Zatanna stood up unsteadily, noting that chaos was starting to ensue all around her. Whatever the hell was going on, it wasn't even close to pretty. She noticed that the crowd around her was getting a little more risqué. Clothes were coming off, and there was way too much bumping and grinding going on for this to even be a high school party gone insane.

Zatanna scanned the room, searching for Clark, trying to find some sign of him and make sure that he too didn't go the insano route along with everyone else in the room. The sorceress dodged a red and black lace bra that came whizzing at her, and a moment later dodged what seemed to be a matching thong. They were a good set, actually, Zatanna thought to herself as she started down the stairs, which is where she found Clark.

Dancing with Chloe and Lois.

Dressed only in a pair of bright blue boxers.

Zatanna sucked in her breath as she saw him. God, now that was a man. She snapped out of her stupor, though, as soon as she realized that Clark was definitely not acting like Clark. And how the hell had another witch's spell overpowered her own and taken over her boyfriend?

"Kralc peels," Zatanna commanded, sending her boyfriend into slumberland. Clark's eyes closed and he started to tumble down the stairs which is when Zatanna commanded, "Ezeerf." Clark froze in mid-air, which allowed Zatanna to transport him, via spell, to his bed. She then hurried back to the barn to deal with whoever was dealing out the mojo in the first place and came across Lana, Lois, and Chloe all dancing seductively around a football player that Zatanna hadn't been introduced to yet. On the other hand, it looked like the three girls were going to be getting to know him very well soon.

Zatanna quickly walked over to the girls to bring them back to their senses when Lana, startled, looked at Zatanna, her eyes wide and full of malice. "Girls," she said, "we have a sorceress in our midst."

Zatanna stopped right in her tracks when she heard Lana say this, Zatanna's own eyes widening with horrid realization. Lana was the witch. Somehow, both Lois and Chloe were also witches. Zatanna wasn't sure how that had happened, or when it had happened, but she intuitively knew that it was somehow related to Lana's tattoo.

"More real than anything you'll ever be," Zatanna countered evenly. Lana, Chloe, and Lois stopped their dancing and Chloe and Lois used a spell to transport the rest of the party back to their homes. They stood then, side by side, facing off against Zatanna.

"Is that so?" asked Lana, cocking her head to one side.

"You really wanna test me out? Look, Lana, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but it has something to do with that symbol on your back. I think we really need to go talk to someone else about it if it's starting to possess you."

"Lana's not here, fool. Sure, she's asleep somewhere inside...but at the moment it's only me."

"Only you...?" Zatanna looked at Lana questioningly, unsure of what she meant. And then it dawned on her after a moment. Lana's symbol, she'd received it from a tomb in France. Which could only mean one thing. Lana Lang had been taken over by the woman in the tomb. "Isabelle Theroux," Zatanna said, her voice filled with wonder.

"You can call me mistress," Isabelle replied, sending out a bolt of red magic at Zatanna.

"Esrever!" Zatanna cried, sending the bolt onto Isabelle. Isabelle flew back, shattering the stairs behind her. Isabelle got back on her feet immediately, seething with anger.

"Your power...it is not like mine."

"My power's real."

"We'll see about that, you vapid guttersnipe," Isabelle said before teleporting out of there with her two lackeys.

Zatanna cursed under her breath. All she'd come to Smallville for was to find her father. She hadn't signed up for tattoos and boyfriends and resurrected witches. Zatanna sighed in frustration and stalked out of the barn, ready to prepare for a full on battle against Lana, Chloe, and Lois' possessors.

Fifteen minutes later found Zatanna at the Native American caves, dressed in a little more...fight-worthy, which in her definition consisted of a pair of denim flares, a black sleeveless top with a funky gold pattern on it, black fishnet arm-warmers (because a girl needs fishnets), and spike-heeled boots. She had with her Zatara's spell book and a few vials of untried potions she had been working on. Zatanna didn't really know where she was, but she had followed her gut intuition from her home back to Clark's place (they had come back there after she had left) and then to these caves.

Whatever the Witches of Eastwick-wannabes wanted, it was here.

Zatanna strode inside the caves, her every sense on red alert. She walked past a few boulders and took in all the drawings on the caves, the paintings that Lana had told her about. She also noticed, on one wall, a larger version of the tattoo that was on Lana's back.

