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 Eight

Sheriff Ethan came by the Kent farm to let them know that my house was still under strict investigation. The likes of my step families murder was something out of a horror movie. If only the poor man knew how right he was. He would probably wet himself if he saw me howling at the moon in my scary fur.

I decided to stay in Clark’s loft until he left. I did not want to hear anymore of the details, because I had seen enough in Mr. Kent’s mind. It was something out of a horror movie and I did not want the star role. Let some other bitch have it.

I rolled over on Clark’s sofa and sighed. What in the hell had that daydream been about? It had been so freaky. Hell, I could have fucking drowned.

What the hell had that old bat called me? Moon Cursed? What the fuck was that? I don’t need no moon to feel cursed. I’ve been that ever since Mom tripped the bucket…kicked the bucket.

I had felt so bad for the poor red headed woman. What had her name been? I really should have written this shit down. It had something to do with a pissed off Goddess and two men fucking each other.

What really had me confused is that the old woman had seen me. She had looked right at me with those scary blue eyes and told me to hush. I wanted to smack her wrinkled face off.

She had killed that poor woman’s twin brother because he had fallen in love with a…Silver Virgin? What the hell had their names been? Here I thought Christianity was harsh against homosexuals. Jesus, save me from your crazy followers. For some odd reason, I wanted him to come back right at that moment, and bitch slap all the stupid people while shrieking in their faces, “That’s not what I mean’t!”

Now, there was some pissed off Goddess on the rampage in my scary dreams. Hell, Christianity no longer scared me…this Goddess one did. This is no fluffy new age, Wiccan, faerie and unicorn crap.

This was scary monsters out of legend and blood sacrifices to the Gods. There was no unicorns flying around on silver moonbeams and faeries dancing naked in circles of glowing mushrooms.

And that was when I suddenly let out a muffled scream as I put the pillow over my mouth. My eyes could not fucking believe what it was they were now looking at.

There was a little naked man with emerald-gold dragonfly wings, walking around on Clark’s desk. He could not have been over five inches tall.

If he were my size, he would be really lithe and muscular. He had long, sun gold hair, and blue tattoos on his chest and arms. They looked to be spirals.

“Hi,” I whispered and slowly waved my index finger at him.

He smiled, and from what I could see, his teeth were razor sharp. I see someone likes his meat.

“You can see me,” the little man asked and his voice was light and airy. He looked so happy.

“Yes,” I said and felt my forehead, “Well, you’ve finally lost it Darrian. You’ve snapped. Its finally happened.”

He fluttered up in the air and hovered, “You can actually see me, Darrian?”

Sweet Lord and Lady dancing naked in a grove, this figment knows my name.

“Faeries aren’t real,” I said and shook my head, “There is no such thing.”

“Oh, Gods,” the little man gasped and grabbed at his naked breast.

I watched him fall onto the arm rest rolling and coughing. Was he dying?

“What’s wrong,” I asked and looked at him in concern, “Are you all right?”

“You ass hole,” the faery cried as he howled in pain, “You said you don’t believe in faeries!”

“I’m sorry,” I said as he coughed and gagged and rolled around in agony, “I believe in faeries!”

“Louder,” the little guy yelled, “You have to say it like you mean it!”

“I believe in faeries,” I yelled only to yelp and fall off the couch when I saw Clark looking at me from the stairs with amusement on his face.

“That’s good,” Clark sm iled, “I think I do to, after the day I’ve had.”

“No,” I said with a burning face only to frown when I saw the little man giggling like silver bells and kicking his legs in hysterics, “He’s right here.”

I pointed at him and Clark smiled, “I don’t see anything.”

“Right,” I said and ignored the little man, “I must have been dreaming.”

“Something this sexy,” the little man smiled, “Has to be a dream.”

I rolled my eyes and let Clark help me up, “Are you okay? You fell pretty hard.”

“I’m fine,” I lied and blanched when the faery landed on Clark’s shoulder to grin at me with his hands on his hips. He really needed to put some pants on. He was going to poke a wasp’s eye out.

“What were you saying about your day,” I asked trying not to look at the faery that was crawling around in Clark’s hair.

“Chloe has gone into reporter mode,” he said nervously, “She has werewolfs on the brain.”

“Really,” I asked and was looking around for the fluffy white univorn to come prancing in to carry me off to the nut farm.

“Yeah,” he said and went to his desk to put his backpack down, “I told her you spent the night with me.”

“Ah,” I smiled knowingly, “I was the number one suspect, huh?”

“Naturally,” Clark said, “How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” I lied, because I was everything but that word.

Clark’s green eyes held that “not so sure I believe you” gaze. Why can’t I hear his thoughts like I can everbody else? Was it because of his powers?

The little faery quickly floated towards me and Clark went to massage his left shoulder, and I tensed when the little guy stood on my shoulder. He weighed nothing.

