Heroic Deeds
By Ayisha
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon. Smallville doesn't belong to me, either.
Author's Notes: As always, a big thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story.
Chapter 15:
Smallville, Kansas
Buffy softly closed the door to her room, still in a deep trance.
The events of the evening came rushing back to her. She looked at her hands.
She had killed someone. Technically, she didn't kill him considering he was already dead. He was a vampire, after all.
That was the thing that bothered her.
How on earth did she know that it was a vampire? And why wasn't she even the least bit bothered that it was?
Why did it feel so natural?
Her head felt heavy just thinking about it. Not knowing what came over her, she fell face first on the bed.
She stayed in that position for a good long while.
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"Thank you for a sumptuous dinner, Mrs. Kent."
Martha smiled at him. "You're always welcome here, Lex."
Looking at her husband's expression, Lex didn't think so. Jonathan Kent could tolerate having him around but not to the point of actually trusting him.
"Are you leaving?" Martha asked him.
Lex nodded. "I was suppose to."
Martha sighed as she glanced at her watch. "I wonder what is taking Clark so long."
"He promised to be here before dinner." Jonathan eyed Lex in disdain. "You shouldn't have allowed him to test drive that expensive car of yours."
Where was the man who invited me to dinner? Lex wondered. As far as he knew, he had acted as any other respectable guest in the Kent household.
As if reading his mind, Martha gave Lex an apologetic smile. Jonathan was getting worried about Clark.
"Well, at least he finally decided to grace us with his presence," Lex remarked. He finally saw the familiar headlights of his Lamborghini driving down Hickory Lane.
The three of them watched in silence as Clark stopped in front of them, turned the engine off and got out of the car. "Here." Clark gave the keys to Lex.
Lex gratefully took it. "I think it's time I leave." He glanced back at Jonathan. "I've prolonged my stay as it is."
Before Martha could protest the statement, Lex had already started his car and was on his way. Just like her son, Martha have always felt an affinity to Lex. She doesn't share Jonathan's opinion of him. What Lex needed was a mother and that was what Martha was trying to be to him.
"You didn't have to be so rude," Martha admonished him.
"I invited him to dinner, isn't that enough?" Jonathan drawled.
Normally, Clark would say something to defend his friend. But he didn't.
Concerned, Martha finally gave her full attention to Clark.
That was when she noticed the blank expression on her son's face. "Clark?" she asked, concerned.
Clark didn't answer.
Jonathan and Martha exchanged glances.
"Son?" Jonathan tapped Clark's shoulder.
"Huh?" Clark was finally out of his trance.
"Is something wrong?"
Clark shook his head vehemently. "Nope. Everything's peachy."
His parents didn't look convinced.
Clark gave them both a smile. "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong."
"Really?"
He squeezed his mother's hand. "Yes, mom."
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Sunnydale, California
Spike had already reached a decision before the night was over. Knowing that he had to tell them what he knew, he cleared his throat loudly.
Everyone stopped what he or she was doing and gave him an annoying glance.
"What is it?" Angel asked irritably.
"Don't get all worked up, Peaches." Spike sneered. "I was just wondering if anyone wants to listen to me."
Faith looked on with interest.
"And what makes you think we would listen?"
"Because if you don't, you might never know what actually happened to Buffy all those months ago."
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce's face ashened. Spike smirked in satisfaction. Achilles was right, he thought. The former Watcher had something to do with Buffy's disappearance.
Achilles and Ajax were a pain on his side…a thorn…yet their proposition had served its purpose.
The two had told him that Buffy was alive…
…And that the only one who could save her was him.
William the Bloody.
He was given a choice and he chose the nobler one.
By this time, he had everyone's full attention.
"I suppose I should start from the very beginning." Spike took a deep breath and started his tale.
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Los Angeles, California
Lionel Luthor was comfortably seated on his personal jet and piling over the paper work.
His unexpected trip to Los Angeles almost cost him one million dollars. He had to cancel meetings from prospective clients left and right.
But it had been worth it. Lionel touched the small bottle in his breastpocket. Once he returns to Metropolis and had made Angelica (or whoever she is), drink the vial, his problems would be solved.
No one would know about what truly happened on that plane.
And Lex…
…Lex would be history in a matter of months.
It was the hardest thing a father could do to his son.
And yet…he was given no choice.
He had no choice. Someday soon, Lex would become stronger than him…he would take on the world like no other…
And in the process become the man Lionel would fear.
A man without a conscience nor a soul.
People might think he was crazy, but he knows deep in his gut that exactly, is what would happen with Lex.
He was the one who made him that way, after all.
But before Lionel could further contemplate his son's fate, the jet was already getting ready for take off.
…Except that it didn't leave.
The last thing the airport personnel saw was a jet blazing on fire.
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Smallville, Kansas
Clark couldn't forget what he saw that night.
He had decided to take the Lamborghini to town for a test drive. Or, quite frankly, he wanted to drop by the Talon to ask Lana if she wanted a ride home.
Unfortunately, it was Angelica he saw closing down the Talon for the night.
And a fight like no other.
Clark had stopped the Lamborghini a couple of blocks away and was about to approach Angelica when he saw the old man.
He also witnessed its transformation to something else…a vampire.
Clark had read enough books about strange creatures of the night to know what one is.
He turned his telescope to the night sky. The scene replayed in his mind. Angelica fighting with the vampire…her getting the stick…aiming straight at the heart…
…And killing it.
Clark was hiding behind the shadows. Angelica did not even notice him. She just went home afterwards, in some kind of a trance.
It was the thing that bothered him the most ever since he went home that night.
Why was Angelica McGregor so stunned of her actions?