Lilah's Coffin by Durendal (PG)

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Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Gen, with some Clark/Lex type things
Author on LJ: eleveninches
Author Website: that boy ain't right
Why this must be read:

Put a bunch of football players in a haunted shack, performing a superstitious goat-sacrificing ritual. Add in a vampire type that Clark raises from the dead who happens to have a little crush on the town's hot, shiny billionaire in the mansion, and you have a real gem of a fic. (Dude. This sounds like badfic, but honestly, it's just really, really genius S1 fic.)

I like quoting from stories. They pull you in, don't you think? *hums*

He didn't know much about livestock, but he was pretty certain cows didn't fly. He was also sure running over teenagers usually killed them, so perhaps the laws of science didn't function normally in Smallville.

The cow let out a weak "moo," and promptly rolled off the crushed metal. As Lex stared at the remains of his car he remembered why he hated this town.

He dialed the only phone number he knew in Smallville.

"Hello?"

"A cow just crushed my car," he said blandly.

Clark's silence was a testimony that Lex wasn't the only one confused. "I'll come pick you up," Clark offered.

Or! Or! Okay, here's another one!

"Clark, she's here," Lex called. He didn't respond. Lex chuckled nervously. "Oh, I'm the bait. Hey, uh, if your plan is to get me killed, then it seems to be working."

"Shiny," came a hiss.

"I have no self-esteem left after this," Lex said.

Okay, resist that. I *dare* you.

Lilah's Coffin