PT 5

Clark rushed out of class as the final bell rang. He moved swiftly through the hallways to the exit for the student parking lot. Chloe agreed to talk to him afterschool; he highly doubted she wouldn't attempt to avoid him. Stepping outside, he scanned the lot.

Directly within his line of sight were a blonde, and two red heads. Clark knew without a doubt the blonde was Chloe. He couldn't resist checking out her ass. Determined to catch up with her, he started to walk faster. His curiosity heightened slightly when she started to walk toward a '69 Charger. He reached her just as she was about to open the door. His large hand slammed down against the frame of the driver's door, effectively blocking Chloe.

He hadn't thought his plan through. His actions stopped her from leaving; however, her body was much too close to his. After Chloe turned around to yell, he became deathly aware of her. His body reacted to her of its own accord.

Clark drank her in, his eyes flashing with mixture of desire and anger. The scent of her perfume, body wash, and hairspray teased his nostrils with the pleasant scents of lavender, vanilla, honey, dark berries, and grapes. He felt his eyes start to itch as his irises swirled with orange flakes.

The students around them stopped talking. Everything stopped and everyone was watching them. Most of his fellow students already believed that he was the one who knocked her up. His eyes fell to her lips as he decided to give them something else to talk about.

Her intent was to push Clark away. Her hands pressed against his chest making her feel the heat from his body. She felt like she was on fire when his lips brushed against hers. Her body overrode her brain as a moan slipped past her lips. Her hands moved from his chest to wrap around his neck.

She couldn't resist kissing him back with enthusiasm as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her tongue battled with his own until air became an issue. She gasped for air, as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist making her more aware of their reactions to each other. His hardness pressing into her made her blood boil with desire and need. The hollers of the students around them through the haze his kiss created were barely audible.

Clark kept his eyes tightly shut feeling his heat vision acting up. He slowly opened his eyes to look into hers, shocked by the depths of desire in her eyes. His intent hadn't been to kiss her, just to ask her to come over to the farm later. He neglected his chores the last couple of days. Releasing her from his arms, he stepped away from her.

He waited for her to scream at him. The silence that remained between them scared him. He decided to try reverse psychology with her. Maybe if I quit trying she will talk to me. "I have chores to do," Clark stated. Before she could respond, he was walking away and then he was gone.

Her body hummed like a live wire while Chloe tried to recover from his kiss. Since when did Clark kiss her like that? Did he decide to drop the fumbling farm boy act? She stood frozen for several moments staring after Clark. I have every right to be mad at him. Sighing in defeat, she opened the door and climbed into the car. After closing the door, she reached into her backpack for her cell.

Chloe keyed Clark's number and texted: After you're done, will you meet me at the old Vession place? Chloe. Clark doesn't have this number. She waited for an envelope to pop-up after pressing the send key. Setting her cell down, she slipped the keys into the ignition. Starting the engine, she heard the unmistakable sound of her ring tone, S&M by Rihanna. Pressing talk, she answered, "Hello."

Rolling her eyes, Chloe wondered why Clark had to be so difficult. Clark wanted to know why she wanted to meet there. Obviously, that was where she was going to be. "That's where I'm staying," she replied. She waited for his reply knowing she had to hang up. The sheriff would nail her with a ticket for driving and using her cellphone.

I don't have time for this. There was a full moon tonight which gave them till nightfall to set up a cage. Chloe didn't want to deal with an escaped werewolf. Her slayer skills were a bit rusty. Her skills were never the quality that Buffy possessed; she was hamburger and Buffy was filet mignon.

She growled in frustration when Clark asked, "Are you going to talk to me?" Why was he asking such a stupid question? Of course, I'm going to talk to you. Instead of stating the obvious, she snarked, "No. I figured we'd skip right to the make-up sex." Why the hell did I just say that?

Willow grabbed the phone. She didn't have time for the two of them to play their childish game. She motioned for Chloe to pull out. Mouthing to her, I'm dealing with him. Turning her attention to Clark, she snapped, "If the two of you do not stop acting like two year olds I am going to lock you both in together."

