Chapter 5
Author's note: well I recovered from writer's block… sort of… anyhow… R and R!
Disclaimer: Guess who still doesn't own Smallville?
A/N: Many thanks to my few reviewers just incase you are still reading this…
Christiana Anderson: Sorry about the over use of the word "fuck" I just couldn't think of anything more expressive, any suggestions? I also apologize for the directness of my writing, sadly, it is not due to hurriedness, for that I could fix easily, I am just, well… like that. It is how I talk, how I write, and how I think. Lol. But I will try to expand upon it. I will also work on spreading things out.
Avi's POV
Avi watched wide-eyed but resigned as the door began to open… and was blinded by the bright light from the room outside. 'Perfect… just bloody perfect, who needs to see anyhow?' she thought acidly as she was forced to close her eyes.
Lex's POV
'Well then…' he thought as he heard the faint "enter" from within. 'Here goes nothing.' He finished as he found the hidden catch and slowly opened the door.
He slipped inside and was confronted by darkness of the room. He closed the door slowly to allow his eyes to adjust. The first thing he spotted was the girl, in the big chair in the center of the room, wrapped in a blanket, her eyes closed against the offending light. He smiled, impressed despite himself and quietly settled into a chair opposite her, on the other side of the room. He studied her, patiently waiting for her eyes to open.
Avi's POV
When the light was gone, Avi warily opened her eyes, and allowed them to readjust. As her eyes focused they accidentally met his and were trapped. Her body tensed in fear, her eyes widened, and her instincts screamed "Flee! Flee!" But, as her mind pointed out rather bitterly, she could barely crawl, let alone walk or run. So, she adjusted her mask, cursed it for slipping and prayed he didn't notice. She began to study the man in front of her… as he studied her.
Lex's POV
A lot can be learned in a second.
Lex almost flinched when her eyes opened and tangled with his. Her eyes were clear, the cloudiness, with the delirium was gone. They were pale, translucent, see-through and when they met his, he saw. He saw pain, sadness, and fear. Lots and lots of them, radiating out of her, and most of them aimed at him.
For some strange reason, he wanted to dispel them, to tell her that she was safe, that no one would hurt her and that everything would be all right. This feeling was a new one for Lex, and it confused him; for all his life he had harvested fear; worked for it, and profited from it. This recent distaste for it was rather… inconvenient. Either way, he knew that it was irrelevant, as there was no way in hell that she ever would believe him. She just looked so desolate, so hopeless in that moment that he was relieved when she blinked and her eyes turned to glass; cold, tinted and bullet proof.
Or so they seemed.
Avi's POV
'Lets see' she thought as she studied the man seated across from her. 'What do I know about you, Mr. Luthor? You are unnaturally bald from an accident at early age, quite smart, good-looking, you possess a cat-like confidence, and are quite strong.'
She continued amusedly, 'Now on to your less pleasant qualities, You have rather flexible morals, a terrible reputation, and a worse temper. Yet, compared to your sire you are appear to be a saint (The key there being 'appear').'