Thanks for the feedback
highlander348~ sorry for the confusion hope it clears as the mysterys unfold She is the same strength as Clark so he might just be dominated at some point
PT 4
Chloe unlocked the storage shed. An evil smirk graced her lips as she pulled open the door. Stepping inside, she ran her fingertips down the car cover until she reached the end and pulled it back. Dropping the cover in the corner, she once again wondered if her favorite vampire happened to be gifted with foresight.
Spike insisted on giving her a black '69 Dodge Charger R/T with special "BITE ME" California plates when she left Sunnydale. Inside the trunk was a stash full of weapons, a small lockbox which contained two charge cards, fake ID, and several other items which he insisted would be necessary if the council became suspicious.
In return for his gifts her slayer dreams lead her to the ring of Amara. Spike got the ring and for her troubles Chloe was branded on her hip with an S encased inside a pentagram. She still couldn't figure out the meaning of the symbol or several others she'd seen in dreams. She giggled and wondered what the mailman thought of delivering the small parcel to his crypt.
Chloe pulled a black leather trench coat off a hanger and slipped it on. Opening the driver's door, she got behind the wheel and closed the door. Slipping the key in the ignition, she started the car. The engine growled as it came to life, showing the power of the engine underneath the hood.
Slowly backing out of the storage shed, Chloe thought, I've had enough of being the damn damsel in distress. Shifting the car into park, she opened the door and climbed out. Opening the door to her red beetle, she popped open the trunk and grabbed several items which included several duffle bags, which contained her clothes, other personal items, a black leather duffle with slayer outfits, glamor jewel, several weapons. The last item was a leather chest, which she'd hidden underneath her bed. The contents were three leather binders filled with notes, drawings, and maps that she'd used in her search for the ring.
She tossed them into the backseat of the Charger and then went back over to the other car. Climbing into the Beetle, she closed the door and shifted the gears into drive. Pressing on the accelerator, she drove the car into the storage shed. Shifting it into park, she shut off the engine and opened the door. Climbing out, she reached into the backseat for her backpack. Slinging it over her shoulder, she closed the door and walked out of the shed. Sliding the shed door into place, she reattached the lock and secured the door.
Chloe tossed her backpack behind the driver's seat and climbed back into the Charger. Closing the door, she shifted the car into gear and pulled onto the highway. Glancing at her watch, Chloe hoped she wouldn't be late for school. Turning on the stereo, she laughed when the speakers started to blare the song, Adrenaline. Cranking the volume she started to sing the lyrics.
Chloe passed the Smallville sign and wondered if Spike would run the sign over. She laughed. It was a tradition of his in Sunnydale. Willow and Oz were supposed to be enrolling at Smallville high today. She expected to see her old friends at The Torch. She wondered how Smallville would adjust to them knowing their uniqueness.
Pulling into the parking lot, Chloe smiled when she noticed Oz's van. She pulled into the spot next to his van and shifted the car into park. Shutting the engine off, she opened the door and climbed out. Reaching into the back, she grabbed her backpack and closed the car door. She checked the door to make certain the lock had engaged before heading into the school.
Clark was sitting at one of the desks waiting for her. After looking at the clock, he wondered where she could be since she was not home.
Chloe walked through the door and sighed in annoyance. Setting her backpack down, she said, "Unless this visit is related to The Torch, we have nothing to talk about." They couldn't have the conversation where others could overhear them. She wanted to scream when she felt his eyes move over her body to rest on the small bump.
"Chloe…" Clark pleaded. He wanted desperately to talk to her about the DVD he watched of her.
Pulling her chair back, Chloe sat down and booted up the computer. She had first period free and planned on doing some overdue research.
"I told my parents," Clark said.
Chloe nibbled on her bottom lip, aware that his parents must be freaking out. However, the situation was much more complicated than Clark realized. Just as she was going to respond, Pete walked into the room and asked, "Did either of you see that black '69 Dodge Charger?"
Clark shook his head no. He'd only been looking for her red beetle. Figuring The Torch would be the first place Chloe would go, he came here. He'd been waiting for her ever since.
Chloe was tempted to laugh. She swore there was drool on Pete's chin. A smile formed knowing the car was a classic and in mint condition. Spike had definitely given her a ride of sweetness and style.
"There must be a couple new students. It has specialty "BITE ME" plates from California and is parked next to a van from California," Pete said.
"I haven't seen anyone," Clark replied. His focus was on finding Chloe. The Torch was private enough to discuss the surprise package. He wondered if the man who gave her the manila folder was the same one who slipped an envelope into his mailbox. There were no markings other than his name; obviously the person had not sent it in the mail.
Pete looked between Chloe and Clark and wondered if he interrupted them. The tension between Chloe and Clark was unmistakable. He almost felt sorry for Clark, almost. Clark deserved to squirm a bit after his actions. Pete felt mildly responsible. He'd slipped the Red-K into Clark's pocket and drugged his friend. His actions indirectly lead to the current problem.
Clark attempted to signal to Pete that he needed to talk to Chloe. Unfortunately, Pete was not taking the hint. His eyes narrowed slightly at her apparent desire to get rid of them both, as Chloe asked, "Don't the two of you have class?"
"The bell hasn't rung yet, and so do you," Pete stated.