So Lana was somehow connected to the walls here, but how? And what were all these runes? Where were they from?

Zatanna's musings were interrupted by a sound she heard from the other side of the cave. It sounded like an electrical buzzing almost. Zatanna followed it and found herself walking through a tiny opening between the cave walls and into a room with Isabelle and the other two, whose names Zatanna had yet to learn. The women were huddled around a large rock formation that held a white stone on one third of it.

"Sorceress, you found us," Isabelle said, mildly surprised.

"You guys weren't hard to find, Isabelle. What is this you want? Why are you here, now?"

"That's not any of your business."

"What affects Lana is my business. She's my friend."

"Was, I think you mean. Once I get this crystal and funnel its powers, the world is mine to conquer."

"Wow. You're really hokey, you know that?" Zatanna asked before throwing a vial at Isabelle. "I mean, world domination. Read a book, sister, that sort of pathetic thinking went out when Pinky and the Brain went off the air."

"Brianna! Madeleine!" Isabelle cried out to her comrades. "Protect me!"

Brianna, who had taken over Lois' body, threw a ball of red magic at the vial, bursting it in midair as Madeleine-in-Chloe threw another ball of red magic at Zatanna. Zatanna froze Madeleine's magic, sending a red ball of ice crashing to the ground.

"Enieledam peels!" Zatanna shouted, sending the witch to sleep. She did the same then to Brianna, sent both witches back home, and then turned to Isabelle. "Just you and me now, bitch."

"Should be interesting."

"Oh, it will be," Zatanna countered. "Hturt!"

"What?" Isabelle asked, not understanding Zatanna's last word. "What sort of spell was that?"

"Who the hell are you? And what significance does the tattoo have to Lana Lang?"

Isabelle stared at Zatanna for a moment, trying to keep the truth from spilling out of her mouth. But Zatanna's spell held.

"She's a vessel for great power, Lana. And as my descendant, she should be. Lana Lang will achieve great things, whether because of me or not."

"What kind of power?"

"Power that you can't even conceive of yet," Isabelle said through gritted teeth. "Back off, little girl, you don't know what it is you're dealing with yet."

"You're right, she doesn't," a voice piped up behind Zatanna. "But I do."

Zatanna whirled around. "Clark?"

"How'd you get here?" Clark asked in place of a greeting.

"I followed the Elphalba rip-off. How did you get here?"

"I knew what she was after."

While Zatanna and Clark had their little discussion, Isabelle saw her chance and reached for the hunk of white Kryptonite.

It was a huge mistake on her part though, because the minute she touched it, she felt electric charges go flying through her body. Isabelle let go of the rock and Zatanna lunged for it, as did Clark, who was a little bit faster. Zatanna though, quick on white, yelled out, "Enots emoc ereh!" The Kryptonite changed direction and landed in Zatanna's palm.

"Who the hell are you?!" Clark asked as he heard Zatanna's incantation and saw the Kryptonite switch direction in mid-air.

Zatanna couldn't answer as shock waves went up and down her body from the rock in her hands. She let go of the rock, which landed in Clark's hand, surging him with waves of power.

Zatanna felt the powerful energy in the room and shouted, "Me? What the hell are you?!"

"Not now!" Clark yelled as he focused his energy on Isabelle. "Let me get to her first!"

"Clark, no!" Zatanna said, trying to stop him. She froze the heat waves emanating from his eyes and then blocked his eyes from shooting out anymore energy beams without blocking his vision.

Zatanna then turned to Isabelle and, opening the book to a marked page read out,

"Let the enchantment once begun

End its course and now be done.

Spirits that try to stay,

From this body I now flay!"

The spell worked for a short moment, with the souls of Isabelle, Brianna, and Madeleine departing from their hosts' bodies. But what Zatanna hadn't counted on was the skin ripping off of Lana's body, and hearing one bloodcurdling scream as it did so. Lana's skin, replete with tattoo, disappeared, and Lana's body stood there, still, skinless and dead.

Clark, eyes wide in horror asked frantically, "Zatanna? Zatanna, what did you do?"

Writer's Note: Lol, thanks Mark, for catching the misspelling...I honestly hadn't noticed that I had misspelled truth! And yeah, the forwards spell? Didn't have the effect she wanted, as you'll soon find out.