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Chap. 2

Chloe was finishing up cleaning up the office of the Torch for the next student in charge. Looking around the room, she couldn't help but feel nostalgic, thinking back on everything she and her friends had gone through. Rubbing her eyes, she shut down the system, grabbing her purse and keys. Stepping into the hallway, she was ready to head home when she head dull footsteps somewhere behind her in the hallway.

"Damn it, not again!" she thought to herself. Fumbling through her purse, she grabbed the makeshift crucifix made from two rulers and the clove of garlic she had found in her pantry the night before. Her research on vampires had only turned up old folk tales, but these were two items they seemed to agree on, and it was all she could get her hands on.

Walking backwards as she listened out for more noise, she bumped into something solid. "Please be Clark, please be Clark, please be Clark…" Turning around, she looked up, not seeing the usual plaid and unruly hair that signified safety, but dark robes and… where are his eyes?

Unable to speak, she held the garlic and cross up to the man's face… backing away slowly. He followed, face betraying no emotions of any kind.

Suddenly, Chloe bumped into something else. Fearing for her chances even more this time, she looked over her shoulder to see another man, just like this one, sans eyes. She was about to scream, then notice the very sharp looking, very menacing blade he had in his hand. Standing still, she thought for a few moments before tossing the useless items at the men and running off down the hall behind her.

Lungs burning after the chase led her up and down several wings of the school and three staircases, Chloe whimpered seeing that she had reached a dead end. The large window was the only escaped from the building, but she was on the top floor, at least three stories above the parking lot. There was no way to get out now.

"Oh god. HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!" Hitting her knees, she kept screaming, only stopping as she noticed the men staring… or whatever… at her from several yards away. "What do you want from me?"

Not answering, the men stepped closer, blades raised above their heads.

Shutting her eyes tightly, Chloe recited the last prayer she could remember. "Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…"

The sound of shattering glass broke her reverie, and she crouched, covering her face with her arms so the glass wouldn't hit her. She felt a big piece of metal hit the back of her head, and fell to the floor she grabbed her skull. Looking up through hazy eyes, she noticed a tall figure holding one man up by the neck, raising his boot to kick the second attacker to the floor.

Clark.

The next few seconds were a whirlwind. These things were fast, very fast, almost a blur as they struck and moved. But Clark was keeping up with them, fighting back every step. He grabbed one, lifting it up off its feet and was about to punch him when the other sliced the air with his dagger, aiming for the Clark's back, right behind his heart.

Chloe finally beat back the terror that had her paralyzed. "CLARK! LOOK OUT!" But it was too late. She watched in seemingly slow motion as the tip of the knife tore his jacket and waited for his scream of agony… but it never came.

She watched the shattered pieces of metal clatter to the ground, and stared at the handle of the dagger in the attacker's hand, imagining that if he had eyes, they would be as wide as hers at the moment. "But, that can't be right… it should have… cut…" She shook her head again, trying to clear her thoughts.

Clark punched the first one, sending him fifty feet down the hall at least, his head slamming into a locker with a loud CLANG! Then turning, he stared down the would-be assassin, then at the remains of his dagger. Suddenly, the handle burst into flames, the attacker's mouth opened wide in silent screams as he clutched his blistered fingers. Chloe finally looked up and stopped seeing double, almost wishing she hadn't. Clark's face was different than she'd ever seen it, beyond mad and angry, his eyes almost seemed to glow red.

"You tried to kill my friend," Clark said, almost growling. He lifted the creature up by the front of his robe. "Give me one reason to show mercy."

The creature could only thrash in his grip, mouthing words, not even able to grunt. Clark smirked, a gesture that made Chloe shiver as she remembered "Kal" during his Metropolis vacation years ago. "That's not good enough." With barely a movement, he threw the attacker over her head, the only sound she heard was a piece of the glass and framing knocked away by his body… followed by the tell tale thud as he finally hit the ground.

Clark put his hand on her shoulder, pulling back when she jumped. "Chloe… are you okay?"

She stared at him, unable to talk. "Clark… is that you? Or… Kal?"

Confused, he stared at her as if she had an extra head. "It's me, Clark. Chloe, why would you think I was…?" He trailed off, waiting for an explanation.

"Because I haven't seen that side of you since… that summer… and it scared me again."

The look on her face told Clark what she meant. She thought he had gone back to being Kal. "Chloe… no, I'm not like that, it's not like that now. I was just… they threatened you. I couldn't let that happen again. I almost couldn't help this time, lucky I heard you scream."

Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, it sure… wait a minute Clark. I didn't scream until right before they were going to kill me. And how did you come through the window on the top floor? What is going on?" Inside, she was screaming at him, "Just tell me already Clark, tell me about you! I already know!"

Gulping nervously, he took a step back, sitting on a bench. "Uh, no. I heard you scream earlier, I was just leaving the library. I ran upstairs, but the door to the hall was locked, so I went up to the roof, yea, the roof, and swung over the side." He sat quietly, hoping she would buy it.

Thinking over it, Chloe finally shrugged in frustration. "Ok, whatever. Not like you haven't done anything that crazy before."

Clark smiled, standing up, his arm around her shoulders. "Yup. That's me. Crazy Clark."

"AHA!" Willow shouted, jumping up and doing a little dance in front of the coffee table where she had set her map up this time. "I knew there was something, I found her!"

Running into the living room, Buffy and Giles watched the victory dance for a few seconds before Giles cleared his throat, getting Willow's attention. "Uh, Willow, what exactly is this that you have found?"

Turning around quickly, Willow smiled her beaming smile at her friends. "Giles, Buffy, I found a potential in Kansas. I had sensed something before, but I wasn't sure, she wasn't putting off a strong vibe. But now, I can really feel it."

Buffy sat down, thinking. "Well, it's good to know there's another one still alive out there, but can we spare the manpower to go get her this late in the game?"

Shaking her head, Willow interrupted. "Well, it doesn't seem like she's going to be in immediate danger. There was a really strong force near to her, almost otherworldly. But not like, a bad otherworld, a good otherworld. So, not an otherworld like we've really dealt with, a different kind of otherworld, so I wouldn't…"

Already furiously rubbing the lenses on his new glasses thin, Giles interrupted her. "Willow, we get the point. Besides, I have an acquaintance from the council in the Kansas area that will be able to check the situation out for us, so don't worry yourselves just yet."

Willow and Buffy acknowledged the news with big breaths of relief. Walking out to share the news with the other Scoobies, they bid Giles goodnight. Heading over to his desk, he pulled a small worn address book from his satchel and flipped through the pages. Finding the listing, he dialed the cell phone and waited, hoping his friend was home.

The phone rang in a bright kitchen in Kansas, breaking the serenity of the moment. A woman walked in, picking up the handset. "Hello?... Oh Rupert, it's so good to hear from you, how are things in England... Back in California... Yes he's here, hold on one moment."

Holding the handset to her shoulder, she stepped out to the front porch. "Jonathan! It's Rupert, he says it's important!"

Poking his head up from behind the fencing he was working on, Jonathan nodded. "Be right there Martha."

End Chap 2