"Nope. I switched my classes around yesterday," Chloe informed them. She'd switched her classes around due to her pregnancy. Missing a free period would put less stress on her studies. Her life was going to be hectic enough.
"Why?" Clark asked.
"None of your business," Chloe snapped.
Clark understood why she was being this way. He honestly felt she needed to give him a chance. Someone discovering the baby was half alien terrified him. They needed to figure out how she could get prenatal care with his origins not coming into question.
The silence in the room was broken by her typing on the keyboard. If Chloe concentrated on something else then maybe Clark would take the hint. She figured agreeing to speak with him would be her best option. Her anger was clouding her judgment.
Clark shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Can we talk during lunch?" he asked. His pulse raced when Chloe replied, "I need time to figure things out." He couldn't stop thinking about the DVD. Deciding one way to reveal information without her knowledge was to look for where she'd been bitten. His eyes narrowed in on her neck. Seeing two faded fang marks, he discovered the DVD was not a fake.
It was all real! Standing up, Clark said, "Someone left me an interesting DVD."
Her fingers faulted on the keys as Chloe turned her attention to him. "Did you get some free movie thing?" Chloe snarked.
The anger was clearly written in his bluish green eyes as Clark replied, "A Sunny Hell product presents a fight to the death in a graveyard." His super hearing caught how her heart beat spiked even more with his words. Needing to get to class, he growled, "After school."
The bell rang as slender red head wearing a black lace shirt, long ruffled skirt, and pointed black boots walked into The Torch holding hands with a red headed boy about her height wearing a blue shirt, black jeans and skater sneakers. Willow discretely studied Clark wondering if he was the farmboy that Chloe talked about the summer they met.
Clark grabbed his backpack and quickly left the room. He decided to continue to listen to their conversation from his first class. Normally, he wouldn't use his powers in this way. He reasoned that it was in his best interest.
Chloe stared after Clark. Could the council have been watching? It could be a coincidence that Clark used Spike's personal name for Sunnydale. She breathed in and out suddenly feeling very sick. Clark couldn't have watched her near death experience. Could he? Needing to focus on something else, she turned her attention to her friends. "Willow, Oz, all registered?" Chloe asked.
Willow and Oz walked further into the room and sat down near her desk. Willow reached into her bag and pulled out a chocolate chip muffin. Handing it to her, she said, "Chocolate goodness."
Taking the muffin, Chloe smiled before saying, "Thanks. Ran late after switching cars, so I couldn't stop." She started to eat the muffin and wished for some coffee goodness. Her body was not dealing well with the lack of caffeine.
Oz was lost in thought over how Clark smelled different to him. His heightened sense of smell alerted him to the factor that he was not your typical human. Curious he asked, "That was your farmboy?"
Chloe looked at him suspiciously wondering what the werewolf sensed when Clark walked by him. "That was Clark Kent. He used to be my best friend," Chloe replied.
Oz couldn't help but smile. Her heartbeat betrayed her. His heightened sense of hearing picked up the sudden change signaling that Chloe was telling him a lie. Leaning back in the chair, he decided to do what he did best and observe.
Chloe was not fooled by his smile. She hadn't seen them since the day she left. Her summer in Sunnydale was the reason she was two months late for the start of school that year. She'd told everyone that there was a car accident; her way of explaining the fading bruise above her eye and her cracked ribs. "I missed you guys," Chloe said.
Willow smiled. The spunky blonde had quickly become her friend that summer. Against her better judgment, she agreed to do a spell that would hide Chloe's heartbeat. She still felt that her actions were responsible for Spike's melt down. Focus "I hacked the school records. Oz and I have all our classes with you," Willow stated.
Chloe smiled. Willow was a woman after her own heart. She had a way with computers that reminded her of herself. Curious, she asked, "Your idea or Spike and Buffy's?"
"Joint agreement," Willow answered. She wondered if this town could handle what was to come. Giles was to replace the current librarian. Smallville had meteor related problems, however, with two Slayers now here, she wondered if there would be a shift. She suspected the council would put the word out there was a pregnant slayer.
Chloe munched on the muffin and reached into her backpack. "This weird English man gave me this last night," Chloe said.
Opening the folder, Willow glanced through the pictures and some of the written notes. "It appears the council was having you watched. I'd be willing to bet this guy was your watcher."
"Figured he worked for the council," Chloe said. She sighed in frustration. Her current search was giving her no results.
Closing the file, Willow said, "We should look through this later." She slipped the folder back into Chloe's backpack. Oz seemed to be on the same wave length as her when he asked what she was pondering.
"Did our mystery man say anything relevant?" Oz asked.
"Just mentioned what we did. A bunch of gibberish about the files the council has on Spike," Chloe replied. Shutting down the computer, she grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. As the bell rang, she said, "Oh, he implied that the council wants this baby."
Oz and Willow were not surprised. They walked out into the hallway and headed to their next class. Leaning into Willow, Oz whispered, "Never thought I'd be a senior again." He grinned as Willow smiled and nodded her head in agreement.
Clark moved quickly from his class wondering what Chloe said last. It seemed she purposely waited to say the last part till the bell rang. I didn't tell her about all my abilities. It's just a coincidence. He suspected she changed her schedule so none of their classes were the same. Once at his desk, Clark attempted to concentrate on the teacher. It was almost impossible.