Guess what? I still don't own the characters of Sailor Moon. B-U-M-M-E-R.
AN: I apologize SO MUCH for the lack of updates on this fic. As I've mentioned before, I had a computer crash (with all my typed chapters on it) and have dealt with a lot of badness over the past few years, so that's what my deal is. I'm sorry to those that have been waiting for an update and I hope that you'll still be interested in reading it.
I won't promise super frequent updates, as I have several fics I'm working on right now, but I'll try to keep it rolling as best as I can. I don't think this fic will be super long, either, so don't be shocked if it moves rather quickly.
Expect AU drama, a touch of foul language and a very trusting girl. This fic is admittedly very farfetched, but bare with it. It's total fantasy, obviously. It's jus' like shojo manga! Woo! I think that's part of its charm and that's how I want it so nah nah. *raspberry*
So here we go with Chapter 2. Hope you like!
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Lita frowned as Serena's voice mail picked up, wondering to herself how and why her friend always managed to skirt any fun they had planned.
"She's not picking up," she announced with irritation, shutting her phone and tossing it onto the couch without bothering to leave a message.
"Figures," the raven haired girl perched on the arm griped, tossing her long hair over her shoulder with a flourish.
"She always does this. We plan something and she just completely flakes out on us. I'm about done with trying," Lita announced, crossing her arms against her chest.
"I say we go over there tonight. She's not getting away with it this time," Raye declared, getting to her feet.
"I thought for sure she'd come with us this time. I worry about her, you know? I guess we can find something to do in the meantime," Lita said, grabbing her keys from their hook on the wall.
"Yeah, like window shopping, since I'm woefully broke. I guess we'll see what kind of excuse she has this time," Raye said, following the tall brunette out of the room.
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Her head was already starting to hurt, the first sign that she needed to take her medications, though she couldn't tell if it were that or the situation she currently found herself in.
As she lay sleeping in her room, she'd awakened to find a stranger invading the sanctity of her space. And not just any stranger, but a vampire, nonetheless. A vampire. Did such things even truly exist? She'd turned the idea over in her mind at least a dozen times, yet still kept coming back to the reality she was facing. As insane as it seemed, the man was indeed just that. She'd seen it with her own eyes, though she was still struggling to believe it.
He'd left her for a time, her body immediately growing cold as he gently pulled back, again covering her with the sheet with care.
"Rest now," he'd instructed, giving her hand a squeeze before exiting the large, dark room. She'd watched his retreating form, her eyes closing as she allowed sleep to take her.
Not knowing how long she'd slept or what time of day it was, Serena peered about the room, noting the dark window coverings that kept the daylight at bay. The bed she lay upon was massive, seeming wide enough to accommodate five people. Dark sheets covered it, made of the finest silk and gentle against her skin. The ceiling was high and ornate, and she soon realized that she was in an immense building, considering the size of the bedroom itself. She was sure she could easily fit three or four rooms the size of her bedroom into this one, her eyes taking in the dormant fireplace on the side wall and the dark couch towards the center of the room. The air was a bit chilled around her and only then did she notice that a heavier blanket had been draped across her. Grateful of its warmth, Serena wondered where the vampire called Endymion had disappeared to, soon cursing herself for caring.
Suddenly, as if he'd been summoned, Endymion breezed through the door, his smile greeting her as he made his way over to the bed. Though still utterly perturbed by what amounted to her kidnapping, Serena couldn't help but shrink back from him a bit as he came to sit upon the mattress next to her.
"How are you feeling?" he wondered, his hand moving automatically to smooth along the softness of her cheek.
"My head kinda' hurts, but I'm fine," she answered, shocked to find herself leaning into his hand. He seemed pleased by her actions, moving a bit closer to her. She watched him warily, though she couldn't force herself to move away from him. Something about this man was overwhelmingly attractive, and it wasn't just his good looks. He seemed quite adept at the art of seduction, a thought that disturbed her a bit.
"You must be hungry. I'll have a meal prepared for you," he told her, her protest soon to follow.
"I can't stay here," she said, causing his brows to furrow.
