Blood Red (version 1)
AU, Serena/Darien pairing. After another round of teasing Serena goes out to a club to put Darien out of her mind. She does when she meets a vampire…… or two. She's bitten and while Darien found it hard to resist her before, it's near impossible to resist her now.
Ethereal. Flowing blonde tresses with silver highlights that hung to her ankles when left down, high cheek bones leading the eye to plump, bow shaped, ice pink lips, a small dainty nose and almond shaped eyes, framed by long, sooty lashes and a colour so rich they put the deepest aquamarines to shame. Despite being only 18 and 5'7 she had the body of a goddess: slim yet toned with curves in all the right places, breasts that were perky and perfectly formed to fill the hands of any man, a ripe, sweet ass that had you combating against tidal waves of lust every time she bent over and legs that seemed to go on forever in their creamy goodness. Her hands were slender and delicate and her feet were small and dainty. She was the epiphany of all things heavenly and here he was, taunting her mercilessly till crystallised tears gathered at the bottom of her oceanic orbs. He had no choice, but to taunt her as it was the only defence he had against the raging hormones that erupted inside him every time she was near, despite their 5 year age gap. The fact that she was the epiphany of all things clumsy helped too.
Out of body experiences were a common feature of his whenever she was concerned: he watched his mouth taunt and tease her while his mind begged for him to take her in his arms and chase away all the hurt and pain he'd caused. On this particular occasion he knew he'd gone too far when she didn't even fight back, instead she gazed up at him with soulless eyes, empty and ice cold, devoid of all and any emotions she might have once held captivated within their depths. The intoxicating smell of peaches and cream wafted towards him as Serena fled from arcade, head hung as if in shame, body hunched over as if to protect herself against any more on slaughters that she might endure. Damnination. He didn't need the 'reassuring' pat on the back to know that he'd crossed the invisible yet highly prominent line that he'd recklessly boarded on since he first met Serena.
The sharp, rippling echo of a smooth pebble shattering a mirror resounded throughout the room. A spectrum shimmer sparkled in the air like rainbow dust for a few precious seconds as the moonlight that streamed in through the window reflected off their miniature surfaces. Her harsh breathing filled the deafening silence that followed the mirror's demise, her hair floated around her in a silver cloud as she clenched and unclenched her delicate hands into fists, body coiled like a serpent preparing to strike. She tried to erase the incessant voices in her head, to have them fade back into the background. Yet round and round they flowed, playing on an endless loop: the voices of her friends, family and enemies chanting the same things over and over again like the haunting melody of a refrain. Especially his, her main tormentor, the bane of her existence: Darien Shields. She knocked her wrists against her temples as she tried to regain control. A hard tremor travelled down her spine as closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her eyes held a penetrating calmness when they reopened, as if she had found the soul searching answer to the meaning of life. Casting a wary eye over the mirrors shards, she padded her way across the thread bare carpet and made her way into the bathroom. The harsh glare of the light bulb blinded Serena for a few seconds before her eyes adjusted and she was able to navigate her way towards the shower. The hot air rose in droves, accompanied by the rhythmic sounds of water beating against skin. Soon silence occurred, then the soft 'click' of a lock being opened. Her bare feet once again padded across the worn carpet as she made her way towards her antique closet, being mindful of the mirrors shards that were buried in the carpet like deadly treasures. Tiny beads of water raced down her porcelain skin as she contemplated what to wear to "Blood Red": the hot, new club that was opening downtown.
Heaving a sign she made a mental promise to forget all about the sufferings she experienced in the last week and to just let go and have some fun. Feeling more determined she opened her closet's doors and shuffled through the various articles of clothing present. Deciding on a midnight blue corset with black silk ties criss-crossing down the middle of her back, a low slung grey puff miniskirt with navy and sky blue lines, white lace gloves, a white lace shrug that stopped just underneath her breasts and a pair of white leather stilettos with 4-inch silver heels. Her silvered hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, not a strand out of place. Thick black eyeliner, black mascara and dark grey eye shadow created a smoky, smouldering loo round her eyes and her lips glistened under a coating of pale pink lip gloss. Switching off the lone light in her room, she made her way out of her flat and into the icy embrace of the night. Beaming lights flickered to life in the dark as a car engine geared into existence. Tires screeching on the hard tarmac were heard throughout the neighbourhood, but the car's driver was numb to everything but the pure adrenaline rush of darting round twists and turns with only the moonlight and headlights to guide her. Music possessing heavy bass lines pulsed through her body like a second heart beat, further isolating her from any outside influences.
Suddenly, neon lights of all colours enchanted her sight as she entered downtown. Sweet and sour aromas tickled her sense of smell as she kept on driving through the city many roads until she left the vibrant nightlife behind and entered the darker side of downtown. Cutting the cars engine, she once again stepped out into the icy embrace of the night, silence her only friend. She felt a slight daze over take her senses and found herself glancing around the deserted alley she'd pulled up in. She clicked her way across the cobbled ground and into the hazy fog that seemed to fill the alleyway. Soon she became lost in the maze it created, but she felt no fear. Blinking she found herself staring at an ominous metal grey door. Not stopping to consider her actions, she rapped on the door with her small knuckles twice. A little slot opened and the person looking out drawled in a monotone voice, "Password". Again she didn't consider the consequences of her actions as she replied, "Champagne kisses". The slot abruptly closed and the dull squeak of a bolt sliding across rusted metal echoed in Serena's mind. The door opened smoothly and the person behind it said, "Welcome to Blood Red."