Suddenly, the door burst open, and someone stepped into the barn. Chloe struggled to open her eyes- everything was getting so foggy and deep inside her she felt such pain- to see who it was. The familiar muscular figure of someone etched out against the night sky… the large mop of hair… Clark! It was Clark! But what was he doing here?

                She felt the man get up, stop feeding on her. She could still feel the pain, but it was not growing- it was diminishing. Slowly. "C… Clark!" Chloe managed to call out. Then she slumped over to her side, half conscious, to let the pain subside.

*

                Clark saw the dim outline of Chloe fall to the ground. He wished he could run to her to find out how she was- whether she was alive or not, but something had flung himself at him and was tackling him to the ground. Clark caught a glimpse of white skin and bloodied fangs before he plucked the creature off of him and flung him against the wall of the barn.

                Then Clark ran to Chloe and placed both hands on her thin shoulders, bringing her into a sitting position, her back propped up against some machinery. He saw that she had scratches on her face, and her clothes were askew. He caught sight of the two red holes on her neck where she had lost a little blood.

                "Chloe? Chlo! Are you okay? Speak to me! Come on!" he shook her gently, and breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes opened. He was suddenly staring into the wide expanse of her dark green eyes and he felt…

                "C… Clar… Clark…" She was struggling to speak, and he could see her looking right past him. Something was wrong. Was she going to die? How could he save her? Would this be like his dream?

                "Be… Behind… y… you…" she said.

                And then Clark felt it.

                The familiar nauseating feeling swept across him. He felt his stomach boil over with pain, and quickly released his grip on Chloe to look at the back of his palm. Sure enough, the veins underneath his skin were shifting, and he felt weak- so weak…

                WHAM!

                Something slammed at him from behind, and he felt hard wood come into contact with the back of his head. Fireworks exploded across his vision as he slumped down beside Chloe. He heard her scream, but try as he might, he could not get up.

*

                Such a normal, ordinary boy. The man looked down at Clark Kent, and strength flowed through his being. There was something in his blood, something that he needed, wanted, now. The barn door was open, he was a little weak because of the moonlight, but that would be gone once he had the boy's blood inside him.

                "Time for the feast…" he murmured, smiling to reveal his bloodied fangs. They were the last time he was going to be using them. Once he had fed on the boy's blood, he would be a normal, ordinary man. Possessing, of course, more strength than the average man had. That was the perks of being infected by those meteors.

                But there was no more time for thinking now. He had to kill, and kill fast.

                He swooped down onto the boy, who struggled very much. He was glowing green now, and the green reflected on the boy's face, making the boy look so very sick. Then he punctured through the boy's skin and began to suck. The first pulse of blood filled him, and he knew that he was being strengthened. Something deep, deep inside of him began to feel uncomfortable, though, but the lust for power and strength beyond imagination drove him almost crazy. He fed on the boy.

                But he'd forgotten one thing. The other prisoner. The girl.

*

                Chloe felt the pain subside entirely, and she struggled to her feet, hoping that the man would not see her. He was feeding like crazy on Clark, and it was sickening to see how much he was enjoying her best friend's blood. Chloe scrambled to her feet and her hands found her broken camera. Part of the lens had broken off, but the jagged edge of the other part was still attached to the broken camera.

                She had to do it- it was now or never.

                With an angry cry, Chloe slammed the camera down on the man's head, over and over again until he slumped over Clark. She threw her camera to the side, and gave the man a kick. He rolled over onto the hay strewn floor, blood covering his entire face.

                Then Chloe reached for Clark's arms and began to drag him out of the open barn door. He was very heavy, but at long last she managed to get him out of the barn, away from the meteor freak. But she did not know how long the man would stay that way.

                "Clark? Clark! Wake up, answer me!" Chloe knelt down beside her best friend. She mopped the sweat from his warm forehead, and stared in fright at his closed eyes. Then, suddenly, they were open, and Clark was sitting up, looking fully rejuvenated.

*

                The moment he was away from the barn, away from the meteors, Clark knew that he would be okay. He lay there for a moment, pretending to be grievously injured, and then he heard Chloe's voice call to him frightfully. He felt her gentle fingertips at his forehead. He sat up, and she looked pretty shocked.

                "I'm all right," he said, and she hugged him with such ferocity that he almost laughed.

                "I slammed the camera on his head, Clark. I don't know how long he'll last…" Chloe said, glancing at the barn door. But Clark was not worried anymore. He was beginning to understand what was going on. If the meteor freak had been infected with the meteors, and he had sucked out an amount of Clark's blood, he was doomed. Clark was positive that the man knew nothing of Clark's "allergy" to the meteors, so Clark's blood, resistant to the meteors, would be able to counteract the man's blood.

                "He's coming!" beside him, Chloe whispered in panic, and Clark stood up, pulling her to her feet. Both of them watched as the man hobbled out of the barn. He was no longer glowing green, in fact. Blood was pouring down from his head and mouth, and he staggered towards them, pointing a finger at Clark.

                "Y… you… what… have… you… done!" he yelled.

                Clark smiled grimly. His blood was taking a toll on the man. But the fight was not over yet.

*

                He staggered out of the barn, feeling everything inside of him fail miserably. He knew then that the boy's blood had done something to him. The boy was different. He was highly resistant to the metoers. Clark Kent's blood had reduced him from a man who welcomed anything meteorite to a man who was now seriously allergic to it.

                He was seeing Red.

                Clark Kent would pay for what he had done.

                He would take him to the grave.

*

                "Clark, watch out!" Chloe exclaimed as the man suddenly ran to Clark. But before he could even reach her friend, Clark sent him flying into a nearby tree with an amazing punch. The man's body hit the tree, and a green light burst all around them. A second later Clark whammed into her, landing both of them on the grass.

                Chloe closed her eyes and felt a wave of warmth pass over them. Then… the man was gone. Traces of what had happened were still around, but the meteor freak had disappeared completely.

                "You did it…" Chloe said softly to Clark. They were in a tangle of arms and legs, and suddenly his face was very close to hers.

I don't care… I'm going to kiss him.