Title:Banshee 6/?
Author:Tapestry
Email:Shaddow_Cat@hotmail.com
WAFF vs TAFF 2001
Standard Disclaimer Apply
* denotes thought
7/6/02
"Woman was created from the ribs of man
Not from his head to top him
Nor from his feet to be walked upon
She was made from his side to be his equal
From beneath his arms to be protected
From very near his heart to be loved."
--Anonymous--
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AN: Firstly, I want to say thank you to all my reviewers. :)
And another thing, WARNING!!! This is PG13 to slightly R for reference
to sex.
Darien and Serena gaped at the blushing couple with guilty looks on their
faces. It was unbelievable! It was impossible! It was unexpected! It was...
it was...it was totally beyond the bounds of sanity.
"What?" exclaimed Serena.
"When?" gaped Darien.
"How?" echoed Serena.
"Why?" questioned Darien.
The pair merely grinned ruefully, red colour spreading on their cheeks.
"Those two lovers we heard that night..." said Serena slowly, her gaze
turning to her husband's with dawning realization.
"Bloody hell! It cannae be. 'Twas YE????" exclaimed Darien, a look of
surprise on his face as he and his wife both turned to the couple.
"'Twas ye two that night we heard confessin' yuir love for each other??"
"Ye heard???"
"Aye we heard!! But we left once we made sure ye were nae strangers at
O'Monaghan Keep. We dinnae actually go close enough to make out who 'twas,
Eamon." drawled Darien.
Eamon O'Connor felt a heated flush bloom on his cheeks, his arms still
wrapped securely around Teresa O'Monaghan.
"I cannae believe it." said Serena in a daze, shaking her blonde head.
"I cannae believe I dinnae notice it!! So THAT'S what ye meant when ye
said ye probably wouldnae find another wench to bed for a long long time!"
exclaimed Darien in understanding.
"And it's no wonder ye've been disappearin' so much, Teresa!! Oh, ye
havenae laid with him have ye!!??" yelled Serena pointing at Eamon.
"SERENA!!" exclaimed Teresa, her cheeks flaming.
Darien chuckled and placed an arm around his wife's shoulders, giving
them a gentle squeeze.
"Lower yuir voice, love. The walls may have ears."
"Ooh! If papa knew..."
"Serena!! How can ye say that! Of course I havenae...well- ye know."
"I cannae believe ye dinnae tell me, Terry! I mean, if I were Moira or
Abby, I'd understand. But ME! I'm yuir sister, Teresa! The one who looked
out for ye!!" hissed Serena under her breath.
Tears filled Teresa's eyes as she smiled a wobbly smile at her sister.
"Oh, Serena...I couldnae tell ye. 'Twas too new, too exciting. Too
special. 'Twas just one of those thing ye just had t'keep a secret aboot."
sighed Teresa, taking hold of Serena's hands.
"Besides, I doubt papa would let me wed right now. He still has Rory,
Sean, Moira and Abigail t'worry aboot."
Darien eyed his brother expectantly.
"What aboot me?? I'm yuir brother, nae?? Why dinnae ye tell me?" asked
Darien indignantly.
A grin appeared on Eamon's face as he shrugged helplessly.
"I doona know. I just dinnae feel like tellin' anybody."
"We love each other. 'Tis all that matters. We'll tell our da's one day.
Just nae now. Ye and Darien deserve all th' attention right now." smiled
Teresa as she moved back into Eamon's embrace.
"Right, we'll face all th' challenges that come later. Right now, I just
want t'hold Teresa in me arms for awhile longer. I doubt I'll be back here
soon. But I'll try." he grinned once more, clasping strong arms around
the woman he loved.
Serena sighed and looked up at Darien. He met her look with an exact one
of his own.
Turning back to face the couple, Serena smiled at her sister.
"Oh, Terry...I was born older, but why is it ye seem older than I do,
right now?? Ye seem so grown up, so ladylike and beautiful, sister." smiled
Serena wistfully.
Teresa smiled. "Aye, well...love does that t'ye, Serena. It makes ye
grow up really quick. Ye're nae all that childish lookin', right now. Ye
look more like a lady."
"I'll miss ye when I'm at Castle O'Connor, Terry." sighed Serena.
"I'll miss ye, too."
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The sun was already over the sky when the O'Connors and the new O'Connor
bride bade goodbye to the O'Monaghans and O'Monaghan Keep.
Serena was dressed in breeches, a dark green riding cloak around her
shoulders. She rode close to the carriage, next to her husband, who was
riding along side her to give protection to the ladies of the group. The
O'Connor men rode their horses in a position, boxing the carriage in.
"Darien?"
"Hmm?"
"How long does it take, t'reach Castle O'Connor?"
