Liakhovich Chapter 1
Serena had her leg thrown over the back of the tattered couch. It was tattered because it had to be at least twenty years old. Four years older than herself. Her mother would have a fit if she were there, as Serena was still in her school uniform, which consisted of slip-on dress shoes (sitting by the front door), almost knee high black socks, a plaited knee length, plaid skirt, a white button-up dress shirt and a cotton sweater vest over top.
The thought of her mother had Serena pushing the skirt down between her legs in sudden embarrassment. She would be pacing back and forth in front of her wailing and crying about how she raised her to be a lady.
She may have a point. I definitely don't act like this at school, Serena thought to herself. That thought brought mental pictures to mind of how the boys at school would attack her if she sat back like she was now. But, her mother wasn't home, and no boys were around at the moment.
Serena let out a slow sigh, refocusing on her day. She let out another sigh. BORING! Everything about her school life was drab. The only thing that motivated her to go was the fact that she might learn a few things every day. Possibly the fact that her mother worked so hard for her to go to a private school might play a factor as well. Yes, disappointing her mother would be the last thing she would do. Not to mention she didn't like to hurt or disappoint anyone.
That train of thought got her thinking about school and boys. All the boys at school were crude, apish man-ling things that drooled after all the girls. Serena happened to be one of the better looking girls at the school and endured countless stares with whispered intents. She wasn't a vain girl, but having almost knee length golden hair, bright cerulean eyes, and a thin, but curvy figure sent her to the top of the ratings in her estimation. Even though she didn't think well of the apes at her school, it felt nice to be looked at. Unknowingly, whilst thinking of the boys, she rolled her skirt up dangerously high, unconsciously trying to feel sexy.
It definitely wasn't those childish, bumbling fools at school that made her do so. It was purely the feeling of being wanted, of being needed, insomuch as just a sexual thing. But, her thoughts turned up a man of pure fantasy. Well, for her, anyway. She was a lot more realistic than her peers. Rather than the prince on a white stallion, or the billionaire wanting only to shower the girl with money and gifts with asking nothing in return, Serena thought of a tall, dark-haired man with piercing dark cobalt eyes with an easy going smirk. This man wasn't lanky, he was slightly muscular without over doing it. His hands would be large, almost able to encircle her waist, and some of his hair would always seem to fall over his eyes, just for her to softly brush to the side. He would possess a calm demeanor most of the time, but show a dry sense of humor at the most ridiculous of times. And he would be smart, absurdly smart. Someone to complement her, possibly contend with her. Push her past her own limitations and make her something better.
A loud knock broke Serena's daydream, slamming her back into reality. Quickly rolling off the couch, she dashed around the couch to look into the peephole. She had to stretch on top of her toes to see and even then it was just barely sufficient. After a glance, she fell back down to her heels hard. The person she had glimpsed through the peephole was her fantasy come to life.
"Who is it?" she asked, in a small, shaky voice.
"My name is Darien Shields," he answered. His voice sent thrills through her head, down her spine and bloomed right in her crotch.
Horny, much? Serena asked herself. The tone was simply a bass, but it dripped seduction. She unlocked and open the door as far as the chain allowed. What if he breaks in and rapes me? She thought, Hell, I'd love every second of it and ask him to stay and do it again later, then have his babies… she shook her head slightly to clear her rampant hormones. "What can I do to… for you?" Her misstep gave her cheeks a deep rosy glow in embarrassment.
"I'm looking for a Mrs. Lee-aock-oh-vich?" He replied with a slightly raised right eyebrow and an incredibly handsome half smile.
"It's Ly-ack-oh-vick. You probably mean my mom, and her name is Tsukino," she told him, while eyeing him up and down. That's when she noticed two black duffle bags by his feet. If fact, all of his clothes were jet-black as well. A silky looking turtle neck under a leather jacket, which looked more functional than fashionable, and cargo pants tucked into… combat boots? She had the chain undone and the door more open before she thought about it. "She's not here right now, but may I help you?" She kept trying to be helpful and inviting.
"Well, is your mom's first name Serena?" he asked, while giving her a quick up and down. Halfway down, his eyes popped right back up to her face, and then his cheeks went a little red. Serena tried to guess why, but couldn't figure it out, so she looked down herself.
She squealed, loudly. Her skirt was still pulled up. Really high. Her heart patterned panties where fully visible. She slapped his face, hard. Trying to pull down her skirt, she tried to slap him again. Her arm was caught easily, easily enough that she knew he could've caught the first one too.
