Hey, everyone! Angel's back again! *gigglez* Well, I don't have much to say today.
Anyways, here's chapter fourteen.
Runaway
Chapter Fourteen
The Power of Love (Part 1)
Restlessly, Serena tossed and turned in her bed. She squinted at the clock and held back
a gasp of surprise when she saw that it was 4:56 a.m. A tear trickled unnoticed down her
face as she gazed at the presumably sleeping figure in the corner of the darkened room.
*Darien...*
Feeling hot, she kicked off the blankets. Of course, she immediately felt cold, but between
the burning in her stomach that she assumed was resulting from the cancer, and the incredible
fatigue she was experiencing, she didn't have the strength to get up and retrieve them from
the floor.
Shivering, Serena curled up in a ball and tried to get warm, which seemed like an impossible
task. With surprise, she felt her warm blankets being tucked closely around her shoulders.
The bed creaked as her rescuer sat down.
"Serena," Darien murmured, stroking her hair. She felt a twinge of pain at the name. Sure,
she'd been trying to get him to stop calling her Bunny, but... Well, this seemed like a sign
of resignation, that he was giving up on her.
*And why not?* Serena asked herself bitterly. *You have cancer, you're going to die. He
has that girl--Jessica--now. He doesn't need you. Let him be happy.*
She tried to summon her strength so she could act sarcastic and closed off, but she couldn't.
Something in her wouldn't let her.
"Serena," Darien said again, removing his comforting hand from her silvery blonde hair,
which was growing back at an alarming pace.
Slowly, Serena blinked and looked up at him.
"Yes?" she asked, her voice a barely audible whisper.
*This is weird,* she informed herself mentally. *Since when do I talk like a shy toddler?*
Darien let out a sigh, then started to play with a strand of her hair.
"God, Sere," he began. "I lo--" the door banged open, cutting off his words.
(AN: Damn, I'm evil.)
Serena and Darien both looked up in surprise as a night nurse bustled in and started to
check Serena's vitals. She stopped only to send Darien a disapproving glance, letting them
both know that she indefinitely did not commend him being in Serena's room, on her bed,
at such a late hour.
Even in the semi-darkness of the hospital room, Darien could tell that his gorgeous angel
was blushing furiously. Apparently, the nurse's meaning of what she obviously thought was
going on between the two of them, hadn't been lost on her. A small smile twisted his lips--
she was so incredibly easy to embarrass.
Finally, the redheaded nurse finished her business, and left the two alone--but not without
sending a significant and meaningful glance in their direction. Darien covered a laugh as he
watched Serena turn several interesting shades of delicate pinks and fiery reds.
As her mega-blush finally died down, she turned her attention back to Darien.
"You were saying?" she asked innocently. His eyes darkened slightly, though she didn't
see it in the darkness of the unlit room.
Before she knew what was happening, he was leaning down over her and pressing his
lips to hers.
"Darien--don't--" she began, pushing at his chest in vain.
"Why not?" Darien asked, his cool breath fanning her face. "You already hate me, I have
nothing to lose."
And with that, his lips met hers.
Serena was paralyzed. He'd never kissed her like this before. Lightning struck, thunder
struck, and she wondered dizzily if Lita was hovering somewhere in the background.
A thousand colors flashed before her eyes, and she was sure the Scouts were hanging
around somewhere, putting on a dazzling display of lights just for them.
But she opened her eyes, and to her surprise, the room was empty... And filled with a bright
silver light?!
"Darien!" Serena shrieked, tugging at his sleeve. Involuntarily, his eyes slid open and he
looked at her.
"What, Bun--OH MY GOD!" he tore away from her and stared at the light. "What *is* that?"
he asked, his voice trembling.
Finally, she found her voice, only it had been invaded by sarcasm.
"How the hell am *I* supposed to know, Darien?" she asked, her voice dripping with scorn.
The silver light shimmered into a slim figure, around six feet tall. It sparkled, then faded, and
in it's place stood the infamous Queen Serenity.
"Mother!" Serena gasped. She started to hurry forward, presumably to embrace her mother,
whom she hadn't seen in quite awhile. However, Darien caught her arm and pulled her into
a low bow.
