Pyre
Chapter 5
by Kayla Chavi
Rating: R
Genre: Drama
Email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.envy.nu/kaylachavi/index.htm

* * *

It was ten steps to his car. Ten long and painful steps until we reached the bright cherry red of his car door. He opened it for me and released my hand once I had gotten in. I didn't look at him, I couldn't. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses anyway, so I couldn't read what was there.

I really wasn't all that eager to find out what lust looked like.

We drove in total and complete silence. I heard him shift and lean back in his seat. It drew my gaze to him and I had to look away quickly. He was handsome, I'd give the leech that.

He drove out of the city of Tokyo and into the countryside. For some reason, I wasn't too surprised when he turned off of the main road and onto a dirt path that led into a forest. We pulled up to a very large and old mansion. He turned off the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He sat there for a moment and I didn't dare look at him.

"Get out of the car," he said and his voice seemed to wrap around my insides, it scared me, yet was thrilling at the same time. I was horrified to find out that there was a dark part of me that was excited about what was going to happen. I tried to squish the feeling. He opened his door and got out, not waiting or looking to see if I was going to do the same.

I got out.

He led me up a long flight of granite stairs that were lightly covered with ivy and other vines. The front door was huge and looked more like it should be on a fantastical castle rather than in reality. The door was a thick wood and had iron casings across it. It must have been nearly eight feet across and twelve feet high. Just the sheer size of the door made me stop.

He opened it for me and waited for me to cross the threshold. The inside was filled with a smoky gray. It wasn't thick or even dusty, just gray. Not a lot of light came through the high windows and there was no bright candle flames either. It was just gray.

Spooky too.

The air was cool as well. I hugged myself against the chill and jumped when the door slammed closed behind me. I made no sound as I felt the warmth of his body come to stand behind me. He didn't touch me, but I knew he was there.

"Follow me."

He walked past me and his shoulder brushed against mine. Again that insane dark part of me lept up and filled my body with a warmth. The same warmth from when he had kissed me. This was not going well and we weren't even in a bedroom. Shit.

He continued up the central staircase and didn't look back at me. It didn't even occur to me to simply stand there and not move. I just followed him. We went past several doors and up another flight of stairs until we reached the end of one hallway. At first, I was confused as to why we went so deep into the house, but it wasn't too long before I realized that I couldn't remember they way we had come. He didn't want me to try to escape.

Damnit.

He opened the door for me, like a gentlemen, and waited for me to walk past him. It beguiled me and everything that I knew myself to be, to turn my back to him. He was a predator and my prey instincts were screaming to run. You don't turn your back on a predator. It's just something that only idiots do. I neither ran away nor did I fight him. I just walked into the room, keeping my back to him, and looked around.

The room was absolutely breathtaking.

It was shaped more like a diamond then a square. The bed was perpendicular to one corner and was a king-size four poster. The black oak gleamed in the faint lights from the setting sun. The last sunshine danced over the blankets and caught on the threads of crimson and orange. The golden drapes fluttered in the breeze and the smell of fresh air wafted through the room.

The door closed behind me and I knew he was just standing there. Watching me. I couldn't suppress the shiver that went through my soul.

"Turn around."

I shook my head and folded my arms over my chest again, as if I was cold. I wasn't just cold, I was numb. I was numb and still completely clothed. This was starting to get worse and worse. Maybe we'd just talk and come to some form of arrangement about the deed to the temple.

"Then go stand in the middle of the room."

He passed me to go and stand in front of the bed. He leaned back against it and his shirt pulled across his chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat. There would be no denying it. He was a very beautiful man and wasn't going to be hard to look at. But I couldn't understand why he would try to seduce me. He already was going to have me.

Maybe it would be easier if I was aroused? I don't know. For all of my talk and bravado, I really have no clue as to how all of this works. Apparently I was about to find out.

Hazzah.

I stood in the middle of the room and forced myself to look him straight in the eye. I wanted to show him that I wasn't afraid. That's what he wanted and I wasn't going to give him that. I wasn't going to give him any more then I had to.

"Take off your school uniform."

I closed my eyes. I wouldn't watch him as I did this. I toed off my shoes and bent down to take off my socks. Maybe my smelly feet would make him think twice.

Yeah. Right.

I faltered for a moment as I considered what to take off next. It was a debate between my shirt and skirt. I chose my shirt. Wearing a bra and underwear was like wearing a bikini, I could get to my bra and underwear. I pulled the shirt off in one smooth motion and let it fall to the floor.