"Aboot 5 days."
"Oh."
The silence once more. The day was warm and no one was inclined to speak
in such weather.
At nightfall, they made camp near a stream. Some of the O'Connor men went
hunting for fresh meat in the nearby forest.
Serena took the opportunity to wash her face, she didn't say a word to
her new husband. The silence seemed to expand like a gorge between them.
After supper, Serena went over to the makeshift shelter Darien had put
up. The night air was cold and Serena shivered slightly. Tucking herself
into the blankets, she tried to sleep, but the thin cloth hardly offered
warmth from the night air.
She dozed off sometime then but awoke once more, shivering from the cold.
A dark shadow blocked out the meager moonlight that shone into the shelter.
Serena was dimly aware when strong arms curled around her, pulling her
closer to a warm body.
Serena made a sleepy protest but finally curled closer to the large body
for warmth. She felt loved and happy. With that, she fell asleep listening
to the steady beat of a heart, nestled against her husband, one of her tiny
hands curled into a fist against his broad chest.
The following morning, Serena awoke to find herself locked to her husband.
His muscular arms tight around her waist.
She blinked, confused where she was before the memories of the day before
dawned in her befuddled mind.
Her eyes curiously turned upwards to look at Darien's face, still asleep.
He looked like a petulant child, frowning in his sleep, hugging her loosely
to him.
She felt the steady thump of his heart in his chest, next to her hand.
It was such a soothing rhythm. One that made her think of peace in the
world.
Finally, Serena wondered what time it was. As she tried to disengage
herself from her husband's arms, came the shocking discovery of just how
strong her husband was. His arms tightened around her, locking her firmly
to his hard body. Serena's breath caught. She could feel every inch of him
plastered to her.
She looked up in confusion, trying to determine if he was awake or still
asleep. His eyes were closed and his breathing unchanged from the steady
rhythm a moment ago. He was asleep.
She glared at her husband who was still frowning in his sleep. This time,
almost looking as if someone was trying to take away his favourite toy.
Her hands pried at his wrists, trying to get them to unlock with no avail.
Blast the man. Did he HAVE to be so strong??
*Come on, man. Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go...* she chanted in
her mind.
Her wishing was in vain. The damn man merely turned, bringing her with
him, right on top of his body. She stared down at his face.
*God! Is he lazy or what?*
Glaring daggers at her husband, Serena resorted to the final straw.
Waking him up...
"O'Connor."
He merely snorted and continued sleeping.
"Wake up."
No response.
"O'CONNOR!! WAKE UP!!" exclaimed Serena exasperated.
One eye popped open to look at her blearily. Finally, both eyes opened to
stare into hers.
*Maybe wakin' him was a mistake...* gulped Serena as she stared into his
eyes that were unnerving her with the strange emotion she saw there.
Darien looked at his wife for a few long moments. Her silver-blonde hair
was mussed and her eyes were shining brilliantly from sleep. She stared
down at him with confusion and apprehension.
A smile quirked his lips.
"Aren't ye th' early riser." he grinned.
"And ye're a lazy pig. It's mornin', O'Connor. Time t'wake up." snapped
Serena, glaring at him once more.
Darien's smile broadened as she saw the unmistakable fire in her eyes.
His spitfire imp was back.
"Well, wife...as we are nae goin' t'catch leprechauns or pixies, I doona
see why we have t'rise now. I doubt any o' me kin has yet t'rise. So,
unless someone has sickened or died, there is nae any reason t'rise."
"That's because ye never MAKE them rise. It's hardly comfortable to be
abed on the ground, O'Connor."
"Husband."
"Whatever. Now, as ye're nae gettin' up, would ye mind releasin' me from
yuir grip o' iron??"
Darien merely smiled and pulled her more snugly over his frame, one large
hand cupping the back of her head, pulling her down.
Serena realized at once, his intentions.
"Darien!"
That didn't deter him.
With his hand, he pulled her head down to his, his lips meeting hers in a
soft butterfly kiss, before he increased his fervor.
He coaxed her lips open with his tongue, swallowing the moan that rose
from her throat. He rolled her under him, not missing a beat or breaking the
kiss.
Serena's mind had gone blank, fuzzy with the emotions Darien O'Connor
raised in her. Her hands went tentatively to his shoulders. Her hands
feeling the muscles beneath.
When Darien broke the kiss to look at her, they were both breathing hard.
Her eyes wide as they looked into his and one of his hands buried in her
hair, the other by her head.
Her lips were swollen from his ministrations. All in all, she looked
delightfully ravished and sweetly innocent.
He chuckled before planting a swift kiss onto her forehead and rolling
off her, getting up. He left the shelter leaving her within it's confines
dazed and confused as to what had just happened.
