A/N: I thought that since these were so short that I'd post four chapters.

He walked slowly. He missed her. Her smile. Her big blue eyes. It had been two days. Two very long days since he had seen his beloved. He wanted to hold her in his arms again. To kiss her lips. He sighed. He still hadn't been able to find her. It was probably the guardian's fault. Guardians, he snorted. They were always getting in his way. He'd take great joy in killing that cat. The thought of wrapping his hands around the animals small neck and squeezing until its eyes bugged made his lips lift in a feral smile. His first smile in two days. Now he smiled just to see blonde hair but when he discovered that they were not Serena he would frown and walk off, his mood a little darker.

He needed to kill something. It was the only thing that could lighten his mood. This time he spotted blonde hair but his mood darkened even more to see that the girl did have long blonde hair but it was not Serena. She was standing with a girl with a brown ponytail dressed in green, a girl with short blue hair dressed in blue, and a girl with long black hair dressed in red. He sat on a bench and listened to their conversation, wishing one of them would separate herself from the group so he could pick her off like a lion would a young gazelle.

"How's she holding up? Rini said she saw Darien the other day," the one in green said.

"Yes," the one with blue hair stated. "I don't think she really wants us to know how much she misses him but she hasn't seemed like her usual self since his accident."

"Well, I think she just needs to stop acting like such a baby. He'll come back to her when he's good and ready. He always does," the raven haired girl said. The blonde simply nodded. Her. He wanted to kill her for deceiving him. For making his hopes rise then dashing them like a million scattered stars.

He wanted to make her bleed.

He could feel his control over his blood lust slipping. I could kill all four of them, his mind whispered. He shook his head at the notion. As much as he wanted to he couldn't have them all. Just one...or two. The girls where starting to walk off but the blonde's last sighed comment had him rooted to his seat, the words echoing mercilessly in his mind. "Poor Serena..."

Written By: Mystery Man (lketeru--dohai)