|Hello, everybody! This is the official rewrite of my old story 'RED' of my Smallville fan fiction. I was unable to make sense of the happenings + events while reading it. This rewritten version will be more mature, bloody, action packed and, vampire ethnic.

I DO NOT OWN Smallville, the characters in the series or any in the Superman DC universe but, this ain't a fan fic of the lame Superman movies. This is for the Smallville TV series where we learn of the Clark Kent origins. I mean, if there are fans of the films adding/reading this then BEWARE: not to take offense to my 'lame' comment because, if you love the films than more power to ya. You're still beautiful and, unique but, StAy Weird! The title is also inspired by the new 5SOS song of the same name but, I did use the name way before including in the old 'RED' version.

I only own my OC/s + Clark has never been the love interest to my main character. Yes, she has a bit of a crush on him but, I love the Clois ship so I'm going to keep it. I wish the wedding would have happened.|

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No one expected it. No one would have seen it coming.

I sure could not have until my soft sea green eyes were scarred for life with the searing imagines burning in the back of my mind. My insides swelled up to the brim in a knot of dying nerves. This would be the end of my non-existent social life. My vibrant straight blood red hair flowed loosely down my front.

"Yo, Jules!" Chloe Sullivan calls, snapping me out of my dark, depressing thoughts. Her blue eyes shone with amusement and, her neat blonde hair was as short as ever.

The two of us were around the same height or at least, I believed so since I stood 5'2 in height.

I muster up my best false grin to send her, Pete Ross and Clark Kent. "Yo, Sullivan!"

Clark flashes his beautiful pearly smile of gorgeous white teeth to match a tan complexion, baby blue eyes and, a head of jet black soft curls atop his head. He stood about 6' or 6'1 in height which held him above Pete. "Have you heard anything from your dad?"

Pete shoots Clark a look as if warning him to be careful on the subject. He comes from an African-American background but, no one really cares since the dark eyed boy is pretty cool. He seems as if he has seen a lot of strange things in his short life.

The false smile on my face plummets into oblivion. I shift my small red backpack to my other shoulder. "I'm not going to, Kent. He's moved on with his new boyfriend and, their twins."

Clark sends me a look of sympathy. A look of regret becomes present on his face as if wishing he hadn't asked.

"How's your mom holding up?" Pete asks, concern lingering in his tone. His eyes flash with worry.

Ah, my mother is another tale. Even, I still was unclear of what completely happened. I had walked in on my mom, banging a younger guy; this guy so happens to the same one; my dad has ended up with. I could not keep track of reality anymore. "My mom is on the wild side."

"So, broken then?" Chloe softly asks, linking her arm with mine. "Would you like to come hang with Lois and I, once the day finishes?"

I had to go home after school to a whirlwind of a home. I'd be the only one, doing the chores while mother lay on her arse, drinking herself under. I'd have to politely decline as I cast my gaze around Smallville High: home of the Crows. "I can't, Chloe. I have to hurry home after school."

Pete grins, thinking things were fine. He couldn't see the real truth when I wouldn't let it come to light. "Which means things are fine. You always help your mom when the school day finishes out. Tell, her I said, hey."

I wrinkle my nose in disgust upon hearing the tone he used to mention my mother. How dare he? I make light of it though. "I shall tell her to give you a call."

Pete turns a rosy shade of red, opting to leave us in the hallways.

Clark chances a glance at his watch. "Crimson, we gotta get to history class. Catch you later, Chloe."

It's my turn to flush red. The only one to use my first name is Clark especially when he means business. I usually go by my nickname 'Jules' for the fact that I didn't like my actual name. Who would want to be in school under the name of Crimson Valentine? I'm not sorry but, it's demeaning.

"Okay." Chloe chirps, scampering for elsewhere.

I can hear my stomach growl but, say nothing of the matter on my walk to history with the man himself. Out of the corner of my eye, I swear to the devil of freezing ice that I catch him looking at me as if to check to make sure I'm alright.

"What's up?" I ask Clark, becoming offensive when we take our seats in history. I already did want the day to be over.

Clark sighs, shrugging. "It's just you-"

The bell rings silencing the boy beside me. I can't help to wonder if he's going to complete his sentence or leave me hanging. "It's just I, what?"

Clark rubs his neck anxiously, seeming to think better of what he was previously going to say. "It's nothing important." His voice seemed to imply otherwise, putting me a bit on edge.

