slayers_desire | darkness comes when she sleeps ((Smallville))

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darkness comes when she sleeps ((Smallville))

Returning to her apartment after hanging out with Kairos, April found another white rose at her doorstep. The gifts continued to be a pleasant discovery. Especially since the young woman was still under the perception that they were gifts from her boyfriend.

The vase in the kitchen was getting too small now that she had three roses. So she found a slightly bigger vase and moved the flowers into her bedroom. And took a moment to appreciate their smell, before turning in for the night.

Three hours later, April woke with a start. Her eyes glowed red, as she searched around the apartment for something that wasn't there. A frustrated growl crossed her lips. The vampire had been awakened. And it had several desires to fulfill.

Getting out of bed, she dressed and grabbed her PINpoint. There was one place where April would find what she desired right now. Smallville. And with a press of a button, she had teleported to the small Kansas town. No one had seen the portal appear, as she had been smart enough to ensure that it had been in an out of way location.

Entering Smallville, April noted that time was slightly different. It had been quite late at night at her apartment, but here the sun was just setting. The revelation gave the vampire a smile, after all it meant more night to play with. She heard music from a close by coffee shop, and turning moved down the street and entered The Talon.

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When April gets out of the shower, she will find a fluffy towel on the old wooden chair next to the bathtub, placed there by Martha for her. As April and Martha are about the same height, she has also left a loaned change of clothing, should she choose to accept it. It's more modest and rural than April's usual style, but they're clean and should fit all right until she can change into her own.

Martha herself is downstairs making coffee and a modest breakfast. Breakfast in the Kent house is more of a come-eat-when-you're-ready event than a family occasion, since they all often have different schedules, but oftentimes they choose to eat together when it's already been made.

Touched by the simple gesture, April does take the offered clean clothes. There is a lot of cemetary dirt on her clothes from last night, and it is better to be in something nice and clean. And even if it is not something she would typically wear, April loves the flow and freedom of the outfit.

After drying her hair, April comes downstairs and smiles in appreciation to the smells of breakfast. "Good morning Martha."

Martha smiles at her. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

And, after noticing that she's wearing the change of clothes, offers, "If you're going to stay awhile, you can put your clothes in the hamper at the end of the hall. I'm going to run a load of laundry after breakfast."

"It was a good night, I feel much better."

"Oh that would be greatly appreciated, they need a good cleaning." April looks around the kitchen. "Can I do anything to help?"

"You can set the table, if you like. Plates are above the counter next to the stove, silverware's in the drawer to the right of the refrigerator." While Lois usually gets up whenever she feels like it, the Kent men must be up bright and early to take care of farm work, especially Clark if he wants to get it done before school. Fortunately, Clark does not have classes today, and normally he would sleep in a little.

"Jonathan should be taking a break soon. And Clark won't be long." She smiles a little. "Lois will drag herself downstairs sooner or later." The smell of coffee may entice her out of bed soon, at least.

Setting the table makes April feel useful. She may not be as fast as Clark, but she does get the job done.

"Hopefully I don't have to field too many questions from Lois." April smiled. Clark's opinion rubbing off on her. Questions from his parents, on the otherhand, would be answered as best as she can. She knows they most likely still have concerns from last night.

"Lois can be a little... abrasive," Martha says in friendly warning. "She can take some getting used to. She'll probably do most of the talking and won't let you get a word in edgewise."

"Works for me. It will lessen the chances of having to think on the spot." April makes the final touches of the table.

A slight breeze heralds the return of Clark, who zips through the house and into a change of clothes of his own before appearing in the kitchen. He skips the shower - as someone who doesn't actually sweat under normal circumstances, he really only needs to every other day - but does wash his hands. "Dad's on his way in," he announces to his mom, and snags a piece of bread to make toast.

Always amused by Clark's freedom to be himself around her, April watches him zip around as best as she can. "How are the animals?" She is a little curious especially to the ones who had blood taken.

Clark's taking the opportunity to use his abilities openly now, since he'll have to stop once Lois wakes up.

"They're doing fine," he says, though he doesn't look up at her. Wouldn't do to set her on fire now, after all that work they've done to stop it from happening, and isn't he glad he doesn't need to think sexy thoughts about toast? "They settled down pretty quick after last night, but some were kind of spooked for about an hour."

As he speaks, he accumulates a stack of perfect toast that encompasses about half the loaf. Lois has never been able to figure out how they do that without leaving geometrical toaster prints on it from the wires, and it amuses him to keep her guessing.

