Thanks for the feedback

highlander348 ~Slayer powers and invulnerability for now

PT 3

Clark was happy not to have to deal with Mr. Sullivan. He wouldn't be at home since his job was in Gotham. Strolling up the driveway, he couldn't help notice a for sale sign in the yard. Did Chloe plan on moving to Gotham? He wasn't aware the council forced Mr. Sullivan to place the house on the market. Afraid Chloe wouldn't answer if he knocked, he opened the door and stepped inside of the house.

Closing the door behind him, Clark started upstairs. Entering her room, he frowned when Chloe didn't acknowledge his presence.

His eyebrow rose upon seeing she was staring at a cellphone in her hand. Since when does she have two cellphones? he wondered. He had no idea that Chloe harbored her own secret. If he'd arrived a fraction of a second earlier, he'd have seen Chloe respond to a text from Buffy.

Out of the corner of his eye, Clark saw the broken mirror and rushed over to her. The circular pattern informed him she punched the glass. Taking her hand into his own he looked it over and discovered there was not even a scratch. He wondered if the baby made her invulnerable.

Kneeling down in front of her, Clark said, "I know I should have told you what happened, but I was drugged."

Clark never imagined in a million years that one of the consequences of that night would be a baby. He assumed that his alien status would make having a child impossible. Not that he'd been thinking with his brain during their activities. He'd had a one track mind.

Chloe snatched her hand away and glared at Clark. Her eyes sparkled with anger at the excuse he was making. However, she was not surprised that he was making excuses. After all, the girl he really wanted was Lana. She breathed in deeply and then slowly exhaled before asking, "But you remembered, didn't you?"

"I didn't think you would get pregnant," Clark mumbled.

"When I missed my period, I reasoned it was just stress," Chloe said.

Clark felt ashamed knowing now why she tried several times to get answers from him and Lana. Her pregnancy was the reason she wanted them to tell her about what happened. His super hearing allowed him to overhear Lana tell Chloe that she didn't recognize the girl with him. His answer was always nothing important. However, he was lying to himself as well as he was lying to her. What happened meant more to him than he was willing to admit.

"In the back of my mind I knew but did not want to believe it," Chloe whispers.

They were having sex in his loft, hours before Clark rushed Chloe to the hospital. Chloe was given a clean bill of health after the parasite was removed it. However it was probably too soon. Clark wasn't sure of the exact amount of time needed for a positive pregnancy test.

His eyes pleaded for her to understand as Clark said, "I was terrified of you learning my secret. To tell you what happened meant I needed to tell you everything."

Chloe understood how important it was to keep secrets. Keeping her life the way she wanted it to be meant staying off the radar of the council. "Finding out the truth was never about your secret," Chloe snapped.

Clark started to pace back and forth feeling tension in all of his muscles. He didn't want to talk about what happened between them anymore than he wanted to admit that even without the Red-K he wanted her.

If Clark was honest with himself, he'd admit his confusion. Before that night he believed Lana held the keys to his heart. After that night, Chloe was all he could think about. Her asking questions gave him an excuse to avoid her. During the day it was easier to be in denial. However, at night he was haunted by dreams of their time together in his loft.

Clark could be anywhere and his mind would conjure up images of them together. His eyes fell upon her bed causing him to imagine throwing her against the mattress. In an attempt to calm himself, he breathed in deeply making the lingering scent of her arousal fill him.

"I still want you," Clark admitted huskily.

He clenched and unclenched his fists as he attempted to gain control of his hormones. He watched her intently when suddenly his eyes turned royal blue and focused on her abdomen.

Chloe couldn't believe him. She quickly stood and rushed for the door afraid of her own desires.

Downstairs, Chloe grabbed her keys. She wanted to scream when Clark blocked her exit.

"You know you could have easily just told me about our extracurricular activities in the loft. That was all I was looking to find out," Chloe snapped.

So annoyed with the situation, Chloe forgot about the importance of keeping her secret. "I was a fool and risked everything to come back to Smallville, because I was unwilling to give my best friend up!" Chloe yelled. Her pain had called the demon to her like a beacon. "Just my luck that a Vengeance demon grants my wish."

The confusion was clearly written in his green-blue eyes; however, she had no intention of telling Clark anything. Her anger was making her act without thinking. "Move or I'll move you!"

