Darkness
Disclaimer: I don't own Clark or any of the other SV characters
Summery: This is almost like Bitten but with a sad ending. You have been warned.
Chloe walked down the hallway of the mansion that was once Lex's. Her red dress swayed as she walked. She entered Master's office when she saw Lana sitting in there. She was there drinking a Bloody Mary in her black dress. "What are you doing here? Master would not be pleased." Lana scoffed, "Master isn't here now is he?"
~SSS~
Kal walked down the street of Metropolis clad in a black shirt, long black duster coat, and black jeans. Only a month ago he was a geeky farm boy by the name of Clark Kent but now he was Kal, king of the vampires looking for his next victim. He sniffed the air and smile as he spotted a woman on the sidewalk, possibly a hooker. Kal bared his fangs ready to attack the poor girl. "Clark, don't." Kal looked up. He spots a woman, mid forties holding a crossbow aimed at his heart in one hand and a cross in the other. Kal hissed and backed away, "You weren't slay your own son now would you." Martha shook her head, "You're not my son. Clark Kent would never kill my husband." "I didn't kill him. I turned him into one of us. Join us and you'll live forever."
~SSS~
"Where is Kal?" Jonathan asked, walking into his son's office. "Master never tells us where he's going," Chloe said. Jonathan nodded. Lana got up, "I'm board. I'm gonna find something to kill."
~SSS~
"Join me now or you will die a very slow and painful death." Martha slowly turned the wooden stake that she driven into his shoulder and blood flow increased, "You're in no state to be making threats. The next one will be driven into your heart or maybe I should leave you here until the sun comes up and that will be…" She looked at her watch, "…in four hours." "Please… mom don't kill me." Martha pointed the crossbow at his heart, "You're not my son. You're monster," She said with so much hate as she pulled the trigger.
~SSS~
Epilogue
Martha looked at the tombstones. The name Lex Luthor was etched into one while Lionel was etched into another. The Luthor's were finally gone, killed by Clark Kent. Nothing would be the same again. Martha looked sadly down at the grave she knew was empty. She put Clark's old teddy bear and some flowers on his grave and choked back a sob. She had slain her only child, her beloved Clark. Jonathan held her close as she cried for her dead son.
The End
