Kaiba made love to Serenity over and over, the whole day. By nightfall, she lay in his bed, exhausted. He slept too, not getting up again and pulling her to him like he had done for the past few hours. She was so sore every time, but she let him devour her body again and again. She couldn't sleep, but she didn't think of anything else to do but lay in the arms of her lover as the night went on. She was so tired, but too tired to sleep. The window above blended with the darkness, making it seem as if she was looking up into a pale black abyss. She felt no warmth from his body and no heartbeat as he slept, making her feel as if the body beside her was dead. In truth, he was dead. He was a soulless creature, relying on the life of another to keep him in existence. But she had known that the moment she had known the terrible truth of her love for him. He grunted in his sleep, making her jump a little. She turned and saw that he had not stirred otherwise. His sleeping face had always given her some sort of calm, and today was no exception. She smiled and felt, for the first time in days, that she was at some sort of peace with herself. A small smile graced her lips as she leaned forward and placed a soft, undetectable kiss onto his lips. She could've sworn she saw a smirk grace his lips before he rolled over onto his back. And as the peace that she had been holding to her for the past few minutes began to sink in, it quickly disappeared as the body beside her began to shake. She looked over and Kaiba began thrashing, as if trying to get out of a horrible nightmare. Sweat trickled down his face, which were mingled with tears of frustration.
"Don't… please… I didn't mean…" and the words were soon slurred together so that she could not understand.
He's having a nightmare, Serenity thought with a terrible feeling. She reached over and placed her hands on his. He continued thrashing, but her hands stayed firm. His past was coming back to haunt him, and now in turn, it was haunting her. She came over and placed him in a gentle hug.
"It's okay," she told him, hoping her voice would reach him in the realm of nightmares that he himself had made. "It's okay, I'm here with you. I love you, and I'll never leave you. I'm here, so you can calm down now." She felt as if she were talking to a baby, but a minute later the shuddering ceased and he became still again. She wiped the sweat off of his clammy forehead, wondering if she had really reached him or if he had stopped on his own. He placed his hands over her stomach in his now slow movement, and lingered there for a moment until he turned away from her completely.
She took the opportunity to get up and walk back to her room. Wrapping herself in the sheet and nothing else, she crept out the door. Staying with him over night seemed like a wonderful, but unwise prospect for her at that moment. Her room was dark as she entered, and she fumbled for the light switch as she closed the door. But terror seeped into her as she felt a hand brush over hers and turn on the light switch instead. There stood Marik, his figure cloaked in a midnight black cloak. Serenity felt uneasy, but no fear had yet come to her. He stepped forward and took a deep breath, as if becoming accustomed to his surroundings. Then he gave her a curious look.
"You reek of Kaiba," he told her. She remembered that she hadn't taken a shower like she had planned she would. A blush crept to her cheeks as she realized she smelled like him in a number of ways. Marik smirked.
"You're still as innocent as ever, no matter how many times that bastard fucks you."
Serenity didn't know whether this was his way of insulting or complementing her. She stared into his eyes and a hazy feeling started to come over her. She knew what was happening, the many books she had read on vampires in the mansion library giving her knowledge. The full moon gave vampires a boost, but not in power like the new moon. No, the boost was of their charm and allure. She felt him walk forward and stand right in front of her. He took her hands, which held the sheet around her, into his. The sheet fell to the floor, revealing her naked body to him. He smirked at her, his eyes looking her up and down. He ran his hand gently down her arms and stepped closer still. Heat radiated from his body, and the attraction any woman would've felt at that moment was not lost on her. She felt her hands come up to his chest, but he caught both of them in his one hand. He pressed his lips to hers in a ferocious kiss, and she felt herself returning it. What was going on? The haze in her eyes made her unsure whether she was dreaming or not. Out her window, she saw a crescent moon in the air. So, it wasn't the full moon? She should've known better; Marik wouldn't have come into enemy territory by himself. That would've been a death wish. She felt the familiar feeling of losing herself, and watched as he bent and picked up the sheet. He handed it to her, allowing himself to wrap it around her frail body. Then the memory of Kaiba broke the surface of her mind. It was as if, for those few moments, that she had forgotten him completely. She could've slept with the enemy, yet the enemy himself had stopped it. She felt as if she owed Marik a debt now, and the look in his eyes told her that he agreed. But everything was so hazy, she couldn't be sure that everything was real. She saw him pull a chair up and sit, his finger beckoning to her. Kaiba's memory seemed to have vanished from her again. She sat on Mariks' lap, as if she were a part of a harem. He pulled up a table that seemed to come out of nowhere, up beside him. A bottle of wine and two glasses appeared from nowhere. He poured only one glass though. A dark red liquid graced the glass, looking as if it had stained it. He took the glass and tipped her head back, gently pouring the liquid into her mouth. He caressed the back of her neck with his hand, holding her there with an intoxicating firmness. The liquid sloshed around in her mouth, a trickle of it coming down her mouth and staying there. It was an odd taste; it was enjoyable, but then, out of nowhere, a taste of iron filled her mouth. Than something else she was sure she never drank before. And as she swallowed the last of its contents, she felt herself craving the liquid more and more. She looked at him, and she knew he saw the hungry look in her eye. He smirked and shook his head.