A flutter of cloth caught my attention and I looked up. He too had removed his shirt. He caught my surprised expression and raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help but blush as I looked over his faintly tanned muscular skin. His blue eyes held mine for a moment and he nodded, indicating that I was to continue.

I reached around behind me and unzipped the back of the skirt and let it fall to a pool at my feet. I swallowed hard this time. In less then a minute I was going to be completely naked. I looked back at him to see he had mirrored my actions.

Except for one minor detail. He hadn't been wearing any undergarments. He was very, very naked. My eyes widened considerably. He was already erect and my first coherent thought came out of my mouth.

"There is no way that is going to fit."

Okay, maybe it wasn't that coherent or intelligent. At least I had said something. That was what was important, right?

He laughed quietly and shook his head like he was humoring me. He leaned back against the bed lazily. It wasn't that he was extremely large or anything. It's just that I think that I was just a little too small. I mean, he was larger then some of the tampons I had to use for really heavy days, and those were definitely not comfortable. Were all men like that? Is this why some women said that losing their virginity had been painful?

It bit my lower lip and was about to take off my bra when he stopped me. "Come here."

Now that was just a tad scarier then just standing in the middle of the room. It took about five tries to get myself to walk towards him. I stopped about a foot away and stood there looking at his bare chest. I was desperately trying not to look at his groin. I wasn't having very much success.

"Turn around," he murmured softly.

That, I was able to do. It meant I didn't have to avoid looking at him. I jumped when his fingertips touched the back of my shoulder. He trailed them down over my shoulder blades and then under my bra straps. He unhooked the bra and let it fall silently to the ground. I looked at the garment for a second. It was plain and white, nothing fancy or even that sexy.

I was about to turn around again, just so I could see his expression, when he firmly stopped me by placing his hands on my waist. I froze and didn't move at all. His hands slid down and took my plain, white, school girl underwear with him. His hands traveled back up my sides and he placed feathery touches on my lower stomach and hips. It made me a little self concious. I have this little pudge that refuses to turn into muscle no matter how many crunches I do. I'm not fat, but it's still there and it made me feel unattractive.

It was then that I realized that I wanted him to find me beautiful. If I was going to have sex, then I didn't want to be ugly. Hell, I'm already naked! He drew me back the last few feet until I was pressed against his nude body.

There was no stopping the heat that ran through me as skin touched skin. I let out a small sigh and his arms came around me. We just stood there, naked, our bodies touching and his chin resting on the top of my head.

I wasn't too startled when he began to kiss me but I did twitch. His mouth moved along the back of my neck and shoulder. He would place kisses or softly suck on the skin before moving on. His hands began to dance over my stomach and breasts. I inhaled sharply and my eyes opened as I felt his erection between us be pressed more firmly into my lower back.

"Get onto the bed," he murmured into my ear. He released me and watched me almost hungrily as I went and did as I was told. Somehow he had gotten even bigger and that made me a tad more nervous.

But just a tad.

I sat down and was able to use my movement to get my hair over my shoulders and to cover my breasts. I felt less exposed that way. "Lay down."

As soon as I did, he was over me. I hadn't even seen him move. He touched my hair as he pushed my thighs apart. I didn't look down at him, but it must have shown that I still didn't feel like it was going to work.

He reached down between our bodies and kissed my skin as he made me as wet as he could with his fingers. It was almost gentle the way he was going about this. I didn't even attempt to touch him back. Hell, I had never even had a boyfriend, how was I supposed to know what to do with a lover?

I must have been as ready as I was ever going to get, because he leaned down and kissed me full on the mouth. I simply kissed him back, that I could do. I had kissed him enough times to know how it at least worked. I hadn't heard him complain yet. Besides, there was no law in heaven or hell saying that I couldn't enjoy this unless Jedeite didn't want me to.

The first three times it was gentle, loving almost. I climaxed repeatedly. It was odd when he first entered me, and felt like I was stretching my muscles too far. He did fit, in fact, if he didn't move it was almost comforting. When he did start moving it was pleasure that I had never felt before.

The next five weren't as enjoyable. It was nearly painful, very forceful. I still climaxed but it did nothing to dull the pain. I felt bruised and battered by the end of it all.

It took me about twenty minutes to realize that we were really done. He wasn't going to initiate it any more and I let myself relax. I began to shiver, for the window was still open and my sweat hadn't dried completely. My breathing slowed and I was no longer whimpering. Only then did I risk a glance at my new lover.

He laid there with his eyes closed. His smooth chest was heaving as he tried to regain control of his breath. I could hear the thumping of his heart in the stillness of the room. Lazily he opened his bright blue eyes and turned his head to look at me. He slowly smiled and looked be over.

