Runaway
Chapter Four
Can't Take a Hint?
Finally, Serena sank down onto a bench, breathing heavily. After her crazy
little Mission Impossible escape, she was seriously tired out. Suddenly, a
masked man in a tuxedo and a weird yet strangely sexy top hat did one of his
signature jump-y things and landed right in front of her.
"My lady," he smiled, handing her a rose.
She scowled. "Can't you take a hint?"
"Yes, I understand that when a lady desperately runs off, she is trying to
escape a man. But I'm sure that even you, my dear, has heard the famous quote,
'The more a woman runs, the more a man chases.'" He drawled, playing with her
fingers.
"Don't touch me!" Serena hissed, snatching her hand from Darien's as though
she'd been burned. His eyes narrowed.
"What is it about me, Serena? You're on edge whenever I'm near, though I know
you love me." He moved closer, looking at her mouth. "Once you were mine,"
he murmured, retaking her hand. Serena jumped when she saw how he was looking
at her.
"No!" she shrieked. "I don't want to remember that, it was over a year
ago and I've cleared it from my mind."
"You lie." Darien smiled. He released her hand and stood.
"Come, Serena."
"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously, amazed by his audacity.
"We're going to dinner," he said, quite charmingly.
"Excuse me?" Serena shrieked in repetition. Okay, if she'd been amazed by his
daring before, she was now about to pass out.
*Augh!* She shrieked mentally as black dots began to dance before her eyes.
*Okay, I was kidding!* Serena told her brain, attempting to laugh it off.
Of course, her head refused to cooperate.
"Serena?" she heard Tuxedo Mask-Darien-asking uncertainly.
*Thunk!* Serena's eyes widened, then flew shut as she hit the solid cement of
the New York streets.
"Oh, God." She faintly heard him say before all went black.
Chapter Four
Can't Take a Hint?
Finally, Serena sank down onto a bench, breathing heavily. After her crazy
little Mission Impossible escape, she was seriously tired out. Suddenly, a
masked man in a tuxedo and a weird yet strangely sexy top hat did one of his
signature jump-y things and landed right in front of her.
"My lady," he smiled, handing her a rose.
She scowled. "Can't you take a hint?"
"Yes, I understand that when a lady desperately runs off, she is trying to
escape a man. But I'm sure that even you, my dear, has heard the famous quote,
'The more a woman runs, the more a man chases.'" He drawled, playing with her
fingers.
"Don't touch me!" Serena hissed, snatching her hand from Darien's as though
she'd been burned. His eyes narrowed.
"What is it about me, Serena? You're on edge whenever I'm near, though I know
you love me." He moved closer, looking at her mouth. "Once you were mine,"
he murmured, retaking her hand. Serena jumped when she saw how he was looking
at her.
"No!" she shrieked. "I don't want to remember that, it was over a year
ago and I've cleared it from my mind."
"You lie." Darien smiled. He released her hand and stood.
"Come, Serena."
"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously, amazed by his audacity.
"We're going to dinner," he said, quite charmingly.
"Excuse me?" Serena shrieked in repetition. Okay, if she'd been amazed by his
daring before, she was now about to pass out.
*Augh!* She shrieked mentally as black dots began to dance before her eyes.
*Okay, I was kidding!* Serena told her brain, attempting to laugh it off.
Of course, her head refused to cooperate.
"Serena?" she heard Tuxedo Mask-Darien-asking uncertainly.
*Thunk!* Serena's eyes widened, then flew shut as she hit the solid cement of
the New York streets.
"Oh, God." She faintly heard him say before all went black.