A/N: Okay, I know I have other stories that I need to finish, but this is just so darn fun to write. To all the real magic uses out there, I know this is not an accurate description of magic and Wicca. I'm uses more of the Buffy-verse's idea of magic, so please no flames about that. (Flames about horrid plot structure or the multitude of grammatical mistakes are accepted.) And, please ignore my history goof-ups. I love ancient history, but I don't know much about it. This takes place during the fourth season for obvious reasons.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for the plot. And my original character. And my computer. And my, well, I think you understand.
Magic. A word most people believe is only real in fairy tales. What they don't know is that magic is real, more real than most things. Okay you're probably thinking that I'm some kind of magic expert right? Wrong. I stumbled onto it more than anything. I've always had an uncanny attraction to the weird and unexplained. Hell, my best friend can catch a car going fifty miles-per-hour. (He, of course, doesn't know that I know.) Most of the strangeness around me, though, is due to the meteor rocks littering every inch of my home-town. Ah, the weirdness that is Smallville. You'll learn more about that later. On to magic. I first realized there was magic in the world when a seventeenth-century witch possessed me. That problem has been resolved, but my other best friend and pseudo-sister, Lana Lang, still has a witch inside of her who occasionally makes her wicked presence known. So, to help my friend, I, Chloe Sullivan, reporter extraordinaire, delved into the mystic world of magic.
The first thing I learned was that not all witches are evil. In fact, many witches used to make their living as town healers. But there are power-hungry people cough, Lex Luthor, cough who use or would use magic to gain said power.
The second thing I learned was that magic is dynamic; it's ever changing, and to examine magic from just one region or era would leave you with a very limited view of the mystic arts. Once I'd learned this, my research mode went into overdrive. I may have been a little preoccupied with finding out everything I could.
The third thing I learned was that magic users are most often discreet, and even the classmate to your left could be plotting a curse to make you fail your next Biology exam or a helpful spell to make the entire class' acne go away in time for picture day. You really never know.
Chapter 1: Magic and Such
One week earlier:
I sat in my haven, otherwise known as the Torch office, staring at the succession of z's I had typed onto my computer screen. I believe it was my subconscious telling me I was tired and wasn't about to get any work done. Thankfully, I was packed with caffeine or I would have already fallen asleep. I took another swig of my coffee and grimaced. It was cold. Sighing, I reluctantly stood, momentarily stretching my muscles, before walking over to the coffee pot to make a fresh pot.
"Hi, Chloe!" I jumped and nearly dropped my mug. Swirling around, I saw my friend Brandon. I calmed my beating heart.
"You do realize that you have a preternatural talent for sneaking up on people," I said, setting down my cold coffee.
Brandon blushed. "Sorry, Chloe. I was just wondering if that book came in." Brandon was referring to an ancient tome that he, the history buff, had helped me find. Oddly enough, we found it on e-bay for five hundred dollars. I was thankful for having saved the money I made while working at the Daily Planet. The book was a book of magic and spells with a supposedly large amount of information on possession. I was hoping that it would be able to shed some light on how to evict Lana's uninvited witchy guest.
"Yeah, it was delivered yesterday," I replied, walking to my desk. I opened a drawer and pulled out the heavy volume. The binding was leather embossed with a picture of the head of a ram. It looked a little malevolent. The pages were thick and yellowed, and the handwritten words, though ancient, were still legible. "I don't know what it says, though. You have no idea how hard it is to find a free ancient Sumerian translator on the web."
Brandon eyed the book with reverence. Gingerly, he picked up the book and held it in his hands. He let out a deep satisfied sigh as he ran a hand over the leather ram. I raised my eyebrows. "Wow, you sure seem to like that book."
Brandon looked up at me. A slightly maniacal smirk made him seem different, almost frightening. He looked at my with his calculating eyes; the irises were completely black. Didn't he have blue eyes just a moment ago? "I'm sorry, Chloe," he growled. His voice had grown deep and commanding. Unconsciously I took a few steps back.
"B-Brandon?" I stuttered, lost for words by his sudden change.
