Chapter 4

"I love to dance with you. Your so free," Clark told Chloe as he spun her around.

"Well, your pretty spirited yourself," she breathed. They were so close that they could feel each other's breath on their face. It was moments like this that Chloe loved.

When the song finished they sat down, Chloe exhausted. Clark got her a cup of water and she thanked him.

"It's alright for you, you don't ever get tired," she joked.

"Well, I would have thought of that as a good thing. I could go all night," he said smoothly.

She smiled lustrously at him. Then the smile died in a passionate kiss.

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Clark and Lex had been best friends since that day. Lex viewed Clark as his saviour - he had always hated his father - and since his transformation, he had grown even less found of the old man. He was one of the only threats to his cause - along with the pesky teens that fought endlessly in a futile battle, which they obviously weren't going to win. God, Lex hated them. He seemed more bothered with them than Clark, who never seemed bothered with anyone.

Lex started to walk in the alley outside the club, glancing back to see Clark and Chloe in a major lip-lock. He'd never been involved with anyone more than 5 minutes. In fact, sometimes he was tempted to feed of anyone, even Clark. He wondered what his blood was taste like. But he would never do that to his friend.

He loved the silence, and the light of the moon. It seemed to regenerate him, give him strength that he otherwise would not have. He shifted a little when he heard a voice from around the corner. It sounded familiar. Slowly he crept up to the wall, peeking out the side. He tried to stay calm at the sight he saw. Clark was unconscious under a net, and the teens were taking him away.

He was just about to save his friend when Clark came out of the side door and approached him. Lex looked from Clark to Clark, wondering what the hell was going on. When Clark saw the uncertain look on Lex's face, he frowned and Lex pointed in the direction of the kids.

"What the." Clark breathed. "How did they manage this one?"

Lex shook his head, not knowing anything more than him. They listened in the darkness for any clues as to what the teenagers plan was.

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"What did he mean, I'm not who you think I am?" Pete said in dismay.

"I don't know. I think we should take him back to our place," Lana told him.

"Are you kidding, that's exactly what they want," Eric shouted.

"Look, everyone keep it down. Remember where we are. We'll take him J," Kyle reasoned.

They all nodded silently. They picked up the heavy body and carried it into a car. As they sped off, they forgot to check the side mirrors as they usually did, assuming that they had Clark. If they had they would have seen his double speeding behind the truck to their destination.

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I have so many ideas spinning in my head at the moment for this story, so you'll have to be patient while I figure them out.