"You were worth the wait," he said after a moment and rolled onto his side. He took a corner of the sheet and lightly pressed it between my breasts and ran it down my abdomen. He wiped away the remaining traces of the sex. The sheets were stained, probably beyond repair, so he used them to wipe both of us as clean as possible. I could do nothing by lay there.

"No words for the beautiful priestess?" his voice was low and deep, but it resonated off the walls. "No biting comments; no professions of love?"

"I hate you."

"I was worried you had lost your tongue," he smiled and drew idle patterns along the skin of my shoulders. "You are beautiful Hino Rei, you do realize that, right?."

"I had to get you up somehow," I snapped at him and pulled away from his hand. I rolled onto my other side and curled into a ball. I still couldn't move without hurting. Everything was sore and spikes of pain lashed through me whenever I dared jostle the abused flesh. Now if I only knew what was hurting and where, then things would be much better. Don't ask me how, but I knew it would be.

He just laughed and moved closer to me. He spooned me against him and sleepily tossed an arm over my waist. His lips tickled my neck before he laid back on the pillows. I was about to say something when I heard a clock start to chime.

He made an irritated noise and rolled me onto my back. He leaned half over me and his eyes bore into mine. He bent down and kissed me gently. It was then I decided that is what a true lover would do. Just simply kiss you after making love.

But we hadn't made love in the least, and I hated him. It completely ruined the kiss.

When he pulled back, I opened my eyes to the harsh red lights of my alarm clock. It read twelve o'clock.

Midnight.

He had kept his word.

It was only then, that I burst into tears, wailing into my pillows. I was home, naked, and in horrible pain. He had kept his word and I was home at midnight.

What more could a girl want?

* * *

I laid there and cried for what felt like an eternity. I heard my doors open, but I couldn't move quick enough to see who it was. "Oh Gods," I heard a soft voice whisper. "Darien, she's in here!"

It was Serena. I heard the sound of rushing footsteps and winced. "Don't come in," I almost begged but my voice was raw and not very loud. Had I really screamed that much to hoarsen my voice? I had blankets over me, but I was still naked. I didn't want to see anyone. Couldn't they understand that? "Please, I don't...don't have any clothes on."

They didn't listen to me and the light flashed on. The abruptness of it made me blink and hide my eyes in my blankets. I felt the bed shift on both sides. "Rei?" Serena gently put her hand on my face.

"Please," I whimpered, "I'm naked."

"Rei, we need to get you cleaned up, alright?" Darien didn't touch me. He was being very careful and for that I was grateful. "Will you let Serena help you?"

"I can't move," I whispered.

There was a long period of silence and I knew that they were having one of those conversations that didn't require words. They were probably just looking at each other. I just waited for it to end, maybe I'd be lucky and fall asleep. They wouldn't bother me when I was sleeping, wouldn't it be too cruel?

"Rei, would you let Darien help you?" Serena asked after a moment. I opened my eyes to see her concerned face. I looked over at Darien and winced. He looked tired, haggled, and angry. I knew it wasn't at me, but at his inability to keep me safe.

He had probably been mentally flogging himself since I had been taken away. Poor guy. It made me feel a little guilty that he was here, and not at his apartment sleeping or studying. Slowly I nodded and the bed shifted again.

"I'll get the bath ready," Darien said quietly and went into my bathroom. I heard the water begin to spurt into the tub. Serena helped me into a sitting position and began to wrap a sheet around me. I stopped her and shook my head.

"Darien's seen it all already," I said simply.

She didn't even ask when or appear to be angry in the least. She took it stride and would probably ask me about it later. It made me wonder how much Darien had told her, because I still hadn't told her anything. So she simply nodded and went and got my brush. While we waited for the bath to be ready, she brushed my hair as kindly as she could. It was matted with sweat and other things.

"We thought that he would drive you back," Serena finally said, "We've been waiting outside. I came in for more tea and heard your crying," she paused. "Darien has some power that was able to make your grandfather rest."

That's what I love about Serena, she knew what I was thinking without me having to say anything. I felt like a failure. It's my job to protect and worry about her, not the other way around. She shouldn't be here, she shouldn't even know.

Damn it all.

"He kept his word," I said finally.

"I know," she answered, not faltering in her strokes at all.

"It really hurt."

"I'm sorry, Rei. Gods, I'm sorry."

"Serena?"

"Yes?"

"Never mind. It's nothing. Not important at all."