Out of respect, April keeps her distance from Clark when he uses his heat vision. "I hope I don't have to do that again."

She doesn't want her presence being a bad thing after all.

"If you do, it'll be okay," Clark assures her, and his mother nods a little in agreement. "They're just not used to having that done to them."

The back door swings open as Jonathan enters the house, going to wash his hands before joining them at the table. And upstairs, there's a loud thud.

"There's Lois," Clark says, and hastily finishes the toast.

An unkempt brunette practically oozes her way down the stairs, making a straight line towards the coffeepot. When Clark offers a way-too-cheery good morning, she just mutters incoherently and buries her face in a mug.

It was nice to be reassured.

The thud makes April wonder if that is typical for Lois to awaken. She watches the brunette in curiousity, knowing from alternate Clarks that she plays a major role in their lives.

"Good morning Lois." April greets the other woman by name.

Lois mumbles something that sounds vaguely like "good morning" with a few profanities liberally mixed in. She doesn't seem to notice that there's an extra person at the table, not even when Jonathan joins them.

It's halfway into her third or fourth cup of coffee that she finally seems to wake up and realize that there's someone she doesn't know present. "Uh, hi?"

The profanities won't upset April too much, after all she is understanding of the difficulties of being a 'morning person'. Her vampiric tendancies prefer sleeping in when possible, and enjoying the night life.

"I'm April." The young woman responds to the semi-question, serving a small portion of breakfast for herself.

Lois may be slow to wake, but once she's up and coherent, her brain hits the ground running. "April as in Clark's April? Lady of mystery? Welcome to Smallville. Well, I guess you've probably been here before, but you know. First time I've met you and everything. Hey, is that bacon? Gimme." Her speech gradually speeds up throughout her greeting until it all starts to run together, and she grabs the bacon and dumps a good portion onto her plate.

Being refered to as Clark's April makes her smile. "That would be me. Lady of Mystery?" That makes her curious.

"She who we never see. You know, for having a girlfriend, Clark never really seems to go out with you and I've never seen you around town. Isn't that weird? I mean, it's not like he could drive out to Kansas State all the time to see you or anything because we'd notice he was gone for a while. Do you date long distance and only come on weekends or something, and where the hell have I been? I had a long-distance boyfriend once. It was great for about three days and then I got bored and later I caught him cheating on me anyway, so that worked out great." She somehow manages to get all that out around a mouthful of eggs, toast, and everything else she's piled on her plate.

"There is more to going out than hitting the town," April says simply. "I come see him when I can. And he and I talk a lot. On the phone."

That should make sense. She will ignoring the cheating comment.

Clark smiles at April. They do talk on the phone, although it's the "magic" phone. But Lois doesn't need to know that. "Maybe it's your taste in guys," he says to Lois. "Only someone desperate picks up naked hitchhikers."

It's clearly a familiar point of debate in the Kent household, because neither of his parents react very strongly to that at all.

She narrows her eyes and points an egg-laden fork at him. "Watch it, farmboy. I know where you sleep."

April almost forgot that Lois had seen Clark naked, until he mentioned it. The stark difference of Lois compared to herself makes April pause in thought. Lois is so outspoken and blunt at times. And it is that spirit that did attract other Clark's.

"And while I have only been able to visit her three times, the Kents have been very welcoming. So I think you will see me around a little more."

To say that Lois is outspoken and blunt is very kind. April is quite possibly lucky that it's so early in the day, before Lois really hits her stride.

"Great! I'll have to kidnap you and take you shopping. Chloe's my girl but I can use always more girl friends. Have you ever been to Metropolis? It's great, there's all kinds of shopping there. Can't go down certain streets though or you might get shot and that would suck. Hey, do you drive here or take a bus? I can't stand buses. They always smell funny and I end up with some creepy guy trying to grope me. I'd rather drive myself even though it's really boring when all you see is corn for hundreds of miles."

She talks fast enough that April may get the impression that she doesn't even care if her questions are answered. Which is a fair assessment. Lois tends to steamroll a conversation unless she's digging for information, and she loves to hear herself talk.

"I would love some help finding a prom dress." April on the otherhand takes her time speaking. She is calm and collected.

"It would be nice to have alternate shopping places outside of home." A day out with the girls sounds interesting. Something April has not had a chance to do quite often.

"I don't have my drivers license." Because she also doesn't have a birth certificate, or any other actual forms of identification.

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