Disclaimer. This stuff isn't mine. It belongs to the TV people and to the creators of the ever-present and lovely Superman. I don't own anything to do with the World of Darkness either. I'm just a girl with an idea and a mild crush on Lex Luthor. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

New Girl In Town

"Let's get this straight, Mr. Luthor. I do not like you. I never have, and I never will, so far as I can discern. Therefore, I will politely insist that you leave me alone."

Clark Kent turned his head as he heard the loud exclamation. Down the Smallville High hallway, he saw a tall girl with black lipstick and an expression that could wilt flowers stalk away from his friend, immaculately dressed in a dark navy suit and sunglasses, as per usual. Lex wore his usual blank-yet-scheming expression that Clark was so used to, his forehead furrowed in thought as he rubbed his chin.

The girl pushed past Clark and Chloe, shoving her dark brown hair out of her eyes. Lex sauntered up, still rubbing his chin.

"Well... Oh, uh, Clark? I came by looking for you. There's an unused pool table at the mansion this afternoon, and I was hoping you knew how to play billiards." he smiled.

Clark grinned back. "Oh, come on, Lex. You know you never just want to play. What do you really want?"

"A companion for a buffet tonight. I also have something that...might interest you." Lex shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing at Chloe. "I might also extend an invitation to an enterprising young reporter from the Torch?" he ventured.

Chloe's eyes cut to Clark. He thought a moment, then nodded. "Sounds good, but on one condition."

"And that would be?"

"Who's the femme fatale in black?" Clark smiled, turning to walk down the hallway. Chloe followed on his other side, typing something into a PDA.

"Ah! That's Camyne Larson. She was in one of my first schools with me. Highest grade in the class. Rich family, privelaged life. I'm surprised, but not shocked to see her here. She's a senior now. I also hear she's looking for a place to live, Clark, if your penchant for certain brown-eyed-bombshells has abated." he raised his eyebrows at the tall Senior.

Clark grinned. "Whatever, Lex. See you tonight."

Lex watched Clark and Chloe walk off, only to see Chloe look over her shoulder at him. Her eyes, he thought, were just a little red.

What he did not see was a young man who was watching him from a nearby locker and snapped a picture. "Perfect."

"Overstuffed prick." Camyne muttered, stalking her way into the bathroom. She drew a bottle of eyeliner from her purse and re-applied the thick lines around her eyes. Tightening the laces of her corset and straightening her lace skirt, she stood back up and stared into the mirror.

"Every time I see that prick, I start to cry. I hate crying, Cami." she said to herself. "Listen to me. I'm talking to myself. If that isn't grounds for an exam, I don't know what is." A final tug on her knee-high patent leather boots, and she was gone. The girl in the next stall emerged with a concerned look. Lana Lang had a new case.