* * *

"Rei, it's nice to have you back in class again." Mr. d'Stormui said as class ended. I had been out of school for three days because of what had happened. I smiled slightly and just began to put my books in my backpack. I hadn't really talked all that much since I had gotten home. It was too much effort to even think but I knew that if I didn't start taking control of my life now, then it would never happen.

I'm Sailor Mars, a senshi, I can handle school.

Darien and Serena decided that I had to have someone with me at all times. They thought that Jedeite would be more discrete if I was in public places. I didn't really argue with them. It would be pointless to remind them that he had taken me in front of my grandfather while we were outside a popular temple. How much more public do you get?

So I was waiting for Darien to come pick me up from school. We were then going to go to the Crown and meet Serena.

I had predicted that the bastard wouldn't show up for at least a week. He'd give me that much time to heal before starting it all over again. I had also predicted that tonight there would be a youma attack. I was hoping that I would be wrong, but I had a nagging feeling that I would be painfully correct.

"Are you feeling any better?" Mr. d'Stormui's voice cut through my thoughts.

I blinked at him. "Excuse me?" I stuttered. Why was it that the hottest teacher at the school always caught me at my most nonverbal?

He chuckled and began to erase the blackboard. "I asked if you were feeling better. You've been sick."

"Oh," I know I turned a faint shade of read. "Yeah, I'm feeling better." I didn't look at him as I said this.

"That's good," he said and I jumped when the door opened. I was hoping it was Darien. I was wrong, it was another student asking about our paper for that week. "Are you waiting for someone?" he asked after the student had left.

I smiled sheepishly and nodded, "Yeah."

"Darien?"

I blinked, "How'd you guess?" I flushed slightly. Mr. d'Stormui probably thought that Darien and I were dating. I don't think that he had met Serena yet, although I had already joked about her.

"I didn't. He told me." My jaw dropped and he continued. "He said that there were some attacks in the area that you live in and that he was worried about you."

Wonderful. Darien was trying to protect me and was enlisting his childhood friend to do it. As long as Darien didn't announce the fact that I had let myself walk into the lion's den, I think that I would be okay. Personally, having my favorite teacher know that I was willingly being raped, was not something I really wanted to do.

"Darien worries too much," I muttered.

Mr. d'Stormui raised an eyebrow, "Darien only worries for a reason. If it wasn't worth thinking about, he wouldn't. He's really apathetic about a lot. He's a good friend to have."

I smiled slightly, "Yeah, I know." The door opened again and we both turned towards it. Darien. Great, now I could go. Have I mentioned how much I hate being treated like a child? If not, let me mention it again. I think that this whole charade is pointless. I can walk home by myself, thank you very much.

"Sorry I'm late," he said as I gathered up my things.

"You can make it up to me later," I muttered. I was about to say more when a flash of red caught my eye. I looked down at my desk. Sitting there was a white rose, but the tips were edged with a deep crimson. It had barely opened, still a bud. There was a black envelope that had my name in silver writing. I think my heart stopped when I recognized the elegant script.

With shaking hands I opened the envelope and pulled out the black and silver piece of paper it contained. I could feel the eyes of both my teacher and Darien on me.

"Rei?" Darien asked and he came over to my desk. I looked up at him and swallowed painfully.

I didn't say anything as I looked back at the rose and letter. White with red. Purity and Lust. A virgin destroyed. Symbolism, my favorite thing in the universe. I am so thrilled.

Darien's fingers closed over mine. "You don't have to read it."

"I don't want any surprises," I managed to tell him firmly. My voice didn't waver. Woo-who. Go me.

I opened the letter.

~Pyre~
Beauty. Charisma. Power. Love. Lust. Sex. All of you.

It ended there. Short, yet still quite embarrassing. I would be bothered with anything less from him. Great. Peachy. Hopefully I would make it through the night.

Besides, I had predicted a youma attack for tonight. I'd be disappointed in me if I was wrong.

I looked up at Darien and gave my best nonchalant shrug. I crushed the paper in my hand and fought the urge to set it on fire. Igniting paper in front of your normal teacher is not a good thing if you're already a little odd.

"Nothing important," I stuffed it into my bad. "Let's go."

Darien caught my wrist and I flinched. It had been the first time he had forcefully touched me since that night. Sure, he had cleaned me off in the bath and had to touch me then, but he hadn't touched me in any other way.

"What's it say?"

"Jedeite's a pervert, that's all. Let's go now, or I'm walking home alone."

I looked over at my teacher. I think I expected him to demand what was going on, or perhaps tell me that I had to go to the police about this. But he didn't. He just looked at Darien intently, almost glaring at him.

