Blind Intentions
Chapter 13
By: Moondreams
"Why didn't you call me?" Sarah screeched. Serena sighed and sat down in an overstuffed chair. She rubbed her forehead as Sarah's voice pierced through her sensitive ears like a knife.
"Really Sarah, I didn't know TJ was going to be there. He just showed up. Then he came up with this arrogant proposal of wanting to buy Rose Designs. Darien and Setsuna sounded mad enough to kill him," she commented and leaned back comfortably in the seat. Rob chuckled.
"Now that would be a pity," he commented sarcastically. His comment was rewarded by a small smile from Serena.
"Look I just want to take a relaxing bath and go to bed and forget about today," Serena commented as she got up and walked toward the bathroom.
"You really slapped him?" asked Sarah breaking Serena's stride. Serena grinned and nodded before shutting the bathroom door.
She picked up the phone and dialed the phone. Each beep of the buttons emulated different sounds telling her she had dialed it properly. She just needed to hear Darien's voice above everything else. He always could sooth her down. It was to him she ran to when she was frightened or hurt. This dependence scared her a little. What if Prisma had been right about Darien? She still didn't know everything about him. There was no answer at Darien's apartment. Serena sighed and put down the phone. It rang a split second later.
"Darien?" she asked into the phone.
"No this is Prisma, look please don't hang up the phone," begged Prisma.
"Ok, what do you want?" asked Serena as she flopped down on her bed.
"About today, I am sorry. I was being rash and stupid. Sere, you're my friend, I didn't mean to hurt you. Do you forgive me?" she asked. Serena paused. Her nature was screaming at her telling her not to forgive. Forgiving would be too easy. Prisma had hurt her too deep. Serena took a deep breath and ignored her human nature's screaming.
"Yes of course, I forgive you. Just be careful ok?" she asked and hung up the phone before Prisma could answer. Serena kicked off her shoes and closed her eyes. All she needed was some sleep before the Winter Show and everything would be fine.
She was suffocating. The water was filling up her lungs.
"I am going to drown," her mind screamed. She kicked and beat the water with her fists trying to get to the surface and life giving air. To her amazement, the water had become solid and yelled out in pain when she beat it with her fist.
Serena's eyes shot open. Something was over her face. It really wasn't a dream. She kicked making the attacker scream with pain. The door slammed open and the weight of her attacker was lifted from her. There were sounds of a skirmish. The sounds of the fight kept switching places in the room as it moved around the room. There were punches thrown and kicking. Serena sat on the bed panting and gasping for air. She heard someone's footsteps running away. Someone grabbed one of her arms. She used her other hand to punch her attacker again.
"Oww Sere, you got one heck of a right hook. Don't worry the guy is gone. He'll probably think twice about coming her again," said Rob's voice.
"He was trying to kill me," she stated and shock racked her body. Then she flung her arms around her brother and started weeping. Why did this happen? She had never been more frightened in her life.
"Wow Sere, you look like crap," Zack stated as Serena entered Rose Designs. Mina elbowed him in the ribs.
"What?" asked the offended Zack as he rubbed his ribs.
"I know, I know. Just let me get some make up on, ok?" Serena said managing to give him a small smile.
"Ok girl, come on," said Birdie as she led Serena away. Once Birdie and Serena was gone Mina slapped Zack in the back of the head.
"You are so annoying at time," she fumed at him and walked away with her shoulders back and her head held high.
"What did I do?" he asked Nick who just gave him a shrug.
Serena hung over the toilet. She couldn't throw up any more. She leaned against the stall's wall. Shows often fuddled her nerves but this one had stretched her nerves almost to the breaking point.
"Sere?" came a male voice.
"Darien, this is a girl's bathroom," she said as she wiped her mouth with some toilet paper.
"Rei said you might be in here," he said. Serena sighed. She could never keep a secret with Rei, Mina or Birdie around.
"You nervous?" he asked as he sat down in front of the stall.
"Yes," Serena whispered.
"I always am when it comes to shows," she continued.
"Hard to tell that. The first time I saw you, you were so composed and calm. When you walked on that stage, there were so many camera flashes but you were unaffected and posed. You looked like an angel," he said as he grabbed her hand under the stall door.
"Of course, I was unaffected. I can't see light," she said. Darien chuckled.
"You'll do fine, Sere," he said and squeezed her hand. There was silence for a moment.
