Emmeline hated blood. So it was a real problem when the school held a blood drive. People kept asking Emmeline for a time for her to donate, but she couldn't get within fifty feet of that place without feeling sick.

She, Chloe, and Clark all headed to the Beanery to grab a coffee after school. Clark began talking about something weird going on in the guys' locker room.

"So you didn't see anything?" Chloe asked.

"By the time I got around the corner, Troy was already on the floor," Clark answered.

"What about the voice he heard?"

"What are you thinking, Chloe, that the locker room's haunted?"

"Not unless the meteor rocks can conjure up the ghost of dearly departed jock straps, which I seriously doubt."

"Well, that would definitely be the least strange thing I've ever seen in Smallville, especially with everything going lately," Emmeline said.

They all headed over and sat down at a table. "Well, it's nice to see you still have your standards," Clark said to Chloe.

Chloe and Emmeline noticed that Clark was looking towards the entrance, and when the girls looked over, Lana stood there arguing with Whitney.

"That doesn't look pretty," Chloe remarked. They argued for a little longer, then Lana started walking over to them. Chloe spun around. "Oh, quick! Pretend we weren't watching."

Clark turned away as Lana arrived at their table. With very poor acting, he asked her, "Hey, Lana, how's it going?"

"Not great, but thanks for the courtesy clueless," she smiled.

"Would it cheer you up if we offered to volunteer a pint for tomorrow?" Chloe asked.

"Let's find out." She looked down at her clipboard. "How about 9:45? That's open."

"Cool."

"There, better already," she said as she wrote down Chloe's name. "Emmeline, how about you?"

Emmeline looked up and mustered out, "I'm actually not going to donate. I have a huge problem with blood and I would most likely get sick the second I walked into the blood drive."

"It's okay, I understand. Clark? What time can we schedule you? We didn't pick a time for you yet. When can I put you down?"

"Actually, I'm not sure," Clark answered. "Can I get back to you?"

"Sure. Not a problem."

"Well, I mean I figure I could help out. You know, sign people up, pass out cookies."

Chloe and Emmeline looked at each other with raised eyebrows and small smirks. Typical Clark.

"That'd be great. Thanks."

"Bye," Chloe said as Lana walked away. She looked at Clark with a coy smile. "Okay, nice recovery, but am I to assume your offer to help isn't completely without an ulterior motive?"

Clark looked at her sheepishly then said, "I'm just being a good friend."

"Okay," Chloe said in a tone that said she obviously didn't believe him. Emmeline was so glad to have a friend like her.

The next day, the weirdness continued as Clark came in with another story and this time, pictures. Apparently, when Clark went to visit Lex at his mansion, threatening words were left on the walls in one of the rooms. Chloe tacked up one of the pictures onto the Wall of Weird.

"It doesn't leave much room for interpretation," Chloe remarked.

"It was pretty weird," Clark said. "I mean, the door was shaking. When we got close, it blew open and Lex said he felt something brush past him."

"Maybe his Scottish castle came complete with a poltergeist."

"Well, the police say it's vandals. They don't know many ghosts who write in spray paint and own a black light."

Chloe's eyes suddenly perked up. "So, how's the blood drive?"

"Actually, Lana and I are getting together tonight."

"At her place?"

"Yeah."

"That's very romantic." Clark looked away from her sheepishly. "Just remember, Clark, once you cross that line, you can't hide behind the cloak of friendship anymore. Proceed with caution."

Chloe and Emmeline turned around and gave each other annoyed looks. Lana really needed to go.


When Emmeline saw Clark and Pete walking into school, she went up to join them.

"'Have you seen the sunset from my loft'?" Pete laughed. "You actually said that?"

"Yep."

"That even sounds cheesy to me," Emmeline smiled.

"I bet your stomach was in the knots the whole time," Pete continued.

"Yep."

"Clark, if I were you, I'd start scripting what I was gonna say now."

"No, I think I'll play it by ear. You know, fly by the seat of my pants."

"Clark, you're not the flying type. I'll make you some notes."

"Yeah."

Pete and Emmeline kept walking to their next class while Clark stopped at his locker. "So, Chloe told me you have a thing about blood," Pete said to her.

Emmeline smiled awkwardly. "Always have. Once when I got a papercut, I threw up two seconds later even though barely two drops of blood came out. Now imagine me surrounded by pints and pints of it."

"And you don't have a thing with needles?"

"No. I could have thirty shots given to me at once and I wouldn't even flinch. It's just the blood that gets to me."