Unsteady fingers rose to her lips, touching the flesh swollen from his
assault. She released a shaky breath and stuck her head out glaring at the
dark haired man by a black horse.
"DEVIL!!"
Her husband heard her shout, turning to look back at her, he merely let
out a gusty laugh, waking several men who poked their heads from their
blankets looking confused at all the commotion that early in the morning.
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It was afternoon once more and the sweltering heat did not help one bit
with Serena's temper. The pestilence of a man was still riding on his damn
stud with that stupid grin on his face. The dumb aggravatingly egoistical
grin on his face which made her want to hit him.
The man was so arrogant all the hot air in him could warm a castle room!
She rode on her mare, her face fixed in a black scowl.
Darien rode on his stallion beside his wife in a jovial mood. He just
couldn't seem to stop smiling. In the corner of his eye, he noticed the
angry look that was fixed on Serena's face. That only made his insides grow
warmer. Despite the damn heat, nothing seemed to be able crack his good
mood. With a chuckle, he leaned over toward Serena.
"Serena, if ye dinnae stop scowlin', that look will be a permanent fixture
on yuir face. Ye'll frighten all the wee ones at the Castle." he teased.
Flaming blue eyes met his laughing ones.
"GOOD!" hissed Serena.
"Hmm...With yuir temper and face, 'twould be a miracle iffin the wee babes
would even come close t'ye, let alone our own babes in th' future. Ye'd
scare th' poor thing." clucked Darien shaking his head.
Serena's face flushed. *Babes? Of our OWN??*
"Ass!" spat Serena, nudging her mare into a faster gait. She couldn't
understand it. Just WHY was she angry with Darien O'Connor anyway??
Darien stared after his wife's comely hips, bouncing on the horse as
his brothers rode up next to him.
"So, how's married life, so far?" asked Dougal curiously.
"Aye! Tell us, brother. How does th' ball an' chain feel like??" chuckled
Eamon heartily.
Darien turned mocking eyes on his second brother.
"Heh! I daresay ye'll be findin' out soon, eh, brother?"
"Huh?" echoed Dougal confused.
Eamon flushed.
"Are ye gettin' hitched, brother??" questioned Dougal, eyeing his
blushing brother suspiciously.
Eamon stayed silent.
Understanding dawned. He had seen his brother around with Teresa
O'Monaghan more than a few times. Usually, the pair were laughing and
talking or Eamon was helping her with her duties.
"Eamon, ye doona mean-?" breathed Dougal, letting his sentence trail off.
Darien's shoulders shook with restrained laughter.
Dougal's surprised face changed into one with mock reproof.
"Well, I never...'tis nae fair!! That would mean I'm th' only one out o'
th' three without a sweetheart!" exclaimed Dougal feigning outrage.
"Who has a sweetheart?" came a deep voice.
Serena who had been listening to the brothers conversation, laughed aloud
when she realized the new voice belonged to none other than the brothers'
father!
At night, Serena once again dozed lightly, awakening dazed when Darien
settled into their shelter. He always curled her to him, falling asleep
with her cuddled next to his side.
In some aspects, Serena was grateful for the warmth he provided from the
cold nights.
There were still 3 more days to Castle O'Connor, and this husband of hers
was slowly wearing down her resistance to him...
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Two days had passed and now, there were only a few more hours of travel
left in their whole journey. Darien had assured her they would reach the
Castle before nightfall.
Serena really hoped so. She badly wanted a bath to rid herself of the
dust and grime of travel. A washing at the stream helped clean the sweat
of the previous day but it was still no substitute for a nice warm bath.
The weather was already cooling down as they neared Castle O'Connor.
Serena had watched a change in Darien. He seemed more relaxed than he had
been when she first met him at O'Monaghan Keep.
Serena sighed. Well, she was growing tense. She had a feeling something
was going to happen soon...
It was after mid-day, when they were only a few more miles from the Castle
when the uneasiness Serena had felt, descended on them.
Bandits burst out of the thick wooded area of the forest. The O'Connor
men unsheathed their swords, their faces contorting with a grim finality as
the brigands attacked them.
Some of the men were defending the carriage. Serena was lost in the
confusion. Gritting her teeth, she unsheathed her own sword. It wasn't as
heavy as the mens, but it was wickedly sharp. She was not going to sit
like a duck and faint away with the vapours.
Some of the brigands were surprised to see the tiny woman with long blonde
hair, dressed in britches join into the fray of battle. Some even admitted
she was good.
Darien had just brought down another of their attackers when he turned to
look for his tiny wife. He found her fighting over to his right. His heart
swelled with pride. She was as handy with a sword as she said. A smile
curled his lip as he wondered how many men could boast their wives were
capable of being useful in a battle?
