She's Only Evil.

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Chapter 1

PAIN

Serena became aware. The first thing she felt was pain. An immense pain flowing throughout her body. She tried to move, to scream but she couldn't. The pain was as if the entire of her insides were on fire. She tried to make sense of things but she ended up even more confused. The burning pain didn't help matters either. When ever she felt close to an answer to something, her insides would twist and rip causing all thought to flee, leaving her mentally gasping in pain. She could feel her body, through the pain, she knew she was whole. One question kept popping into her head. Why wasn't she dead? …

...Days flew by, the pain residing slightly only to gather more in her heart. It constantly felt like she was having a heart attack. It was then she realised she could move her muscles, but she held onto them, holding them to her sides, holing in the pain. She felt it reside felt her body numb out. Slowly she relaxed her body. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked about only to be greeted by blackness. She tried to breath in air, to try and calm herself down, only to realise that it did nothing for her, she couldn't feel it inside her. Her arms reach out into the darkness only to be stopped inches away from her body. It was hard, and cold. Her hands searched along the surface, feeling the roughness of it. She realised it was wood, the hard cold object that surrounded her was wood. She felt panic began to take over her, waiting for the hyperventilation to kick in, but she felt nothing. Her mind reeled as her hands pushed and punched against the wood. She heard the creek of it as it splintered, spilling cold dry soil into her face. Her hands tore at the wood, breaking it, pulling more and more dirt into it. She pulls her body through the hole in the wood and desperately tried to pull herself up through the soil. Her hand reached out into the cold night air and she pulled herself through, her nails scrapping at the dirt around her making it. She crawled to the edge and coughed, breathing in the air. She wanted to cry. She huddled up into a ball on the side and waited for the tears. Her body shook with the sobs but no tears fell. She rolled out and looked around her. She was in a graveyard. She looked back to where she had crawled from. Horror struck her, widening her eyes as she starred at the sunken soil. She was buried alive....

Darien drank his coffee, not feeling the hot liquid as it burnt his mouth, not tasting the bitterness of it. His best friend, Andrew looked at him, concern all over his face. Darien had been like this for a week, ever since Serena was found dead. He didn't understand this comatose that had taken over Darien. Obviously it was a sad time for everyone but he seemed to be taking it the hardest. Darien glanced up as Andrew stopped in front of him, topping his cup up. He lifted it to his lips immediately, feeling the scolding liquid as it hit his lips. He lived for things like it, it was the only thing he could feel. He was an empty shell without her here.

"Darien, are you all right? I mean I know it's bad and all that but... you not really here. Look at the girls, they seem to be happy, to be getting on with their lives." Darien flinched as he remembered seeing the sailor scouts getting on with their own lives, as if nothing back had happened. He remembered when Sailor Moon transformed back into herself, into Serena. His heart had broken all over again. Why did it have to happen to her? She was so sweet and innocent. It should have been him, no one would have missed him. He flinched as he thought about what she would have said to that. He looked up at his best friend and answered from his heart.

"she was always there for me. Everyday I would tease her and feel whole with her around. Turned out that I ended up being her only friend." Andrew was taken back, his eye flickering to the laughing group of girl in their normal booth. "I know you think they were her friends but that's not the truth. They abandoned her, called her names and I was the only one there for her. It's my fault, I should have gotten there sooner, I should have been able to save her...." he drifted off, sorrow all over his face. Andrew placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, moving away to tend to another customer.

Maybe he was right, maybe he was holding on too tightly. He just couldn't get her face, her blue eyes, out of his mind. He only wished that he had known who she was. Maybe he would have been nicer to her, maybe he could of told her that he loved her. Shutting his eyes tightly he held onto his cup with both hands. He would never be able to tell her now. She was his angel, his anchor on life. Pushing away from the table, he put some money down and left. The night air was bitter and cold and it suited him perfectly.

She pulled herself off the ground and made her way through the cemetery and through a park. The night was dark, a strong wind was blowing, it was evident in the trees around her. But she felt nothing. She stopped at the foot of an apartment building and she looked up. She could smell something. It was so sweet, almost sickly to the taste as it floated up her nostrils. Before she knew what she was doing, she had scaled the side of the building and was standing on a balcony. The door was opened. She moved forward and looked around in the darkness. Everything was so acute, she could tell everything in the room. A sound of movement caught her attention. She turned and looked at the young woman in front of her. Her brown hair was long and matted with grease. Her skin was a sickly pale colour. She starred at the barred arms of the girl. There were various puncture holes. Serena moved closer, the sweet smell she picked up down on the street was coming from her. The girls mouth was moving slowly, her words slurred, but Serena couldn't decipher the meaning. She leaned her face into her neck, her hands clamped onto the girls arms. She licked the thumping vein in her neck, feeling her own excitement rise. She wanted to bite into that jumping thing, to feel it struggle to move under her teeth. She bit down, trapping it, cutting through it. The girl tried to move away. Serena could feel the heat of the liquid that tasted so sweet as it filled her mouth. Her mind had run away, not wanting to know what she was doing. All she could feel was the warmth of the liquid, the sensation of the fluttering heart beat as it slowed down. Serena's cold skin could feel the heat evaporating from the Girls body, her hands tightening on her arms, holding her upright.

Her head felt dizzy, she didn't feel quite right. She pulled away and her mind made a reappearance. Serena starred in shock as the girl fell limply in her arms. Before she could think about any thing she pushed with all her might. The girl stumbled back and fell over the balcony, breaking a pot on her way. Serena ran to the edge, feeling dizzy and sick she watched the body fall to the ground and land in a very uncomfortable position. She took slight into the air and followed her down swiftly, not caring if she came out all right or alive. She didn't want to live like this, like a monster.

Darien starred out of his balcony doors at the nights sky. The wind blew the curtains to the side, causing a shiver down his spine. He stood to close the window. He could hear her neighbour saying something, but he tuned it out. It was well known that the young woman next door had a very bad drug addiction. He grabbed hold of the curtains and was about to pull them close when he heard a pot break. His curiosity getting the better of him he looked out only to see the young woman jump off the balcony. He ran to the railing of his and looked down. He felt sickened at the position she landed in. He pulled out his cell phone and called the emergences. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure. Blonde hair and pale white skin leaned over the railing. He watched amazed as this angel dived off the edge as well. He couldn't but think it was his Serena. He heard a voice on the other side of the line and he answered their questions. Closing his phone he looked over the edge again, expecting to see two bodies there now. He only saw the brunettes. Shaking his head he realised he was hallucinating that Serena was here, was alive. He backed into his apartment and waited for the police to arrive to take his statement.

Throughout the night he answered everything he could, only keeping the appearance of the blonde angel to himself. He wasn't sure yet id he was right in the head. But he couldn't help himself feel a slight hope that it was his Serena. It was a sick thought, to wish that she had come back to him. But he knew that if she did come back to him, he knew he would welcome her....

There you have it!

The next chapter will be based 5 years on from now.

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