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Spoilers and also AU for the Smallville Season 5 Episode "THIRST".


Inside of the meat-locker.

Chloe shook her head, looking around at the denizens of vampires dancing around in a frenzy to the beat of electronic music.

Deacon owned a large amount of underground vampiric nightclubs, and tonight, for the first time, Chloe had been allowed outside of the House of Frost and had been taken to one of them...and this entrance in particular had been situated in some shitty old warehouse, inside of a meat locker freezer thing. Chloe never could have expected to find this sort of a place where it was, and she figured that that was the whole idea.

"I own other places like this all across the country." Deacon declared from where they sat above the rest, drinking glasses of chilled blood. "It helps bring in revenue...and pisses off Dragonetti and the Houses...so its a double bonus really."

The blonde gazed down at the vampires dancing around, and then at the vampire DJ, before returning her gaze to Deacon. "Not that a night out on the town isn't exciting...but I haven't even had time off enough to get my House of Frost tattoo...why exactly am I here when I could be working on...the assignment?"

He smirked, eyeing her from across the table, hands steepled on his chest. "I admire your worth ethic...like I admire many things about you, Chloe Sullivan."

"My mind has always been one of my greater attributes." She replied, taking a sip of the cooled blood and resting it on the ironically cute vampire bat coaster.

Deacon's lips curled. "I wasn't admiring your brains...at this moment."

Chloe didn't comment, didn't react other than to reach for her glass of blood and throw her head back, gulping down the rest of the ambrosia of life without stop until the tall glass was empty. It wasn't that she didn't find Deacon attractive because she would have been blind if so. It wasn't that the whole thing with his lovers and concubines was a big deal either because as Lana had put it, vampires seemed to be basically players with lots of different lovers. There was just something about Deacon that she couldn't trust, no matter how hard she tried.

Deacon eyed her in dark amusement before leaning forwards. "I find you a very attractive woman, Chloe, and not only are you attractive, but you're the smartest individual I know, and not only that, but you have proven today that you have a manipulative side to you as well." He smirked. "It makes you even more attractive in my eyes."

She wondered if a Newling could tell her Sire she wasn't interested in becoming yet another of his many concubines.

Did she have the right to tell him that?

Chloe's eyes lowered to Deacon's hand as it reached out, his fingers trailing up her knuckles.

"Already you've proven to me to be more valuable than most of my House. Your mind...the fact that you've already begun decrypting the Book of Erebus when those of the House of Erebus themselves are unable to even understand a little drawing..." Deacon declared, caressing the ring on her middle finger. "Brains, cunning, beauty...I have great appreciation for rare specimens like yourself."

She gazed into his eyes. "I think we should return to the House, I would like to check on my program and see how the second half of the prologue is translating out to."

Deacon watched her, his smile fading slightly, before it returned and he stood. "All work and no play..."

She stood as well. "When my...assignment is over I'll have the head to have fun." Chloe scented something and gazed down at the dancers, zeroing in on a lone male weaving through the dancers, following a woman who had apparently no interest in him, instead going to dance up against Mercury.

"Human." Deacon replied from close behind her, voice in her ear, arm around her on the railing in front of her. "Sometimes patrons bring along a snack for the Bloodbath." His fingers slipped from the railing to her hips, and tightened proprietarily, before beginning to lead her from the railing down into the dancers below.

Chloe knew then and there that this La Magra business would only put him off for as long as it took for her to complete the translation. Deacon Frost was the Head of his House, and he was used to getting what he wanted...what he desired...and apparently she happened to fall in that category.

She also didn't like the feeling of having no choice in the matter. If she was such a great prize, being a Daywalker with over the average intelligence then she was apparently some golden statue in the vampires eyes...and she could see how he'd want something like that completely.

As they exited the club through the west entrance, Chloe felt something and turned to look back, seeing at the far opposite of the club a black man in black leather and black shades enter the club. She wasn't sure what attracted her to him because he wasn't her type at all and she didn't feel any sexual attraction to him, but something about him just caught her eye. The blonde shook her head and let herself be dragged out of the club towards Deacon's awaiting car, listening to her Sire as he began complaining to her about Dragonetti, the leader of one of the Twelve Sub-Houses of the House of Erebus.

Sliding into the black Mercedes, Chloe sent a look back at the building before turning to Deacon when he slid in, listening to him intently, very intrigued with the other vampire Houses.

Only later the next day she'd find out that they'd just barely made it out of the club before Blade, the only Daywalker according to those who talked to her about him, the feared and hated hunter of vampires attacked. He'd destroyed the place, killed most of the vampires, and severely burnt Quinn, Deacon's right hand man. Mercury was probably one of the only vampires to get out of there without a scratch, but then again Mercury could be very badass.

Still, considering, Chloe figured that the most badass of this whole tale was definitely Blade.