Brandon's smirk grew wider. With one arm, Brandon held the book close to him, and he extended his other arm so that it was pointing right at me. My heart beat faster and my breathing quickened. "Ocono…" Brandon began. His eyes shone as purple light began to swirl within their black depths. "Metrion…" Brandon's hand now began to glow with a purple light. "Hecate…" The purple light lifted off of his hand and began to spiral down his arm and hand collecting on his finger that was pointed at me. "Est!" The purple light shot out of his finger like a bullet, hitting me square in the chest. Pain blossomed from the area it hit. I let out a yell, or at least I thought I did; the pain was so unbearable. I felt as if my organs were being rearranged and stretched. My eyes were squeezed shut as a vain attempt to shut out the pain.
Then, suddenly, the pain stopped. I sat a few moments in this new-found bliss before opening my eyes. Everything was dark. I tried to move, and realized that I was covered with some kind of fabric. I maneuvered my way out from under the cloth and gasped. Either I had shrunk, or the world had grown larger. I looked up at Brandon. I didn't even reach his knee. "What the hell did you do to me!" I tried to yell, but my vocal chords had been somehow altered. My exclamation came out as a strange yowl. I glared daggers at the smirking boy above me, and flicked my tail as an expression of anger. Wait a second, tail!
I suddenly became dizzy. Since when did I have a tail? I looked down and saw tiny golden paws instead of hands. Around my paws was the fabric that had been covering me. It turned out to be my clothes. It hit me. That bastard had turned me into a cat. I trained my new cat eyes on Brandon. Extending my claws, which I had just realized I had, I lunged at the witch. Brandon kicked me away. Hard. I hit the wall. Pain pounded through my head. My fight or flight instinct had already taken affect, and fight hadn't worked so…I ran. I ran like hell. As I was bounding out the door, I saw Brandon lean down and begin folding my clothes.
The strangest thing happened as I was walking up the steps of Smallville High. I had come to see Clark; I was a little worried about Lana. This Isabelle affair seemed to be very trying on her. I opened the doors to the school when, all of the sudden, a cat dashed out and crouched behind me as if it were hiding from something from within the school. I stared down at the cat. It was a beautiful cat. Its fur was a soft golden color, blonde, I guess, and its oddly intelligent eyes were bright green. It was also shaking.
I looked back through the still open door of the school. "Okay, a cat in the high school." I pondered that, attempting to rationalize the phenomenon. "Well, this is Smallville, a farming community. It could have come from some…farming class?" I shook my head. You would have thought my rationalizing skills would be more developed living in a town with its own 'wall of weird'.
I turned back to the cat. It was still shaking. I had to admit, I felt sorry for the poor creature. My father would have killed me if he ever knew I cared for an animal, but he didn't have to know. I've always had a soft spot for cats. My mother had loved cats. She thought they were the wise, and she told my how the Ancient Egyptians had worshipped cats. I leaned down and looked into the creature's frightened eyes. I reached out my hand and gently stroked the cat's back. For a moment, the cat glared at me with what seemed like contempt, but after a few more strokes, the cat stopped shaking and closed its eyes lazily and began to purr. She flicked her tail lightly with pleasure. I somehow knew it was female; I'm not sure how though. She just seemed feminine. I decided at once that I liked her.
Cautiously, I extended my other hand and grasped the cat around its middle. She gave me a confused expression as I gently lifted her from the ground. The cat growled and attempted to scratch me. I chuckled slightly and cradled her in my arms. She looked at me with suspicion which belied the feeling of helplessness radiating from her tiny form. I scratched her lightly between her ears. She eventually calmed down and purred as she snuggled into my chest. I smiled and began to walk back to my car. I could talk to Clark later.
I could not believe it. I just could not believe it. I was being held by Lex Luthor as he scratched between my ears. And I was purring. Me, Chloe Sullivan, purring! Yeah, I know it's normal for cats, but I'm not really a cat! I just couldn't help it. It was like when he petted my back. At first I was angry. 'How dare Lex Luthor touch me!' But then it just felt so good. I felt like an idiot when the purring started. I noticed a deep rumbling in my chest, strictly involuntary, and would have blushed if my face wasn't covered with fur.
Now, believe it or not, I'm in the arms of Lex Luthor as he walks out to the parking lot. I didn't know where he was taking me, but I didn't care. I was lost in the pleasant euphoria of being a spoiled cat, and I was just happy I was getting away from Brandon.
Lex Luthor took me to his car where I jumped agilely into the passenger seat. Lex climbed in and started the car. I sat for a moment wondering where we were going but decided to simply wait and find out. I would have never guessed before, but Lex seemed to be a cat person, and if I was around Lex long enough, I would undoubtedly run into Clark. Clark would recognize me immediately, right?
