Chapter 6-Smallville
"Should we really be doing this? I mean, I know you have the strength and invincibility going for you, but what have I got? This…thing, could eat me alive," Pete said nervously, following Clark through the graveyard.
"It was either you or one of the girls," Clark told him, looking around.
"I vote for Chloe," Pete told him, the leaves mashing under his feet.
Clark concentrated, looking around the headstones.
"You scanning anything?" Pete asked, looking around.
"Scanning?" Clark asked in amusement.
"You know what I mean. X-raying," Pete amended.
"Yes, I am," Clark replied, finally turning toward the crypt. "There's something in there."
"Like a living something?" Pete asked, realizing his mistake. "I mean a living-dead something?"
Clark shook his head. "It's not a body." Clark walked to the crypt and pulled open the door.
"Wow, party central," Pete muttered, shining his flashlight inside. Inside the crypt were wine bottles and jars of a red liquid.
"More blood," Clark said, reaching down to pick up one of the bottles.
"Maybe Chloe was right," Pete said, starting to believe.
"Anything can happen in Smallville. Wait, do you hear those voices?"
"That's Lana and Chloe. But who's the man?" Pete asked, listening.
Clark raced out of the crypt, following the voices. Pete had a hard time keeping up.
"No, I'm not from around here, pet," the man said.
"Where are you from?" Chloe asked. Her question was cut short when Clark and Pete raced up.
Chloe and Lana jumped at the sound of their footsteps, but the man seemed like he knew they were coming. "Quite the little party we have here," he said, before turning to Clark. "You, you're different."
"What?" Clark asked, fidgeting nervously.
"I can smell you. You don't smell like the others," Spike said, studying Clark.
"That's because he's a sweaty farm boy," Chloe replied, giving Clark a sidelong glance.
"Stop talking to me. I'm trying to talk to her. I can't hear her when you're talking," Spike said, turning his head at some unseen person. "Sod off. No, I will not. Would you bloody shut up?"
"Who are you talking to?" Lana asked, moving around Clark when he stood protectively in front of her.
"Them. They're here. I tried to get away, but they followed me," Spike said, as if asking for their help.
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"So, this girl who owns the website. Her name's Willow Rosenberg. She lives in Sunnydale, California. Apparently she knows a lot about the occult, vampires, and demonology," Chloe explained once they were safely in Clark's loft.
"Do you seriously believe this?" Clark asked.
"First of all, I've heard tales of vampires before. There's people called slayers. They are born with like superhuman strength. Basically, they go around killing demons and vampires," Chloe said annoyed. "Second, there's also what some people refer to as watchers. They're the people who look after and guide the slayers. I thought it was just myth. I mean, there's even a chat room for this Angel guy who's supposed to be a vampire with a soul who goes around saving people. Now, I'm starting to think maybe it isn't just an urban legend."
"How will some girl in California help us here in Kansas?" Lana asked, unconvinced.
"She has an email address on the site. I'll email her and ask her about it," Chloe said.
"What are you going to say?" Clark asked, sitting next to Chloe.
Chloe shrugged.