"Not tonight my beauty," she heard him say, but through the strong mist that had yet to leave her vision. She knew something very wrong was happening, but what it was, that she did not know. He still held her by the neck as they both stood up. He walked her slowly to the bed, where she hoped/and despised herself for hoping, that he would lay with her. And suddenly he thrust her down onto the bed, and disappeared in shadow. She didn't see this, as her whole world had gone black.
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The next morning, Serenity woke with a head ache and odd memories in her mind. She sat up and thought clearly about the events that had happened, a deep crimson shade coming to her face. She looked around her room quickly. The chair had not moved from its spot in the far corner, and there wasn't a sign that there was ever a table or wine or glasses. She sighed, coming to the conclusion that she had dreamt a very disturbing dream. She looked down at herself, realizing she was still naked beneath her sheet that served as her clothes for the night. They had wrapped themselves tighter around her in her sleep, and she decided a shower would do her some good. She walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on. She made it rather hot, wanting to wash the dream away, along with any evidence of what she had been doing with Kaiba before she had had her dream. She thought that she would still call him by his first name, only if he addressed her by name first. She stepped directly into the shower, not bothering to look at herself in the mirror before hand. If she had looked, she would have seen what looked like dried blood trickling down her lip, which was actually the wine that she had downed only hours earlier. She also would've seen the five, finger sized bruises on the back of her neck. If it had been a dream, they would not have existed.
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Shiori watched the wall of her dark room, as if transfixed on the spot. She had been sending messages with her mind for an hour now, and hoped that he would come to her. Sure enough, she saw a figure appear before her moments later. Marik was panting, but he seemed to be pleased with himself.
"I believe you called my name," he said as he straightened himself.
"Why are you so weak?" she asked, not sensing as much power from him as usual. He sat on the ground, not caring that she had made room for him on the bed.
"It took a lot of energy to do what I did last night, but it was well worth it."
Shiori's cruel eyes brightened with excitement.
"Tell me everything," she said, leaning forward. He didn't answer, but placed his hand to her head. In an instant, she saw everything that had happened between him and Serenity moving in front of her eyes. Then, as it had quickly come, it was gone. Shiori stood still as death for at least ten minutes, than slowly composed herself again.
"Did you and she…?"
"Of course not," he told her, waving his hand impatiently. "Kaiba's connection to that girl is strong, and if she's too close, I'll bet almost anything that he can feel, or at least sense, when she's having major emotions spurts. Pleasure would be considered one of them." He added to silence Shiori's confused look. Then her anger surfaced. Marik was seeing a lot of that lately.
"And?" she asked, clearly impatient with him. "What did you do exactly?" Marik took a small vial from his pocket and showed, what was clearly, the blood red liquid that he had fed Serenity. Shiori gasped.
"Not that, you know that's forbidden to use on any human-"
"Only in your clan," Marik interrupted. "I understand the bond that binds you all. However, I, as having left more than a century ago, am no longer bound." Marik smirked and pocketed the liquid once again. "Kaiba would be most displeased with me if he finds out what I have done. I guess we can say 'angry enough to kill'?" Shiori could only nod. Marik pulled out the vial again.
"Bottled Temptation," Marik said. "Most interesting thing, don't you think?" Shiori didn't move.
"I know you do not truly know what it does Shiori, but you and the rest of your clan are quiet right. It is quiet a horrible little thing. I would know, "Marik said, his smirk widening, "After all, me and your dear Seto Kaiba invented it together." Shiori gaped at him, now resembling a fish, though a beautiful one.