"Someone broke into my apartment last night," whispered Serena. Darien gasped. "Are you ok?" he asked and squeezed her hand tighter. He wanted nothing more then to wrap his arms around her but the stall wall was separating them. "I am fine. Rob chased him off," she commented.
"I'll have to thank him," he said with a smile.
"I called you last night. Where were you?" she asked. Darien shifted uncomfortably.
"Had to go out, why?" he asked.
"Why was Prisma at your house?" she asked. Darien frowned.
"Why the interrogation?" he asked. "Darien, I'm serious!" Serena cried in frustration. "She apparently came over when I was gone," he said as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Where did you go?" Serena asked.
"As I said, I went out," repeated Darien.
"Why won't you tell me?" she almost yelled at him. Darien didn't answer her. He almost winced at her tone.
"Prisma says…" she started. He touched her hand making her pause.
"Give me the disk, please, Serena," he said softly. Serena rummaged through the purse until her fingers felt the hard square disk. She slid it under the stall door.
"Sere, trust me. I'll tell you everything," said Darien as he kissed her hand. Serena closed her eyes and listened to Darien's fading footsteps on the bathroom tile and the closing of the door. A tear streamed down her cheek. She had no idea who to trust anymore.
Ami zipped up the back of Serena's blue evening gown. The dressing room was practically buzzing with excitement. Ami and Lita had to move Serena a couple of times out of the way to so she wouldn't be run over by a couple of excited models. Serena put in her crystal dewdrops earrings. Crystal beads adorned her high throat and wrists. The dress was a sparkling sky blue the fit perfectly with Serena's curves.
"Have you seen Prisma?" asked Catsy.
"Maybe she's with that slime-ball for a boyfriend," growled Rei as she applied her lipstick.
"Haven't seen her," said Serena with a shrug.
"If you'd excuse the pun," Lita laughed. Many of the models chuckled.
"Hold that thought," said Serena with a smile. She grabbed her cane and made her way to the hallway. She quickly dialed Prisma's number. The phone line was busy. Serena frowned.
"Any luck?" asked Birdie who leaned against the wall beside Serena.
"I think so. Stall for me," she said and rushed out of the door ignoring Birdie yelling out after her.
Serena knocked on the door. No answer. New York traffic had been a killer although she and found a cab quite easily.
"Prisma," she yelled and knocked louder. She grabbed the door handle. It turned under her touch and the door swung open.
"Prisma?" she called out as she walked slowly in to the apartment. No answer. She walked over to the answering machine and placed the play button.
"Prisma," came a voice over the machine.
"Are you there? Meet me at Rose Designs at five sharp," came a voice. Serena gasped. It was the same voice of her stalker. Prisma was in danger! Serena walked quickly down the stairs and ran out to the taxi.
"Taxi take me to Rose Designs at 872 Sixth Avenue and hurry," she almost yelled trying to keep the panic out of her voice.
Rose Designs was dark. Serena could tell by the absent buzz caused by the floriest lights. The only light was coming from the windows. It was also unearthly quiet. She laid her cane against the wall and took of her light jacket.
"Prisma?" she called out softly. Someone had been threatening her but why would they move to Prisma. She climbed the stairs to the second floor. Her ears picked up the soft hum of lights. "Prisma," she called out again. She sniffed the air, something didn't smell right. The scent was so faint she barly picked it up. She walked into each office and each cuticle. The scent was getting stronger as she walked towards the east side of the second floor. It was a mixture of flowers and sulfur. It was almost intoxicating.
"Prisma," she called out. She walked forward only to almost trip over something. She waved her arms to catch her balance again. Serena knelt down already knowing what she would find. It was Prisma's perfume she had smelled. Prisma always had the bad habit of spraying too much on.
"Oh Prisma," she whispered as she ran her fingers down Prisma's face. Prisma didn't move under Serena's touch. Her skin felt clammy under Serena's sensitive touch. Prisma's chest was wet and sticky. Serena lifted her fingers and smelt it. It was blood. "Who could've done this?" she cried. Tears streamed down her face.
"Oh Prisma I am so sorry," she sobbed.
"Ms. Tsukino, what are you doing here?" asked a male voice. Serena quickly identified it as Landers.
"Oh Mr. Landers, she's dead," she sobbed as she wrapped her arms around her dead friend.
"So I see. Ms. Tsukino, anything you say can be used in a court of law…" started Landers.
"What are you talking about?" yelled Serena as Landers handcuffed her wrists. "You are being arrested for the murder of Prisma Fairchild," he answered her question grimly.
