Celtic Cross- Lol its okay! My feelings weren't hurt that bad! And you didn't know about this story yet, I was just really really surprised when I saw that and got kind of upset but it's totally ok! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Chapter 3: Re-acquaintance

I forced out a small smile and hastily walked off the stage.

"I'm going for a walk!" I yelled to my assistant Jen as I passed the dressing room. I stormed out of the building, inhaling the warm night air. It was June second; I knew where I had to go. I pulled out my cell and called for a cab, where I headed for the Smallville Cemetery.

I jumped out of the cab after paying the driver and ran to a grave stone.

'Juliet Amelia Davis,

June 6th 1987- June 2nd 2006

Beloved and Never Forgotten.'

I kicked the ground, causing dirt to fly up on the marble.

"You re supposed to be dead!" I screamed at the stone. "Everything about you is supposed to be Gone! Erased! Vanished! So why are your feelings still haunting me!"

I was crying out at the top of my lungs. Feeling the tears run down my face. I was shaking and fell to my knees, pressing my fingers on the date of my death.

"Four years ago today," I whispered. "I want to go back God how I want to go back." I cried. Finally, after about an hour, I took a cab back to Metropolis.

Instead of going to the hotel, I continued my walk, not wanting to stop.

"Excuse me miss?" I guy said from behind me.

"Yea?" I said, turning around. But there was more then one guy, in fact, three. And none of them looked very nice.

"Why don't you come with us. I'm sure we can help you find where you're going." One of them said.

"No thanks, I'm not lost." I said and continued walking.

"That wasn't a request miss, it was a demand." One of them replied, roughly grabbing my arm.

"Let me go." I demanded. He laughed at me then threw me into the other two who let their hands roam wherever they pleased.

"Looks like we are going to have some fun tonight." One of them said to the others.

I flinched, screamed and kicked. I was scared, but there was no way I was going to allow myself to be weak.

The more I tried to get away, the more they laughed, and they more they laughed, the angrier I got. My adrenaline was building up. So as they were dragging me to their van, a rush of energy surged through me. I kicked as high as I could, causing me to hit the guy on my left in the head with the pointed toes on my shoe. He was taken back and hurt, so he releases his grip and started to whine about the pain. Which gave me time to get loose from the other one.

I grabbed a lock of his hair with my free arm and pulled it hard before kneeing him. He jumped away from me and I started to run, faster then I ever have in my life.

I could hear them chasing me, yelling obscene things. My feet were throbbing from my heels and I was weak from exhaustion, but I kept going. That was until my stiletto got caught in a crack. I screamed and fell face first, hitting my head on the pavement and twisting my ankle. I tried to get up but it was useless. Everything was blurry, and my ankle was very obviously seriously injured/

"Oh God please help me." That was all I remember saying before two pair of arms grabbed me and dragged me away. They were talking, but I couldn't understand them. All I heard was my own pulse, beating heavily.

Then something incredible happened. I wasn't in the grasp of the two men any more, but had been dropped to the ground. It sounded like a fight was going on, then, some one picked me up, and we were flying! And no, this wasn't just the head injury.

"Clark?" I whispered.

"Welcome back again Jules." He said