She rolled her eyes as Chloe huffed in annoyance. Her eyebrow rose at his response "Good luck with that, "Clark growled. She laughed before responding, "I do love a good challenge." She hung up the cellphone before Clark could respond.

Clark stared at his cellphone in disbelief. He assumed the girl who yelled at him was the red head, Willow. She had some nerve threating him. I'd like to see her lock me in a room. Not happening unless she has some Kryptonite. This situation was rubbing against his last nerve. He just wanted Chloe to talk to him. Was that too much to ask? No.

The problem was Clark wanted to do a hell of a lot more than to talk to Chloe. Her words taunted him. Thoughts of her plagued his mind as he finished his chores. His frustrations made him finish the chores in record time. It would be too suspicious if he sped right over to her. Instead of going to the Vession house, he headed to his house.

10 miles from the Kent farm was the old Vession house. It was the only house for miles and abandoned for over 100 years. An old dirt driveway of several feet led to the old two-story home in desperate need of some tender loving care.

A few panels on the outside walls needed replacing as well as several shingles on the roof. The paint was weathered away in need of a fresh coat. The frames on several of the windows needed repairs. Three windows were missing from the attic. The old red brick chimney and lightning rod on the tower central roof appeared to be the most stable pieces.

Two smaller columns supported a small step-in foyer which led to the main entrance. Two larger columns were at each end of the first floor giving the impression of holding the central wooden strip of the second floor firmly in place. On the main floor were eight full windows.

The left side of the second floor tower section held one full window surrounded by two half windows with an octagonal roof where the lightning rod connected. On the right side was an attic which held a picturesque three piece window with an oval central window on a triangular roof in front of the red brick chimney.

The surrounding landscape consisted of over grown lawns desperately in need of mowing. On the far corner of the property was a small, old cemetery with old and decaying gravestones that probably belonging to the ancestors of the long deceased previous owner. A small distance from the back of the house was woods.

Currently parked in the driveway was a black Desoto with painted black windows. Two other vehicles would soon be parked there; a blue van and a black Charger. They belonged to the new inhabitants Buffy, Spike, Oz, Willow and Chloe.

The ground floor or basement would split into a training room, sparring station, dungeon, and weapons area with a small space for a washer and dryer. The first floor included kitchen, dining room, study, a small bathroom, and living room with fireplace. On the second floor were four bedrooms, spacious bathroom, and the attic.

The insides needed some tender loving care, too. Several of the old fixtures would be beautiful once repaired, which included two crystal candelabras in the dining and living rooms. The kitchen needed total remolding including the major appliances. Once the two-story house was remodeled and refurbished inside and out, with some landscaping, the property would be unrecognizable.

Chloe pulled her car into the driveway and parked next to the Desoto. Shutting the engine off, she slipped the keys from the ignition. Opening her door, she climbed out and closed the door. Stepping away from the car, a chill ran down her spine which intensified with each step. She walked into the house with Willow.

The instant Chloe walked into the house, she wanted to turn around. An eerie feeling washed over her making the hairs on her arms stand at attention. The fluttering in her abdomen made her wonder if Clark's uniqueness made their baby sense there was something wrong with this house. Moving her hand to her abdomen, she thought about how much she would rather be with Clark.

Oz parked his blue van close to the front doors to unload the pieces to the heavy-duty cage. He was thankful that there were no neighbors for miles. Neighbors would think we are strange. Not that being normal is anything special.

He snickered before walking the pieces into the house. His heightened sense of hearing allowed him to hear Spike informing him the floors were sturdy and he fixed the loose stairs. He hauled one piece down the stairs to the basement. Turning around, he passed Spike bringing down another section.

Once all the pieces were down in the basement, Oz studied the foundation walls wondering how sturdy they were. He hoped the bolts would hold. Smallville wouldn't appreciate a werewolf roaming its streets. His first desire would be to turn Willow. The mere idea of turning his beautiful red-headed girlfriend into a wild beast made his blood run cold.