Chapter 13
By: Moondreams
"Why didn't you call me?" Sarah screeched. Serena sighed and sat down in an overstuffed chair. She rubbed her forehead as Sarah's voice pierced through her sensitive ears like a knife.
"Really Sarah, I didn't know TJ was going to be there. He just showed up. Then he came up with this arrogant proposal of wanting to buy Rose Designs. Darien and Setsuna sounded mad enough to kill him," she commented and leaned back comfortably in the seat. Rob chuckled.
"Now that would be a pity," he commented sarcastically. His comment was rewarded by a small smile from Serena.
"Look I just want to take a relaxing bath and go to bed and forget about today," Serena commented as she got up and walked toward the bathroom.
"You really slapped him?" asked Sarah breaking Serena's stride. Serena grinned and nodded before shutting the bathroom door.
She picked up the phone and dialed the phone. Each beep of the buttons emulated different sounds telling her she had dialed it properly. She just needed to hear Darien's voice above everything else. He always could sooth her down. It was to him she ran to when she was frightened or hurt. This dependence scared her a little. What if Prisma had been right about Darien? She still didn't know everything about him. There was no answer at Darien's apartment. Serena sighed and put down the phone. It rang a split second later.
"Darien?" she asked into the phone.
"No this is Prisma, look please don't hang up the phone," begged Prisma.
"Ok, what do you want?" asked Serena as she flopped down on her bed.
"About today, I am sorry. I was being rash and stupid. Sere, you're my friend, I didn't mean to hurt you. Do you forgive me?" she asked. Serena paused. Her nature was screaming at her telling her not to forgive. Forgiving would be too easy. Prisma had hurt her too deep. Serena took a deep breath and ignored her human nature's screaming.
"Yes of course, I forgive you. Just be careful ok?" she asked and hung up the phone before Prisma could answer. Serena kicked off her shoes and closed her eyes. All she needed was some sleep before the Winter Show and everything would be fine.
She was suffocating. The water was filling up her lungs.
"I am going to drown," her mind screamed. She kicked and beat the water with her fists trying to get to the surface and life giving air. To her amazement, the water had become solid and yelled out in pain when she beat it with her fist.
Serena's eyes shot open. Something was over her face. It really wasn't a dream. She kicked making the attacker scream with pain. The door slammed open and the weight of her attacker was lifted from her. There were sounds of a skirmish. The sounds of the fight kept switching places in the room as it moved around the room. There were punches thrown and kicking. Serena sat on the bed panting and gasping for air. She heard someone's footsteps running away. Someone grabbed one of her arms. She used her other hand to punch her attacker again.
"Oww Sere, you got one heck of a right hook. Don't worry the guy is gone. He'll probably think twice about coming her again," said Rob's voice.
"He was trying to kill me," she stated and shock racked her body. Then she flung her arms around her brother and started weeping. Why did this happen? She had never been more frightened in her life.
"Wow Sere, you look like crap," Zack stated as Serena entered Rose Designs. Mina elbowed him in the ribs.
"What?" asked the offended Zack as he rubbed his ribs.
"I know, I know. Just let me get some make up on, ok?" Serena said managing to give him a small smile.
"Ok girl, come on," said Birdie as she led Serena away. Once Birdie and Serena was gone Mina slapped Zack in the back of the head.
"You are so annoying at time," she fumed at him and walked away with her shoulders back and her head held high.
"What did I do?" he asked Nick who just gave him a shrug.
Serena hung over the toilet. She couldn't throw up any more. She leaned against the stall's wall. Shows often fuddled her nerves but this one had stretched her nerves almost to the breaking point.
"Sere?" came a male voice.
"Darien, this is a girl's bathroom," she said as she wiped her mouth with some toilet paper.
"Rei said you might be in here," he said. Serena sighed. She could never keep a secret with Rei, Mina or Birdie around.
"You nervous?" he asked as he sat down in front of the stall.
"Yes," Serena whispered.
"I always am when it comes to shows," she continued.
"Hard to tell that. The first time I saw you, you were so composed and calm. When you walked on that stage, there were so many camera flashes but you were unaffected and posed. You looked like an angel," he said as he grabbed her hand under the stall door.
"Of course, I was unaffected. I can't see light," she said. Darien chuckled.
"You'll do fine, Sere," he said and squeezed her hand. There was silence for a moment.