"And why is that?" he wondered, leaning forward, his breath beating against her lips, causing her to swallow hard. Her eyes locked with his, deep blue like the ocean under the cloak of night. She felt herself becoming lost within them, his gaze almost hypnotic.
"My friends will wonder where I am, and I have to be at work tomorrow," she said, causing a deep chuckle to escape him.
"My dear, you have no need to worry over such things. I'll help you forget all that," he assured her, her eyes closing as his lips brushed against hers. He was quick to notice, his lips touching hers more intensely, his hands moving to hold her face between them. Serena was effectively losing herself to his assault, her body seeming to move of its own accord.
She moved to sit up on her knees, her arms slowly slipping about his neck, her head positively spinning as she returned his wicked kiss. She thought herself mad before all thoughts left her, his hands slipping under her tank top to run along the bare skin of her back. She shivered, his tongue slowly invading her mouth, tangling with hers as she felt her body warming against her will.
Though she'd been unceremoniously plucked from the world she knew and deposited into a frightening place by someone not even human, she couldn't help but lose herself to his intoxicating kiss. It wasn't until she heard the growl rumbling in his throat that her eyes shot open, her hands moving to press against his chest to put a bit of space between them. He looked down upon her, noticing how labored her breaths were, a smile touching his lips.
"Stop," she managed, attempting to catch the breaths she'd been denied. He seemed both amused and disappointed, still leaning in towards her.
"Stop? But I was sure that you were enjoying yourself," he pointed out, causing fire to rise in her cheeks. Of course he was right, a realization that made her curse herself inwardly. She wasn't sure why she was being so trusting with this man, this vampire that had abducted her from her home in the middle of the night, only that something about him seemed to be putting her in a trance.
"Just…don't touch me for a second," she muttered, holding her hand to her head as the room seemed to spin around her. Withdrawal was attempting to set in, and she knew how sick she would be, should she not take her meds soon. Noticing her distress, Endymion's hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her.
"If you realized how much I long to touch you, you wouldn't request such a thing of me," he said, looking into the same blue eyes he'd drowned in many a time before. His hand moved to comb through her flaxen hair, her eyes looking him through. Though it was styled differently than it had been before, it was still all too familiar to him.
His words unnerved her, but still she sat there, unable to force herself to flee. Where would she even go if she managed to escape the room? Serena knew that for the meantime, she was stuck here with him, though part of her didn't find the idea to be so beastly.
"I have to go back," she reminded him. "I have medication at my apartment that I have to take. If I don't, bad things will happen," she said, a look of concern crossing his face.
"Medication? Are you unwell?" he asked, his worry evident in his voice. She looked at him, sighing mightily as she prepared to give her shoddy explanation.
"Yeah, I'm sick, but it's…it's a mental thing," she said, wondering if the revelation would affect him as it had every other man she'd known in the past couple of years.
"What sort of "mental thing"?" he questioned. Though she was unaware of it, he had quite the knowledge of such things. He was sure that her answer would be connected to the scars he's seen on her body before, a thought that saddened him greatly.
"I'm a bit crazy," she revealed, "and without my meds, I can be quite the train wreck."
She watched with wide eyes as his hands took hold of the covers, drawing them down until she sat exposed to his view. He reached out, his fingers trailing along her the scars on her thigh.
"Tell me more about this," he prompted. She could tell that he was genuinely concerned and not simply trying to drive her to madness. She thought for a moment, unsure of where to begin.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you, really. I was fine until I lost my parents. That pretty much fucked me up," she told him. He saw the pain wash across her beautiful face, his own heart aching upon seeing such a thing. So her parents were no longer with her. Though he would never tell her, he felt a small relief washing over him. Perhaps this would make things easier for her in the end, he thought.
"They died in a car crash three years ago. I haven't been the same since," she said, sighing as she closed her eyes, the same familiar memories of that fateful day assaulting her.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure it's been painful for you," he told her, before she spoke once more.
"Yeah, it's been rough. On top of that, I've had a few bad relationships …" she trailed off, seeing the sudden anger flashing in his eyes.
"I see. You've been with others," he said darkly, his displeasure obvious as he looked away. The mere thought of another man touching her was enough to cause his rage to erupt, though he kept himself in check, not wanting to frighten her.
Serena felt like a heel, though she wasn't sure why it felt so wretched to see him in such a state. The odd familiarity she felt when she was around him was starting to nip at her, though she attempted to ignore it in order to continue with her explanation.
"Well, yes. I'm only human," she said, only causing his anger to rise. She watched as his cool collection deteriorated, almost fearful of what he would do next.
"Is that what humans do? Drift from partner to partner?" he wondered, his voice controlled despite being laced by venom.
"Like you haven't," she blurted, immediately realizing fault. The hurt that washed across his face was nearly more than she could bear.
"Actually," he began, "if you had an inkling of how long I've waited for you, how long I've denied myself the pleasures of the flesh, perhaps you wouldn't be so quick to accuse me of such a thing," he said, his voice still collected despite his words.
"In fact, you should realize that right now, at this very moment, I should be ravaging you here in my bed, which has been cold and lonely without you," he told her, his words sending chills racing along her spine.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she managed, sliding back against his headboard as he crawled towards her. He stopped a breath from her, her legs on either side of his body as she watched him intently.
"You will. Perhaps the sooner you know, the sooner you'll begin to remember me…all the times we spent together before you were taken from me. It's been so long, Serenity. If only you could remember," he said, her obstinate nature refusing to fade.
"My name's not Serenity," she retorted, wondering exactly what mental disorder he was suffering from to speak such things.
"It was, long ago. I have lived through decades of pain that I never knew existed to find you, to have you by my side once more. It matters not to me what you are called. You are my Serenity, and that is all that matters to me. You are all that matters to me," he told her, causing her heart to throb within her chest. As he spoke, a pain shot through her, a flash of memory dancing through her mind.
She saw Endymion looming over her, felt the shock of the momentary pleasure as it coursed through her. She gasped, causing him to lean forward, his strong arms going around her.
"Did you see something surprising?" he wondered, smoothing his hand along her hair soothingly. She looked up at him questioningly, wondering how he knew of what she'd just experienced.
"Can you read minds, too?" she asked, a smirk appearing upon his handsome face.
"I don't have the need. I know you well," he said, the feeling of her in his arms pure bliss. He'd traveled the world over, had seen many years and people pass him by. Finally, at long last, his search had ended in his favor, his beautiful girl, the love he'd lost so long ago back in his arms. Never would he let her go again, he vowed silently, taking in the sweet scent she carried, as scent that he thought he'd never know again. He pulled back, his fingers tracing along the scars on her upper arm, a frown touching his lips.
"About these scars," he said, suddenly changing the subject entirely, leaving her wondering exactly what he was attempting to do to her psyche. She watched him, a bit taken aback by the tenderness he displayed.
"After my parents died, I started cutting myself. It was the only thing that made me feel anything. I lost myself for a while and when it came to its worst…I tried to kill myself. I took a bunch of sleeping pills and chased them with liquor, but my friend found me and got me to the hospital before…" She trailed off, seeing the hurt wash across his face at her words. Never had he imagined hearing such a thing from his beloved, though he realized that this was a different life than that she had lived so long ago. She'd gone through so much in her short life and he cursed himself for not being there when she had needed him most.
"So after that, I was in a psych ward for a while. They watched me night and day and started experimenting with different drugs until they found the ones that kept me relatively sane. Since then, I haven't been so irrational. I felt like there was no reason for me to keep living, and to be honest, I'm still not sure that there is a reason," she admitted, his hand taking hold of hers. She looked at him, positively drowning in the fathomless depths of his ocean blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I should've been there. But now, I'll become your reason. Never again will you have to experience such things alone. Should you feel any pain, I will be there to chase it away. You never have need to be hurt again, not while I am near," he told her, his hand touching her cheek softly. His words touched her deeply, her heart throbbing as he brought her hand to his lips, placing a kiss upon her palm.
"You don't want me. I'm broken," she said, before his lips claimed hers once more, her back leaning against the pillow behind her as he trapped her between his body and the headboard.
