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.

Prologue

I hear them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They’re coming down the hills from behind
-Within Temptation

My soul use to be this bright, burning star, that was fueled by dreams, magic, and wonder…a childlike awe. But, as the Fates would have it, all those dreams, magic, and wonder became but a mere flicker. That childlike awe was replaced by a cold, icy heart of a young adult, who was forced to give up all he had ever longed for in life. All my dreams were shattered the moment my mother died.

The silver rays of Mother Moon sat my flesh on fire. It was as though my ivory flesh was melting from my bones and being replaced by something new that was tearing its away out of me. All my pain and all my hate was let loose in a single blood chilling howl of rage.

I could taste the fear on the tip of my tongue and the screams that filled my ultra sensitive ears delighted me terribly. I wanted to taste their blood as my razor sharp talons tore their fragile human bodies to shreds. I wanted to do nothing more than to bury my muzzle through their chests and devour their still beating hearts.

The demonic god that lived within me wanted to be sated. My crystal blue eyes only saw red and it was glorious.

My snow white fur and glistening mother of pearl scales were covered and dripping with warm crimson honey. The smell of blood filled my nostrils and drove me into a frenzy as I slaughtered my step family. I howled with excitement as they screamed and died horribly. They could not stop me…nothing could stop me…they deserved this fate.

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“Darrian, get up,” a loud voice called out over the sound of the alarm clock, “You’re going to be late!”

An obnoxiously loud knock came at the door and it slammed open, “Hurry it up, fag!”

I opened my eyes to the harsh light of morning and an even more hostile reality. Reality sucked and I hated it. Sometimes I wished I could just get trapped in my dreams and never wake up. My dreams were so much better than this cold and cruel world where no one cares if I live or die.

I threw my pillow at my wicked stepbrother, “Get out, Tim!”

“Dad said to hurry the fuck up,” he said as he threw my pillow down and spat on it, “And, once we get to school, we do not know each other.”

I turned away and turned off my alarm.

“Got that, fag,” he asked.

I ignored him. It was better to just ignore the stupid dumb fuck. He could catch on fire and I would not even piss the flames out…unless I could piss gasoline.

He left the room and did not even close the door behind him. He was such a rude and mean son of a motherfucker.

Life had been so much easier when my mom had been living. The world seemed so much brighter and happier with her in it. Then she had to go and marry the stupid fuck that was downstairs just waiting to beat me again…or worse. Why she ever married such a dumb fuck…I’ll never know.

I never got to know my real dad. He had died when I was barely even out of the womb. Mom always told me that he loved me just as much as she did. I was their precious.

My step family…step father…decided that we would return to his hometown. It was a small community with lots of farmland. There was lots of places and a forest near our new place where I could get lost in…if I chose.

I put on my favorite pair of faded jeans and my favorite blue t-shirt. My stepbrother had always wanted me to dress and act like him. I told him to go choke on a football…he busted my nose.

Friends…I never had any. The only person I could ever count on was mom…and she’s gone now. I’ve never had faith in people. No matter how close people are to one another…they still turn on each other over the dumbest things. Let them take a walk in my shoes…then they would be grateful for their lives and the people that are in it that they take for granted.

“I’m better off alone,” I whispered to my pale reflection in the mirror, “No one can hurt me this way.”

I looked at the calendar on my wall beside my dresser, “Happy Fifteenth Birthday, Darrian…happy first day at Smallville High.”

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Daydreams. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t tend to daydream that often. The class must have been boring or something. Why do I need to know about the revolution of the moon? Its not like I’m going to be an astronomer or anything of that nature.

The moon was what was shining down on me. Those bright silver beams dancing through the slow moving clouds and made my skin prickle. I stretched out to embrace that silver disk only to bounce back into reality when I hit something large and solid.

Green eyes were looking at me in confusion and I must of blushed because the guy quickly dropped his head and turned back around in his seat. How odd was that? I’m surprised he didn’t call me a name or make some threat against my health.

What class was I in again?

“And that is the reason why when you all go to the beach,” the teacher said with a high nasal tone that really grated on my delicate nerves, “You have waves rushing under and over your feet.”

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PE had never been one of my favorite classes and it never will be. I’ve hated PE and I probably always will. There was something about being forced to play sports that just rubbed my bottle the wrong way.

That was when I thanked a random god, because the teacher was giving us a free period. I don’t remember the old man’s name, but I am going to send him a muffin basket filled with all kinds of sugary goodness.

I walked across the schoolyard to take a seat under the shade the trees were offering. The sun felt great on my skin, but I had to be careful. The last thing I needed was a nasty looking sunburn. That would really put me in a foul mood…not that anyone would notice or care.

Some of the students in my class were playing catch while others were simply lounging in the bright rays of the sun. I felt sorry for the guys that were going to tryout for football later. The temperature was suppose to soar latter on in the day. Maybe Tim would have a stroke and die…I could only pray.