I roll my eyes, deciding to shake it off. I could not afford to have any problems. I only had the select few of friends while Clark was busy crushing on the popular Lana Lang. I have to await the day to me over so I can home to one that's broken. To say the least, I'm not looking forward to it.

I take the bus along with Pete and, Chloe whereas Clark sometimes joins us. Other times, he usually walks home as we've come to assume. I mentally sigh, wishing things could be different for me but, they're not. I can feel it in my bones; this day will play out like any other day. I avoid my friend like the plague when the school day finishes playing out only to hurry home.

"Mom?" I call in question, setting my backpack down on the floor near the door. The hair rises on the back of my neck, informing me that something is wrong. I slowly walk into the living room where my nose catches a whiff of rotting flesh and, a metallic rust. My eyes widen in horror when they spot the lifeless body of my mother, laying bloody on the sofa.

"Your mother is not here. Did she bother to tell you the truth?" A strange curly hair blonde woman whose eyes were a chocolate brown almost red. This woman is about my short height of 5'2 but, she is a bit more curvy and petite whereas I was close to resembling a chalk white toothpick.

"The truth?" I panic, wondering what I should do in this situation. "And, exactly, who are you? Did you kill my mother?"

This woman shakes her head. "Yes, the truth. My name is Brigid and, I did not kill your mother. I need to take you somewhere safe."

"How do I know you haven't been sent to kill me?" I ponder, quirking an eyebrow up at this Brigid woman. I fold my arms over my vibrant red hoodie. I did need answers before I went off with some stranger.

Brigid nods, pulling out a black pistol, loading it while glancing around the eery two bedroom home. "Crimson Valentine, if I were here to kill you then you'd already be five feet under. Come on."

I am about to refuse when the woman grabs my arm and, drags me out of the house. I knew my mother would not want me freaking out over this so I was able to remain calm. I harshly tug my arm from her grip once she pulls me over to a cherry red chevy pickup truck. I eye her like she is insane. "Can't you please tell me what is going on before I hope into a vehicle with you?"

Brigid is already in the driver's seat. She seems to be beyond exhaustion and, defeat. She gives in, opening the passenger side door while giving me a slight nod. "If I tell you then you have to keep it under lock and key. You need to lay low so certain people won't find you. Am I clear?"

I grin, one of relief, hopping into the passenger side seat, buckling up. I softly shut the door, sending her an expectant look. "I'll keep the secret under lock and key. What's up?"

"Your mother was prepared to tell you the truth of your origins when you got home from school. Why today? You are seventeen. Your biological father is none other than Jonathan Kent but, there's more to the story." Brigid quickly breathes, giving me a whirlwind of a headache.

Whoa! Wait, did she say Jonathan Kent is my birth father? "How do you know all of this, Brigid?"

Brigid tightens her grip on the steering wheel as she flies down the highway at full speed. Her nerves are obviously a tangle of a mess. She sends me a tight smile. "I'm your aunt Bri on your mother's side. Would you like to know the rest?"

I squint my eyes in thought. "Aunt Bri, it's been ages since we last spoke!" How was I unable to recognize the woman.

Bri grins, nodding. "Yes but, we won't have time."

I was about to ask but, everything for all too silent suddenly. I let her words sink in as she drives long into the heat of the Kansas day. "Where are you taking me?"

Bri flashes another smile. This time real as can be. "Somewhere you'll be safe. I won't be able to stay with you. Your mother is a..."

I listen to my aunt hesitantly trail off, attempting to find the right words to say to her favorite niece. "Is a what?"

Bri turns a bit of a light pink behind the ears. She sighs, somewhat slowly her driving speed down. "You won't like the answer. I sure enough didn't when my parents told me."

I bite my peach pink bottom lip. I did need to know. I loved history and, found it dearly important to keep going in life. I tilt my head sideways at my aunt. "I don't want to find out from some lunatic who may desire my head on a platter."

My aunt winces at my choice of words. Clearly, she felt the same way I did on the topic of blood spatter. I cannot ready myself for her next words that indeed cause my heart to drop.

"Your mother is a vampire." Brigid says, gluing her eyes to the road. She seems not to be able to look me in the eyes.

I was unable to believe it myself. I stare ahead at the road while she drives, saying nothing.