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 Eight

Jonathan just sat there listening along with Martha about how their son had broken into Luthorcorp to steal a little metal box that he was now holding in his hand. He looked up when Ronan told him that it smelled like Clark and Jonathan opened it to reveal a vial of blood that was not labeled.

Jonathan’s heart sunk. He had trusted Helen Luthor to keep Clark’s secret. She had seemed like someone he could trust and now she was living the highlife with Lex now assumed dead after his plane went down.

He put the vial back in the case and handed it to Clark who was gone in a blur and was suddenly sitting next to Ronan on the sofa. Jonathan cleared his throat and Martha asked, “How did the two of you become “friends” Clark?”

Clark caught the emphasis on the word friends and blushed, “We met in a night club.”

Her eyed widened, “You what?”

Ronan envied the way Clark’s mother sounded so concerned about him and then smiled brightly, “He got me out of some trouble.”

“What kind of trouble,” Jonathan asked.

Martha saw him quickly hide the sadness in his eyes with a fake smile, “I was cornered by another meteor freak when the sun was about to rise.”

Jonathan nodded his head and Clark thought he was off the hook when his mother elbowed his dad in the ribs making him ask, “Nightclub, Clark?”

Clark looked up at his dad sheepishly and began to explain things while Ronan envied the fact that Clark actually had a dad who loved him ever much. Ronan had never known a father. His mother told him that he had no father and he knew now that she had not been lying. She had created him from herself. Why wasn’t he like her? Why wasn’t he evil to the core?

He was brought out of his troubled thoughts when Clark poked him in the side making him turn to look at him with a confused expression, “I’m sorry, what?”

Clark smiled, “I have chores to do,” he said as he got to his feet, “You can sleep in my room if you want.”

Ronan nodded his head and Clark watched him glide up the stairs like a phantom mist. The elder Kent’s looked at their son, “What is he really?”

Clark turned around to look at them and said before he blurred out of sight, “Special.”

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Martha looked at her husband who seemed to be trying to figure something out in his head. She touched his shoulder and smiled warmly at him and he kissed her on the forehead. The both of them looked up the stairs and wondered what kind of creature this was who seemed to have captured the affection of their son.

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Ronan was lying face down on Clark’s twin bed burying his face in his pillow. The scent of him was everywhere and on everything. He wanted so much to just get up and take a quick peek out the window to watch Clark in action as he completed his chores. Things sure did seem to go back to normal rather quickly for this family.

He realized that the Kent’s were an interesting family. They were probably use to this sort of thing happening all the time. Clark did tell him stories of where these meteor freaks would pop up and run off with his friends. He just hoped the Kent’s did not view him like this.

A noise caught his attention when he rolled over on Clark’s bed. It was the quick sound of metal tearing and Clark yelling for someone to never show their sorry asses in Smallville again.

Ronan was by the window in an instant and realized that the voice belonged to Mr. Edge. He must be here for the vial of Clark’s blood. No wonder he wanted it so badly as to come all the way out here for it. Their could be great power in that blood and someone like Mr. Edge did not need to get his filthy hands on it.

Ronan could hear the vehicle drive off and was he was downstairs in an instant that seemed to not spook the elder Kent’s at all. The both of them looked up at him and Jonathan asked, “You okay?”

They must not have heard what had happened outside. The door suddenly opened and Clark came inside and Ronan rushed over and took him by the hands asking in concern, “What did he want?”

Jonathan was on his feet, “What did who want,” he asked and then realized, “Was it him Clark?”

Clark nodded, “He wanted that vial.”

Martha paled, “Does he know it’s your blood Clark?”

“No,” Clark reassured her.

“He knows about your powers though Clark,” Jonathan told him.

“Yes,” Clark said with deep regret, “He does.”

“I can make sure he never bothers you or your family again Clark,” Ronan hissed, “Just as soon as the sun goes down.”

“No,” Clark said severely as he squeezed Ronan’s hands, “We can’t kill him.”

“Who said anything about killing him,” Ronan smiled evilly in which sent chills down the elder Kent’s spines, “There are worse things than the cold hands of death Clark.”

“No,” Clark said shaking his head.

“He knows your secret,” Ronan hissed louder which reminded Martha of a great cat, “I won’t let him hurt you.”

Clark took a deep breath. The last thing he needed was Ronan to vamp out and scare the fuck out of his parents. He looked into Ronan’s aqua orbs and asked, “What will you do to him?”

“It’s simple,” Ronan said coyly as he played with his hair, “I’ll just threaten him a little and tell him that if he so much as thinks about you I’ll return to kill him.”

Jonathan was really starting to like Ronan more and more. He was doing exactly what he would do if he had the power but a shotgun to someone’s chest is scary to.