“You okay,” Clark asked in concern, “You look as though a snake was just put around your neck.”

I nodded and when he turned his back I whispered, “Please, whoever you are, whatever you are, be good.”

“Rue,” the little man smiled.

“So,” I said and felt really clumsy, “How was class? Did I miss anything? How come I can’t hear your thoughts like I can everyone else?”

Did I just say that last bit out loud?

Clark turned to look at me and the look in his eyes had me confused. Where had I seen that look before? Why was he shaking his head like that? Did he have water in his ear?

“Clark,” I asked, “You all right over there?”

“Fine,” he said and gave me a goofy grin which had me smiling and off edge again, “What about reading thoughts?”

I told him.

“I see,” he said and kicked off his sneakers, “So that’s why got sick at breakfast.”

I nodded, “Yeah, freaked me the hell out.”

“My thoughts are silent, huh,” he asked. He made it sound like it was a good thing.

“Yeah,” I said and playfully knocked on his skull, “Its like there is nobody home.”

That made him laugh, “Chloe says that all the time.”

“Really,” I asked and noticed that the little faery was curled up on top of Clark’s bookshelf asleep.

He nodded and gave me his best spaced out look. He really is funny and I wanted to squeeze him like a teddy bear.

“I’m just worried that she is going to get herself into trouble, again,” Clark said with a frown, “She tends to leap without checking to see how deep the water is.”

“How is that Lex guy doing,” I asked, “I saw the truck he gave you.”

“He’s doing well,” Clark smiled and then frowned again, only deeper, “But, Dad made is making me give it back.”

“Really,” I asked, “It is really pretty.”

“It is for the best,” Clark said, “My Dad is old school when it comes to accepting really expensive gifts, especially if they come from a Luthor.”

“Why,” I asked, “You saved his life.”

“I shouldn’t expect rewards when I do something that is right,” he said.

I smiled, “You’re such a good person, Clark.”

He shook his head, “Not all the time.”

“And so modest, too,” I laughed.

“I’m just like everyone else,” he said and looked at me with those soft green eyes, “Even though I’m different.”

“Special,” I asked.

He nodded, “Just like you.”

I shook my head, “No,” I said, “There is nothing special about me.”

“Yes there is,” Clark said, “You glow with it.”

I gave him a sad smile, “Just the side effects of being a monster.”

He suddenly had my hands in his and his eyes were suddenly more green. I could feel the power in those hands and it was so gentle…tender.

“When you changed,” Clark said softly, “I didn’t see a monster.”

“You were scared,” I whispered, “I could feel it.”

“But only for a moment,” he smiled, “I didn’t understand what was happening, but then I saw your blue eyes looking at me from that pearly white mask…and I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“As if I could,” I snorted.

What is happening? He is so close to me. Is he hitting on me? Why?

He let go of my hands and tenderly caressed my left cheek with a large brown hand, “You wouldn’t hurt anybody.”

That was when the flood gates opened. I had been holding it back all day. Goddamn it! Why now?

“You’re wrong,” I cried and pulled away from him, “I wanted to kill them! I wanted them dead! They hurt me so much!”

The tears streamed from my eyes as my hands suddenly shifted into into those deadly platinum talons. I looked at them and trembled.

“I feel so guilty,” I cried and flinched away from his hands, “I’m glad they’re dead…and I feel so fucking guilty!”

I stumbled and fell back against the wall, “He’ll never touch me again! I’m free from him!”

I couldn’t stand the way Clark was looking at me. Those beautiful eyes, so full of sadness, and an understanding I couldn’t grasp.

He suddenly had me in his arms and pulled me tenderly to his chest. He just seemed to radiate heat. I struggled and finally relented into his gentle embrace. It was comforting. He smelled like apples and hay.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.”

He slowly led me back to the sofa and held m in his arms. I felt so small being this close to him. The freaky part…my other form is bigger and taller than him.

Why was he doing this? He didn’t even know me. Did he do this for Chloe? Did he do it for Lana Ling?

I’m a guy. I’m an ugly, too thin to be attractive guy. This just did not make sense to me at all.

“You’re not a monster,” Clark said soothingly as she rubbed small circles up and down my back with those large hands of his, “You’re beautiful.”

“Right,” I snorted and felt another tear fall, “And Janice Dickinson has a 4.0 GPA in Physics.”

“Who,” Clark asked.

“Never mind,” I said and gently pulled away from him, “Do I have homework?”

He nodded, “Not much, and I can help.”

“Cool,” I said and quickly took a look around to not see the faery. Where did he go? Had I imagined him?

“Me thinks he likes you,” that airy voice giggled in my left ear, “What say you, Darrian?”

Any minute now, a big fluffy unicorn is going to come trotting in, and it will shoot magical rainbows from its ass.

…any minute now.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora