In Tears
With Love
Part I ~ Just Another Day
By: Cappuchino_Princezz
Rating: PG13 For mild sexual content and adult language
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Disclaimer:
Standard disclaimor applies. I regretfully inform you
that I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in the
cartoon series, be it the manga or anime versions. But I would
also like to take the opportunity to point out that this story
most definitely came from me! (the smartest chik there ever was)
I'd like to thank my friendz and fellow readers for staying
with me in my absence from the writing fields and I'm happy to
announce that I will continue my first story 'How Much I Hate
About You'.
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~*~*~*~*Prolouge*~*~*~*~
Her long blonde hair had long since been tortured and pulled
into an elegant creation of loops with the assistance of several
silver, diamond-studded combs. Her serene, sapphire blue eyes gazed
at her reflection that stared back at her in her vanity mirror.
Resting her arms on her lap, with pink silk gloves running all the
way to her elbows, her lavender and pink dress fit perfectly around
her petite body. The sleeveless bodice was a lavender with a pink lining
running directly beside the collar, her pink skirt with lavender silk
circling the hem, and a pink sash around her waist, tied in a bow
just above her tailbone, the tails falling to just above the ground.
No doubt they would come to just below her knees when she stood, and
yet she sat there, on her small stool, terrified of what was to happen
when she left the safe confines of her house and attended the charity
ball her best friend's parents were throwing. Rei Marsonian's parents
Rachel and Lucas Marsonian were famous for their extravagant balls
and dinner parties.
She traced the pattern on the mirror frame, affectionately
carressing it was she thought of the guests who were going to be
there tonight. There would be Patrice and Marc Anderson with their
daughter Amelia, then John and Erin Kinderman with their eldest daughter
Litania, and then finally her aunt Sarah and uncle Matthew Rome, with
her cousin and their daughter, Mina Christine. Her hand returned to
it's spot in her lap, and a frown seized her lips. The Kindermans would
no doubt bring their nephew, the Duke of Montague, Darien Foremont.
Her eyes narrowed and little wrinkles formed in her gloves as her
hands balled into fists.
"I will not let him bother me tonight." she promised her
reflection, knowning that the promise would be impossible to keep.
The duke was no more than 3 years her elder and he used his age and
stunningly handsome looks to his benefit. Easily, her fellow females
fell for his charms and he had formed quite a fanclub. His spontaneous
actions and irrational ideas, he had somehow convinced her that
she was immune to the gossip and poisonous diseases that plagued
the minds of so many people among her social class. And he had convinced
her to accompany him on horse rides and walks through the public gardens,
unsupervised in her mid-teen years. It seemed he brought out the worst
in her, and chased away the awful pain of her conscience. Being so
careless, she had been foolish enough in her pre-adult years, to
have granted him the honor and gift of her first kiss.
Three years later, quite developed, she moarned the loss of the
gift in which she had given him, for he had unintentionally ruined her
for any mouth but his. When they danced, she longed to being kissing him
passionately, and when they kissed, he seemed only to tease her, which
drove her crazy with passion and angry with frustration.
'Darien Foremont is dangerous' she told herself mentally, though
in her heart she didn't believe a single syllable of it. There was a knock
upon the doors of her quarters and when she called for the knocker to enter,
her mother appeared. Dressed in a burgundy ball gown, Serenity MoonGlenna
smiled down at her pastel-clothed daughter with love and happiness.
"Are you almost ready, Serena?" she questioned as she gently rested
her black gloved hands on Serena's shoulders.
"Almost, mother. I have but my necklace to put on, and then I shall
be set." The pink gloved hands slowly and delicately picked up the thin silver
chain, the breathtaking diamond familycrest charm twinkling as the light hit
it. The crescent moon had been the familycrest for centuries, the necklace
being passed down from generation to generation. Serenity assisted Serena
in fastening the clasp and soon they were seated comfortably in the elegant
carriage that was to transport them to the Marsonian's mansion. Invitations
inhand, Serenity looked at her daughter, who was gazing out of the window,
her thoughts occupied with her dark-haired dreamboat.
'The duke would be Serena's best choice for a husband. I wish he would
have asked her for her hand in marriage before Phillip passed away. I
wanted so badly for Phillip to walk his little girl down the isle, but it
seems as if the lord has other plans. Perhaps he shall ask tonight.....'
