heart,” a kind voice said with a soothing warmth that was as cool as water in silver moonlight, “What have you brought me?”
I saw an elderly woman step out of the shadows and into the firelight. She must have been very beautiful in her day. Her skin was as pale as alabaster and deeply wrinkled. She had hair as white as snow and eyes as blue as the sky.
The tall figure standing in front of the fireplace spun around with an unnatural grace. My eyes widened in shock when she lowered her head rood.
A tall woman stood in front of the flames with eyes as green as grass and hair as red as blood. Her skin was a flawless, glowing ivory. She was more beautiful than any woman had the right to be…and she knew it.
“Death,” her honey sweet voice dripped with deadly poison, “Death is what I bring you.”
The old woman did not even blink when the young woman’s lovely hands transformed into deadly black razor sharp talons that looked as if they could carve flesh from bone. She took a graceful step towards the elder with piercing eyes that burned acid green.
“You think you have the power to kill a priestess to the Queen of Night,” the old woman chuckled sadly, “Shymauntea’s will is above all else, Dear Heart.”
“I’ll build her an altar from your bloody bones, Grandmother Ooladade,” the young woman hissed as she flexed her deadly talons, “And the Silver Mist Maiden will be appeased.”
“Your twin brother betrayed his oath to Mother Moon,” Ooladade said calmly, “And he has been punished. Do not make me have to punish you as well, Ariel.”
“Lonx was innocent of any wrong doing,” Ariel shrieked and pounced only to be blasted to the floor by a beam of intense silver light.
My eyes widened in horror as she began to transform into a mighty wolf. Her muscles rippled and burning red hair covered her body as she howled in rage.
“You dare,” Ooladade asked calmly, “To attack your own Grandmother?”
“Bitch,” Ariel’s deep voice snarled and her deadly jaws snapped at the old woman with razor sharp fangs, “I’ll rip out your heart!”
“What has become of you, my dear Ariel,” the old woman asked sadly, “Lonx committed a terrible sin against the Silver Virgin.”
“And you killed him for it,” Ariel roared, “You killed them both!”
“It was the will of the Goddess,” Ooladade said as her skin began to glow with silver fire, “The two of them knew the law…Thorn knew better than most.”
Ariel’s green eyes burned with fury as her deep voice raged, “The two of them loved each other!”
“And they are now together,” Ooladade said, “You must understand, Dear Heart, I only follow the will of the Mother.”
“No,” Ariel screamed, “You follow your own will! You could not stand the fact that two men loved each other so much, that they went behind your back! You killed your own Grandson!”
My eyes widened. What was I witnessing? Why was I even here?
“Enough,” Ooladade snapped and her ancient voice now had an icy sharp edge to it, “The will of the Goddess is beyond you.”
I gasped when Ariel lunged with all her might at the old woman again. She was struck down with a blinding, silver light and laid in human form on the ground in tears.
“My poor child,” the old woman whispered sadly, “You betray me as well…”
“Leave her alone,” I yelled without meaning to.
“You hush,” the old woman snapped and her blue eyes were suddenly burning into me, “Moon Cursed.”
What the fuck? She can see me?
“You should not even be here,” the old woman said as silver fire burned in a circle around Ariel’s naked body, “But the will of the Goddess is shrouded in mysteries.”
“What are you doing to her,” I yelled but had to move away from the freezing heat of the silver fire.
“What was once a blessing from Mother Moon shall now be a curse upon all your offspring…the pain will be most terrible and the horror of your loneliness shall make your heart colder than ice,” the old woman chanted and slit her palm with a silver blade, “By my blood and silver flame, it shall be!”
Her blood dripped into the silver circle and Ariel let out a blood chilling scream that became a howl of pain. Her skin began to melt and boil away to reveal the tortured beast within.
My eyes snapped open and I realized I was under water. I sat up in the tub gasping for air while trying to calm my racing heart.
Had that been real?
“Darrian,” Mrs. Kent asked from outside the door and knocked, “Are you all right in there?”
“Fine,” I said and my voice was a lot calmer that I felt, “Be right out.”
“Take your time,” she said, “I was just checking.”
“Thanks,” I called and wiped my eyes only to shiver from feeling those cold blue eyes glaring at me.
88888888888888888888888
I could not get the gruesome images out of my head. I could not believe that they had been killed that way. It looked as though whatever had done it, had in fact, took joy in it.
I could see Tim being lifted off his bare feet by the throat. Those powerful talons squeezing until his eyes popped from their sockets. I shook my head. The image would not go away.
I can hear him screaming as his cock was being ripped off. In a sick, evil way, I felt like smiling. He had been such an ass hat.
My stepfather, on the other hand, had been torn to shreds. They found bits of him in every room. They found a foot here, a finger over there, a big toe in the sink. He had been a very handsome man, with a very sick mind.
Had he begged for his life? Had he begged for Tim’s? Had he said how sorry he was for what he had done?
I looked down at my feet and sighed as I stood under an apple tree in the Kent’s orchard. The two of them are dead and I’m free from them forever.
There was not going to be anymore yelling, beatings, and name calling. That evil son of a bitch was never going to be able to lay his disgusting hands on me again. He would never get the chance to…
“Fuck,” I hissed and leaned back against the tree as the memories flashed through my mind. The pain of being torn in two made me shiver and I wrapped my arms around myself.
“Never again,” I whispered and slid down the smooth trunk of the tree to sit with my knees drawn in tight against my chest, “Never again…”
I can still hear myself begging for him to stop. The sounds of my clothes tearing and a deep grunt had me in tears.
Why? What had I done to have deserved such a fate?
“This will teach you to look so much like that bitch,” that cruel and drunken voice slurred as I screamed in agony, “I’ll teach you to have her eyes, hair, and looks.”
I grabbed my head and yelled, “Stop it!”
The images were suddenly gone and I could hear the birds chirping happily in the sunshine…until I snarled and sent them flying for their little lives.
I wished Clark would come home.
Home?
I no longer had a home…if one would call where I had lived a home. What was I going to do?
I put my head down on my knees and watched the butterflies flutter around the orchard, wishing that Clark was sitting right here beside me.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
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