Come back to Smallville? Clark thought about the summer Chloe interned at Metropolis. How does she know what that thing was? Let alone know its name? His concern for his secret obviously made him miss vital pieces of information. His eyebrow rose mockingly as he stood his ground. There was no possible way Chloe could move him. His weight was much greater than hers.

Determined to finish their conversation, Clark crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her. "We still need to finish talking," Clark snaps.

Stepping closer to him, Chloe growled, "I'm hungry. I'd like to go get some pizza before I get all dizzy again." She stepped back in surprise when his eyes trained in on her abdomen.

Chloe gasped in surprise when suddenly Clark ripped her denim jeans.

"They are too tight. If you keep getting dizzy, you shouldn't be driving," Clark growled. His hand brushed against the small bump as he continued, "You wanted me to admit it. Careful what you wish for." His eyes switched from royal blue to blue-green with small flakes of orange.

Chloe wanted to move away from him but her feet wouldn't follow her orders. Her mind was filled with confusion at the strange sensation his touch invoked. Is the reaction the baby?

His hand moved away as Clark said, "Tell me what kind of pizza and I'll go get it."

Believing she could leave after he did, Chloe replied, "Garlic pizza with feta and spinach."

"That sounds gross," Clark said. Switching into super speed, he sped out the door.

Did he think I will actually wait for him? she wondered while staring to the door.

Speeding back inside, Clark stopped right in front of her; then smirked down at her before snatching her car keys and stuffed them in the front pocket of his jeans. "Nice try," Clark growled.

Chloe blinked in surprise when Clark disappeared again. Opening her purse, she dug inside for her spare set of car keys. Smiling to herself, she pulled the t-shirt down and walked out the door. Closer to her car, she smelled burnt rubber. Just as she was about to open the driver's door, she noticed the tire was flat. Placing her hands on her hips, she growled, "You stupid a—a-sshole…"

Given no other choice, Chloe turned around heading back to the house. Just as she was about to open the door, she heard, "Ms. Sullivan."

Chloe cautiously turned around to see who was speaking to her. Standing there was an older gentleman who reminded her of Giles. Warning bells rung, informing her that this man might be connected to the council.

Holding out a manila folder, the gentleman said, "I mean you no harm."

Chloe looked cautiously at the folder.

"Aren't you a seeker of truth?" he asked.

Stepping forward, Chloe grabbed the folder and quickly stepped back. "Why are you giving me this?" Chloe asked.

He frowned before answering, "I always followed the council's orders without question."

Instinctively, Chloe laid her hand protectively over the small bump. His eyes training in on her abdomen had her heart racing.

"I refuse to help them acquire the child," he answered. He paused before continuing, "Two slayers awoken during the same millennium certainly was tied to a prophecy, regardless of the second's foolish plan to fake her own death. A plan that nearly cost you your life, I might add."

Her hands started to tremble as the man continued to talk.

"I wonder if the council will amend the addition to William the Bloody's file? He truly only drained two slayers and the third was the reason he fought for his soul," he stated. He noticed how her free hand absently went to the faded fang marks hidden beneath her hair. "Another thing I noticed lately was your lack of money which made me wonder why you keep the resources Spike insisted you take with you in storage," he asked.

His words confirmed Chloe's suspicions that the council always was aware of their actions. She wondered why Spike insisted back then but refused to give this man any answers. There was only one man connected to the council whom she trusted and this man was definitely not Giles. He did not seem surprised when she refused to answer him.

"Just one more thing; In case you have forgotten that for sale sign gives them free access. My assumption is they are still gathering information on the child's father," he stated.

Anger filled Chloe as she realized the council was not only watching her but Clark as well. Noticing Clark walking up the driveway, she glared at the man hoping he would leave. She was about to tell him to leave when Clark wrapped his arm around her waist and asked, "Is this man bothering you?"

"I was just leaving," he stated.

Clark led her into the house and closed the door. He noticed the manila folder in her hand but was more curious about the man. Setting the pizza box down he said, "You should eat."

Chloe was too upset to argue with him. Sitting down, she opened the box and grabbed a slice with one hand and set the folder down next to the box.

Sitting down next to her, Clark tried to determine how to approach the confusing conversation he overheard.

Finishing the slice, Chloe grabbed another and took a bite.