Serena felt her body, responding without her consent. When his lips touched hers, she couldn't help herself. It was as if he'd cast some spell upon her, leaving her totally pliant in his hands. A whimper escaped her as his body pinned her to his mattress, his lips punishing as he parted her lips, tasting her. Much to her displeasure, he broke their heated kiss, his forehead touching hers.
"You have no idea how wrong you are. You're perfect and I don't want anyone but you," he breathed, causing a small laugh to escape her.
"I'm far from perfect," she said, looking down at her scars.
"But you are. All of this is a part of you, and I love all of you," he told her, his charm nearly getting the best of her. Though she had no reason to trust him, she realized that he'd not given her any reason not to. Plus, she thought, if he kept on touching her, she was unsure of what she'd end up doing. She looked at him, her eyes pleading as she made her request.
"Take me home. I need my meds," she said, causing a sigh to escape him.
"My willful girl. You always were like this. Fine, but you'll stay here until nightfall. We can't have anyone seeing you as you are," he pointed out, "thought the sight pleases me to no end."
"Will you stop that?" she asked, watching as he got to his feet before offering his hand. She took it cautiously, allowing him to pull her to her feet.
"As you wish. You'll be begging me for attention soon enough," he said smugly as he pulled her behind him, stopping in front of the large closet across the room. He rummaged through it, pulling out a black shirt and proffering it to her. She took it, slipping her arms into it before his hands moved to button it. They then came to rest on either side of her neck, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. His lips touched hers, inciting an all out riot to erupt within her. He slowly rolled up the sleeves, his lips not leaving hers until he'd finished his task.
"Come," he said, leading her out the door and into the corridor. She nearly gaped as she took in the ridiculously large house, which seemed more like a mansion than anything else.
"Wow," she muttered, causing him to smile.
"I take it it's to your liking?" he asked, amused by the sight of her wide eyes.
"Where am I again?" she wondered, knowing that a place such as this couldn't exist within the city.
"We're about an hour from the city, in the mountains. It's nice and peaceful here…no interruptions," he answered, still smiling.
He led her down another hallway, turning the corner to reveal an elaborate spiral staircase which led downstairs. They were met by several servants, others bustling around them as they approached.
"Good afternoon, sir. I take it the lady is well?" a young man asked, bowing slightly as they came near. She suddenly felt sheepish, clad in only her underwear and the borrowed shirt which came down to mid thigh. Even so, no one around her seemed to care that she was so scantily clad.
"She's feeling a bit under the weather. We'll be departing at dusk. Have a car ready, if you would," he answered, his arm lacing about her waist as he continued to lead her on through the house.
"So, do they know about you?" she asked quietly, causing him to chuckle softly.
"Only those that share my affliction," he told her, making her wonder just how common creatures of the night actually were.
"Well then. Serves me right for asking," she mumbled, being led into the gigantic dining room. He pulled out the chair at the head of the table, pushing it in for her as she sat. After a moment, someone appeared with a plate of designer food, the likes of which Serena had never experienced before.
"Are you going to stare at it or eat it?" Endymion teased, watching as she lifted her fork. She took a bite, amazed by how wonderful it tasted. She continued to indulge her taste buds while someone else appeared with a goblet, sitting it before her companion before disappearing from the room without a word.
"Dare I ask what's in that?" she wondered, his smile enough to cause her to shiver.
"What do you think it is, love?" he responded, bringing the goblet to his lips. She felt momentarily sick, though she realized that it should be obvious what he was drinking.
"How do you get it?" she asked, her appetite suddenly vanishing, though she forced herself to continue eating so as not to disappoint him.
"Blood banks. We have our own network of distribution," he explained. She watched his tongue taste the corner of his mouth, licking up a spot of red.
"Ah. Learn something new every day," she muttered, finding herself deeply disturbed by the entire concept.
She finished in silence, conscious of how he watched her all the while. For the remainder of the afternoon and on into the evening, Endymion occupied her by showing her around the enormous house, her awe growing with each new room she was shown. By the time dusk approached, she felt like sleeping again, her mind buzzing and her stomach churning. She knew that if she didn't take her meds soon she'd be incredibly sick, a fact that she seemed unable to convey to the vampire that had taken her from her home in the first place.