"Queen Serenity," he said, unconciously morphing into his Prince Endymion form. His
voice grew strangely deep.
(AN: *L* I know, that was dumb. Why would his voice go 'strangely deep'?)
Serena's image shimmered briefly, and then Princess Serenity replaced her.
"Mother," she said as Prince Endymion kissed Queen Serenity's hand softly. She hurried
forward, lifting her long dress and now floor-length hair.
She hugged her mother hard, then stepped back and gazed at her quizically.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice not unkind. The Queen smiled at her only
daughter.
"Setsuna came to see me," she began.
(AN: I know I'm using the dub names, but I really like Setsuna better than Trista. Sorry to
anyone who has a problem with this.)
"And told me about the cancer." she finished, her expression not half as grave as one
would expect from the mother of someone with a usually life-ending disease.
Princess Serenity's head bowed slightly, and her pigtails drooped on either side of her head,
sprawled on the dirty floor at her feet. Endymion hastened to lift them, holding them behind her
back.
"And," Queen Serenity continued. "I have come to give you a wonderous gift. One that will
greatly change your current outlook of your life."
*Breathes a sigh of relief and wipes some imaginary sweat off her forehead.* Whoa! I'm
finally done! Aren't you guys proud? This chapter is so freakin long, and it's just part one
of The Power of Love. Yay! Originally, I was planning on writing part two today, chapter
fifteen, but I just can't. I'm drained. I'm sure you can all guess the gift that Queen Serenity is
planning to bestow upon her daughter. I mean, I think it's kind of obvious. I don't know, maybe
I'm wrong and it wasn't as apparent as I thought, but...
Whatever. I'll probably do chapter six for Stolen Innocence tonight. After that, maybe I'll do
TPoL part two. Eh? I'm sure you'd all like that. And this time, lets keep the death threats tame,
eh? I mean, I'm just a teenage angel! I can't take this s***!
*Lotsa Luv 'n' Stuff*
Jewelz
(aka *aLmOsT_yOuR_aNgEl*)
0)))___CRAYOLA___)))
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
Anyways, here's chapter fourteen.
Runaway
Chapter Fourteen
The Power of Love (Part 1)
Restlessly, Serena tossed and turned in her bed. She squinted at the clock and held back
a gasp of surprise when she saw that it was 4:56 a.m. A tear trickled unnoticed down her
face as she gazed at the presumably sleeping figure in the corner of the darkened room.
*Darien...*
Feeling hot, she kicked off the blankets. Of course, she immediately felt cold, but between
the burning in her stomach that she assumed was resulting from the cancer, and the incredible
fatigue she was experiencing, she didn't have the strength to get up and retrieve them from
the floor.
Shivering, Serena curled up in a ball and tried to get warm, which seemed like an impossible
task. With surprise, she felt her warm blankets being tucked closely around her shoulders.
The bed creaked as her rescuer sat down.
"Serena," Darien murmured, stroking her hair. She felt a twinge of pain at the name. Sure,
she'd been trying to get him to stop calling her Bunny, but... Well, this seemed like a sign
of resignation, that he was giving up on her.
*And why not?* Serena asked herself bitterly. *You have cancer, you're going to die. He
has that girl--Jessica--now. He doesn't need you. Let him be happy.*
She tried to summon her strength so she could act sarcastic and closed off, but she couldn't.
Something in her wouldn't let her.
"Serena," Darien said again, removing his comforting hand from her silvery blonde hair,
which was growing back at an alarming pace.
Slowly, Serena blinked and looked up at him.
"Yes?" she asked, her voice a barely audible whisper.
*This is weird,* she informed herself mentally. *Since when do I talk like a shy toddler?*
Darien let out a sigh, then started to play with a strand of her hair.
"God, Sere," he began. "I lo--" the door banged open, cutting off his words.
(AN: Damn, I'm evil.)
Serena and Darien both looked up in surprise as a night nurse bustled in and started to
check Serena's vitals. She stopped only to send Darien a disapproving glance, letting them
both know that she indefinitely did not commend him being in Serena's room, on her bed,
at such a late hour.