Darien sighed and shook his head. Okay, how is it that these two men can have a silent conversation so easily, and they not be connected. I mean, yeah they were almost brothers when they were little, but that doesn't explain how or why they're silently yelling at each other.

Mr. d'Stormui sighed quietly and ran a hand through his dark hair. "If you need help, I know someone that can help you. She was once in the same situation," he said and gathered up a stack of papers. "Just tell me if you want her name."

Then he left.

I got angry. Better than apathetic I guess.

"What in hell have you told him?"

Darien shook his head, "Jonathon doesn't need to be told. I haven't said anything to him. I respect your wishes, Rei, I wouldn't do that."

"How does he know?"

"He doesn't. He's just guessed. Jonathon's not what he seems. He probably wants you to talk to his..." Darien paused as if looking for the right words. "Katrine isn't his girlfriend, but he'll want you to talk to her."

"Not his girlfriend?" I blinked several times. "They seem lovey enough."

"Oh they are. They're definitely lovers. But Katrine just isn't the type to be a girlfriend."

"They're very close, they sleep together, but she isn't his girlfriend?"

"Something like that, yeah," Darien smiled slightly and picked up my bag for me. I let him take it, I suddenly wasn't in the mood to argue anymore.

"That is just too weird." We walked out to his car. "Then again, I think the fact that you and Serena run into each other on a daily basis is odd."

He laughed and opened the car door for me. Darien would always be a gentlemen. There are times like these that I'm a little jealous of Serena.

Then I remembered that Jedeite opened the car door for me too. Next time, I'd tell Darien I could get it myself. We drove to the Crown and on the way there we chatted about random things. He didn't mention the letter to Serena or Ami.

Neither did I.

* * *

I was right about the youma attack.

Of course, I wasn't congratulating myself as the stupid bitch slammed me into a wall. I scraped my arm against the rough brick as I stood and shot another attack at it. At least my head was safe this time.

"Sailor Moon!" I screamed as I knocked it far enough into her range. She hurled her tiara at it and the youma exploded. I was the closest, so I got covered in blood and guts. "Wonderful," I pulled some goop out of my hair and flung it at the ground.

"Sailor Mars, look out!" I heard Tuxedo Mask yell. That in itself was surprising, for normally he was making sure that his beloved was safe, or making a cheesy speech about morality. I ducked to the side just in time for a blast of dark energy to miss me.

Shit, the energy was alive. The remains of the youma began to slither over my arms and legs. Okay, so not good. Another blast came towards me and I propelled myself off the wall. Thankfully I landed on both feet and didn't break anything, but I did twist my ankle. Why was I the only senshi wearing red high heals? Moon and Mercury got boots, and I got heals. It didn't seem fair.

The blood and guts were continuing to slime over my skin and I could feel it in my hair. I couldn't help but shudder as cold and wet moved along my scalp. I furiously searched for my attacker, and I had a very good idea as to who it was.

I stumbled back as my heal caught on something and broke. It sent me crashing back into a warm body. The person caught me by my upper arms and I froze.

"Let go of me."

"If you don't let me clean you off, then this will eventually poison you, Pyre. I have no desire to see you dead." He trailed his hands down my dirty arms before grabbing my wrist and spinning me around.

His blue eyes were looking down at me intently and he pressed us together. Shit, he was turned on by the way I looked. What a sicko.

He ran a gloved hand through my hair and went he had pulled it out of the messy strands, his glove was covered in purple mess. He shook his hand and flung the glob to the ground. It trembled in a jelly-like mass but didn't move from it's spot.

"She said let go," Tuxedo Mask's angry voice cut through the stunned silence.

"If I do not clean her, then she will die," Jedeite tilted his head to the side. "Is that what you wish, Prince of Earth? For her to die?"

"You're lying."

Jedeite smiled and shook his head. His blond hair swayed back and forth and the softness of it touched my forehead. "I never lie, Prince, you know that." He looked down at me and pulled me even closer. "Now, Pyre, are you going to let me save your life, or are you going to die because you were too foolish to stay out of the way of an exploding youma?"

"This is your fault," I accused. "If you really cared about my life, you wouldn't have put it into danger."

He chuckled, "Perhaps I just want to clean that exquisite body of yours more."

"Pervert."

"Perhaps. Now, are you going to come with me so I may save you? Or are you going to do something vainly heroic and die in filth?"

He paused and ran his gloved thumb over my lips. He leaned in close so that his mouth was near my ear. It made me shiver and he hadn't even sucked on it yet. Shit.

"The choice is all yours, Pyre."

Bastard.