A large filthy bandit near Serena smiled leeringly at her. He was dirty
and smelly from weeks of no bathing. The tiny woman was impressive and quite
a little beauty as well. She had plenty of curves for such a tiny thing.
He licked his lips, wondering what it would be like to taste her. It had
been weeks since he'd had a woman, sampling their sweetmeats. With a
single-minded determination, he weaved his way towards the petite blonde.
He would have her.
Serena did not notice the man as he crept behind her. She was totally
focused on the opponent in front of her. A repugnant smell reached her
nostrils. But it was too late to act. A strong meaty arm wound round one of
her arms and her waist, under her breasts and fairly crushed her to the
owner of the hand, knocking her of breath as he dragged her backwards into
the darkness of the trees.
Turning to look at her captor, Serena glared icily at him. His other hand
had caught her wrist, twisting it to make her drop her sword. An unshaved
face of a dark haired man met her eyes. He grinned leeringly at her. Yellow
teeth was shown as his lips parted. Putrid breath like rotting meat and
stale whisky met her nose. She nearly gagged.
"Yuir a tiny little thing, ain't ye?? Fiesty and curvy." leered the man
as his hand came up to cup one of her breasts.
An indignant screech was issued by Serena as she struggled to get free.
Her booted feet kicking, trying to hit anything solid of the man. The
disgusting man merely laughed and nuzzled the back of her neck, his hot
smelly breath breathing down on her. She felt a drop of saliva fall on her
neck and she grimaced, still struggling.
The man forced her hands together, holding both of her wrists in a beefy
fist as he used his free hand to stroke her face.
"So smooth."
Serena hissed at him, her booted feet finally deciding to try stomping
for his foot.
The man merely laughed in amusement as he crudely cupped himself and
ground himself against her buttock.
"Yuir a hot bitch, an' I hav' a sudden yearnin' t'poke into a warrior's
tightness." he drawled lowly into her ear.
His hand left himself and he squeezed her backside.
Serena let out a loud piercing scream of bloody murder.
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Darien gnashed his teeth, snarling at the bandits. He brutally cut them
down without a thought to himself. Serena was gone!! He was sure he had
heard a screech a moment ago.
A loud angry scream echoed from the nearby wooded area.
Eamon who was next to his brother, looked at Darien.
"Ye dinnae think-" before he could finish his sentence, Darien was already
making his way like a raging beast towards the source of the sound.
Eamon sighed and was surprised at the loud clang beside him. It was Dougal
glaring reprovingly at him and a groaning bandit on the ground.
"Pay attention, ye silly jackass! I willnae go t' O'Monaghan Keep t'tell
yuir beloved ye got ye dumb arse killed by a brigand in a robbing cause
ye wasnae payin' attention." snapped his younger brother who was sweating.
Eamon grinned and nodded in thanks.
Darien practically charged into the forest, seeing two figures struggling
in the dim, lighting. He growled as fury seized him. His bellow was as loud
as any banshee's.
Serena's heart leapt in joy. It was Darien!! And his sudden appearence
gave her the diversion she needed. Her head shot backwards, knocking the
damn lecher in the face. The little pest of a man cried out and she took
advantage of his momentary injury and spun away from him, picking up her
sword that lay on the ground.
Darien had stopped by her side and was looking her up and down. He turned
his burning eyes on the dirty bandit a moment later.
The bandit was holding his nose that was gushing blood like a spout.
"Ye dahmn BITCH!!" he snarled.
Darien's fury tripled as he launched himself at the man. Darien tackled
him to the ground and proceeded to pound the filthy lecher.
"Ye watch yuir tongue, brigand or I'll cut it out. Ye tread on dangerous
ground by accosting me, me wife and kin." he snarled holding the man by the
lapels of his gherkin.
The bandit's face was swollen all over, his nose and lip bleeding. Darien
had also given the man a black eye.
Serena grimaced. She was sure she had heard the crack of bones when Darien
had tackled the man to the earth.
The man glared defiantly at him. "She's a bitch. A dahmn hellcat. By Gawd,
the damn banshee broke my nose. She's a whore-"
That was when Darien lost his temper and broke the man's jaw, knocking him
out like a light.
Darien stood up, dusted himself and glared at the unconscious man on the
ground. He was being lenient not killing the damn bastard. God knew he
wanted to deliver another swift kick to the man's gut and hear a few more
bones crack.
He turned to find Serena. He moved towards her side and took her into
his arms, checking her for injuries.
"Did th' bastard hurt ye, Serena?" asked Darien as he ran an arm down her
arm. One of her sleeves were ripped.
"Nae...he was just...crude." she answered, a flush on her cheeks.
"Crude?"