She wondered if the fact that she too was a Daywalker was the reason why she'd sensed him, wondered if he'd sensed her.

But she didn't have time to wonder, as she worked on the slight modifications to her program to decipher the rest of the fluctuating and different codes embedded in the Book of Erebus. Lana stopped coming to visit her, and the blonde had a feeling that the brunette was still very annoyed at the fact that Kal had straddled her on the bed, which Chloe thought ridiculous, especially since after he'd been released Kal had been doing more than straddling the female vampires he'd come into contact with. Apparently eternal life with Clark wasn't going the way Lana had envisioned it, and she blamed Chloe.

The door opened and Chloe ignored it, figuring Crease had returned with her food.

"Have you heard?"

She looked up, blinking in surprise to see Kal there, leaning with his hip against a column, arms crossed over his chest.

"Dragonetti isn't very pleased with Frost." Kal announced, a smirk on his lips. "Apparently he humiliated Deacon in front of the House of Erebus, and our Head is in a fit, snarling and promising swift retribution on the Purebloods."

She hadn't seen Kal the last couple of days, and was surprised that he knew where she was, and had managed to get in so easily.

Then again, Crease had left his post to get her something.

"Lana thinks you and I were lovers." Kal surprised her with a chuckle. "Poor little Lana Lang. She's always the victim, isn't she?"

Chloe tilted her head to the side.

"She had this idea that once she turned us things were be like some gothic fairytale, and all of a sudden things aren't going the way she had planned." Kal replied, stalking towards Chloe and casting a curious glance at the programs running simultaneously on the screens before returning his gaze to her. "All of a sudden, everything isn't about her. 'Clark' is gone, as is his near obsession and worship of her, and you aren't her shadow anymore. If anything, you're Deacon's little treasure whom she doesn't even have the right to see." Kal sniggered. "And now people are talking about how you're going to be a concubine soon, maybe even a Bride." Kal raised an eyebrow. "Deacon hasn't taken a Bride yet, and you could get that coveted First Bride, or Head Bitch In Charge status. Even Vanessa, his supposed Favored, hasn't been all high and mighty lately. Insecurity is running rampant in this place."

She frowned, standing. "Bride?"

Kal watched her, darkly amusement. "So I take it that that's not something you're working towards."

She narrowed her eyes at him.

He watched her. "Does Deacon know his attentions aren't met favorably?"

"Depends." Chloe responded, taking a step towards Kal, taking a subtle whiff of him. "Does he know that you have some resistance to sunlight?"

Kal's eyes widened before narrowing, his whole body tensing as he reached forwards and grabbed her, yanking her the rest of the way towards him, growling into her face. "How did you know?"

Chloe smiled up at his face. "I smell sunlight on your skin. Also, a tiny hint of burnt flesh." She chuckled. "I'm shocked the others haven't figured it out already, but they've probably forgotten what sunlight smells like."

Kal just stared at her, eyes narrowing, not letting go, before sighing. "I can stay in direct sunlight for approximately thirty minutes, before it starts to burn."

"Just long enough for you to...recharge." Chloe figured, smile growing.

He gazed down at her, lips twitching as he finally gave into the urge and smirk down at her. "I'm not a hundred per cent as I was before, but I'm still a force to be reckoned with...not that anyone knows about it. Frost saw me use my powers before my Siring, but I've convinced him that I've lost them after the turning, let myself be beaten up by lessers to prove in his ridiculous tests that I wasn't...empowered anymore." Kals light blue eyes flashed red for a split second. "I'm Kal-EL, Last Son of Krypton...first of a new kind...and I will not be the servant of anyone, much less someone weaker than me like Deacon Frost."

"I was counting on that." Chloe responded softly.

Kal searched her eyes before letting go. "This meeting will stay between the two of us."

"Of course." She agreed.

Kal's lips twitched once more in amusement before his eyes went to the door. "Hunting. Tonight. You haven't gone out on a single hunt since I've turned."

"I haven't hunted period." Chloe admitted, gazing around the room. "I've been basically stuck in here."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Kal shook his head. "And you call yourself a vampire."

She laughed and mock-glared at him. "Get of here."

Saluting, Kal turned and left.

Chloe watched the door slide closed behind him and smiled. She had an ally in him again.

The computer beeped, and the blonde turned towards it, realizing with wide eyes that it had finished decrypting the whole Book.

She went towards her seat and sat down, typing in commands and printing the documents and glyphs...browsing over some of the decrypted parts...

Suddenly Chloe froze, rereading a certain passage, her eyes widening as suddenly everything made sense.

She knew what Deacon was going to do...and knew what he needed to be able to do it.

Fear gripped her by her heart.

"Oh fuck."


And this is now tied into the first part of the first Blade movie.