"I may have earned the first one, although I'm really not sure why, but two is too much," his tone dropped, dangerously. His face match his voice, it had taken on an ominous glint.
The way he went from pleasant to deadly in a moment had her sex drive rev up. Really? She criticized herself, really? She fell against him, pressing her head against his chest. Well, the top of her head anyway. She felt and heard his heart beat while hugging him. Taking a step back, she managed to rearrange her skirt to a proper length. Well, proper for him, anyway. Barely mid-thigh was good enough. He had released her hand when she hugged him, but had not reciprocated in any way. He just stood there, perplexed by the antics of this strange little girl.
"I'm so sorry! It's not your fault, I just reacted. Please accept my apologies," Serena begged with her eyes for him to accept.
"I'm okay," Darien replied, gruffly. Tough guy, huh. She noticed a very faint pink outline of her hand on his face. Her hand started to throb, a lot. It felt as if she just slapped stone.
"Please come in and let me bring ice for that," she gestured into the apartment and walked towards the kitchen, leaving an open portal to her home. The ice was really for her hand, but she'd take care of him first.
Serena came back to the small family room to find him standing inside by a locked up door and his bags to the side. She had two bags of ice and proffered the larger one to him and curled her injured hand around the smaller one.
"You can sit, it's alright to come in," she said, as she mentally knew it wasn't. Her mom would freak! Her precious little daughter alone with a tall, strong man? There would definitely be some murder going on tonight, whether it was her or Darien was yet to be seen. He nodded and gingerly took a seat on the tattered couch she had been on not too long ago.
"So, your mother's first name?" he brought up his earlier question.
"It's Ilene, Ilene Tsukino," she answered. She had a feeling about where this was going. He was a police officer or detective and they found out that her mom registered Serena under a false name in her school. She got a little nervous but remained calm to help out her mom and dodge a bullet here.
He scratched his head a moment, confused. "Maybe I have the wrong address," he sounded somewhat defeated.
"Well, tell me more. Maybe I can help you?" she asked. Two sides pulled at her, try to get rid of him as fast as possible, and keep this dreamy hunk here as long as possible. She sat right next to him, patting his hand in comfort.
His eyebrow went up again and a smirk played acrossed his lips. He knew exactly what she was doing, but didn't pull back. "You're being kinda of rude. I gave you my name, but you haven't introduced yourself yet," he asked, without asking.
"I'm Serena Tsukino. It's been a pleasure, but my mother would be very upset that I let you in without her here." What an understatement!
"Just a moment," he said, having her pause from standing up and tugging at his hand. "I thought you said your mother's name was Tsukino, and you were very adamant about the pronunciation of your last name, Liakhovich." His pronunciation was dead on.
"Well, um… no. See, it's our last name and," she swallowed, hard. A trap had been sprung and she felt the ropes closing in fast. "I just know someone at my school whose last name is Liakhovich and she has the same first name too! You should speak to her, and, and…" Darien didn't believe a word of it.
"Look, Serena, let's just bypass all of this and continue?" he seemed to state rather then ask.
She broke down, tears and hiccups, the whole nine yards. Bringing his hand between both of her hands and against her small chest, she plotted every step. Maybe a feel of her breasts and a teary face might help persuade him not to go any further with this innocuous demeanor.
"Mr. Shields, please don't arrest my mom, she's all I have. I can't go to a foster home, I wouldn't survive. Please, please don't take my mom, she's only trying to protect me," she tried to lay it on as thick as possible.
After her pleading, Darien's face went back to confusion. Why would he be confused? I just basically told him everything! Then it hit her. He had bags! Why? Detectives or police officers don't carry around bags. Her tears dried up immediately and her hands fell away from her chest. His hand held firm to her right. She tried to back up, but only succeeded in bringing Darien to his feet. He was an impressive man and she was a petite girl. No good.
"Please, don't hurt me," She begged, this time for real. Her past must have finally caught up with her. Not exactly her past, but her unclaimed legacy. Liakhovich.
More confusion crossed his face. He pulled her close and mesmerized her with his eyes.
"What's your full name?" he demanded.
"Serena Tsukino," she whispered weakly.
"DAMNIT, GIRL! What's your name!" He yelled, and shook her for emphasis. He shook her very gently, she noticed.
"Serena Tsu.." His brows turned down and angry.
"Serena Liakhovich," she said, sadly, knowing she just signed her own death warrant. She just hoped that he wouldn't kill her right away. Maybe she could convince him to pretend to love her for a little bit before killing her, especially if she offered him sex. Her virginity.
His next action baffled her senses.