Even in the semi-darkness of the hospital room, Darien could tell that his gorgeous angel
was blushing furiously. Apparently, the nurse's meaning of what she obviously thought was
going on between the two of them, hadn't been lost on her. A small smile twisted his lips--
she was so incredibly easy to embarrass.
Finally, the redheaded nurse finished her business, and left the two alone--but not without
sending a significant and meaningful glance in their direction. Darien covered a laugh as he
watched Serena turn several interesting shades of delicate pinks and fiery reds.
As her mega-blush finally died down, she turned her attention back to Darien.
"You were saying?" she asked innocently. His eyes darkened slightly, though she didn't
see it in the darkness of the unlit room.
Before she knew what was happening, he was leaning down over her and pressing his
lips to hers.
"Darien--don't--" she began, pushing at his chest in vain.
"Why not?" Darien asked, his cool breath fanning her face. "You already hate me, I have
nothing to lose."
And with that, his lips met hers.
Serena was paralyzed. He'd never kissed her like this before. Lightning struck, thunder
struck, and she wondered dizzily if Lita was hovering somewhere in the background.
A thousand colors flashed before her eyes, and she was sure the Scouts were hanging
around somewhere, putting on a dazzling display of lights just for them.
But she opened her eyes, and to her surprise, the room was empty... And filled with a bright
silver light?!
"Darien!" Serena shrieked, tugging at his sleeve. Involuntarily, his eyes slid open and he
looked at her.
"What, Bun--OH MY GOD!" he tore away from her and stared at the light. "What *is* that?"
he asked, his voice trembling.
Finally, she found her voice, only it had been invaded by sarcasm.
"How the hell am *I* supposed to know, Darien?" she asked, her voice dripping with scorn.
The silver light shimmered into a slim figure, around six feet tall. It sparkled, then faded, and
in it's place stood the infamous Queen Serenity.
"Mother!" Serena gasped. She started to hurry forward, presumably to embrace her mother,
whom she hadn't seen in quite awhile. However, Darien caught her arm and pulled her into
a low bow.
"Queen Serenity," he said, unconciously morphing into his Prince Endymion form. His
voice grew strangely deep.
(AN: *L* I know, that was dumb. Why would his voice go 'strangely deep'?)
Serena's image shimmered briefly, and then Princess Serenity replaced her.
"Mother," she said as Prince Endymion kissed Queen Serenity's hand softly. She hurried
forward, lifting her long dress and now floor-length hair.
She hugged her mother hard, then stepped back and gazed at her quizically.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice not unkind. The Queen smiled at her only
daughter.
"Setsuna came to see me," she began.
(AN: I know I'm using the dub names, but I really like Setsuna better than Trista. Sorry to
anyone who has a problem with this.)
"And told me about the cancer." she finished, her expression not half as grave as one
would expect from the mother of someone with a usually life-ending disease.
Princess Serenity's head bowed slightly, and her pigtails drooped on either side of her head,
sprawled on the dirty floor at her feet. Endymion hastened to lift them, holding them behind her
back.
"And," Queen Serenity continued. "I have come to give you a wonderous gift. One that will
greatly change your current outlook of your life."
*Breathes a sigh of relief and wipes some imaginary sweat off her forehead.* Whoa! I'm
finally done! Aren't you guys proud? This chapter is so freakin long, and it's just part one
of The Power of Love. Yay! Originally, I was planning on writing part two today, chapter
fifteen, but I just can't. I'm drained. I'm sure you can all guess the gift that Queen Serenity is
planning to bestow upon her daughter. I mean, I think it's kind of obvious. I don't know, maybe
I'm wrong and it wasn't as apparent as I thought, but...
Whatever. I'll probably do chapter six for Stolen Innocence tonight. After that, maybe I'll do
TPoL part two. Eh? I'm sure you'd all like that. And this time, lets keep the death threats tame,
eh? I mean, I'm just a teenage angel! I can't take this s***!
*Lotsa Luv 'n' Stuff*
Jewelz
(aka *aLmOsT_yOuR_aNgEl*)
0)))___CRAYOLA___)))
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")