"Yes, I suppose he wouldn't want to admit he had created the very liquid that he had banned. Though, he needn't have done that, as he and I are the only ones who know what it does, and how to make it." He shot Shiori a look, as if asking her, almost daring her, to make an inquiry. She didn't, and he went on.
"Well, I'm not surprised that you recognize it," Marik went on. "Kaiba used to display that around, ranting that if he found anyone with so much as a drop, he'd drain the life from them. Of course, he would have. Never quite trusted me, even though he and I made the blood bond."
"Blood bond?" Shiori asked, her questions showing how much experience she actually lacked. Marik pulled up his sleeve to reveal a long, and what presumably used to be, a deep gash. The scar shone bright on his skin, and Shiori let out a squeak.
"Yes, I paid him dearly. Not that I didn't get something in return," he smirked. "Did you ever notice the long scar that ran down his back?" Shiori didn't have to answer. She had slept with Kaiba so many times, had memorized his body so perfectly, that she knew at once what Marik was talking about.
"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that I am not going to tell you what it does," Marik said. "I only came to tell you that very soon, something will happen. You can interpret what I have just said anyway you like." He looked like he was about to leave when he turned again. "Feel free to play with your puppets again tonight. Just don't let Serenity see."
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Serenity wandered out of her shower, wrapped in only a towel, to discover that she had left her purse in Kaiba's room. Though that normally wouldn't have mattered, she realized that they held her only clean panties, as she had anticipated spending the night at her brother's house. The thought of her brother had been bothering her for two days, and she was sure she could afford to put it off another few hours. He was happy no one was in the hall, and she slowly crept into Kaiba's room. She had expected a small retrieval of her things; she hadn't expected Kaiba to be standing there so that she would bump into him. He looked captivated as he looked at her, and she looked up at him. He wore a black shirt and jeans, looking as carefree as a model in a magazine.
Only better.
"Are you planning to seduce me?" he asked, his voice half mocking, half actual seduction.
"N-n-no," she told him, a blush creeping to her cheeks, though less obvious. She was getting used to things like this happening to her.
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Kaiba looked down at Serenity and felt heat rise for her inside of him. The white towel that wrapped around her made her look like an angel. A seductress angel.
"I…uh…I just came to get my purse," she said quietly. He jerked her head up with his finger and kissed her forcefully, letting all the heat he could get rid of go into it. It wasn't enough. He kissed her long and slow and only broke when she pulled away. He realized that he had his arms around her and was already directing her downward.
"Are you serious?" she asked him. "All last night, and that wasn't enough for you?" Kaiba smirked at her daring, avoiding the fact that she had a point. The feeling that he always felt when he was around her always made him crave her. He gave a small tug on her hair, and she let out a giggle.
"Hey, can you at least wait for me to get changed?" she asked him, feeling his hand snake around her back.
"Why the need?" he asked, nibbling at her neck. "If I have my way, and I usually do, you won't be wearing anything in the next few minutes."
The boldness of his words made her face turn a deeper shade of red than her hair, and she fell backward with him onto the floor.
Why is he so desperate? She wondered. She loved him, and making love to him was something she would've done anytime, anywhere on his request. But yesterday, as he used her over and over for his sexual needs, she felt as though she were merely a battery. Something he needed to recharge. She felt his hand slip inside her towel, caressing her private skin, but her thoughts of doubt wouldn't leave. She pushed him away slowly, so that his eyes met hers.
"You have things to do," she told him softly, not forgetting that he was still on top of her, crushing her beneath his weight. "And so do I." He looked at her with a wounded expression of rejection, and rolled away. She got up quickly and found her bag. She rushed out of the room, leaving Kaiba alone.
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Kaiba slammed his fist into the wall the minute she left. He didn't care if she heard him or not. What was wrong with him? He was like a lust hungry maniac. Her body was calling to him like crazy, but something else kept nagging him as well. Ever since Kaiba had first met her, Serenity had been inside his head. And though the thought of eating her alive had lost its favor with him, he still could not quite get it out of his head. He hated what he was doing to her. He saw the look in her eyes; she thought he was using her. He knew he was. Something about her made him want her more and more, and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. Zakura's words that she had spoken long ago floated back into his memory.
She's changed you.