"Aye. Even more than ye. I never thought anybody could top ye in that."
said Serena as she rubbed her neck, trying to erase the disgusting saliva
that has dropped there. She felt so dirty.
Understanding lightened his eyes, but turned dark again with black rage,
directed at the unconscious brigand.
"He touched ye??"
"Nae. Nae in that way." whispered Serena. "Can we just leave here?"
With a last black glare, Darien pulled his wife close to his side,
cuddling her to him and led her out of the woods.
Reaching broad daylight, Darien noted his kinsmen wiping their swords of
blood. There were only minor wounds, no casualties. After all, the bandits
were no match for the O'Connors.
Eamon and Dougal came up next to them and peered at Serena, worried.
"Are ye alright, Serena?" asked Dougal hesitantly.
"Aye."
Darien gave her a little squeeze and walked to his father who was ordering
the men to mount up. They were going to back to Castle O'Connor.
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Serena could almost whoop for joy as the large black structure came into
sight. Castle O'Connor. This was to be her home now.
Stealing a glance at Darien, she saw him watching her, a protective gleam
in his blue eyes. She offered him a small smile, which he returned easily.
A bath!!
She was finally going to have a bath!! Besides the dirt, sweat and grime.
She now wanted to wash the horrible odour of the man as well as the saliva
and blood on her shirt.
Darien watched his bride fidget on her horse then her face went blank
when she was thinking. His heart filled with warmth and pride. A warm
feeling slid down his spine to his belly. His lips twisted wryly. He had
been like a berserker back there when Serena was missing. He had hated the
brigand who had dared to touch what belonged to him. She was HIS! Now and
for always. And he would kill anybody who sought to harm her or take her
from him.
Eamon had ridden his gelding up next to Darien's stallion and in a low
voice, questioned his brother.
"A-hem...Darien, have ye decided what t'do with Sabrina?? Or at least
how t'explain it t'yuir bride?"
Darien cursed. With the attack and all the nights he spent cuddled next
to Serena, he had forgotten about the blasted woman. An image of dark
curling hair that flowed down to shapely hips emerged in his mind. Bright
grey eyes with pouty red lips.
He groaned. This was bad...very bad.
Darien's eyes went to the tiny figure ahead, silver-gold curls that
tumbled down her back to her waist. Her eyes swam before his mind, replacing
the grey ones that had appeared in his mind's eye a moment ago.
His chest tightened.
As they rode through the large gates, the crowd that had gathered was
silent, watching the tiny young woman that rode next to the future laird.
The O'Monaghan girl.
Serena felt uneasy under all the stares. She probably presented them an
unusual sight, dressed in britches and her shirt, dirty and bloody. There
were soft whispers as women pointed at her and talked behind their hands.
Her hands tightened on the reins of her horse, her knuckles going white.
Suddenly, a warm hand covered hers and she looked up to find Darien
smiling at her in encouragement. Slowly, he lifted her hand, clasped in his,
high above their heads.
"My wife, Serena O'Monaghan. The O'Connor bride." announced Darien surely
and loudly to the crowd.
The whispers stopped.
Then, there was a clapping and soon the whole courtyard was clapping and
cheering in boisterous voices. Some of the tension in Serena's shoulder's
eased. She even willingly let Darien lift her down from her mare. She
stood next to him in apprehension.
Darien stared down at his little imp who clutched at her reins. He
couldn't blame her. The O'Connors and the O'Monaghans had long been at war
with each other and right now, Serena was alone in the stronghold of the
O'Connors. He wanted to bend close to her and comfort her, alay her fears.
But before he could do that, the image of a dark haired woman was pushing
her way through the throngs of people.
He had no way of stopping it.
The voluptous brunette threw herself at him, hugging and kissing his face
before kissing him passionately on the mouth. He could hear Serena's
in-drawn breath of shock and he cringed. His arms came up to push the woman
away from him. But she disengaged herself and smiled at him.
"Oh, Dare, love...I've missed ye!!"
Darien could almost believe he heard a choked sound from Serena.
Serena stared in confusion at the voluptous brunette that had emerged from
the crowd. She was beautiful with long curling dark hair, shiny and healthy
reaching her hips, long lashes that framed bright grey eyes, a pert nose,
creamy skin and a pouty shiny mouth. The woman was slightly larger than her.
Especially around the chest and hips!
A cold dread seeped into her heart as she watched the woman kiss Darien
passionately. Her heart had nearly stopped when the woman called Darien by
a pet name and an endearment. Anger, shame and jealousy rose in her,
threathening to choke her. She could only make an unatractive croak to
catch Darien's attention. The damn debauching bastard...
She hated him. Hated him for making her care.
Finally, the woman turned inquisitive grey eyes to her face, took in her
dirty and disheveled appearance and turned questioning eyes to Darien's
face, looking for answers of her own.