Serenity forced her smile to show only on the inside, for if Serena was to
catch it, she was sure to be suspicious. Her mother hadn't smiled very often
after her father had passed away, two years ago, and it seemed to become
steadily harder to make her smile as time passed.
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~*~*~*~*Chapter One*~*~*~*~
Serena scanned the room upon her entrance, hoping to
find Rei and become consumed in another interesting
conversation, so no man would interrupt her to request
a dance. She spotted Rei, however, she seemed ingrossed
in a conversation with Lord and Lady Wellington's son,
Chadwick, so Serena thought it best not to interrupt her.
Desperately searching for anyone who would prove to be
an excelent conversationalist, her eyes fell upon Litania.
Her tall frame was encased in an emerald green frock,
much like her own, that matched her eyes and accented
her womanly curves to near perfection. Serena was
practically green with envy. Never in her wildest dreams
could she appear so tempting and yet so intimidating.
Litania's hieght was most likely rounded off to a clean
six feet with her dancing slippers on. Without shoes,
Litania still towered over Serena and most of the other
girls. Her older brother was tall aswell. Litania's
amazonian height was something Serena wished to use to
her advantage. No men would dare interrupt their conversations
if she was talking to Litania, for it was a known fact
that Litania much enjoyed swordplay and training horses,
so she was quite strong. Most men shied away from her
for mainly those reasons, but she didn't mind. Her eyes
were set upon Serena's second cousin, Kenneth Kanterburn.
Serena hurriedly made her way over to Litania, who
embraced her tightly before excitedly launching into a
story about her latest adventure of the week. She happily
listened to Litania's interesting story, laughing at the
humorous parts and gasping with delight when something
amuzed her. She noticed, however, that a group of men
were stealthily making their way over to the table where
herself and Litania sat. Deciding it was now the time to
make her exit, she apologetically interrupted Litania
in mid-story and related their current situation. Litania
found the information quite ammuzing, for she smiled and
suggested they take refuge with Mina and Amilia near the
refreshments section. Timing their exit perfectly, they
slipped away while using the couple passing by
as a shield. The men gazed confusedly at the empty
chairs before dissappointedly nursing their pride and
trying to find another group of beautiful young women
to sweep off to the dance floor.
A young man was politely chatting with Mina and Amilia
as Serena and Litania approached. When Mina waved them over,
the man turned in their direction and Serena cursed under
her breath.
'Ladies do not swear' her mother's voice rang in
her head.
'Ladies also are not stalked by older men' she grumbled
back mentally.
The young man chatting with Mina and Amilia was none
other than Darien Foremont.
Serena did her best to plaster on a smile for Mina and
Amilia, though it was quite difficult to do so, for Darien was
looking at her oddly. She had managed to elude his presence
throughout the last 5 balls, either he not being in attendence,
or she herself being lucky enough to be strategically hidden
whenever he had been close to her.
The group then launched into recent gossip and love
affairs, which Darien detested and Serena tolerated, for it
kept her busy and the young men away. She hid her slight
smile upon seeing the gears in Darien's head turn, thinking
of a way to excuse himself from the conversation without
being rude.
Finally, Serena announced that she needed a drink
and offered an apologetic smile before slipping away from the
protection the group provided, hurrying to the drink table
to quench her parched throat. Unknowingly, Darien excused
himself to keep her company, and trailed behind her. He
caught her elbow and she ceased her movement. Turning
her wide saphire blue eyes to him, he grinned rakishly
and ran a hand through his hair.
"Dear Serena, would you care to dance?" he asked
sincerely. She shook her head.
"Darien, I would much like to get a drink. My throat
is dry. Perhaps afterwards I would accept your offer."
**********
Her mind drifted as she did the same in his arms. It
seemed, to her, as if they were dancing on a cloud. Darien
was managing to look intimidating, effectively discouraging
any of the men from interrupting them, and she sighed in
exasperation.
"Don't you have one of your fanclub members to dance
with? I had promised Kalvin Kristmont that I would spare
him a dance, but from the looks of it, you seem to be taking
each one." her voice was rather annoyed yet relaxed, and she
allowed him to lead her expertly around the dancefloor. He
looked down at her with a surprised and an almost hurtful
expression upon his handsomely chisled face.
"Serena, I'm hurt. You wish to leave my arms for
another man less worthy than I of your presence? Your
mother would certainly have something to say about it
if you were to dance with Kristmont anyway." his words
were chastising and she felt a light blush stain her
cheeks. To her, she heard only a teasing tone.
"I do not wish to be rid of you entirely, but I
am recieving the most cruel looks from women around the room.
I believe a few are envious, and it wasn't my choice to
dance with you in the first place. I believe they misunderstand
our relationship."
"What relationship is that?" he casually inquired,
glancing about the room to give smug looks at many of the
young men who were glaring daggers his way, wondering how
he had been so lucky as to be dancing with the richest,
most beautiful single woman in the room.
"That we're merely partners in crime, and not in love."
Serena replied, masking her sad/hopeful look.
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~*~*~*~*Chapter Two*~*~*~*~
"Never in love?" he questioned once again casually.
She nodded slowly before moving closer and resting her cheek
on his chest.
"I don't think it's possible for us. We've known
each other for quite a long time."
"About thirteen years, I think." Darien supplied,
his chest vibrating slightly as he spoke. Serena did
not see his expression of sorrow barely masked.
"Mmhmm." came her reply, at a loss for words.
His cologne was making her lightheaded, and she fought
to stay alert.
His chamring smiles were disarming, and his
male scent was succeeding in luring her to her doom.
"Serena," he suddenly pulled away and she looked
up slightly confused.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to take a walk in the gardens?"
he looked like a little boy as he looked down at her
with hope, ebony black bangs falling into stormy midnight
blue eyes. The corners of her mouth twitched and she
nodded her head.
"I suppose it would be nothing new. You always
seem to lure me away from the pack, you wolf." she teased
and Darien grinned.
"This way, my little sheep." he murmured and began
to lead her to the doors. They got their coats and strolled
out the back doors of the mansion, arm in arm.
The wind seemed to go right through her light
cover and caused goosebumps to appear on her exposed flesh.
She shivered and moved closer to the warmth of Darien's
body, hoping to shield herself from the wind. Inturn,
he wrapped one strong arm around her waist. She smiled
appreciatively up at him and sighed, contented in his
warm embrace. They weaved through the garden, following
the paths and occasionally running into another couple.
As they neared a bench, Darien requested they take
a break and rest upon it.
They were soon seated beside eachother, Serena
held warm and safe in his arms.
"Serena." the queer sound in his voice made her look
up in concern.
"Yes?"
"How long have I known you?" seeing his obvious
discomfort, Serena smiled slightly.
"More years than I wish to count. Why do you
ask?"
"Maybe you-"
"Serena! Thank goodness I found you!" her mother's
voice reached their ears and soon her form was standing
before the seated couple.
"Mother, is there something the matter?" Serena
went to her mother's side.
"Serena, we must leave for London immediately!"
Serena sprung back in shot, her hand going to her heart.
London is where her grandparents lived.
"What's going on?" Darien asked, his eyes shifting
from the shocked Serena to the panting Serenity.
"Your father's parents are deathly ill. They've
requested our presence at KennleSmith Manor."
"Why would they want us at the manor instead of
their summer home where they usually reside?" Serena
questioned. It didn't seem logical for her grandparents
to want them immediately. They were very patient people,
even when it came to holiday visits.
"Serena, don't be so naive. They know they haven't
much time left. Your grandmother is certain less than a
month is left before her clock stops. It's impolite to
talk of such family matters infront of company. I'm sorry
Darien, but Serena must come with me at once." with that
said, Serenity grabbed the slim wrist of her daughter and
began to drag her out of the gardens. Darien stood in
a stupor as Serena disappeared from his view and out of
his life.
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~*~*~*~*~*Chapter Three*~*~*~*~
The raindrops splattered against the cold windowpane
and traveled down the thin glass to the ledge. Her eyes
were dry but the skies cried for her. She had used all
her tears. It had been two months since the day at the
ball, and both of her father's parents were dead. Her
mother seemed to be growing thinner too, and she was
very much surprised when her mother told her that her
grandparents had left their entire fortune and estates
to Serena alone. Serenity was well enough off with the
fortune their son had left her in his will, so they
found no need to leave her anything. And then the time
soon came for Serenity to return to their home for there
were several business matters that needed her immediate
attention. Serena staid at the manor that now belonged
to her. She slept in the masterbedroom, sat in the
guest parlor and ate in the dinning room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Two Years Later*~*~*~*~*~*~
She seemed to enjoy the solitude that the manor provided, until
one day she returned from her morning horse ride to discover
she had a visitor. The house service had let whoever it
was inside, and when she entered the house through the
kitchen's entryway, the cook told her that a man had
come to see her and he was waiting in the sitting room.
She thanked Margret (the cook) and hurried up to her room
to change. Slipping out of her riding habit, she pulled
on a simple pink day dress with a burgandy cover dress
making sure to tie the clothbelt in a fancy knot. After
quickly brushing her hair she pulled it into an elegant
ponytail with it's golden waves flowing loosely down
her back. The scent of fresh strawberries and the
wind clung to her body and hair. After cramming her
feet into a pair of pink and burgandy heeled slippers,
she rushed down the stairs and to the sitting room.
The butler opened the doors for her and she gracefully
strolled in. The man was standing with his back to her,
looking at one of the many magnificient oil paintings
that hung on the hundreds of walls of KennelSmith Manor.
She cleared her throat and the man turned toward
her. His handsomely chisled face seemed etched with
worry and then he smiled as his eyes fell on her.
"Serena, how glad of you to see me." he replied
and embraced her.
"Darien?" Her arms tightened their grasp around
his shoulders.
"It's been so long." His voice seemed to drip
with sadness and relief. He held her tightly to him,
her body next to his, her feet barely touching the
ground.
"What is it that you've come to see me for?" she
was highly confused. She hadn't heard from him since
the night in the garden those several months ago.
He slowly put a little distance between them.
Gazing down at her sparkling blue eyes, he knew he
had to tell her. It was his duty.
"I came to give you a message."
There was a sudden knock on the doors and they
opened without Serena calling for it. Martha
GreyStone, Serenity's long-time friend, entered,
draped in all black.
"Oh!" she jumped back slightly upon seeing how
close Serena and Darien were to each other.
Serena stepped away from Darien after a curious
look. His face was pale as he gazed at Martha.
"Have you told her yet, Endymoin?" Martha's voice
was cold and demanding. Serena had never heard her talk
in such a tone.
Her blue eyes shifted to Darien, who's face was no
longer pale, and seemed to be frowning, if not glaring at
Martha.
"I was just about to." he managed to reply. His
tone seeped with disgust.
"Tell me what?" Serena asked confused. He
looked over to her and his face softend.
"Serena, -"
"Your mother is dead." Martha cut in. Serena
simply stared at her. Endymoin whipped an arm around Serena's
shoulders and pulled her to him, her face burrying itself in
his shoulder as he glared with obvious hatred at Martha. Her
icy green eyes reflected nothing but repugnance for him as well.
The tears poured from Serena's eyes and she held Endymoin
tightly, as if the floor would open up and swallow her. He inturn
held her with as much security as he could offer.
"Leave us!" he commanded Martha. She merely smiled and
walked out of the room. His voice softened and he gently drew
Serena from her place in his arms. "Serena, I'm sorry that
Martha told you so suddenly. I was going to break it to you
slowly." She stumbled backwards, in her effort to get away.
"W-when did she go?"
"It was two days ago."
"How?" Her questions were fired at a rapid pace. He took
her hands into his own.
"My darling Serena, your mother was very sick."
"For how long!?" she nearly snapped.
Endymoin took a step back, in shock that she had exploded
in anger.
"Sere, she didn't want you to know." he tried to reason,
but felt that deep down, Serena had been right in her rage.
Her own mother hadn't told her she was suffering. His heart
cried out for her, and he held his hand toward her. "Please,
Serena. It was for the best." his eyes begged her to take his
hand. Cold cerulean jewels twinkled with tears as she looked
from his outstretched hand, to his remorseful eyes. Her anger
was like a fire that had just had a bucket of water thrown over
it. Slowly, her hand went to his, and he squeezed it gently.
"What else did you come here for?" her voice was chilled and
held no emotion other than sadness as the once melodic sounds dripped
from her mouth.
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In Tears
With Love
Part I Chapters P-3 Is complete!
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With Love
Part I ~ Just Another Day
By: Cappuchino_Princezz
Rating: PG13 For mild sexual content and adult language
**********************
Disclaimer:
Standard disclaimor applies. I regretfully inform you
that I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in the
cartoon series, be it the manga or anime versions. But I would
also like to take the opportunity to point out that this story
most definitely came from me! (the smartest chik there ever was)
I'd like to thank my friendz and fellow readers for staying
with me in my absence from the writing fields and I'm happy to
announce that I will continue my first story 'How Much I Hate
About You'.
**********************
~*~*~*~*Prolouge*~*~*~*~
Her long blonde hair had long since been tortured and pulled
into an elegant creation of loops with the assistance of several
silver, diamond-studded combs. Her serene, sapphire blue eyes gazed
at her reflection that stared back at her in her vanity mirror.
Resting her arms on her lap, with pink silk gloves running all the
way to her elbows, her lavender and pink dress fit perfectly around
her petite body. The sleeveless bodice was a lavender with a pink lining
running directly beside the collar, her pink skirt with lavender silk
circling the hem, and a pink sash around her waist, tied in a bow
just above her tailbone, the tails falling to just above the ground.
No doubt they would come to just below her knees when she stood, and
yet she sat there, on her small stool, terrified of what was to happen
when she left the safe confines of her house and attended the charity
ball her best friend's parents were throwing. Rei Marsonian's parents
Rachel and Lucas Marsonian were famous for their extravagant balls
and dinner parties.
She traced the pattern on the mirror frame, affectionately
carressing it was she thought of the guests who were going to be
there tonight. There would be Patrice and Marc Anderson with their
daughter Amelia, then John and Erin Kinderman with their eldest daughter
Litania, and then finally her aunt Sarah and uncle Matthew Rome, with
her cousin and their daughter, Mina Christine. Her hand returned to
it's spot in her lap, and a frown seized her lips. The Kindermans would
no doubt bring their nephew, the Duke of Montague, Darien Foremont.
Her eyes narrowed and little wrinkles formed in her gloves as her
hands balled into fists.
"I will not let him bother me tonight." she promised her
reflection, knowning that the promise would be impossible to keep.
The duke was no more than 3 years her elder and he used his age and
stunningly handsome looks to his benefit. Easily, her fellow females
fell for his charms and he had formed quite a fanclub. His spontaneous
actions and irrational ideas, he had somehow convinced her that
she was immune to the gossip and poisonous diseases that plagued
the minds of so many people among her social class. And he had convinced
her to accompany him on horse rides and walks through the public gardens,
unsupervised in her mid-teen years. It seemed he brought out the worst
in her, and chased away the awful pain of her conscience. Being so
careless, she had been foolish enough in her pre-adult years, to
have granted him the honor and gift of her first kiss.
Three years later, quite developed, she moarned the loss of the
gift in which she had given him, for he had unintentionally ruined her
for any mouth but his. When they danced, she longed to being kissing him
passionately, and when they kissed, he seemed only to tease her, which
drove her crazy with passion and angry with frustration.
'Darien Foremont is dangerous' she told herself mentally, though
in her heart she didn't believe a single syllable of it. There was a knock
upon the doors of her quarters and when she called for the knocker to enter,
her mother appeared. Dressed in a burgundy ball gown, Serenity MoonGlenna
smiled down at her pastel-clothed daughter with love and happiness.
"Are you almost ready, Serena?" she questioned as she gently rested
her black gloved hands on Serena's shoulders.
"Almost, mother. I have but my necklace to put on, and then I shall
be set." The pink gloved hands slowly and delicately picked up the thin silver
chain, the breathtaking diamond familycrest charm twinkling as the light hit
it. The crescent moon had been the familycrest for centuries, the necklace
being passed down from generation to generation. Serenity assisted Serena
in fastening the clasp and soon they were seated comfortably in the elegant
carriage that was to transport them to the Marsonian's mansion. Invitations
inhand, Serenity looked at her daughter, who was gazing out of the window,
her thoughts occupied with her dark-haired dreamboat.
'The duke would be Serena's best choice for a husband. I wish he would
have asked her for her hand in marriage before Phillip passed away. I
wanted so badly for Phillip to walk his little girl down the isle, but it
seems as if the lord has other plans. Perhaps he shall ask tonight.....'
Serenity forced her smile to show only on the inside, for if Serena was to
catch it, she was sure to be suspicious. Her mother hadn't smiled very often
after her father had passed away, two years ago, and it seemed to become
steadily harder to make her smile as time passed.
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~*~*~*~*Chapter One*~*~*~*~
Serena scanned the room upon her entrance, hoping to
find Rei and become consumed in another interesting
conversation, so no man would interrupt her to request
a dance. She spotted Rei, however, she seemed ingrossed
in a conversation with Lord and Lady Wellington's son,
Chadwick, so Serena thought it best not to interrupt her.
Desperately searching for anyone who would prove to be
an excelent conversationalist, her eyes fell upon Litania.
Her tall frame was encased in an emerald green frock,
much like her own, that matched her eyes and accented
her womanly curves to near perfection. Serena was
practically green with envy. Never in her wildest dreams
could she appear so tempting and yet so intimidating.
Litania's hieght was most likely rounded off to a clean
six feet with her dancing slippers on. Without shoes,
Litania still towered over Serena and most of the other
girls. Her older brother was tall aswell. Litania's
amazonian height was something Serena wished to use to
her advantage. No men would dare interrupt their conversations
if she was talking to Litania, for it was a known fact
that Litania much enjoyed swordplay and training horses,
so she was quite strong. Most men shied away from her
for mainly those reasons, but she didn't mind. Her eyes
were set upon Serena's second cousin, Kenneth Kanterburn.
Serena hurriedly made her way over to Litania, who
embraced her tightly before excitedly launching into a
story about her latest adventure of the week. She happily
listened to Litania's interesting story, laughing at the
humorous parts and gasping with delight when something
amuzed her. She noticed, however, that a group of men
were stealthily making their way over to the table where
herself and Litania sat. Deciding it was now the time to
make her exit, she apologetically interrupted Litania
in mid-story and related their current situation. Litania
found the information quite ammuzing, for she smiled and
suggested they take refuge with Mina and Amilia near the
refreshments section. Timing their exit perfectly, they
slipped away while using the couple passing by
as a shield. The men gazed confusedly at the empty
chairs before dissappointedly nursing their pride and
trying to find another group of beautiful young women
to sweep off to the dance floor.
A young man was politely chatting with Mina and Amilia
as Serena and Litania approached. When Mina waved them over,
the man turned in their direction and Serena cursed under
her breath.
'Ladies do not swear' her mother's voice rang in
her head.
'Ladies also are not stalked by older men' she grumbled
back mentally.
The young man chatting with Mina and Amilia was none
other than Darien Foremont.
Serena did her best to plaster on a smile for Mina and
Amilia, though it was quite difficult to do so, for Darien was
looking at her oddly. She had managed to elude his presence
throughout the last 5 balls, either he not being in attendence,
or she herself being lucky enough to be strategically hidden
whenever he had been close to her.
The group then launched into recent gossip and love
affairs, which Darien detested and Serena tolerated, for it
kept her busy and the young men away. She hid her slight
smile upon seeing the gears in Darien's head turn, thinking
of a way to excuse himself from the conversation without
being rude.
Finally, Serena announced that she needed a drink
and offered an apologetic smile before slipping away from the
protection the group provided, hurrying to the drink table
to quench her parched throat. Unknowingly, Darien excused
himself to keep her company, and trailed behind her. He
caught her elbow and she ceased her movement. Turning
her wide saphire blue eyes to him, he grinned rakishly
and ran a hand through his hair.
"Dear Serena, would you care to dance?" he asked
sincerely. She shook her head.
"Darien, I would much like to get a drink. My throat
is dry. Perhaps afterwards I would accept your offer."
**********
Her mind drifted as she did the same in his arms. It
seemed, to her, as if they were dancing on a cloud. Darien
was managing to look intimidating, effectively discouraging
any of the men from interrupting them, and she sighed in
exasperation.
"Don't you have one of your fanclub members to dance
with? I had promised Kalvin Kristmont that I would spare
him a dance, but from the looks of it, you seem to be taking
each one." her voice was rather annoyed yet relaxed, and she
allowed him to lead her expertly around the dancefloor. He
looked down at her with a surprised and an almost hurtful
expression upon his handsomely chisled face.
"Serena, I'm hurt. You wish to leave my arms for
another man less worthy than I of your presence? Your
mother would certainly have something to say about it
if you were to dance with Kristmont anyway." his words
were chastising and she felt a light blush stain her
cheeks. To her, she heard only a teasing tone.
"I do not wish to be rid of you entirely, but I
am recieving the most cruel looks from women around the room.
I believe a few are envious, and it wasn't my choice to
dance with you in the first place. I believe they misunderstand
our relationship."
"What relationship is that?" he casually inquired,
glancing about the room to give smug looks at many of the
young men who were glaring daggers his way, wondering how
he had been so lucky as to be dancing with the richest,
most beautiful single woman in the room.
"That we're merely partners in crime, and not in love."
Serena replied, masking her sad/hopeful look.
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~*~*~*~*Chapter Two*~*~*~*~
"Never in love?" he questioned once again casually.
She nodded slowly before moving closer and resting her cheek
on his chest.
"I don't think it's possible for us. We've known
each other for quite a long time."
"About thirteen years, I think." Darien supplied,
his chest vibrating slightly as he spoke. Serena did
not see his expression of sorrow barely masked.
"Mmhmm." came her reply, at a loss for words.
His cologne was making her lightheaded, and she fought
to stay alert.
His chamring smiles were disarming, and his
male scent was succeeding in luring her to her doom.
"Serena," he suddenly pulled away and she looked
up slightly confused.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to take a walk in the gardens?"
he looked like a little boy as he looked down at her
with hope, ebony black bangs falling into stormy midnight
blue eyes. The corners of her mouth twitched and she
nodded her head.
"I suppose it would be nothing new. You always
seem to lure me away from the pack, you wolf." she teased
and Darien grinned.
"This way, my little sheep." he murmured and began
to lead her to the doors. They got their coats and strolled
out the back doors of the mansion, arm in arm.
The wind seemed to go right through her light
cover and caused goosebumps to appear on her exposed flesh.
She shivered and moved closer to the warmth of Darien's
body, hoping to shield herself from the wind. Inturn,
he wrapped one strong arm around her waist. She smiled
appreciatively up at him and sighed, contented in his
warm embrace. They weaved through the garden, following
the paths and occasionally running into another couple.
As they neared a bench, Darien requested they take
a break and rest upon it.
They were soon seated beside eachother, Serena
held warm and safe in his arms.
"Serena." the queer sound in his voice made her look
up in concern.
"Yes?"
"How long have I known you?" seeing his obvious
discomfort, Serena smiled slightly.
"More years than I wish to count. Why do you
ask?"
"Maybe you-"
"Serena! Thank goodness I found you!" her mother's
voice reached their ears and soon her form was standing
before the seated couple.
"Mother, is there something the matter?" Serena
went to her mother's side.
"Serena, we must leave for London immediately!"
Serena sprung back in shot, her hand going to her heart.
London is where her grandparents lived.
"What's going on?" Darien asked, his eyes shifting
from the shocked Serena to the panting Serenity.
"Your father's parents are deathly ill. They've
requested our presence at KennleSmith Manor."
"Why would they want us at the manor instead of
their summer home where they usually reside?" Serena
questioned. It didn't seem logical for her grandparents
to want them immediately. They were very patient people,
even when it came to holiday visits.
"Serena, don't be so naive. They know they haven't
much time left. Your grandmother is certain less than a
month is left before her clock stops. It's impolite to
talk of such family matters infront of company. I'm sorry
Darien, but Serena must come with me at once." with that
said, Serenity grabbed the slim wrist of her daughter and
began to drag her out of the gardens. Darien stood in
a stupor as Serena disappeared from his view and out of
his life.