Clark thought it over in his head. It would be so much easier if he was on red k. He could not even hesitate to kill the man. He looked at Ronan and said, “Let me think on it.”

Ronan nodded and Martha was torn. She did not want her baby threatened and she did not want him to go near this man. She really liked how Ronan was willing to protect her son but what were his motives?

Clark nodded and before he thought he kissed Ronan on the cheek and then blushed furiously as the shocked expressions on his parent’s faces, “I have to go get supplies.”

Before Jonathan could protest, Clark was gone in a blue blur. Ronan just stood there with his back to the elder Kent’s as Martha said, “Well, that’s one question answered,” and both Kent’s heard a door close upstairs.

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A few hours passed and Ronan was looking through one of Clark’s photo albums committing to memory the way his life was. He saw pictures of a cute blonde and a beautiful brunette on either side of Clark holding onto him like he was a teddy bear. He thought it was the cutest thing ever.

He flipped through some more pages and saw Clark with a handsome bald man in the picture. He had his arm draped around Clark’s shoulder smiling into the camera with a mug of coffee or tea in the other hand.

Ronan saw that this man held a hidden coldness in his eyes that hinted at deep loneliness. He looked like he really treasured Clark’s friendship.

Ronan suddenly realized that compared to these humans he was far too beautiful to fit in normally. He was not vane in any since of the word. His mother just named him Beautiful Death for a reason. He was the most beautiful thing a victim saw before they slid into eternity.

He looked over at the mirror and saw his mother looking back at him. There was so much of her in him that it frightened him. There are moments that he can be just as cold and emotionless as she is.

He shook his head and thought of the warmth and love Mrs. Kent showered down on her son like sunshine. She was so warm and loving that it made his heart twist in pain. How he longed for the love of his mother.

He cursed under his breath as a blood tear fell to stain Clark’s white sheets. That would leave a permanent stain. No matter how many times Mrs. Kent washed it would never come out.

He carefully put Clark’s photographs away and jumped to his feet when he heard Mrs. Kent scream, “Jonathan!”

He heard a door slam shut and quickly raced from the room down the stairs like a tidal wave only to hiss and fall back from the light as if he hit a stone wall. He laid there in the shadows as he watched the two elder Kent’s being taken to the barn at gunpoint and he was powerless to do anything to help them.

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Clark was mad as hell. Chloe would not even talk to him and Lana refused to even look at him. He raced into the house and threw the bag down on the table when he realized that the sun was shining in the kitchen.

He looked out the window to see that the moving truck finally arrived. His parents were losing the farm and it is all his fault. He should have been here for them instead of getting scared and running away.

“Clark,” Ronan called from the shadows, “Edge’s men took your parents to the barn.”

He was at Ronan’s side in a heartbeat looking him over, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Ronan hissed at being fussed over, “Go help your parents.”

Ronan watched the door slam shut and just stood their feeling helpless. He had all this power and could not do a damn thing until the sun went down. He did have the scent of the two men though. So if either of the elder Kent’s or Clark were harmed he would enjoy tearing them and Mr. Edge to shreds and lick his talons clean.

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“Clark,” Martha called out as he come racing into the barn like a Kansas twister.

He saw that his mom and dad had been tied up and his dad’s lip was busted. He growled in anger and stopped when Mr. Edge put a gun to his mother’s temple and cocked it, “Settle down Kal.”

“Kal,” Martha asked.

“Shut up,” Edge said as he looked at Clark, “Give me what I want.”

“Sorry,” Clark said, “I only like young immortal men.”

Edge’s eyes glowed dangerously and Martha had to stop a snort of her very nervous amusement as Edge poked the gun against her temple, “Cute, Kal.”

Jonathan opened his eyes and shouted, “Don’t give it to him Clark!”

“Shut up,” one of Edge’s minions shouted as he backhanded Jonathan across the face.

“Don’t move,” Edge shouted as Clark seethed in rage, “Give me what you took from Luthorcorp.”

Clark looked at his mom who was looking very brave for the fact of having a gun poking right into her temple by a madman. Clark let out a deep defeated sigh, “Fine.”

He suddenly realized that it was starting to get dark as he walked up the steps to his loft only to hear Edge shout, “No funny business Kal!”

“I’m just getting you what was in the vault,” Clark said as he rummaged around trying to find something, anything, “I can’t believe you were going to pay me that amount for this!”

“What do you mean,” Edge shouted up the stairs starting to feel panicked because Lionel wanted what had been stolen. He just didn’t say what it was.

Clark picked up the drawing he had made of a symbol in the Kawatche cave and put it in the silver case that use to hold the blood sample that was now shattered and drying up in the middle of some Arizona desert.

He walked back down the steps and handed it to Edge who quickly opened it and looked at him, “Are you shitin’ me?”