How had he changed? Possibly for the worst. He had heard a heartbeat beneath his chest more than once, and a human, a mere human, occupied his thoughts 24/7. He lay back on his bed, and placed his hand over his heart. It beat slowly and almost undetected. It beat whenever Serenity was near him lately. He punched the wall again, drawing blood from his fist. He brought the fist to his lips and licked the blood clean. His blood tasted like that of desperation, something he was used to tasting in the blood of his victims when they were at the peak of their lust for him. This was not something he expected from his own blood. He looked at himself in the mirror, just as he had done the day he had attacked and killed his secretary. He felt the same awful realization run through him as it had that day. He was a monster.
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Serenity changed into another one of Zakura's outfits (tight fitting blue tank top and a black mini skirt) and walked around the house. No one seemed to be out in the halls, or the corridors. Serenity knew better than to go by the basement again, afraid for her sanity more than her life; though that held significance to her too. She wondered where she could find Shiori, and that led her to look around the castle-like mansion. Somehow, she wondered if she should just go out the front door. She did, and no one tried to detain her. This scared her a little, but the urge to see her brother overcame everything. She ran to the place she called home and burst through the door. The house was dark and she coughed on a dust cloud that emerged as she slammed the door behind her. It looked deserted, except for the small amount of noise she heard from the upstairs. As she ascended up the stairs, she heard the noise coming from her brother's door. She noticed there was no light streaming from underneath it, and was about to knock, when she decided to hell with it! She opened the door and turned on the light. The sight horrified her. Her brother lying on his bed, shirtless, with Mai on top of him. All she wore was her mini skirt, and her bra that looked as though it was about to come off before she entered. That was not what had horrified her though. Before she opened the light, she saw red gleams coming from Mai's eyes. Her brother, who was beneath Mai, did not look like he was enjoying himself at all. He was even thinner than she last saw him, his rib bones protruding from the pale, white skin. His eyes had bags that were so dark that she felt as if he had painted them on. The eyes in his head were not full of love, laughter and life anymore, but emptiness. He held no goofy smile, the way he usually did when he thought about Mai, but a grim line. Serenity gasped in horror and stepped back. Her brother looked as if he had just risen from the dead. Mai rose and spoke. Her voice was so full of hatred and cruelty that Serenity was sure if it was a weapon, she would've been dead.
"What are you doing here?" she snarled. "I thought I told you we didn't want you here, right Joe? Didn't you agree with me when I told you your sister was a good for nothing that should've died with your father?" Serenity stood rooted to the spot by the painful words, than shot a look at her brother.
Joey no. Please, tell me you're still with me. Tell me something's seriously wrong here that I'm missing.
"Sure," Joe said, his gaze never leaving Mai. It was then that Mai flipped her hair back and Serenity saw bite mark's embedded in her neck. They were barely visible, but she was sure they were that of a vampire. She stood up and threw Mai against the wall. She knew something was telling her to get out of there, but she didn't want to leave until she got some answers.
"What did you do to my brother?" Serenity snarled with such ferocity that even Joe, his eyes vacant, looked surprised. Mai did too, as she rose slowly.
"What makes you think I've done anything?" Mai smiled sweetly underneath her false innocence.
"Don't try to pretend," Serenity said, feeling much less brave than she appeared to be. Mai smiled sweetly, and to Serenity's horror, she saw fangs bear.
"You're pretty smart, I'll give you that," said a voice, which was not Mai's at all. "Well, I think I'll brighten your day a little bit. Your brother's girlfriend doesn't despise you at al. In fact," Mai said, fluffing her hair, "she's begging me to stop. She's trapped inside her own body, which I am controlling. I guess you could call me a puppet master." Serenity moved toward her brother, and picked up the pocket knife he always kept on his dresser. She brought the blade out and held it over her brother.
"Come closer and I'll kill him," she yelled, hoping her empty threat would spark fear in the puppet Mai's eyes. She saw nothing except a smirk.
"You wouldn't kill your own brother," Mai told her. "You love him too much. He's the only person in this world that loves you."
"No he's not,' Serenity retorted, "Somebody else does…"
"Seto Kaiba?" Mai asked, laughing as the final contents of color drained themselves from Serenity's face. "Oh come now girl, you didn't honestly think that the vampire king could feel anything toward you other than lust." Serenity didn't say anything; she was afraid her words would betray her if she did. Mai advanced toward her.
