Bitter Sweet

Disclaimer: I don't own Clark or any of the other SV characters

Summery: Clark is home but is it safe. Sequal to Darkness

"Clark?" Martha called out, awoken by her dream. No, that wasn't Clark. He was dead and never coming back. She had killed her own son, a memory that would hunt her for the rest of her life. Careful not to disturb her husband Martha rose from her bed and turned on the lights.

~SSS~

A red headed Gothic girl sat outside of her circle of candles as she opened her spell book and chanted a spell.

~SSS~

There was a flash of lighting followed by a loud thunder that shook the house. Martha jumped causing her to spill her coffee. She heard footsteps upstairs but she knew Jonathan was outside feeding the cows. Ignoring the creaking of the floorboards she continued sipping her coffee. They stopped for a moment but then Martha had trouble breathing as if a force unseen was choking her. Very slowly a hand begun to appear, then a devilish grin. His skin was pale and his eyes were red. "What's the matter mom, don't you recognize me?" He didn't wait for a reply, his grin grew wider as he heard the satisfying snap of bone.

~SSS~

Martha's eyes snapped opened with a jolt. She looked out the window to see Jonathan hard at work. There was a knock at the door, "Mom?" 'Am I still dreaming?' "Mom, are you awake?" She moved to unlock the door but then she felt hands crushing her throat as that vivid dream came back to her remembrance. She heard him walked away and went down the stairs. She wanted to open the door a see if it was really her son... if killing him was just a horrible dream but fear told her not to.

~SSS~

Upon hearing a gun cock, Clark looked up from his book. "Who are you?" "Dad, put the gun down." Jonathan shook his head, refusing to believe that, "You're not my son."

Flashback

Martha pointed the crossbow at his heart, "You're not my son. You're a monster," She said with so much hate as she pulled the trigger.

Flashback over

Fearing the worst, Martha ran down the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her. She never thought this day would come. Clark had come home from beyond the grave. "Why did you shoot me?" "It's a long story, welcome back."

~SSS~

A week later

Martha and Clark pulled into the parking lot of the Metropolis super store for some supplies. There had been killings all over the news and Martha had a feeling it was something supernatural. Sheriff Adams had been the first of many victims, her heart had been ripped from her chest.

~SSS~

Outside of the store someone grabbed Clark from behind and pulled him into the alley, "Listen, we don't have a lot of time." "Time for what?" The red head looked up to see that it was already getting dark, "I have to fix this." Before she could reach for anything she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Clark watched in satisfaction as the Goth's beating heart stopped in his hand.

~SSS~

Clark quickly wiped the blood from his mouth as he saw his mom come out of the store, "Are you ready to go?" He nodded and followed Martha to the car.

To Be Continue in the next story