Summery: Our /'homme mystereuse begins to show himself, and he seems familiar…Lana thinks and dreams, mostly Lana chapter. I'm too tired to write more. 

Rating: PG-13…cause without it we can't have fun stuff like smoochies and other things… ^_^

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except for the world. Which will come to me eventually…

A/N: Weeeeeelll, it's late, but I wanna write dammit!!

NOW…on with the show!!!!

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Of Mice and Men

Calette

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Lana set aside her brush and looked outside her window at the moon. The party had been a blast, with great music, cake. The Talon was crammed with people, many of whom bought Talon merchandise. Which was fantastic. Yup. Sure was…

So why wasn't she thrilled about the great time she should have had?

Lana already knew the answer to that question before she even asked it.

Clark.

She looked into her mirror, looking at the reflection that was there. Long, silky chestnut brown hair, deep chocolate almond eyes, perfect completion. Lana didn't consider herself to be the beauty that others said she was. But Clark… he never looked at her for what she looked like on the outside. Well, not just that. He looked deeper into her heart… her soul. He saw her for herself, and up until tonight, she was sure that she was all he saw.

Why was this bothering her so much?

Clark was just a friend. A very good friend. A very good… kind… warm-hearted… gorgeous friend…

Ok, so why didn't she see this before tonight?

Cause there wasn't much of a competition now was there? A little voice in the back of her head said rather arrogantly. When he wanted you, you just brushed him off, gave him the 'good friend' treatment. But now that you can't have him…you want him.

That's not true, Lana told herself. I love Whitney. I don't want Clark in * that* way.

De' Nile isn't just a river in Egypt ya know.

Quiet you.

Make me!

Fine then!

Fine!

Nyaaaaa-

Lana stopped. She was arguing with herself. This was getting to be sad and pathetic. She shook her head, moving to the windowsill. The moon was full and bright tonight, shining on her face. Ahhh the moon…the inconsistent moon, which wanes in her monthly orb…

Romeo and Juliet. The star-crossed lovers. The gave up everything to be together…

Romeo Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo….

Romeo…

Clark……

Dammit…why can't she stop thinking about him? Lana looked around, trying to get her mind off * that* boy.

Hmmm…ok…tree...tree…bush…tree…fortress of solitude-gahh! Must look away! Tree…rabbit…bush…creepy man looking in window…

Wait a minute. Lana straightened up. Did she just see what she thought she saw? Lana looked again, trying not to be conspicuous. Yes, there defiantly was a man. He was dressed from head to toe in black. His hair…too far away to be able to tell what color it was. Light brown…dirty blonde? The eyes though…she could tell the eyes. They were piercing …striking through the darkness, tearing into her very soul…Lana shivered, closing the window. She could still feel his gaze through the curtains.

How long had he been standing there?

Lana shivered once more, and then went to bed.

That night she dreamed…

Lana walked around the crypt. The corridors were endless, twisting and turning, without direction. It seemed forever before she reached the end. And then…it was dark.

When she awoke, Clark was there, twirling a dagger on the stone steps.

"Ahh," He said. "You're awake."

"Where are we?" Lana asked, stepping down from the alter she found herself to be on.

"Look around Princess." His tone seemed condescending, as if to chastise a child.

Lana looked around at her surroundings. It was all very medieval. Before her was a pillar, bearing a name. Capulet…

"Romeo and Juliet." She said, lightly fingering the two doves carved in stone.

"Not quite babe."

Lana looked up in shock. Yes, it was Clark who has said that. He stood up, a red cape draping about him. His stance almost looked as if he was bored.

"What going on here Clark?" Lana moved forward, towards Clark.

"See, this isn't exactly the Romeo and Juliet you know."

"Why not?"

"Well, you're Juliet, that's true." He said, poking her in the chest. "And I'm supposed to be Romeo."

"Right. It looks as if we're in the Capulet family crypt."

"Yup. That we are."

"Is this the last scene? The one where we are supposed to take our lives?" Lana asked.

"Well…normally yes." Clark shifted his feel. He looked restless.

"Normally yes?" Lana looked about in confusion. What was going on?

"Yeah, normally. But see, this isn't the normal story."

"How not?"

"Well, see, normally, Whitney, the Prince should have come by already."

"And you're supposed to fight to the death over me. That's how the story goes, yes I know."