"I am surprised he has kept you, oh yes. But, have you noticed how all he wants is to take an innocent girl over and over? When you deny him, what else is there for him? I guess you're just too good in bed for your own good." Serenity thought of when she talked to Kaiba, she had bore her soul. She had listened when he had talked to her, and loved when he would bear a secret to her. She loved him so much; she would've died for him. But now, as the reality hit her so violently, she realized that she honestly had no hold over him. She had an unrequited love, and all he had was a sex partner. Tears welled in her eyes, but she couldn't stop them as they rushed like torrents down her face. But she wasn't here for Kaiba, and, with much difficulty, she shoved him away from her thoughts. She brought the knife to her throat.
"Take one move toward me and I'll do it. You need me for some reason, I know that.' For the first time, the very human emotion of fear flashed behind Mai's eyes. But it went so quick, Serenity wasn't sure if she had imagined it or not. She convinced herself that she had in fact seen it, and pressed the blade to her throat. She felt the pressure and the pain, but didn't care. Mai's smirk once again returned to her face.
"You won't do it, and I'll tell you why, since you yourself seem to have no idea. Kaiba has a hold on your heart, just like so many others. You'd rather die at his hands then at your own. And," she took a step closer, "You don't want to leave your brother with me. You wouldn't take your own life right here and right now Serenity." Serenity's hand shook so badly that the knife fell somewhere to the ground. Mai smirked.
"I told you," she said. "Now be a good girl and get out." Serenity attempted to bring her brother with her as she got up, but felt herself being held in his death grip instead. All his strength seemed to return at that moment, and as she looked in the mirror, she saw a maniac gleam in his eyes. She had honestly preferred the vacant one. Mai advanced upon them
"Good work my darling," Mai said, patting Joe on the head as if he were a dog. Serenity let out a snarl of disgust that resulted in an intense pain in her stomach. She looked down to discover that Mai had fond the knife she had dropped; and now three inches of it was buried in Serenity's skin. Mai put her face very close to hers.
"Get out right now, if you value your life or your brother's at all." She stood tall again. "Don't worry, I won't kill him. I haven't got the orders, but you on the other hand, might have to watch out if I 'accidentally' set your brother on you. Do you really want to die at his hands, of all people?" Serenity fell silent; the only sounds of her deep breathing and squeals of pain from her wound. She looked up into the cold eyes, knowing that there was not a person, but a monster beneath them.
"Who are you?" Serenity whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to know, who you are and why you're doing this." Mai's face held a confused look; she obviously did not expect this. She leaned forward and wrenched Serenity from Joey's grasp, making no particular effort to be gentle. She brought her to the door, and before pushing her out into the cool night air, pulled her by the hair so they were face to face.
"I am closer than you think, my dear Serenity," she said, sarcasm and menace dripping from her voice. "I can assure you of that." And without another word she thrust Serenity into the cold night air.
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Serenity didn't stay out, but ran back to Kaiba's home. She discovered that the door had not been locked, but open. Serenity felt that it was odd no one had bothered to lock the door behind her. Then again, no one probably knew she left. As she searched the mansion for someone, anyone, the wound in her stomach seemed to grow deeper. After her search came up empty, she decided to go back to her room, but voices outside a door caused her to stop. Because she knew this room, it was Kaiba's bedroom; and she knew those voices, they belonged to Shiori and Kaiba. She peeked through the crack in the door, neither seeming to acknowledge her presence.
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"I am tired of telling you no," Kaiba said, each word seeming to fly out of his mouth like a dagger from an assassin's hand.
"And I told you I don't care. I love you too much to care." Kaiba waved off a wave of annoyance that threatened to choke him. Shiori had just come to him, and demanded that they talk. He looked at her and was in awe for a moment. She was beautiful, even for her. She wore a black, tight fitting dress, low cut and very short. Her hair flowed down to her back, mingling with the dress, both shades of black seeming to make her skin sparkle. Here eyes shone brighter and more seductive than ever. He felt his manhood straining, but he managed to keep the rest of him under control.
"Why? Why have you brought a human girl here? Why are you putting the clan, and her as well, at stake? One of us is going to slip and bite her, maybe even kill her!" Shiori was careful with her words, for she knew Serenity was watching. Kaiba, however, did not. He smirked.
"When was the last time you cared about anything but yourself and how to get the best orgasm you could from me?" Shiori knew she heard Serenity squirm, but didn't acknowledge this.
"Why do you turn me away?" Shiori asked. "I know you love to be in bed with me. I give you everything, you take it, and I receive nothing in return." Kaiba's eyes shifted; he was getting angry. Shiori suppressed the urge to smirk. She knew where she could corner him, and he knew that as well.