"What about if I helped you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look, donating blood could help save a life one day. It's really important. How about this? If I take you to the blood drive and my plan doesn't work, I'll never pester you again to try something you're completely against."

Emmeline sighed. "Fine, you can give it a shot."

"Sweet! Make sure you sign up for a time."

Emmeline looked after Pete with a small smile then headed off to class.

When Emmeline walked into the Torch office the next day, she walked in on Chloe and Clark. Clark quickly hid a mirror shard from her view for whatever reason.

She did manage to catch Chloe say, "Which means that whoever attacked you and Victoria in the bathroom…was invisible?"

"Hold it," Emmeline said. "Please emphasize on the 'you and Victoria in the bathroom' part."

"It's not what it sounds like. I heard the sound of glass shattering and when I checked up on her, she was submerged under the bathtub water, and I pulled her out. Then someone pushed me back and I cracked the mirror."

"So…you saw her…naked?"

"I…I didn't look."

"Going back to the invisibility thing," Chloe chuckled awkwardly. She took up another mirror shard and looked at it closer. "What's this green stuff?" She got some on her fingers and sniffed it. "Smells like roses."

Chloe wrote something down and Emmeline looked at Chloe's hand. The green stuff started to disappear…along with the parts of her fingers it was touching. "Uh…Chloe?"

Clark and Chloe looked at Chloe's hand. "What happened?" Clark asked.

"I just touched it," Chloe exclaimed. "Okay, I'm now officially weirded out. What is this?"

"I don't know, but if you rubbed that all over your body, you'd be—"

"Naked?"

"You'd be invisible."

Chloe wiped off the green stuff on her fingers and they returned to normal as she looked at her hand in shock.

The three of them left the Torch office and began walking outside.

"Okay, so what's our next move?" Chloe asked. "Should we call the police?"

"And report an invisible person?" Clark said. "We need a viable suspect."

"Well, who's got a problem with Lex's British fling?"

"Amy Palmer."

"Her parents are on the mansion's house staff, right?"

"Amy said she saw Victoria snooping around Lex's bedroom. She said Victoria didn't see her."

"No wonder. Wait. Didn't Amy give blood?"

"3:45, station B."

"Whoa. You've got a freakishly good memory. Okay, I'll get the blood type on the broken piece of glass and check it against Amy's."

"Great. Call me later?"

"Top of my speed dial."

Clark smiled and walked away. Emmeline looked at Chloe. "'Top of my speed dial'?" she asked playfully.

"Well, who else would I put at the top of my speed dial?"

"Good point."

That night, Chloe and Emmeline did their part of the deal and researched Amy's blood type. It wasn't a match. The scary part was who it did match up to. The two girls went to Clark's house and when no one answered at the door, they went to the loft.

"Hello?" Chloe called. She went up the stairs and saw Martha talking with Clark. "Hi, Mrs. Kent."

"Hi, Chloe. Emmeline," Martha said. She turned to Clark as she left and said, "I'll see you later."

"Okay, so, bad news on the Dracula front," Chloe said as she and Emmeline sat down on either side of Clark. "The drop of blood found on the mirror was Type A. Amy Palmer is Type O."

"But she had a shrine to Lex in her room," Clark said.

"A shrine?" Emmeline asked in disbelief.

"She may be a little Lex-obsessed, but she's not the one that tried to off Victoria," Chloe explained. "Check the paper."

Chloe handed Clark their results. "Well, Amy's blood type doesn't match, but look at Jeff's."

"Her brother? He's always been so quiet."

"Practically invisible. I'll catch up with you later."

Clark took off and Chloe sighed and leaned back on the couch. "We always miss the good stuff," Emmeline said.

"Sometimes, I'm okay with that. Considering the last time I didn't miss it, I was almost killed by someone trying to suck the heat out of my body."

"Point taken."


As Emmeline waited outside the blood drive for Pete, her heart was racing and she felt like she wanted to pass out even though she hadn't even seen any blood yet.

"Hey, are you ready for this?" Pete said as he came up to her.

"I guess so."

"Turn around."

Emmeline did so and Pete tied a black blindfold around her eyes. She smiled broadly as she realized what he was doing. He took her arm and led her into the blood drive. He then checked her in and led her to a station. The nurse working her station stuck the needle in her and that part didn't bother her in the slightest.

When she finished donating blood, Pete led her back outside. "You can take the blindfold off now," he told her.

She did so and found him standing there holding out a cookie for her. She took it and smiled.

"You did it!" he exclaimed. "You donated blood!"

"Yeah, I did!" Emmeline looked at him still smiling. "Thanks, Pete."