Clark studied Chloe noticing the subtle changes in her body. Her breasts were slightly larger, which caused his eyes to switch into x-ray vision. His hands itched to touch her firm breasts. Noticing her nipples harden from his intense stare he found himself wondering if she was wet. His thought made his jeans unbearably tight. Shaking his head, he attempted to clear his mind and then inhale deeply. His actions allowed him to discover the answer to his unspoken question.

Chloe was tempted to laugh, suspicious Clark was aware of her body's betrayal. Instead she said, "If you think I am falling into bed with you…"

His eyes focused once again on her abdomen as Clark said, "Not like you can get pregnant."

Chloe sighed before she said, "In a matter of hours you went from denial to caveman." She had no intention of forgiving him that quickly or easily. "You need to go home" Chloe informed him. She was not in the mood to divulge her secret to him. Mr. and Mrs. Kent must have heard the rumors around town by now. She could only imagine what they must be thinking about her.

Thinking about how she needed to go into Metropolis in the morning reminded her of the flat tire. "Fix my tire!" she demanded. She wanted to scream when instead of doing as she asked he seemed to have no intentions of leaving anytime soon.

"Who was that man?" Clark asked.

She could feel him studying her when she answered, "I don't know." His eyebrow rose slightly having suspicions, she knew. He blinked in surprise when Chloe asked, "Can we talk tomorrow?"

Clark reluctantly agreed while hoping that she wouldn't avoid him again. Getting up from the couch, he said, "I'll change the tire." His eyes informed her that the conversation was not over. He had no intention of forgetting.

Closing the door behind him, Clark went over to her car and opened her trunk. Looking around, he made certain no one was watching before switching into super speed to fix her tire. Tossing the tire into the trunk, he switched into super speed and ran home.

Opening the front door, Clark walked inside of the house. As the door swung closed behind him, Martha asked, "Where have you been?"

Clark shuffled on his feet before he answered, "With Chloe." He slowly looked up from the spot on the floor that he took a sudden interest in and looked over at his father. From the expression on his face, Clark assumed his father had heard the news about Chloe. "You heard?" Clark asked.

Jonathan nodded his head yes, and then stated, "Chloe has become the scarlet letter of Smallville with her claim to not knowing who the father is."

Martha gasped in surprise before she asked, "Does she know who the father is?"

Clark had expected his dad to tell his mom and was surprised he hadn't told her. "It's mine," Clark whispered.

"What was that son?" Jonathan asked.

Martha was happy she was sitting down since she swore she heard Clark tell her that the baby was his.

"Chloe and I had sex several times in the loft when she was infected by the parasite and I was on Red-K," Clark admitted.

There was a brown envelope on the table with only Clark Kent written on it. He noticed there was no return address. His heart started to pound in his chest. Does someone know my secret? His attention was drawn back to his parents as Martha said, "That came in the mail earlier."

Clark picked up the brown envelope and ripped it open. Looking inside, he discovered a DVD and slowly took it out.

Jonathan was afraid the disk was connected to Clark. "Let's watch it then," he suggested. Jonathan and Martha moved over to the couch as Clark put the dvd in the machine. Sitting down next to his parents, Clark pressed play.

The TV screen filled with an image of a sixteen year old Chloe standing in a graveyard at night. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans with a pair of black leather boots. Standing not too far away from her was a tall man with spiky blonde hair wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, black leather trench coat, and black boots.

Clark instantly thought of the singer Billy Idol. He blinked in surprise when the guy growled, "Slayer."

Chloe laughed before she said, "Think technically I am the second slayer in this century at least."

A loud chuckle of amusement came from the man. "Doesn't matter to me. You're still a slayer," Spike growled.

Nodding her head yes, Chloe snarked, "You're just a vamp whom I'm gonna dust."

Stepping forward, Spike threw a punch and growled, "Get it right. I'm Spike. The Big bad, slayer of slayers. Drained me two in past centuries and you will be my third."

Chloe laughed before punching him in the face. Her next several punches didn't connect with him. One of her punches connected with his left eye. The force knocked him several feet backwards.

Spike danced on his feet and shook his head from side to side. "Second slayer packs a mean punch. Almost as much fun as dancin' with the Slayer," he growled. His next punch connected with her shoulder sending Chloe flying back several feet.

Her back crashed into a gravestone that cracked on impact. "Think we are dancing?" Chloe snapped as she charged him with several punches and kicks. Some connected with his ribs and several missed him as he dodged.