"Well, why do you let me into your bed so much? Do you feel that lonely? As I recall, you and I spent at least two nights together since you first met that girl." Kaiba straightened instantly, clear that he did not want to discuss it. Shiori stopped and turned herself into her true form. Her eyes, if possible, got brighter and her body suddenly seemed to glow. Her beauty was intoxicating.
"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Shiori asked, stepping closer to him. He stiffened. He did not answer.
"You are," she told him, her face hardening. "I can tell, I've known you too long Seto." Kaiba's mind seemed to have frozen. What she said to him did not send his gut the wrenching sensation of her being wrong. It was the complete opposite. Kaiba looked down, avoiding Shiori's eyes.
I am, he thought to himself, gasping in disbelief, I am. I'm in love with her.
But he couldn't let anyone know that. Serenity's life would be in danger, not to mention everything else about her. And if anyone found out that he, the cold and heartless ruler of his clan, had a heart, and had given it to someone, the results would be disastrous. He must've stood in silence for a few minutes, because Shiori began tapping her foot.
"Well?" she said. The anger that ran through Kaiba was unlike anything he ever felt. All at once, he felt the change begin. His eyes glowed luminescent, and his fangs bore. He scooped Shiori into his arms and kissed her with such ferocity that he felt blood in his mouth. She returned it, but as he brought her down, he could hear her whimpering. He pulled his shirt off his chest and heard the rips, Shiori's dress was falling in tatters by her side. "So it isn't true," Shiori said smirking as she felt him come on to her. Then a look of pain graced her beautiful face.
"You're…hurting…me," she managed to grunt out, as her hands tried to push him off. But he would not stop. Her hands pushed with actual force now, but he wouldn't move. He didn't bother with the bite of seduction to ease her pain, he wanted her to feel it. Her eyes showed genuine fear now.
'Stop it! What's wrong with you? STOP!" Shiori's cries fell on deaf ears.
"Isn't this what...you wanted?" Kaiba asked with a pant, his hands running all over her body and leaving bruises because he was being so rough.
"Stop," Shiori pleaded, tears coming to her eyes.
"What fake tears," he whispered to her, than said loudly again, "Stop? No, I don't think I will." And he continued. Shiori knew all this would happen, though she didn't expect it to be so rough, but she continued.
"Stop…stop…stop it…stop i-"
"STOP IT!"
Kaiba rolled over and got up, his senses alert for danger. But when he set his eyes upon the doorway, he would've preferred a surprise attack. Serenity stood in the doorway, a blazing crimson liquid seeping from her stomach and all over her light blue shirt. But the look in her eyes, horror, disgust, maybe even betrayal? He moved toward her.
"Serenity, what happened to your-" he began reaching out his hand to her. She smacked it away with force, he could feel a sting slam his hand. He felt as if she had slapped him in the face.
"Don't touch me," she said. Her voice was laced with iciness, and even Serenity had to take a step back.
"You've lied to me. You have kept me against my will, and I hate you for everything." She said the last part so low, no one could've heard it, even if their ear was pressed to her mouth.
"What did you say?" he asked her, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I SAID I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU FOR EVERYTHING!" she yelled, almost sending both he and Shiori toppling to the floor. Her words froze him to his spot, he had heard them so many times before; never had they held such greater meaning.
"I'm leaving," Serenity said, and she turned to run. Kaiba reached out and grabbed her arm, causing her to struggle. He held tight, but something unexpected happened. Sh leaned forward with her other hand and smacked him, right across the face. He put his hand to his face, but that gave her enough time. She ran into the corridors, which she saw were coming to life and out into the cool night air. Last time she had been forced to go, this time she was willingly leaving. Tears streamed down her face. Love didn't exist for her in world in which she had been entrapped. She had nowhere to go. And suddenly, she heard a voice creep across her mind.
You can always come here…
Serenity stopped dead. If she hadn't been so distraught, she would've known that her next decision was truly one of pure insanity. But she didn't; instead she turned and ran toward the dark part of the city, knowing the only person who could give her refuge was also someone who could kill her that very night.
But my life's not worth much, right? She thought to herself miserably.
Her run turned into a sprint, and she slowly glided toward the darkness; for it had seemed to grasp her in its firm grip and was refusing to let her go.
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A/N: Wow, I just looked back and realized this chapter is very sensual Blame it on American Pie 2, cuz it was on mah TV! Okies, so pleez forgive me if u do not like some of the things that are going to happen. Don't flame, pleez! ;;