"I really don't feel so hot," she told him as they neared the front door, a servant opening it for them as they stepped through.
"I'm sorry, dear one. Allow me," he said, the girl shrieking as he lifted her from the ground, her arms going around his neck on instinct. He carried her down the front stairs to the large black car parked out front, the chauffeur holding the door open for them. He sat her down before ushering her inside the car, slipping in beside her. She noticed that there was tinted glass between them and the driver, amazed by how much leg room the car offered.
"You seem tired. Why don't you rest on the way there?" he asked, his arm draping itself around her and pulling her close against him. She turned towards him, surprised as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Though she was tired, she resisted, instead deciding to question him.
"How can you afford all this?" she asked. He seemed amused by her question though he was quick to answer her.
"Wealth has run in my family for generations. The stock market has been good to me as well," he noted. Serena huffed, wondering what it was like to not worry about bills, barely scraping by each month while you slaved away at a dead end job.
"You need not worry about money. You'll be well taken care of," he assured her. She wanted to protest, but she decided to keep quiet as the ride back to the city began.
They rode mostly in silence, Serena finding her head drooping to his shoulder as her eyes became heavy. For some reason, being with him was quite comfortable, though she tried to convince herself otherwise. It seemed the more she attempted to dislike him, the more he charmed her, a fact that was in itself annoying. An hour later, they arrived at her apartment building, Serena waking as her shoulders were shaken gently.
"We're here, love," he informed her, his sentiment both touching and disturbing. She'd never had someone she'd only just met call her such a thing. Darkness had settled and they stealthily made their way to her door under the cover of it. She griped as she realized he'd left her door unlocked the night before, though he seemed to ignore her, ushering her through the door and out of sight before anyone was privy to the sight of his half naked companion.
Serena felt horrible, the very real signs of withdrawal seeming to hit her all at once. She immediately made her way to where several bottles sat on her kitchen counter, retrieving a glass from the cabinet and turning on the tap, filling it. She quickly took her pills, hoping that she'd feel better sooner than later.
Turning back towards her door, she took in the sight of him and it nearly gave her chills. He was a gorgeous creature, tall and broad shouldered, his hair falling into his eyes as he looked back at her.
"Now, I'll help you pack and we'll be off," he told her, striding towards her bedroom door.
"What? Wait," she protested, her hand taking hold of his arm and halting his progress. He looked back at her, his face curious.
"I can't. I told you before that I have to work tomorrow. I need to call my friends and let them know I'm ok, too. I can't go back," she told him, somewhat saddened as she did so.
"And I told you that you need not worry about such things anymore," he reminded her, seeing her place her hands on her hips, her defiant nature springing forth.
"Look, I feel like shit. I think I'm going to be sick at any moment and I don't feel like arguing about this. You can beg, threaten me or use force, but I cannot just leave without a trace. My friends will flip the hell out. So I'm going to go lay down and you can do what you want," she said, brushing past him and disappearing into her bedroom, leaving him to chuckle to himself. My, she was something, just as she'd always been.
He took a moment to retreat outside, waving dismissively to his driver, who soon drove off, disappearing from view. Endymion returned to the apartment, locking the door behind him before dropping his coat on the black futon in her living room. He walked quietly to her room, taking in the sight of her laying on her bed, her back to him with her knees drawn to her chest. Serena's eyes opened wide as she felt her mattress shift, a warm body soon pressing against her back.
"Are you alright?" came his concerned voice, his arm slipping around her waist. She felt incredibly ill, her head spinning a bit as she lay there, reveling in the warmth of his body. She turned to face him, noting how close his face was to hers.
"I really, really don't feel well. But it'll pass. It always does," she told him, allowing him to tuck her under his chin. She felt the rise and fall of his chest, his breaths steady as they lay in silence.
"I'll be fine, Endymion. You don't have to babysit me," she said, feeling him smile against her hair.
"You don't yet understand. I will not leave your side. If you won't come back with me, I'll stay here with you," he informed her, her head rising as she looked up at him.
