The Last Betrayal (Dark fic-Chloe/Lex, Chloe/other?) R.
Title: The Last Betrayal (1/?)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: adwilliams03@yahoo.com
Rated: R for violence, language, sexual content.
Disclaimer: These characters aren’t mine. Please don’t sue. Thanks.
Spoilers: Up through and including “Roadkill” for Supernatural and “Promise” for Smallville.
Author’s Note: I haven’t written anything this dark for awhile. It’s definitely dark. And not particularly happy at all. And if you’re a big fan of good!Lex, or good!Lionel, you should turn back right now. They are not good guys in this by any means.
Special thanks to Ellie, Katie, and Kate for betaing, and to Ellie for the title. <3 Love you guys!
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine (Conclusion)
The Last Betrayal (Prologue)
He walked confidently down the long, darkened corridor, his footsteps echoing off the steel-enforced walls and short ceiling. A smirk playing across his lips, he nodded at the guards in front of Room 227.
“Mr. Luthor,” one said politely, gripping his rifle and stepping aside for the other guard to unlock the door.
Lex stepped inside the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of the petite blonde girl curled up on the bed, faced away from him. “I trust your accommodations are comfortable.”
She didn’t move or respond, simply stared at the wall, her body tense.
“It doesn’t have to be this way. If you accept my offer, everything could be different for you.” He leaned against the doorway. He heard her mumble something under her breath and he strained to hear. “What was that?”
“I said fuck you,” she whispered harshly.
His smirk widened. “That’s the idea, Chloe.”
“I’d rather spend the rest of my life locked up then let you touch me.”
Lex sighed softly. “You know, one day I’m going to get tired of waiting.”
She didn’t respond.
“Think about it.” He smiled faintly, then turned and left her alone in the room once more.
As he walked down the corridor once more, ignoring the screams and cries for help, his smile grew. It had only been a few weeks. He’d break her yet. It was only a matter of time.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: adwilliams03@yahoo.com
Rated: R for violence, language, sexual content.
Disclaimer: These characters aren’t mine. Please don’t sue. Thanks.
Spoilers: Up through and including “Roadkill” for Supernatural and “Promise” for Smallville.
Author’s Note: I haven’t written anything this dark for awhile. It’s definitely dark. And not particularly happy at all. And if you’re a big fan of good!Lex, or good!Lionel, you should turn back right now. They are not good guys in this by any means.
Special thanks to Ellie, Katie, and Kate for betaing, and to Ellie for the title. <3 Love you guys!
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine (Conclusion)
The Last Betrayal (Prologue)
He walked confidently down the long, darkened corridor, his footsteps echoing off the steel-enforced walls and short ceiling. A smirk playing across his lips, he nodded at the guards in front of Room 227.
“Mr. Luthor,” one said politely, gripping his rifle and stepping aside for the other guard to unlock the door.
Lex stepped inside the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of the petite blonde girl curled up on the bed, faced away from him. “I trust your accommodations are comfortable.”
She didn’t move or respond, simply stared at the wall, her body tense.
“It doesn’t have to be this way. If you accept my offer, everything could be different for you.” He leaned against the doorway. He heard her mumble something under her breath and he strained to hear. “What was that?”
“I said fuck you,” she whispered harshly.
His smirk widened. “That’s the idea, Chloe.”
“I’d rather spend the rest of my life locked up then let you touch me.”
Lex sighed softly. “You know, one day I’m going to get tired of waiting.”
She didn’t respond.
“Think about it.” He smiled faintly, then turned and left her alone in the room once more.
As he walked down the corridor once more, ignoring the screams and cries for help, his smile grew. It had only been a few weeks. He’d break her yet. It was only a matter of time.