Authoress: Angelwings
Title: A Promise Kept
Notes: Ok, First of all, I of course want to thank all the kool peeps who reviewed. Keep 'Em Coming! Secound, Im sorry for prolonging the story and adding more chapters than necessary. I tend to do that out of habit. Third, ok, remember a few chapters back I told you something is going to happen to Trowa? Well, Its still gonna happen so just hold on for a few more chapters, its coming. Fourth and lastly, I have already written and typed the epilogue for this story and I tend to not write chapters in order, thats the only way I stay sane. Anyways, Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alarm.
" Snip ."
Telephone
" Snip ."
Lights.
" Snip ."
The cords snapped silently and quickly under the nimble jerks of his blade as Darien worked to disconnect the immediate advantages Serena and anyone else in the house had of escaping.
' Dont wanna let them escape easily, now do we? ' He smirked as sweat poured down his temple. ' Wanna make sure they have a nice little game of hide and seek before they die.' With the last snip, the lights in the house and in the window along the wall above his head blew out.
" God Bless Electricity."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He felt something. Not in the physical sense- No, something inside didnt feel right. Trowa's eyes showed something other than slight indifference for a fraction of a moment before being concealed again under his mask.Heero caught his appearent nervousness and met his eyes for a moment.He and Trowa sat waiting in the latter's truck for Duo and Wufei to return from depositing their charge to his hotel room, all four eager to go home.
The silence was not uncommon between them,although both knew it was unwelcome. Both men wanting to say something to the other, but their mouths formed no words.The cold and icy glare of prussian blue eyes belonging to the perfect soldier burned through him, and Trowa looked away first,as always.
Trowa was torn in two, forced to chose between responding to the sense of danger coming from Quatre and hoping the moment spending with Heero in the front seat of his truck to never end.
" I... I mean we, we should......." Trowa left off.
Heero nodded slowly, understanding and spoke into the microphone of his earpiece. " Duo, Chang. Time to go home."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The back door opened quietly, much to Darien's delight. For a moment, he stood there, unsure of what to do next. He was in the kitchen, he noticed, and slinked through the hallway, determined to find Serena. The dagger in his hand shook from excitement and he was absent mindedly rubbing his thumb against the sharp angle of the blade, slicing open his skin. The tiny droplets of blood scattered the hall tiles, leaving a trail behind him.
The light floating from underneath a partially open door stood out from the dark hallway and Darien took his chance,sneaking in to find that he was in the library. The ceiling high shelves of books and the plush carpet underneath his feet angered him.
' So this is how spoiled Serena is. Staying in a large mansion with people to cater to her every need, while I'm staying in a shack with a fucking rotting baby in the crib.'
The heating fire was lighting the room, he reasoned, wondering why this room was lighted when he cut off all power.
'And there she is, Sleeping Beauty sleeping peacefull in her bed waiting for prince charming to come wake her with a kiss.....' He snickered at the sarcastic tone of his thoughts. Darien decided to leave her there for the moment.He knew he had something....or someone..... to take care of.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
" I'm sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed..........I'm sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed........."
" No. No. No. No. THis cannot be happening!"
Quatre carelessly threw the phone on his bed, too nervous to care to hang it up. His gun was stored in his night table on the other side of the bed, a few feet away. His hands shook as he tried to shuffle the messy pile of work papers around to find a weapon in the drawer.
" It useless looking for it now,you're dead anyways." The cold barrel of Darien's gun was held behind Quatre's head.
" Its a shame that that pretty little blonde head of hair of yours is going to be ruined once I kill you. I hear trying to get blood out of hair is a shitload of work."
" Who are you?" Quatre tried to keep his voice from quivering, but he failed miserably, and he knew that Darien knew that as well.
" Why do you ask? You already know who I am. I'm sure Serena has told you tons about me. But now its your turn to know me personally."
Darien removed the barrel a few inches away and turned Quatre toward him. His spit struck Darien in his eye. " Go to hell, Bastard."
Darien's fist came down upon Quatre's face and he fell, knocking the side of his head with the wooden edge of the nightstand. He sat down roughly on Quatre's chest, blocking out the air from coming in. Darien's right fist contacted with his victim's jaw, and was rewarded with another shoot of blood mingled spit.
" Aww, baby boy isnt playing nice, maybe its time for a time out,ne?"
" I said, go to Hell....."
Darien's hands wrapped around his neck firmly, getting a tight grip and smiled in his face. " Save me a seat then."
The sickening crunch of fragile bones cracking pierced through the now silent air. With hesitation, he removed his hands from his neck and slapped the dead boy's right side of his face lightly, mocking him for the last time before standing up and leaving, intent of finding his next victim. His sleeping beauty.