"Someone broke into my apartment last night," whispered Serena. Darien gasped. "Are you ok?" he asked and squeezed her hand tighter. He wanted nothing more then to wrap his arms around her but the stall wall was separating them. "I am fine. Rob chased him off," she commented.
"I'll have to thank him," he said with a smile.
"I called you last night. Where were you?" she asked. Darien shifted uncomfortably.
"Had to go out, why?" he asked.
"Why was Prisma at your house?" she asked. Darien frowned.
"Why the interrogation?" he asked. "Darien, I'm serious!" Serena cried in frustration. "She apparently came over when I was gone," he said as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Where did you go?" Serena asked.
"As I said, I went out," repeated Darien.
"Why won't you tell me?" she almost yelled at him. Darien didn't answer her. He almost winced at her tone.
"Prisma says…" she started. He touched her hand making her pause.
"Give me the disk, please, Serena," he said softly. Serena rummaged through the purse until her fingers felt the hard square disk. She slid it under the stall door.
"Sere, trust me. I'll tell you everything," said Darien as he kissed her hand. Serena closed her eyes and listened to Darien's fading footsteps on the bathroom tile and the closing of the door. A tear streamed down her cheek. She had no idea who to trust anymore.
Ami zipped up the back of Serena's blue evening gown. The dressing room was practically buzzing with excitement. Ami and Lita had to move Serena a couple of times out of the way to so she wouldn't be run over by a couple of excited models. Serena put in her crystal dewdrops earrings. Crystal beads adorned her high throat and wrists. The dress was a sparkling sky blue the fit perfectly with Serena's curves.
"Have you seen Prisma?" asked Catsy.
"Maybe she's with that slime-ball for a boyfriend," growled Rei as she applied her lipstick.
"Haven't seen her," said Serena with a shrug.
"If you'd excuse the pun," Lita laughed. Many of the models chuckled.
"Hold that thought," said Serena with a smile. She grabbed her cane and made her way to the hallway. She quickly dialed Prisma's number. The phone line was busy. Serena frowned.
"Any luck?" asked Birdie who leaned against the wall beside Serena.
"I think so. Stall for me," she said and rushed out of the door ignoring Birdie yelling out after her.
Serena knocked on the door. No answer. New York traffic had been a killer although she and found a cab quite easily.
"Prisma," she yelled and knocked louder. She grabbed the door handle. It turned under her touch and the door swung open.
"Prisma?" she called out as she walked slowly in to the apartment. No answer. She walked over to the answering machine and placed the play button.
"Prisma," came a voice over the machine.
"Are you there? Meet me at Rose Designs at five sharp," came a voice. Serena gasped. It was the same voice of her stalker. Prisma was in danger! Serena walked quickly down the stairs and ran out to the taxi.
"Taxi take me to Rose Designs at 872 Sixth Avenue and hurry," she almost yelled trying to keep the panic out of her voice.
Rose Designs was dark. Serena could tell by the absent buzz caused by the floriest lights. The only light was coming from the windows. It was also unearthly quiet. She laid her cane against the wall and took of her light jacket.
"Prisma?" she called out softly. Someone had been threatening her but why would they move to Prisma. She climbed the stairs to the second floor. Her ears picked up the soft hum of lights. "Prisma," she called out again. She sniffed the air, something didn't smell right. The scent was so faint she barly picked it up. She walked into each office and each cuticle. The scent was getting stronger as she walked towards the east side of the second floor. It was a mixture of flowers and sulfur. It was almost intoxicating.
"Prisma," she called out. She walked forward only to almost trip over something. She waved her arms to catch her balance again. Serena knelt down already knowing what she would find. It was Prisma's perfume she had smelled. Prisma always had the bad habit of spraying too much on.
"Oh Prisma," she whispered as she ran her fingers down Prisma's face. Prisma didn't move under Serena's touch. Her skin felt clammy under Serena's sensitive touch. Prisma's chest was wet and sticky. Serena lifted her fingers and smelt it. It was blood. "Who could've done this?" she cried. Tears streamed down her face.
"Oh Prisma I am so sorry," she sobbed.
"Ms. Tsukino, what are you doing here?" asked a male voice. Serena quickly identified it as Landers.
"Oh Mr. Landers, she's dead," she sobbed as she wrapped her arms around her dead friend.
"So I see. Ms. Tsukino, anything you say can be used in a court of law…" started Landers.
"What are you talking about?" yelled Serena as Landers handcuffed her wrists. "You are being arrested for the murder of Prisma Fairchild," he answered her question grimly.