Oz worked with Spike for several hours. They drilled holes in the concrete and bolted each side of the cage together. Stepping inside, Oz pulled and yanked on each side to double check the security. Satisfied the bolts would hold, they placed the top onto the sides and bolted it in. Stepping back inside, he crouched down and jumped up to bash his hands into the top.

Oz picked up the lock and slipped it onto the eye hook for later. Heading upstairs, he went out to his van and grabbed the mattress. He tossed the mattress into the cage and glanced at his watch. I can spare a few. He went back upstairs to move his van.

"Spike, do you and Buffy plan on going to get some of the furniture from Chloe's?" Oz asked. He sensed Spike was annoyed for some reason. Studying everyone, he tried to determine which slayer was the cause for his friend's foul mood. He suspected the culprit was Chloe. Spike's relationship with Chloe was complicated. Hard not to be when a former evil vampire was wracked with guilt over an agreed upon plan.

Weeks after the graveyard, Spike ranted about how he almost killed her. He'd even whined that the second slayer had cursed him to care.

A knock down fight occurred between Buffy and Spike almost three weeks after Chloe returned to Smallville. Spike was trying to put himself out of his misery. Buffy refused to stake him. He hadn't witnessed the fight, but Willow informed him of everything.

"Slayer!" Spiked growled.

Buffy stood and glared at him before tilting her head to the side. She knew this was dangerous, but after agreeing to Chloe's crazy plan, she was starting to see what Chloe had seen. Whether Spike wanted to admit it or not, he wasn't your typical vampire. "Fresh Slayer blood right here on tap," Buffy taunted while running her finger down her throat.

Spike stepped closer and breathed in deeply.

Buffy waited for him to strike. Several minutes passed before she turned back to him. "Chloe was right. Your past with Dru makes you unique," Buffy stated. His eyes flashed yellow before Spike growled, "Chloe cursed me. Made me want to step into the light."

Buffy laughed. "Chloe didn't do anything to you," Buffy stated as she stepped forward. She watched his nostrils flare as her face came closer to his.

Spike snarled and then his mouth came crashing down on hers.

They were in a hungry heated kiss as their bodies touched leaving no space between them. Buffy broke the kiss and panted for air. She knew Spike only agreed to Chloe's crazy plan because he wanted to prove himself to her. Whether he wanted to admit it or not. His taunts of dancing, foreplay, and his last pun of doing a slayer instead of draining her played over in her mind.

Pushing Buffy angrily away from his body, Spike snapped, "You're wrong, Slayer."

Buffy stared after his retreating form and listening to his duster swish back and forth from the force of his strides. That was the last anyone had seen or heard from Spike for months.

Oz was pulled from his thoughts as Spike growled, "Nah, we are waiting for her farm boy." Heading to the door to move his van, Oz said, "He shouldn't come here tonight." Climbing into the van, he started the engine and shifted the gears. He drove it into the driveway then shut off the engine. Slipping the keys from the ignition, he hopped out and quickly went back inside.

Closing the door behind him, Oz walked further into what would become their research and living room. "Did you forget that we should meet with him during the day?" Oz asked. He didn't want Willow to explain his secret. Hearing a wolf howling inside a house might freak Clark out. He sighed when Chloe looked down and stared at her hands.

"I understand you are angry with him. You have to set that aside. Everyone in this room has been watched by the council," Oz stated. He was normally the quiet one. His first impression was that Clark Kent was someone he could trust and consider a friend. His instincts informed him that the council would do anything to get their claws into Clark. He hated how the council operated.

Oz sighed knowing they would have to finish this in the morning. He went over to Willow and leaned down to kiss her. He heard Chloe's cellphone buzz as he broke the kiss. His eyebrow rose when Chloe said, "Clark says he will come over in the morning. It's the weekend so we would have more time to talk." Nodding his head, he wondered if Clark decided to give her the cold shoulder to see how that affected her current altitude. "Can't say I blame him."

Oz could feel Chloe glaring daggers at him as he walked toward the basement. Pulling the door closed, he walked downstairs. Stripping off his clothes, he stepped into the cage and locked it. The effects of the moons rays made his body start to change from man to werewolf.