Chapter . . . GUESS WHAT NUMBER THIS CHAPTER IS! (8)

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BashfulC—Okay, it's stupid, but sometimes as soon as I run home I check the computer to see if you've reviewed yet. Heh. blushes Okay, is the town THAT small?! I visited my cousin in San Francisco a couple months ago, and it's 7 by 7 miles. I thought that was small for a large town. Is your town 5 by 5 blocks? So random. I had to bring Spike back. Also, Oct. 1st is like the best day for me because it's SMALLVILLE AND ANGEL-afied! YAY! SPIKE AND LEX! (And I totally understand the thing about too much sugar . . . I finished a jar of Nutella, this weird Swedish chocolate paste that's a lot yummy-er than it sounds, but it has so much sugar I'm really hyper.) Also, I just found out what an uzi was today. How retarded am I?!

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Chapter 8: Red Musings

"Lex?"

Lex's concentration wavered and the cue ball went spinning into the maroon three ball. He paced to the other side, and then turned to Clark.

"Well, hello, Clark," He said, leaning slightly on his stick. (A/N In pool. What are those things called?) "You got Lana to the hospital okay, right?"

Clark nodded. "She's fine. She only had a little bit of blood drained, and she should be fine in a few days. Helen's still missing and I came to see how Dawn was doing," He concluded in one breath.

Lex nodded. "She's up in the library looking up occult demonology and stuff like that. She's convinced that the man who bit Lana was a vampire."

"A vampire," Clark said skeptically. "She does know they don't exist, right?"

"Try explaining that to her," Lex said, putting down his stick. "She so set on it its kind of disturbing. Also, it does make sense." Clark raised an eyebrow,

"Vampires? Sense? Together?"

"Why did he bite Lana? Why did he say he wanted a snack?"

"I don't know . . .," Clark said uncertainly.
Dawn had four books in front of her—Two watcher diaries, a heavy brown and gold plated book with the word "Vampyr" written on it, and a large black book labeled "Occult Demonology—A guide to the underworld". She was skimming the smaller of the two diaries, made by a watcher not too long ago named Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. British, of course, and he was the second watcher to a blond, way-too-perky, Californian slayer. The name of the Slayer had been carefully blacked out, like someone didn't want anyone else to know who she was. Dawn frowned, and turned a page. This really wasn't helping at all, and Wesley didn't explain vampires whatsoever.

"That was given to me in a box of books I ordered from a society called the Watchers Council, before it blew up," Came an oily voice from behind her.

Dawn looked up to see Lionel Luther looking down on her choice of books.

"Oh . . . "Dawn faltered, trying to think of a good excuse as to why she was looking at books on Hell and Vampires. "I . . . I think they're cool." She gestured to the rather large, "Vampyr" on one book.

Lionel chuckled. "And I assume my son let you stay and browse our rather large collection of books?"

Dawn nodded.

Lionel chuckled again, while walking over to another bookshelf. "Yes . . . "He tapped his chin and pulled out a book. "Well, Ms. Summers, it seems you missed a book." He handed it to Dawn. "Why . . . " He paused, and pretended to sound shocked. "You're the girl in the car accident a few days ago."

Dawn nodded again.

"Well, you're a very lucky girl," He said. "But don't expect it to last." Lionel began to walk off.

Dawn called after him, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Lionel turned around and grinned. "Nothing. Just don't expect a super hero every time you need one."

Dawn frowned, and glanced at the book he gave her. Nothing was on the outside. She opened the cover, and began to read.
Willow walked down the crowded halls of the Smallville Hospital, looking for room 241. In one hand she had a map of Kansas and a newspaper article, and in the other a rather large purse filled with ingredients for a spell, carefully covered with boring books so that no one would think to look farther in her bag.

She bit her lip, and looked at the door to her left.

'242,' she thought, and turned to the right where, sure enough, was door 241.

Willow glanced around, then opened the door.

It was dark inside. Lana Lang was sleeping peacefully. Willow looked around, and saw a blond girl scribbling on a piece of paper. She looked up and saw Willow.

"So," the blond girl began. "You a tabloid reporter, or a well wisher? Or someone in-between?"

Willow shrugged. "Out of those three? You could call me a well wisher." She pulled out her camera, zoomed in and took a picture of Lana's neck.

The girl put her pencil down. "So why are you here? Did you know Lana?"

Willow pulled out a copy of the newspaper she was holding, where the headline read, "Girl Attacked by Sadistic Serial Killer".

Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Word gets around fast, huh?"

"Especially since this is a Metropolis copy."

Chloe smiled. "I'm Chloe, by the way. Chloe Sullivan."

"Willow Rosenburg." They shook hands.

"So, what brings you to this leafy hamlet, besides the obvious?" Chloe asked.

"Actually," Willow began. "This and another thing. I . . . would you think I was crazy if I told you vampires existed?"

Chloe shrugged. "Vampires? In this town, that'd be pretty normal."

Willow grinned. "You have obviously never been to Los Angeles at 10 at night," She said.

"Really?" Chloe looked intrigued.

"Not to interrupted the train of thought in your head, but, would you think I was crazy?"

Chloe shook her head. "A girl told me vampires existed, and then this? Well, I don't know. They connect, I guess."

Something clicked in Willow's head. "Who told you about vampires?"

"A girl named Dawn Summers. She got into a car accident. You didn't read about that?"

Willow shook her head, trying to contain feelings of glee. If only Buffy had read about this.

"So, uh," Chloe started again. "Vampires?"

"They do exist."

"In LA?"

"In LA."

Chloe leaned back a bit. "Well, that's one city I'm never going to."

Willow nodded solemnly. "Do you . . . er, know where this . . . Dawn is?"

Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Do you know her?"

"I just wanted to ask her some questions."

"Oh," Chloe said.

"Well," Willow put her newspaper in her bag. "I have to go now."

Chloe nodded. "Okay. Bye." But she was thinking something else.

Willow wondered to herself.

'I think she might be the slayer. And although Buffy wants me to find Dawn . . . well, Chloe's my priority.'
Trailer—Dawn cuts herself, Helen and Lex meet, Spike beats up a demon for information, Chloe gets hit by toxic fumes, and Clark's acting like a freak. What does Lionel know? What's Willow really doing in Smallville? Tune in next week for another exciting episode of, "the CROSSOVER FROM HELL"!