Darien could almost see the accusation and anger in Serena's eyes. Her
shame. His petite wife had such pride and he almost hated himself for
causing her this hurt. He watched as the ice filled her eyes and her back
stiffened. He knew, his bride had once again, shut him out as she did when
they first met. Before he had broken through. He cursed in his mind.
"Darien, who is this?" asked Serena coolly. Darien winced at the tone.
"This is Sabrina." answered Darien.
"Who's she, Dare??" questioned Sabrina, her eyes narrowing on the tiny
blonde. Sabrina frowned. She had heard cheering and clapping as she rushed
out of the Castle. She knew Darien had returned. But who was this tiny
woman-child next to him??
Darien wished he was anywhere but here right now.
Eamon nudged him. "Be a man, brother."
Dougal nodded in agreement. "Be brave. Take it like a man."
Darien glared at them.
"Sabrina, this is my wife, Serena."
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To be continued...
Mua-hahahahaahahahahahahaha!!! Am I evil?? Reviews/Emails please!! I want
to know what you think so far. :) Hehehe...I'm enjoying writing this portion
of the story so far. :D Yup, I think everything is gonna be down hill
from here. What can I say?? It's a Sabrina vs Serena showdown!! Hehehe
9/6/02
edited: 11/6/02 (1.15am, Asia)
Author:Tapestry
Email:Shaddow_Cat@hotmail.com
WAFF vs TAFF 2001
Standard Disclaimer Apply
* denotes thought
7/6/02
"Woman was created from the ribs of man
Not from his head to top him
Nor from his feet to be walked upon
She was made from his side to be his equal
From beneath his arms to be protected
From very near his heart to be loved."
--Anonymous--
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AN: Firstly, I want to say thank you to all my reviewers. :)
And another thing, WARNING!!! This is PG13 to slightly R for reference
to sex.
Darien and Serena gaped at the blushing couple with guilty looks on their
faces. It was unbelievable! It was impossible! It was unexpected! It was...
it was...it was totally beyond the bounds of sanity.
"What?" exclaimed Serena.
"When?" gaped Darien.
"How?" echoed Serena.
"Why?" questioned Darien.
The pair merely grinned ruefully, red colour spreading on their cheeks.
"Those two lovers we heard that night..." said Serena slowly, her gaze
turning to her husband's with dawning realization.
"Bloody hell! It cannae be. 'Twas YE????" exclaimed Darien, a look of
surprise on his face as he and his wife both turned to the couple.
"'Twas ye two that night we heard confessin' yuir love for each other??"
"Ye heard???"
"Aye we heard!! But we left once we made sure ye were nae strangers at
O'Monaghan Keep. We dinnae actually go close enough to make out who 'twas,
Eamon." drawled Darien.
Eamon O'Connor felt a heated flush bloom on his cheeks, his arms still
wrapped securely around Teresa O'Monaghan.
"I cannae believe it." said Serena in a daze, shaking her blonde head.
"I cannae believe I dinnae notice it!! So THAT'S what ye meant when ye
said ye probably wouldnae find another wench to bed for a long long time!"
exclaimed Darien in understanding.
"And it's no wonder ye've been disappearin' so much, Teresa!! Oh, ye
havenae laid with him have ye!!??" yelled Serena pointing at Eamon.
"SERENA!!" exclaimed Teresa, her cheeks flaming.
Darien chuckled and placed an arm around his wife's shoulders, giving
them a gentle squeeze.
"Lower yuir voice, love. The walls may have ears."
"Ooh! If papa knew..."
"Serena!! How can ye say that! Of course I havenae...well- ye know."
"I cannae believe ye dinnae tell me, Terry! I mean, if I were Moira or
Abby, I'd understand. But ME! I'm yuir sister, Teresa! The one who looked
out for ye!!" hissed Serena under her breath.
Tears filled Teresa's eyes as she smiled a wobbly smile at her sister.
"Oh, Serena...I couldnae tell ye. 'Twas too new, too exciting. Too
special. 'Twas just one of those thing ye just had t'keep a secret aboot."
sighed Teresa, taking hold of Serena's hands.
"Besides, I doubt papa would let me wed right now. He still has Rory,
Sean, Moira and Abigail t'worry aboot."
Darien eyed his brother expectantly.
"What aboot me?? I'm yuir brother, nae?? Why dinnae ye tell me?" asked
Darien indignantly.
A grin appeared on Eamon's face as he shrugged helplessly.
"I doona know. I just dinnae feel like tellin' anybody."
"We love each other. 'Tis all that matters. We'll tell our da's one day.
Just nae now. Ye and Darien deserve all th' attention right now." smiled
Teresa as she moved back into Eamon's embrace.
