Chapter 8
Scene I
"Here we are."
Clark pulled up to a cheery, yellow house. Lois had to admit that it looked welcoming. Clark threw the truck into park and slid from the drivers' seat. He came around to assist Lois, pulling the door open wide and offering his arm for support. She gratefully accepted his arm, and easily slipped out of the truck and into his embrace. He was warm and the heat from his body radiated through her. Whatever fears and apprehensions that remained about coming home with this 'stranger' immediately dissipated.
Clark led her into the house. It was as inviting on the inside as the outside had been.
"Lois, why don't you rest here in the living room? I'll build a fire and then fix us some lunch, if you're hungry." He led her to the couch, and made sure she was comfortable and then set about building the fire.
She watched as the muscles rippled across his back under his blue flannel shirt. She imagined what it would feel like to run her hands over the smooth planes of his back. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear Clark's question.
"Huh?
"I was asking you if you wanted a sandwich. I'll make a quick bite for us and then I have some farm work to do."
"You're leaving?"
"I'll be right outside. You could read a book. I brought home some newspapers and magazines for you. You could watch television. If you need me for anything, you can call me on my cell phone."
At her blank stare, he realized that she didn't know about the cell phone. He found hers in 'her' room and showed her the address book—his number and Chloe's while they ate their lunch.
When he was satisfied that she understood the workings of the phone, he grabbed another sandwich and headed out to the fields.
No sooner had Clark closed the door and stepped off the first step of the porch that his cell phone rang. He frowned when he saw the name on the caller ID.
"Lois, what's wrong?"
"What's television?"
Scene II
Lois was now alone in the Kent house with a cell phone and a television remote control. She was searching through the channels. There weren't many choices. She was lonely and wished that Clark would return soon. She settled on a program entitled "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" figuring that even if it was bad, it would pass the time. To her surprise, she was quickly drawn into the story. She was thrilled to find out that there was another episode after the first one. The station was running a marathon.
The afternoon sun began to cast long shadows across the Kent living room. Lois stretched out onto the sofa, lazily enjoying the cozy fire, engrossed in the goings-on in Sunnydale. She dozed and began to dream about what Clark would be like as a vampire.
He chased her through the dark cemetery, his black cloak billowing in the wind. He quickly caught up to her and seized her in his vampire-strong arms, crushing her to his chest. He was solid and felt like granite. Despite her fear at being in the arms of such a powerful vampire, she calmed in his embrace and let her fingers explore his body. Tentatively at first, she stroked his chest, encouraged by the look in his eyes. Then she flattened her palms against his chest and let her hands begin to roam over the contours of his torso and rock-hard abdomen.
He captured her lips with his. His lips were warmer than she thought they would be for a vampire. In fact, his whole body was warmer than she would have thought it would be if he were un-dead. These thoughts were quickly extinguished as the things he was doing to her with his lips and tongue were rapidly stoking the flames of a fire deep within her.
He tangled one hand in her long, lustrous hair, tracing his thumb along her delicate cheekbone as his lips sucked on her lower lip. The feel of Clarks' lips against hers chased away all conscious thoughts. Clark trailed light kisses across her chin back to her ears and nibbled on her earlobe, driving her to new erotic heights. He nuzzled her neck and the feel of his days' beard growth sent new sensations of pleasure spiraling to her core. Time slowed, it could have ceased for all she cared at that moment. He caught her lips again in a long searing kiss, sending flames along every nerve, igniting a need so primal, so volatile, she thought she might explode. She pressed her body to his, hating the thin layer of cloth that separated her flesh from his. Nothing mattered now but his arms holding her close, his mouth on hers.
She felt his hand grasp her shoulder, his thumb grazing the pulse point of her neck. This was it, he would claim her and she would be lost forever. She was in danger. She knew she should fight it, but she couldn't fight him-his hold on her too strong now. More than anything she wanted to feel his powerful hands on her, wanted to feel his mouth on her neck, feel the prick of his teeth on the sensitive skin of her neck, to feel the length of his body pressed against her as he suckled from her, claiming her. So this is what it was like to be in the thrall of a vampire.
She caught the scent of garlic. Garlic—that's what I need to fight him.
"Garlic. Need Garlic." She was breathless.
Clark was puzzled and amused by her request for garlic. He had been trying to rouse her from her nap for several minutes. Who would have thought the aroma of garlic would do the trick.
"Lois. Are you hungry?" She heard the words, but wasn't sure what he meant. What is he asking me? Did he want me to drink his blood-accept the dark gift? As much as she thought she wanted him to devour her, she didn't want to become a vampire. Her eyes flew open. Expecting to be face-to-face with the gold eyes and demonic visage of a vampire, she was surprised to find Clark's blue eyes and handsome face staring back at her. He wore a red t-shirt and had a kitchen towel draped over his shoulder.
"Clark?"
"Finally you're awake. Dinner's ready."
She sat up, disoriented and dizzy and swung her legs around, putting her feet on the floor. Clark supported her arms to steady her. She rested her head in her hands, elbows propped on her knees.
"You okay?"
"I had a really crazy dream."
"About the garlic festival?"
"No. I dreamt that you were a vampire and you were just about to turn me into a vampire."
Clark laughed. "You have a very active imagination. C'mon, let's get you filled up on garlic bread and linguine and you'll be armed and ready to ward off my unwanted advances all night, should I decide to bite you." He said, winking at her.