"But…"
"No complaining. I've already sent my driver off. I'm afraid you're stuck with me, love," he told her, making her wonder if she actually had gone totally insane. However, instead of protesting, she granted his wish, allowing herself to simply enjoy the warmth of his body, the warm scent he carried.
Sometime later, Serena awoke, momentarily confused as to why she found herself in the arms of the strong body lying next to her in her bed. The realization hit her and she looked up to find his eyes gazing back at her.
"How long have I been out?" she asked, stretching a bit as she suppressed a yawn.
"A few hours. Do you feel better now?" he wondered, clearing her messy hair from her face.
"Yeah. I feel pretty good, actually. Did you sleep?" she asked, realizing that her apprehension and caution had disappeared since she'd been in his company. She was sure that he could attack her in her sleep, or even now as she lie next to him. She knew she would be unable to fight him off, but she found no fear to be nagging away at her in the least. Instead, she felt a certain calmness when he was by her side, something that confused her to no end.
"I don't sleep a great deal, though I'll admit it was nice to watch you."
"Do I do tricks in my sleep or something?" she asked, causing him to chuckle.
"No. You're rather angelic, actually. You sleep with your hands curled beneath your chin. You're quite peaceful in sleep," he noted, a smile touching her lips.
"I usually snore," she mumbled, amusing him further.
"You're simply adorable, but I'm sure you realize it," he told her, releasing her in order to sit up, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. Her heart skipped a beat or three as she watched him, wondering what the hell he was up to now.
"What are you…?"
He allowed his shirt to flutter to the floor, his hands then unbuckling his belt, her eyes growing ever wider as her poor heart threatened to give out entirely. He tossed his boots to the floor before slipping his pants off, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers. She was sure she would be sitting in a pool of her own drool at any moment, her hand clutching at her throat as he returned to her side, his hands beginning to unbutton her borrowed shirt. He pushed it off her shoulders, leaving her gaping at him, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
She couldn't speak another word, but only allowed him to gather her in his arms, drawing her close against his chest as his lips began to pay homage to her. She found her arms to be winding around his neck, the heat of his body chasing away the cold that surrounded them. Allowing his tongue to slip between her lips, Serena sighed as his hands trailed along her sides, sliding beneath her tank top to touch her bare skin. She couldn't help but shiver under his hands, his body soon blanketing hers as he laid her down upon her mattress.
His hands gathered her wrists, one pinning her arms above her head as the other dove under her top once more, kneading the tender flesh of her breast, causing a soft moan to escape her. Blind instinct drove her on, her mind full of nothing but the feeling of his body, of his touch upon her skin and his lips as they assaulted her own. She was losing all control, her body craving what she dared not admit aloud. Pulling back, he saw the haze in her eyes, clouded with the same desire he'd longed to know again.
"Don't hold it back, dear one. Just let go," he urged, delighted as her lips crushed against his, her small form struggling beneath him, her arms longing to hold him close to her. He released her, only to pull her top over her head, leaving her chest open to his assault. Pinning her wrists once again, his mouth dipped to the newly bared flesh, causing soft cries to escape her. Her legs laced around him, her hips straining against his, making him well aware of her longing.
Endymion felt his own control slipping away, leaving the feral beast within him to take over. He'd told himself that he could wait until she'd come to understand, but now, after feeling her small body in his arms, after tasting her sweet lips, he couldn't force himself to resist any longer. He'd waited too long, had spent too many lonely nights wishing for her warmth to envelope him, to drive away the hurt he'd felt for so very long.
His tongue swirled around her breast, his mouth causing more moans to escape her. His free hand snaked lower, cupping the space between her thighs, feeling her heat. She cried out as his lips trailed along her bare skin, his teeth nipping here and there.
"I want to touch you," she managed brokenly, his hand releasing her arms. Her hands were quick to smooth along his naked chest, feeling the taught muscles beneath.
"I'm yours," he told her, her arms lacing around him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled his head towards her, her cries drowning in his mouth as his tongue tangled with hers.
As she lay there, lost to his touch, her eyes shot open as a knock sounded at her door, breaking her from her short lived reverie.
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Whoa. Am I famous for my cliffies yet? Am I gonna' get death threats soon if I keep this up? Oops.
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