Title: A Promise Kept
Notes: Ok, First of all, I of course want to thank all the kool peeps who reviewed. Keep 'Em Coming! Secound, Im sorry for prolonging the story and adding more chapters than necessary. I tend to do that out of habit. Third, ok, remember a few chapters back I told you something is going to happen to Trowa? Well, Its still gonna happen so just hold on for a few more chapters, its coming. Fourth and lastly, I have already written and typed the epilogue for this story and I tend to not write chapters in order, thats the only way I stay sane. Anyways, Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alarm.
" Snip ."
Telephone
" Snip ."
Lights.
" Snip ."
The cords snapped silently and quickly under the nimble jerks of his blade as Darien worked to disconnect the immediate advantages Serena and anyone else in the house had of escaping.
' Dont wanna let them escape easily, now do we? ' He smirked as sweat poured down his temple. ' Wanna make sure they have a nice little game of hide and seek before they die.' With the last snip, the lights in the house and in the window along the wall above his head blew out.
" God Bless Electricity."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He felt something. Not in the physical sense- No, something inside didnt feel right. Trowa's eyes showed something other than slight indifference for a fraction of a moment before being concealed again under his mask.Heero caught his appearent nervousness and met his eyes for a moment.He and Trowa sat waiting in the latter's truck for Duo and Wufei to return from depositing their charge to his hotel room, all four eager to go home.
The silence was not uncommon between them,although both knew it was unwelcome. Both men wanting to say something to the other, but their mouths formed no words.The cold and icy glare of prussian blue eyes belonging to the perfect soldier burned through him, and Trowa looked away first,as always.
Trowa was torn in two, forced to chose between responding to the sense of danger coming from Quatre and hoping the moment spending with Heero in the front seat of his truck to never end.
" I... I mean we, we should......." Trowa left off.
Heero nodded slowly, understanding and spoke into the microphone of his earpiece. " Duo, Chang. Time to go home."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The back door opened quietly, much to Darien's delight. For a moment, he stood there, unsure of what to do next. He was in the kitchen, he noticed, and slinked through the hallway, determined to find Serena. The dagger in his hand shook from excitement and he was absent mindedly rubbing his thumb against the sharp angle of the blade, slicing open his skin. The tiny droplets of blood scattered the hall tiles, leaving a trail behind him.
The light floating from underneath a partially open door stood out from the dark hallway and Darien took his chance,sneaking in to find that he was in the library. The ceiling high shelves of books and the plush carpet underneath his feet angered him.
' So this is how spoiled Serena is. Staying in a large mansion with people to cater to her every need, while I'm staying in a shack with a fucking rotting baby in the crib.'
The heating fire was lighting the room, he reasoned, wondering why this room was lighted when he cut off all power.
'And there she is, Sleeping Beauty sleeping peacefull in her bed waiting for prince charming to come wake her with a kiss.....' He snickered at the sarcastic tone of his thoughts. Darien decided to leave her there for the moment.He knew he had something....or someone..... to take care of.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
" I'm sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed..........I'm sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed........."
" No. No. No. No. THis cannot be happening!"
Quatre carelessly threw the phone on his bed, too nervous to care to hang it up. His gun was stored in his night table on the other side of the bed, a few feet away. His hands shook as he tried to shuffle the messy pile of work papers around to find a weapon in the drawer.
" It useless looking for it now,you're dead anyways." The cold barrel of Darien's gun was held behind Quatre's head.
" Its a shame that that pretty little blonde head of hair of yours is going to be ruined once I kill you. I hear trying to get blood out of hair is a shitload of work."
" Who are you?" Quatre tried to keep his voice from quivering, but he failed miserably, and he knew that Darien knew that as well.
" Why do you ask? You already know who I am. I'm sure Serena has told you tons about me. But now its your turn to know me personally."
Darien removed the barrel a few inches away and turned Quatre toward him. His spit struck Darien in his eye. " Go to hell, Bastard."
Darien's fist came down upon Quatre's face and he fell, knocking the side of his head with the wooden edge of the nightstand. He sat down roughly on Quatre's chest, blocking out the air from coming in. Darien's right fist contacted with his victim's jaw, and was rewarded with another shoot of blood mingled spit.
" Aww, baby boy isnt playing nice, maybe its time for a time out,ne?"
" I said, go to Hell....."
Darien's hands wrapped around his neck firmly, getting a tight grip and smiled in his face. " Save me a seat then."
The sickening crunch of fragile bones cracking pierced through the now silent air. With hesitation, he removed his hands from his neck and slapped the dead boy's right side of his face lightly, mocking him for the last time before standing up and leaving, intent of finding his next victim. His sleeping beauty.