"Yeah, but see, he already came by. Told me to tell you that he's marrying some Rosaline chick instead."

Lana felt shocked. This just seemed so…surreal. This isn't how the story went at all. And Clark…he was so different. So blunt. This wasn't the **pixie stick Clark she normally knew. What the *hell * was going on here?

"So, I guess that leaves us to run off free together then." Lana smiled, grabbing Clark's gloved hand.

"Not really." Clark removed her hand from his like it was a dirty, disgusting thing.

"What?" 

"See, I've also looked at this 'us' thing, and I just don't see it happening babe." The roar of a motorcycle was heard off in the distance. "There's my ride, try not to be too heartbroken."

A sleek red motorcycle rode up to them, stopping beside Clark. The rider was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket, her features obscured by a helmet. Clark got on the back, hugging the rider tightly. The rider pulled off the helmet, golden tresses shaking loose. Chloe. It had to be Chloe. God, this dream was getting weird. Chloe turned around, gripping Clarks' chin, kissing him passionately. This went on for a few minuets, along with a little bit of groping on Clark's part. Lana just stared in shock and disgust to see her normally reserved friends so…voyeuristic. Chloe broke off the kiss, and then looked at Lana.

"Do you mind? We're trying to be alone here." She said in a really snotty tone that

*really * got on Lana's nerves.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving." Lana was about to turn around when Clark got up.

"Lana, wait."

This was it. He was going to run into her arms and tell her that he wanted her and only her…Lana faced him, eyes glistening with hope.

"Don't forget to scream on the way down."

"Wha-!" Clark pushed Lana down, except there was no more floor beneath to catch her. She fell, her screaming voice lost in the howling winds around her. As she fell, she saw Clark look down with an expressionless look on his face…

Eventually she hit a bottom. Lana got up, and tried to peer into the darkness surrounding her. Suddenly, two hands grabbed her from behind. Twisting her around, she saw it was the guy in black. His eyes looked right into her, tearing her apart like knives. They were so stormy and full of malice…

He raised his arm above his head. Lana looked, and saw that he had the dagger Clark help not too long ago.

"And now the play comes to a close." He whispered into her ear. The dagger dropped, slashing her. He cut her hand, the wound throbbing with pain. He brought the dagger down again, and again. Over and over he slashed her, until her entire body burned with the pain. Then, he dug the dagger deep into her stomach. He retreated into the shadows, grinning maliciously.

Lana looked at her hands, now covered in warm, dark red blood. Her blood. The pain...it was all over her…and there was nobody there to help. Even Clark…her one true knight had left, retreating into the shadows. She clutched at the dagger as she fell…

Oh happy dagger…

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Lana screamed bloody murder as she awoke. Nell rushed into her room, making a commotion. Lana surged forward, clutching at Nell, sobbing. Nell stroked her hair, making soothing noises. After a while, Lana stopped crying, and they just sat there on the bed. Finally, Nell said something.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, her eyes filled with concern for her niece. Lana just shook her head vehemently.

"Oh my poor baby…" Nell rocked Lana back and forth. She hadn't done that in ages, since Lana was but a little girl, screaming out for her parents in the night. "It must have been horrible."

Lana drew back, looking as Nell. The one person who had stayed by her all these years. What would she ever do with out her wonderful Aunt Nell?

Nell gasped, and grabbed Lana's hand.

"Oh my…you must have been thrashing about…look, see, you're bleeding…"

Her hand was bleeding.

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Hehehehe…

I heard her scream. Oh what a beautiful sound it was. So piercing filled with terror, resounding in the night.

Music to my ears.

By now she should have seen the cut on her hand.

Heh, that should have freaked her out.

No doubt she'll run to 'Clarky' tomorrow and tell all about her experience. Blondie will chalk it up to krypto-sorry, 'meteor' rocks. Another hunt for the latest freak of the week will begin.

Yeah, I know all about that crap. I made it a point to research this stuff a bit before coming back to this hellhole.

So annoyingly predictable these kids are today.

Makes my job so much more easier.

Yay.

Ahhhh, sweet sweet revenge…how good it feels to grasp it firmly and shape it to your destiny. 

He walked away from Lana's house, whistling. The first glints of sunrise could be seen glinting off a small, blinking silver ball he tossed up and down.