I wished now I’d brought a book with me so I could escape into a another world.

Escape?

If only…

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Now, to be quite honest, I have no clue as to what the hell just happened. I was simply going about my own business when something totally unexpected assaulted my ears.

“Who is he,” a familiar voice asked from behind a bookshelf that I was peeking through.

“His name is Darrian White,” the blonde haired girl said to the taller dark haired guy, “He moved here from Star City. I have his older brother who seems to be a real ass in my biology class. He will more than likely be a football jock by the end of the day.”

“Star City,” that deep voice asked, “Why move to Smallville?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “Why don’t you ask him, Clark?”

“I can’t do that,” Clark said with a shake of his head, “I don’t even know the guy, and that would be prying, Chloe.”

“Prying,” Chloe asked and rolled her eyes, “Trait of a good reporter.”

I could not help but be confused. Why would the two of them be so interested in me? There was nothing special about me.

“His eyes are so blue,” Clark said with something that resembled awe in his voice, “And clear as crystal.”

Chloe chuckled, “Looks like Miss. Lang has some competition for the affections of a said Clark Kent.”

“She has Whitney,” Clark mumbled as he looked away from her, “I just fall flat on my face whenever she is around anyway.”

“True,” Chloe snorted, “But I have to get to history.”

That was my cue to hide. The two of them need not know that I was listening in on their secret conversation. So…the hottie had the hots for me…odd. Why would anyone be interested in me. I’m nothing to look at. I’m ugly…my stepfather always said so.

“Later,” Clark told her and she left.

He went about looking at books on some really weird topics. The kind of weird that I am into. Things like vampires, werewolves, UFO’s…but not sports. Me hate sports. All sports can go and die a horrible, painfully excruciating death, and burn or freeze in hell forever and ever for all I care.

Clark was so tall and he had the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. They were so green, just like twin emeralds. I wondered if whether or not they glowed in the dark. They were indeed luminous. It was time for me to get away. He was getting too close to discovering me.

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My stepfather was not at home when I got off the bus later that day. Tim was going to be at football practice for the rest of the day…so I had the house all to myself. It was a great feeling to finally have a little peace in my life…if for but a moment. No screaming or name calling. Maybe, if I tiptoe carefully today, I can avoid any fighting altogether.

The gods must have been against me, because I heard Tim’s loud car pull into the drive, followed by another vehicle whose sound I did not recognize.

Great! He brought some new friends over. This was just perfect. Let the bashing begin.

I ran up the steps to my room just as the front door opened.

“Dare,” Tim called out already in a pissed off mood from his tone, “Are you home?”

Damn!

“Yeah,” I called down.

I could hear him tell someone not to mind the “fag” that was living with him and “his” dad. Sometimes I really did want to smash the idiots face in, and I wanted to even more when I heard his stupid new friend chuckle at my expense.

Why should I care? Its not like my feelings are ever taken into consideration by anyone. I’m just baggage that is hardly tolerated by the people who are suppose to love me. That’s the way its always been since mom passed away.

I don’t even have a picture of her. All I have left…are my memories…and even they are starting to fade. I can’t even remember what her hands look like. I can still smell the smoke and feel the heat on my face from the burning house.

“Get out of my way,” Tim snapped and I moved to the side for him and his blonde jock friend.

I looked at the blonde to see that his blue eyes were staring straight into mine. Why was he looking at me like that? Wasn’t he suppose to be an ass hole, too?

“I thought you had tryouts today,” I said in a low voice.

“Not till next week,” Tim said and then smirked, “Why do you care? Wanting to check out all the cock, fag?”

“Fuck you,” I hissed, “You really are an idiot. Every time you open your stupid mouth, I feel as though I’m going to die from embarrassment.”

He grabbed me by the arm and slammed be back against the wall hard enough to knock a frame off. It hit the floor with a bang and the glass shattered in the stunned silence that followed. The handsome blonde looked lost and quite unsure as what to do.

“You’re hurting me,” I said and pulled my arm free from my stepbrother’s tight grasp.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like, you trash,” Tim roared and punched me in the stomach, “Or I’ll break your fucking nose, again, fag!”

I doubled over and fell to my knees gasping for air. He hit me and he hit me hard. I didn’t even see the blonde pull him off me. He always resorted to violence when he could not snap back with something smart.

“Come on,” the blonde told him, “You were going to show me your sport collection.”

“Right,” Tim said and I was clearly forgotten…like always…which was not a bad thing in this situation.

The blonde looked back at me right before the door closed.

Tears of rage were stinging my eyes. I hated my stepbrother. I hated his stupid ass so much. Why couldn’t he have been the one to die in the fire instead of my mom?

I stumbled to my feet and ran out of the house. I had to get away…because I could see the gun in my hand…and I could hear it firing.

There are a lot of things that nobody knows about me or my step family. Terrible things have been done to me…my body.

I’m surprised my soul has not been shattered.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think…

Flora.