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If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.

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“I’m going to whisper a silent prayer to those who participate in Halloween festivities — it’s always good giving a needed blessing in the midst of horror.”

“Huh? You’re joking, right?”

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“Chloe?” Thea gave the blonde an incredulous look, Red Creek being the last place she’d expect to see her. “What…what are you doing here?”

Of course she was here. Was she and Clark still together? There was so little she knew about her brother’s life nowadays. “On holiday. Thought I could use the change of scenery. You look.... different.” Chloe couldn’t put a finger on it but she did. Then again, she had not seen Thea for a very long time.

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“How is a pumpkin sexy or in your case slutty? Pretty sure if you’re gonna go orange–at least be some hot inmate.”

“Figuring that out is half the fun. Nah, that’s too easy.I like a challenge. What about you? Are you going for slutty or scary?”

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“Never knew those two words could coexist together.”

“Well, you learn something new every day.”

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    It was almost borderline, horrific. How the two of them used to lean on each other for everything and now, could barely look at each other. He didn’t want to ever become like his father. An absentee person with  wild temper. And yet, daring to look at Chloe, he could realize just how fucked up things had turned out to be. In fact, he was more like his father than he ever realized. And it made him sick. Yet, he had learned the art of composure. Head held high as if he was unbothered by the sickly bittersweet tone in her voice. Lips pursed into his own indiscernible expression. “Like you’d ever want a fuckin’ hug.” Clark snorted carelessly, knowing the words were meant to sting. And they did. But he’d never admit to that. Hell, he’d swallow his own feelings down until there was nothing left. It was just how he was — or so he’d like to say.

         “Fun?” Okay, he had to laugh at that. If Chloe even knew the dangers she could be in just bybeing here, well – she’d likely not be laughing any longer. “Don’t you think dad’d be pissed for you coming out to supernatural territory?” And there was his own backlash. His own knife in her back, despite the wounds it caused himself. Family, their father more specifically, would always be a sore spot. A man too carelessly focused on the hunters way than he was on his own seven children. “Well, you look just fine to me. So, again, why are you here? I don’t want you here.” It came out crueler than intended. The need to protect his siblings, even with such a tarnished relationship as theirs was insurmountable. And yet all it sounded like was that he didn’t give a damn at all.

Chloe shrugged because frankly she didn’t. It was too late for that. She used to live for those big brother bear hugs of his. The ones that would almost crush her. Felt safe at the time. Now she knew that if he touched her at all it would feel strange and just uncomfortable. She heard the sarcasm in his voice  but it didn’t affect her much. Other than hints of mild revulsion in her expression, and the unpleasant pang of nostalgia, she seemed to be doing fine. At least on the surface. That was until he mentioned their father and her body grew rigid. Chloe looked like she was starting to choke up. Or it could’ve been bile rising up her throat. How dare he? And with a straight face. She could have hit him. Reach out and hit him right on the nose. Clark knew what to say to make her feel bad but she was not going to give him the satisfaction. She made a disgusted face then laughed. “Doesn’t matter how he’d feel. He’s dead. Don’t tell me you’re getting sentimental?.”

Clark asked again. Why was she here? Was it wrong for her to want to see him? In some way she did want to know where he was and what he was doing with his life. Chloe felt like a masochist. Specially when she realized that he was doing just fine and dandy without her in his life. When he said he didn’t want her here she could feel her eyes grow hot. However, Chloe had learned how to keep the tears from falling. She held them there until they burned her eyeballs. Fine? She looked fine? Nothing was fine. Nothing. And it was all his fault as far as she was concerned. “I don’t care what you want. I’m here because I want to be. Because I choose to be. Because home isn’t fucking home anymore.” She brought her cigarette to her lips, taking a long drag and then expelling the smoke into the air between them. “Are you even gonna ask? About Beth?”

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“I’ll admit, that’s creative — strange at the same time.”

“I shall take that as a compliment.”

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“I didn’t think something like that’s possible.”

“Really? Look around. Anything is possible around here.”

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“How do you make a pumpkin slutty?”

“Trust me, I can make anything slutty”

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“A slutty pumpkin? That’s actually a thing?”

“Could be. I could rock it.”

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“I think I’m going to need a description of what that costume looks like. My mind is going nowhere good at the moment.”

“I think that’s the whole point.”

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“Or I have better things to do than play stupid little games with little girls who’d be much more useful wrapped in her own intestines. Should we test that theory out? Or are we just going to shut that precious little mouth of yours before you realize you’re running it to the wrong person.”

“Woah, that time of the month is rough on you huh?. If you need a Midol I have one in my purse.”

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          “So, were you ever going to tell me you were here or is this just a fuckin’ lovely accident?” Blood family was never something he was good with. Loved them, sure. But ever since his father died, he’d burned that bridge long ago. So seeing one of his sisters was a shock, especially Chloe. She was the second oldest, Clark being the eldest and in the end, she was really the only other one who could feel the severe effects of their father’s passing. The damage it had done to an already misconstrued and fucked up family as theirs. Sure, the integrity of what a wholesome family should be was there. Yet what their father had created what with being in the hunting business and his damned sociopathic behavior; well, things were never meant to be good for long. He just never expected to see any of them in Red Creek. 

          After visiting when Bethany was first bit, he never exactly told any of them where he was going after that. He could blame it on whatever issues he was dealing with at the time, but really it was them. The thought of seeing his sisters (or worse, his mother) and even just talking to them killed him. Clark had messed up so much back then and it was hard to think of ever taking it back now. And so, seeing Chloe could only leave a bitter taste in his mouth, sighing as indifferent as ever. 

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Family used to mean something. Of course that was before everything went straight to hell. A scoff left her lips at his question. Chloe was not expecting a warm welcome. She was not expecting Clark to be happy to see her. Matter of fact, she was counting on his disappointment and surprise. That was the thing that drove her to come here. She wanted him to witness the mess he left behind when he took off. What did he think? That he could run away from her forever? Not if she had her way. “What? Don’t I get a hug?” The sardonic tone in her voice reflected the bitterness she felt toward her big brother. Oh how the tides changed. Chloe took him in. His face. What he wore. Everything. Clark looked so different to her and yet the same. To think that he used to be her hero and now? “Think of it as an early Christmas gift.” Chloe sighed as she reached for the unlit cigarette that dangled above her ear.

“Am I spoiling your fun?” She placed the cig in between her lips and lit it. This pained her. His detachment. The fact that he could so easily push her out of his life when his absence meant so much to her. It turned her into someone she hated. A real fucking disaster. “Least you can do is ask me how I’m doing. Jesus Clark. I could be pregnant or … I don’t know… dying.”

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“I think gonna be a slutty pumpkin for Halloween. What do you think?”

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“I’m not even going to dignify that question with an answer…”

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“Nice trick. See, I think you just don't have one or are just trying to save some time and pull one out of your ass.”