"Foreplay," Spike responded as he continued his assault. One of his punches broke the skin above her right eye. There was the sound of breaking bone with several of his punches to her ribs.

Her steps faltered slightly as the breaking bone dazed her. "You're sick, Spike." Chloe growled. She went to sweep his feet out from under him but he anticipated her move.

Spike jumped onto a nearby gravestone. Springing off, he landed just before her and swept her feet out from underneath her. Her back crashed into the green grass as Spike bragged, "The second slayer I drained begged for her life."

Vaulting off the ground, Chloe spit blood at him. Another one of her punches connected as she growled, "I'm not going to beg." Her hand gripped a wooden stake tightly as she aimed for his heart.

Noticing the stake in her hand, Spike quickly hit her hand making the stake fly across the graveyard. "This was fun…" Spike growled.

Suddenly, Chloe was trapped in his arms trying desperately to get free.

His face shifted making his forehead rise and his eyes sink into his face. As he roared his eyes were bright yellow and demonic while his eye teeth had extended into fangs.

Chloe screamed as his fangs sank into her neck.

Spike drank several swallows of her blood. The muscles in his neck moved with each swallow of her blood.

Clark strained to hear her heartbeat. His hands balled into fists when he swore her heart stopped.

Spike slipped his fangs from her neck .He dropped her dead body unceremoniously onto the ground. A roar of triumph echoed into the night air before he turned and walked away with his leather duster swishing behind him.

Clark stared at the screen unable to believe what he just watched.

"That was fake," Martha insisted. Her voice was shaky and her hands trembled in her hands. There is no way that is real. It's a hoax.

Jonathan was trying to comprehend what he just watched. He'd never heard of what the man claimed her to be. Vampires are not real. They are fiction. Only exist in movies.

Clark simply had more questions he wanted answers to. Getting up, he was about to shut off the dvd when another image appeared. Is that the inside of a crypt?

"Spike," Chloe greeted. Her skin was deadly pale with an angry red cut above her right eye. She looked like a freight train ran her over.

Spike stepped out of the shadows and crossed his arms over his chest. "I should have never agreed to your stunt. You damn near died," Spike growled.

"That was the point," Chloe snapped.

Spike growled before charging at her. He grabbed her by her arms and shook her angrily causing Chloe to wince. "Master vampire. I'm supposed to tread on the dark side. I aint cursed like me bloody sire. I almost drained you," Spike growled before he released her.

"You didn't. I knew you wouldn't," Chloe replied.

Spike shook his head in annoyance before he said sadly, "Your faith in me is touching. You are naïve to think the council will buy into your death." Taking her hand, he placed a set of keys in her hand, "You might believe it worked but I don't. "

Chloe stared at him as Spike said, "You can't take the bus from Sunny Hell to Smallville. The trunk is stocked with weapons if you might ever need them. There are fake ID's , some credit cards, and a cellphone. I think you might need them in the future."

Chloe sat on the coffin inside of the crypt and asked, "Do you have foresight?"

Shaking his head no, Spike replied, "Just a hunch. There is someone in your home town the council has taken an interest in." Chloe started to respond but Spike cut her off, "I'd be willing to bet my un-life on it."

The screen faded to black again before a very nervous delivery man knocked on the outside of a crypt. The door slowly opened to reveal an annoyed Spike. "Do you normally deliver mail to a graveyard?" Spike growled.

The delivery man shook his head no and replied, "No. Chloe Blood paid me two hundred dollars to deliver this package to this crypt." Handing the package to him, he asked, "Can I ask why you live in a graveyard?"

Spike laughed before he replied, "'Cause I'm a vampire, you idiot." His face shifted making his forehead rise and his eyes sink into his face. He snickered as the delivery man ran away screaming. Closing the crypt door, Spike ripped open the package. He stared at the ring in his hand and whispered, "The ring of Amara."

The screen faded to black again as the dvd finally reached the end.

Clark stared at the screen in shock not knowing what to believe.

Jonathan worried that this Spike character was right but hoped the DVD was some elaborate prank. However, his gut was telling him this was surveillance that was spliced together by this group that was mentioned to be the council. "It's late. We can figure this out tomorrow. Your mom saved you dinner," Jonathan stated.

Getting up from the couch, Clark replied, "I'm not hungry." Heading to his room, he suspected sleep would not come to him tonight.