"Right, we'll face all th' challenges that come later. Right now, I just
want t'hold Teresa in me arms for awhile longer. I doubt I'll be back here
soon. But I'll try." he grinned once more, clasping strong arms around
the woman he loved.
Serena sighed and looked up at Darien. He met her look with an exact one
of his own.
Turning back to face the couple, Serena smiled at her sister.
"Oh, Terry...I was born older, but why is it ye seem older than I do,
right now?? Ye seem so grown up, so ladylike and beautiful, sister." smiled
Serena wistfully.
Teresa smiled. "Aye, well...love does that t'ye, Serena. It makes ye
grow up really quick. Ye're nae all that childish lookin', right now. Ye
look more like a lady."
"I'll miss ye when I'm at Castle O'Connor, Terry." sighed Serena.
"I'll miss ye, too."
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The sun was already over the sky when the O'Connors and the new O'Connor
bride bade goodbye to the O'Monaghans and O'Monaghan Keep.
Serena was dressed in breeches, a dark green riding cloak around her
shoulders. She rode close to the carriage, next to her husband, who was
riding along side her to give protection to the ladies of the group. The
O'Connor men rode their horses in a position, boxing the carriage in.
"Darien?"
"Hmm?"
"How long does it take, t'reach Castle O'Connor?"
"Aboot 5 days."
"Oh."
The silence once more. The day was warm and no one was inclined to speak
in such weather.
At nightfall, they made camp near a stream. Some of the O'Connor men went
hunting for fresh meat in the nearby forest.
Serena took the opportunity to wash her face, she didn't say a word to
her new husband. The silence seemed to expand like a gorge between them.
After supper, Serena went over to the makeshift shelter Darien had put
up. The night air was cold and Serena shivered slightly. Tucking herself
into the blankets, she tried to sleep, but the thin cloth hardly offered
warmth from the night air.
She dozed off sometime then but awoke once more, shivering from the cold.
A dark shadow blocked out the meager moonlight that shone into the shelter.
Serena was dimly aware when strong arms curled around her, pulling her
closer to a warm body.
Serena made a sleepy protest but finally curled closer to the large body
for warmth. She felt loved and happy. With that, she fell asleep listening
to the steady beat of a heart, nestled against her husband, one of her tiny
hands curled into a fist against his broad chest.
The following morning, Serena awoke to find herself locked to her husband.
His muscular arms tight around her waist.
She blinked, confused where she was before the memories of the day before
dawned in her befuddled mind.
Her eyes curiously turned upwards to look at Darien's face, still asleep.
He looked like a petulant child, frowning in his sleep, hugging her loosely
to him.
She felt the steady thump of his heart in his chest, next to her hand.
It was such a soothing rhythm. One that made her think of peace in the
world.
Finally, Serena wondered what time it was. As she tried to disengage
herself from her husband's arms, came the shocking discovery of just how
strong her husband was. His arms tightened around her, locking her firmly
to his hard body. Serena's breath caught. She could feel every inch of him
plastered to her.
She looked up in confusion, trying to determine if he was awake or still
asleep. His eyes were closed and his breathing unchanged from the steady
rhythm a moment ago. He was asleep.
She glared at her husband who was still frowning in his sleep. This time,
almost looking as if someone was trying to take away his favourite toy.
Her hands pried at his wrists, trying to get them to unlock with no avail.
Blast the man. Did he HAVE to be so strong??
*Come on, man. Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go...* she chanted in
her mind.
Her wishing was in vain. The damn man merely turned, bringing her with
him, right on top of his body. She stared down at his face.
*God! Is he lazy or what?*
Glaring daggers at her husband, Serena resorted to the final straw.
Waking him up...
"O'Connor."
He merely snorted and continued sleeping.
"Wake up."
No response.
"O'CONNOR!! WAKE UP!!" exclaimed Serena exasperated.
One eye popped open to look at her blearily. Finally, both eyes opened to
stare into hers.
*Maybe wakin' him was a mistake...* gulped Serena as she stared into his
eyes that were unnerving her with the strange emotion she saw there.
Darien looked at his wife for a few long moments. Her silver-blonde hair
was mussed and her eyes were shining brilliantly from sleep. She stared
down at him with confusion and apprehension.
A smile quirked his lips.
"Aren't ye th' early riser." he grinned.
"And ye're a lazy pig. It's mornin', O'Connor. Time t'wake up." snapped
Serena, glaring at him once more.
Darien's smile broadened as she saw the unmistakable fire in her eyes.
His spitfire imp was back.
"Well, wife...as we are nae goin' t'catch leprechauns or pixies, I doona
see why we have t'rise now. I doubt any o' me kin has yet t'rise. So,
unless someone has sickened or died, there is nae any reason t'rise."