I had put the cat in my car and was now driving to the mansion. I glanced over at her. She was staring placidly out the window into the bright Kansas sky. Her eyes were focused, as if she was deeply thinking. I quickly told myself that that's how all cats look, nothing unusual. But still…
The cat reminded me of someone. Her coloring was similar to that of someone I know, but I couldn't figure out who it was. Their eyes were identical, though, I'm sure of that. I'd seen that same thoughtful look many times before, but where?
After I parked in front of the mansion, I lifted the cat into my arms once again and carried her inside. William, my butler, greeted me. I smirked; his eyes practically lit up as he saw the cat, and he insisted on telling everyone about the houseguest. I had no idea he loved animals so.
Lex had taken me to the mansion, and deposited me on the sofa in his study before going about his paperwork. It seemed that each person working in the house, and there were a lot of them, came to see me. It was wonderful. I was the princess of all cats. I was cooed over and petted all day. At first, I found it quite offensive, I'm not one for being the center of attention, but after a while, I gave in to my kitty instincts and enjoyed every minute of it. I would occasionally glance over at Lex, and he would be watching me, genuinely smiling. God, this guy needed a real pet.
After a while the cook entered the study with my dinner: a large grilled fish. I usually dislike fish, but to my kitty nose, nothing smelled more delicious. And it was delicious. The tastiest thing in the world. As I finished off the huge fish, I glanced at the cook, who had stayed with me, and purred deeply showing my gratitude. He smiled broadly and gently scratched behind my ears before exiting with the giant platter.
After the hubbub of my arrival had died down, I decided to do some exploring. I wasn't worried about my cat form. Clark would come, see that I was really Chloe Sullivan and not a cat, and turn me back into his loyal friend. Then, together we would beat Brandon to a pulp. I quietly examined Lex's study as these thoughts buzzed around my mind. I wasn't able to do much snooping due to my lack of height and opposable thumbs, though, so I chose to see the rest of the mansion. I was about to walk through the side door when a pair of hands grabbed me around my middle. It was Lex.
"No, no," he said, lifting me into his arms. "I don't want to have to go looking for you." He yawned loudly. "Besides, I think it's time for bed." Lex scratched my head as he carried me out of the study. He took me to another part of the mansion and through a door which led to what I believe was his bedroom. He set me down on the plushy carpet and walked over to the large oak armoire. My eyes became wide as he began to take off his clothes. Under my fur I was blushing furiously. I was extremely confused as to what why he would strip in front of me before I realized that I'm a cat to him. He doesn't know I'm a person.
I sat for a moment, and then blushed again as I realized I was staring. I quickly turned away to let him finish changing for bed. To rid my mind of the image of his half naked body, I inspected the room. Crimson curtains hung from the windows and a wooden door led to an extraordinarily huge bathroom. There were no pictures, no knick-knacks or items to show that this was someone's bedroom; there was just the basic furniture. It was sad really. Lex may have all the money in the world, but he lacked identity. I decided that would have to change. A tiny kitty-yawn overcame me, and I opted to postpone any plans until morning.
Scanning the room once more, a king-sized four-post bed drew my attention. I came to the conclusion that if I looked like a cat, I might as well act like a cat, and to a cat, the entire world was theirs. I strode over to the bed and leapt onto it. The soft crimson silk sheets and down comforter dipped slightly beneath my weight. I walked softly to the center of the bed and circled my chosen area before deciding to lie there. I curled into a tiny ball and was asleep before my eyes had fully closed.
I changed into my pajamas and then turned around to find the cat. She was curled up on my bed, sound asleep. I snickered. I never knew being a cat was so tiring. I quietly turned out the light and walked around to the other side of the bed. I was careful not to wake her as I climbed under the covers. That night, I dreamt that I was a boy and my mother was helping me care for a stray.
A/N: The words in the spell were mostly made up, except for Hecate of course. Hecate: the goddess of transformation, I found it appropriate, plus I think they mention Hecate in Buffy when Amy turns herself into a rat. The word Metrion is a magic word used in a favorite show of mine. Try to guess the show! Also, this story is not really a romance or anything, I just put in the awkward moments for the awkwardness. Please review!