Title: Night Visions

Chapter Completed: January 29, 2003

It was so quiet and still in the castle. The night had a way of making it feel, like it was in Transylvania or some other Gothic setting instead of Smallville, Kansas. A distant calling of a clock and stuffy silence filled the halls. But Anan's space was filled with breathing. Another's breathing behind her in bed. The weight behind her of the man's body pressed to her back. His hands creeping over her, capturing her.

"Anna," a voice seeped into her ear, "Let it be a son." The hands moved to her stomach, fingers spread over the now swollen flesh, claiming it for their master.

"A child to be proud of," the voice continued, the tone changing, "A son of pride."

She tried to move, but couldn't. Wanted to adjust the uncomfortable position, the uncomfortable place, but felt stuck, trapped, tangled.

"Give me my son," the voice boomed now, no longer at her ear but above her, around her, consuming her. Its hands stirred, feeling like claws as the fingers clenched on her stomach. Threatening to tear the flesh open and retrieve the beginning child from within.

"no stop!…It's not yours," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. The pain increasing with the pressure.

"You owe me a son!" the voice hissed and the face appeared above hers: Lionel sneered down at her.

"No, please no," she cried out.

He forced his lips down on hers, his hands digging into, ripping for the womb.

Anna sat up, breathing haggardly with sweat covering her forehead, and a cold trickle down her back. She lifted the shirt off her stomach, no sign of attack, and no signs of pregnancy…yet. It was all a dream. A horrible nightmare. She just hoped it wasn't a premonition. Her breathing slowed, only to be followed by extreme nausea. She scrambled to her feet, running to the attached bathroom as she gagged. Kneeling at the base of the porcelain toilet her proceeded to purge.

She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "Morning sickness," was the conclusion she came to. Not to mention the unbelievable fear that the child growing inside her could be Lionel's. Created out of such horrid circumstances. She felt sick again…

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Lex couldn't sleep. If confronted he would blame it on business, his father or even the irregular amounts of trips he had taken to the Talon that day. But he knew it was Anna. The temptation that lie just down the hall; soft lips and the silky skin of her thighs. The taste of her mouth and the sound of her voice in the raspy whisper of his name. He could see her, sprawled out on the bed, her body anticipating his. The rise and fall of her chest, those breasts…

He groaned in frustration as he paced about the room. Reminiscent of a caged tiger. He couldn't go to her, he wanted to desperately, but swore himself to that when he left her bed, with her still in it, months ago. Of course he knew how cowardice it was. But also how needed. He couldn't go on possessing her, if that was what in fact he was doing. His father's words were stuck in his head, most likely that's what he wanted. It was slowly driving him mad because it made him question how true it rang. Every time he thought of her those words repeated in his ears.

He groaned again, running his hands over his head. He had walked around the room a good five times, this wasn't enough space for this unused energy.

Without real thought, more instinct he was down the hall toward the study. He could accomplish some work, or at least get a game of pool off. Anything to expel this energy and quiet the voice in the silent rooms.

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A/N: ah, sweet torture! Hehe yes…well, I'm obviously ignoring this week's episode of Smallville, and those events…