TITLE: Come Save Me
DISCLAIMER: This is my 2nd fan fiction written by me but based on the TV series of Smallville (Around Season 2-3). No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's headnote: I've based this chapter on "Nocturne" from Season 2. Check it out!
To JUNIOR1985's review: "So Clark has a twin sister. How is that I thought he was the only one that was save from Krpyton." - I made up the twin sister, d'oh. That is why this place is called "FAN FICTION".
CHAPTER SIX – WHITE TULIP, NOCTURNE
Giselle touched the white tulip flower she was holding, tenderly. It had a ribbon tied to it and a card which said: "Get Well Soon, Pete! 3 Giselle". So, the message wasn't much but Giselle was never good in greetings.
Retying her hair and adjusting the new violet blouse that Clark had bought her, Giselle stepped up and took a deep breath. She knocked on the door three loud times. Footsteps followed and some muttering inside. Giselle tapped her right foot impatiently.
Surprised, Giselle met Pete at the front door. He had a now-scribbled-over cast on his left arm. Giselle looked at it and back at Pete's face. She noticed that he had a blank expression. She waited for him to say something but he didn't. Trying to break the awkwardness, Giselle started:
"Hi, Pete. This is for you." Giselle handed him the white flower.
"Thanks." Giselle thought she had heard Pete say, or whispered. It wasn't clear but she hoped he had thanked her for it.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Giselle blurted out, tears starting to form in her eyes. "It's just I've got this new ability now. It's how Clark can carry heavy big things like I can too. He calls it the super strength. I didn't mean to push you so hard, it was out of control. Pete, please understand."
"How did you get here?" Pete asked, ignoring her plea. He frowned looking behind Giselle.
Um, I ran with my super speed ability? But I can't tell him that, he's already freaked out of my abilities. Gee. Giselle thought to herself.
Giselle feigned innocence and said, "Oh, Clark told me where you lived."
Pete continued to look around and replied, "But where's the car?" which he meant Clark's car. Obviously, Giselle wouldn't have a car.
"Oh, um, Clark dropped me off." Giselle said, losing the innocent look and she felt sweat forming on her forehead. Pete frowned and looked at her suspiciously.
"I didn't see or hear his car. Believe me, I know when Clark's here or not," Pete said. "He's got this distinct sound from his red truck so that every time he comes, I'd know."
"Okay, I give! I used my super speed. Happy?" Giselle snapped at him. She was annoyed at the fact that Pete was now accusing her of small stuff like this. Without waiting for his reply, she super sped off.
"What's wrong, Clark?" Giselle asked, seeing that something was bothering him from the look of his face.
"Lana's got a letter from her secret admirer who visits her parents grave every night," Clark explained. "And every night, he'll leave her some mushy love poem. She thinks it's nice of him but I told her that she should be careful that he might be dangerous."
"And, I suppose that got her all angry and snappy on you?" Giselle asked, shifting to a side and patted the couch next to her beckoning Clark to sit with her.
"Yeah. I don't get why she always had to think that I'm jealous," Clark said. "I mean, she should know that I would never let anything hurt her."
"She does, Clark. She does," Giselle assured him, touching his arm lightly. "Okay, why don't we just go meet the secret admirer?"
"You mean to the graveyard?" Clark said, raising his eyebrow slightly.
Giselle nodded and stood up. "Come on, we'll find out who he is and see whether he's that dangerous stalker or just some harmless lovesick puppy. Come on!" She pulled Clark to his feet and both left the house and super sped to the Smallville Cemetery.
It was an hour past midnight. The Smallville Cemetery was dark, eerie and filled with cold fog. Giselle felt her heart beat hard against her ribcage. She always had a phobia of the dark ever since she was a child. Giselle let out a soft whimper when she heard a ruffling sound. Brotherly like, Clark held her hand and led her behind a tree to spy on Lana who was lying on the headstone of her parents' grave.
"What's she doing in the dark?" Giselle whispered but Clark squeezed her hand indicating for her to shut up when they saw a boy of their age emerging from the darkness beyond.
The strange guy was wearing a long sleeved white blouse which was unbuttoned and black velvet trousers. As he walked slowly towards Lana, Clark made an attempt to rush forward but was pinned down by Giselle.
"CLARK! Stop it, just watch. Okay?" Giselle angrily whispered at him. The stranger was now turning his back on Lana when suddenly, Lana awoke and called out:
"Hey!"
The stranger was startled by Lana's call and broke into a run. He stopped when she called out again:
"Hey, wait! Your poem was beautiful, it really was."
The stranger turned around and Lana took in everything: His long dark brown hair, which touched his collar and his pale white skin. He seemed… elegant.
"Really?" He softly asked. Lana nodded slowly.
"What's your name?" Lana asked him.
The stranger looked around and said. "Byron. I'm Byron."
Author's footnote: Like this chapter? I finally have something "weird" going on Smallville. Again, it's based on "Nocturne" from Season 2. Leave reviews to tell me what you think! Thanks a lot!