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~*~*~*~*~*Chapter Three*~*~*~*~
The raindrops splattered against the cold windowpane
and traveled down the thin glass to the ledge. Her eyes
were dry but the skies cried for her. She had used all
her tears. It had been two months since the day at the
ball, and both of her father's parents were dead. Her
mother seemed to be growing thinner too, and she was
very much surprised when her mother told her that her
grandparents had left their entire fortune and estates
to Serena alone. Serenity was well enough off with the
fortune their son had left her in his will, so they
found no need to leave her anything. And then the time
soon came for Serenity to return to their home for there
were several business matters that needed her immediate
attention. Serena staid at the manor that now belonged
to her. She slept in the masterbedroom, sat in the
guest parlor and ate in the dinning room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Two Years Later*~*~*~*~*~*~
She seemed to enjoy the solitude that the manor provided, until
one day she returned from her morning horse ride to discover
she had a visitor. The house service had let whoever it
was inside, and when she entered the house through the
kitchen's entryway, the cook told her that a man had
come to see her and he was waiting in the sitting room.
She thanked Margret (the cook) and hurried up to her room
to change. Slipping out of her riding habit, she pulled
on a simple pink day dress with a burgandy cover dress
making sure to tie the clothbelt in a fancy knot. After
quickly brushing her hair she pulled it into an elegant
ponytail with it's golden waves flowing loosely down
her back. The scent of fresh strawberries and the
wind clung to her body and hair. After cramming her
feet into a pair of pink and burgandy heeled slippers,
she rushed down the stairs and to the sitting room.
The butler opened the doors for her and she gracefully
strolled in. The man was standing with his back to her,
looking at one of the many magnificient oil paintings
that hung on the hundreds of walls of KennelSmith Manor.
She cleared her throat and the man turned toward
her. His handsomely chisled face seemed etched with
worry and then he smiled as his eyes fell on her.
"Serena, how glad of you to see me." he replied
and embraced her.
"Darien?" Her arms tightened their grasp around
his shoulders.
"It's been so long." His voice seemed to drip
with sadness and relief. He held her tightly to him,
her body next to his, her feet barely touching the
ground.
"What is it that you've come to see me for?" she
was highly confused. She hadn't heard from him since
the night in the garden those several months ago.
He slowly put a little distance between them.
Gazing down at her sparkling blue eyes, he knew he
had to tell her. It was his duty.
"I came to give you a message."
There was a sudden knock on the doors and they
opened without Serena calling for it. Martha
GreyStone, Serenity's long-time friend, entered,
draped in all black.
"Oh!" she jumped back slightly upon seeing how
close Serena and Darien were to each other.
Serena stepped away from Darien after a curious
look. His face was pale as he gazed at Martha.
"Have you told her yet, Endymoin?" Martha's voice
was cold and demanding. Serena had never heard her talk
in such a tone.
Her blue eyes shifted to Darien, who's face was no
longer pale, and seemed to be frowning, if not glaring at
Martha.
"I was just about to." he managed to reply. His
tone seeped with disgust.
"Tell me what?" Serena asked confused. He
looked over to her and his face softend.
"Serena, -"
"Your mother is dead." Martha cut in. Serena
simply stared at her. Endymoin whipped an arm around Serena's
shoulders and pulled her to him, her face burrying itself in
his shoulder as he glared with obvious hatred at Martha. Her
icy green eyes reflected nothing but repugnance for him as well.
The tears poured from Serena's eyes and she held Endymoin
tightly, as if the floor would open up and swallow her. He inturn
held her with as much security as he could offer.
"Leave us!" he commanded Martha. She merely smiled and
walked out of the room. His voice softened and he gently drew
Serena from her place in his arms. "Serena, I'm sorry that
Martha told you so suddenly. I was going to break it to you
slowly." She stumbled backwards, in her effort to get away.
"W-when did she go?"
"It was two days ago."
"How?" Her questions were fired at a rapid pace. He took
her hands into his own.
"My darling Serena, your mother was very sick."
"For how long!?" she nearly snapped.
Endymoin took a step back, in shock that she had exploded
in anger.
"Sere, she didn't want you to know." he tried to reason,
but felt that deep down, Serena had been right in her rage.
Her own mother hadn't told her she was suffering. His heart
cried out for her, and he held his hand toward her. "Please,
Serena. It was for the best." his eyes begged her to take his
hand. Cold cerulean jewels twinkled with tears as she looked
from his outstretched hand, to his remorseful eyes. Her anger
was like a fire that had just had a bucket of water thrown over
it. Slowly, her hand went to his, and he squeezed it gently.
"What else did you come here for?" her voice was chilled and
held no emotion other than sadness as the once melodic sounds dripped
from her mouth.
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In Tears
With Love
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