In My Grasp
Summary: Lex's thoughts about Lana during the last episode of the fourth season.
It was impossible. I still can't get the image out of my mind.
Lana Lang with wide, frightened (bordering on hysterical) eyes. A blood-stained piece of metal in her hand. The dead body lying right there. Lana Lang capable of murder. The most shocking thing I've ever seen.
She was so scared, like a child. Scared, fragile, vulnerable. No sweet boyfriend and no Clark Kent to console her. The kind men in her life to hug her and soothe her while she cried were not there. I have only cried once and have been consoled once: my mother's death, so I don't know how to comfort her. I do what I can though. Make sure about legal matters, my own way of assuring her everything will be all right.
Alone for a moment, my dark side begins to rear its vindicative head. I try to ignore it.
Lana Lang is the opposite of the women I have been with. While they are calculating, Lana observes and smiles. While they give looks that promote lust, Lana can blink and make boys weak in the knees.
She's sweet. The doe-eyes town beauty. However, I know there's a dark side that leaked itself through once. It was all I could do to keep control. She has the dark side that intrigues me and successfully seduced me and sweet innocence that begs to be destroyed. That is why I had to kiss her. To mar that innocence a bit. Just be able to touch her in a more than business partner kind of way. I want to mix business with pleasure, but know better than to try.
There is always some obstacle. First, the quarterback. They had fit so perfectly. However, the strongest glue wasn't love but guilt. The dead father and fighting for the country. Second, Clark Kent. Always admiring her from afar. I don't hate Clark, but I do see him as a rival in this case. He can have anyone else, Lana is just the perfect idol just out of his reach. Third, Adam. Not a long threat and now a dead one. Now my threat is Jason Teague. However, I think that what Lana has done will drive a wedge between them. Perfect.
None of Lana's little toys can satisfy her for long. I can give her what she wants. With me, she could get the attention and things she deserves.
After the murder, she was putty in my hands. I could have used her vulnerability to my advantage.
I was talking to her. Then the damn meteor shower!
A state of emergency. The world's about to end when I'm trying to get what I want. Well, that figures.
She was so scared, fragile, vulnerable.
Could have been mine.
So close to having her.
She was in my grasp and fate pulled her away.