“Like I said,” Clark snapped, “You were going to pay me that for that.”

“What the fuck is this,” Edge shouted, “Lionel threatens me for this!”

“How should I know,” Clark asked, “You paid me to steal what was in the vault so I did.”

“You better be right Kal,” Edge threatened, “Or I’ll,” but he was suddenly cut off by a voice that could freeze Crater Lake in the middle of summer, “You’ll what?”

Edge froze when he saw the unearthly beauty standing in the dark entrance of the barn, “Where’s Russell?”

“Was that his name,” Ronan asked licking a long canine that made Martha gasp.

“What did you do,” Edge demanded.

Ronan tossed an empty skin at his feet smiling evilly, “He tasted like sunshine.”

Edge shook as he looked down at the empty skin at his feet that had been sucked dry of everything, “You monster.”

Ronan snorted as the shadows coiled and played along his glowing skin, “You should meet my mother,” he cooed, “She makes me look like a little candle compared to her roaring inferno.”

“Ronan,” Clark asked getting kind of nervous as those magical eyes fell on him, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Clark,” he said in a venomous voice sweetened in a thin layer of honey, “But Mr. Edge and Lackey number two won’t be.”

Martha and Jonathan could not believe their eyes. They had been housing a vampire all day. Clark had some serious explaining to do once they figured out a way to get themselves out of this fine mess.

Clark was at Ronan’s side in a flash holding his hands, “My parents might get hurt,” he whispered.

Ronan looked over Clark’s shoulder at Mr. Edge who still had his gun at Mrs. Kent’s head and he winked at him and Lackey number two. Both men cried out and fell to their knees in horrible pain dropping their guns.

Clark quickly ran over and gathered them up hurling them up into his loft. He quickly untied his parents and they stood next to him as they watched Ronan saunter over to kneel down in front of Edge.

“Does it hurt,” he asked in a silky false concern.

“What do you fucking think,” Edge seethed between grinding teeth.

“Ronan,” Clark called, “You have to stop.”

“He was going to kill your parents Clark,” Ronan said not taking his eyes off this cruel and evil man, “And he would not have hesitated or cared.”

“You have to stop,” he said again trying to get through the bloodlust in his eyes.

“I drained the one who struck your father as he was dragged from the house,” Ronan told him while sliding a long talon along Edge’s throat, “Let me do the same to these?”

Clark shook his head, “Please, Ronan, stop.”

Ronan blinked and the two men could feel the pain lessen as Ronan quickly grabbed them by their arms lifting them off the ground hissing in cold fury, “You will leave now you pathetic little worms and if I so much as smell you I will show you what horrors my mother tortured me with for centuries!”

He hurled them across the barn to the entrance where they quickly scrambled to their feet and took off running. Clark walked over and slowly put a hand on Ronan’s shoulder and felt him shaking. His voice was harsh and hinted at sadness, “I would have killed them had you not stopped me.”

“Clark,” Martha asked and Jonathan held her close, “I think we need to talk sweetheart.”

“I’ll leave,” Ronan said as he stepped away from Clark who reached out to grab his wrist in an iron grip.

“No,” Jonathan said, “You saved our lives.”

Martha nodded and Ronan looked at them with total surprise, “We just need Clark to fix the barn for you during the day.”

Ronan looked at Clark in faint happiness and yet his voice was sad, “But aren’t you moving?”

“We are,” Jonathan said, “But not for sometime yet.”

“They will be back,” Ronan said looking at the entrance, “They know you’re secret Clark.”

The Kent’s frowned as he continued, “Who is to say they won’t run to this Lionel and tell him about Clark and me?”

“Edge values power,” Clark said, “He won’t lose his leverage on me.”

“You don’t know that,” Ronan said wishing he had just torn the bastard’s throat out with his fangs, “He could kill your family and your friends Clark just to hurt you.”

“Then there would be nothing to stop me from killing him,” Clark told him, “I am super strong and indestructible.”

Ronan looked at Clark’s parents, “While the sun is up I’m powerless to do anything to help you.”

The elder Kent’s looked at each other and then Jonathan walked over to Ronan, “I don’t think he’ll show around here for quite some time after that scare you gave him.”

Ronan tried to smile and found that he couldn’t. He knew that he had really scared Clark’s parents even though they were still being kind to him. Clark squeezed his shoulder and said as if he could read his mind, “You saved them, and they really like you.”

He leaned his head against Clark’s neck as they made their way into the house after burying that skin.

Jenna had been watching the little drama play out from the deeper darkness. It had not turned out the way he had hoped but what could one do? He ran his plan over in his head and jumped down from the tree asking, “What do you two think?”

The dead body of edge and Lackey number two just looked at him with dead eyes frozen in pure horror as Jenna smiled down at them, “I knew you would agree.”

TBC…

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