"That's because ye never MAKE them rise. It's hardly comfortable to be
abed on the ground, O'Connor."
"Husband."
"Whatever. Now, as ye're nae gettin' up, would ye mind releasin' me from
yuir grip o' iron??"
Darien merely smiled and pulled her more snugly over his frame, one large
hand cupping the back of her head, pulling her down.
Serena realized at once, his intentions.
"Darien!"
That didn't deter him.
With his hand, he pulled her head down to his, his lips meeting hers in a
soft butterfly kiss, before he increased his fervor.
He coaxed her lips open with his tongue, swallowing the moan that rose
from her throat. He rolled her under him, not missing a beat or breaking the
kiss.
Serena's mind had gone blank, fuzzy with the emotions Darien O'Connor
raised in her. Her hands went tentatively to his shoulders. Her hands
feeling the muscles beneath.
When Darien broke the kiss to look at her, they were both breathing hard.
Her eyes wide as they looked into his and one of his hands buried in her
hair, the other by her head.
Her lips were swollen from his ministrations. All in all, she looked
delightfully ravished and sweetly innocent.
He chuckled before planting a swift kiss onto her forehead and rolling
off her, getting up. He left the shelter leaving her within it's confines
dazed and confused as to what had just happened.
Unsteady fingers rose to her lips, touching the flesh swollen from his
assault. She released a shaky breath and stuck her head out glaring at the
dark haired man by a black horse.
"DEVIL!!"
Her husband heard her shout, turning to look back at her, he merely let
out a gusty laugh, waking several men who poked their heads from their
blankets looking confused at all the commotion that early in the morning.
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It was afternoon once more and the sweltering heat did not help one bit
with Serena's temper. The pestilence of a man was still riding on his damn
stud with that stupid grin on his face. The dumb aggravatingly egoistical
grin on his face which made her want to hit him.
The man was so arrogant all the hot air in him could warm a castle room!
She rode on her mare, her face fixed in a black scowl.
Darien rode on his stallion beside his wife in a jovial mood. He just
couldn't seem to stop smiling. In the corner of his eye, he noticed the
angry look that was fixed on Serena's face. That only made his insides grow
warmer. Despite the damn heat, nothing seemed to be able crack his good
mood. With a chuckle, he leaned over toward Serena.
"Serena, if ye dinnae stop scowlin', that look will be a permanent fixture
on yuir face. Ye'll frighten all the wee ones at the Castle." he teased.
Flaming blue eyes met his laughing ones.
"GOOD!" hissed Serena.
"Hmm...With yuir temper and face, 'twould be a miracle iffin the wee babes
would even come close t'ye, let alone our own babes in th' future. Ye'd
scare th' poor thing." clucked Darien shaking his head.
Serena's face flushed. *Babes? Of our OWN??*
"Ass!" spat Serena, nudging her mare into a faster gait. She couldn't
understand it. Just WHY was she angry with Darien O'Connor anyway??
Darien stared after his wife's comely hips, bouncing on the horse as
his brothers rode up next to him.
"So, how's married life, so far?" asked Dougal curiously.
"Aye! Tell us, brother. How does th' ball an' chain feel like??" chuckled
Eamon heartily.
Darien turned mocking eyes on his second brother.
"Heh! I daresay ye'll be findin' out soon, eh, brother?"
"Huh?" echoed Dougal confused.
Eamon flushed.
"Are ye gettin' hitched, brother??" questioned Dougal, eyeing his
blushing brother suspiciously.
Eamon stayed silent.
Understanding dawned. He had seen his brother around with Teresa
O'Monaghan more than a few times. Usually, the pair were laughing and
talking or Eamon was helping her with her duties.
"Eamon, ye doona mean-?" breathed Dougal, letting his sentence trail off.
Darien's shoulders shook with restrained laughter.
Dougal's surprised face changed into one with mock reproof.
"Well, I never...'tis nae fair!! That would mean I'm th' only one out o'
th' three without a sweetheart!" exclaimed Dougal feigning outrage.
"Who has a sweetheart?" came a deep voice.
Serena who had been listening to the brothers conversation, laughed aloud
when she realized the new voice belonged to none other than the brothers'
father!
At night, Serena once again dozed lightly, awakening dazed when Darien
settled into their shelter. He always curled her to him, falling asleep
with her cuddled next to his side.
In some aspects, Serena was grateful for the warmth he provided from the
cold nights.
There were still 3 more days to Castle O'Connor, and this husband of hers
was slowly wearing down her resistance to him...
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Two days had passed and now, there were only a few more hours of travel
left in their whole journey. Darien had assured her they would reach the
Castle before nightfall.
Serena really hoped so. She badly wanted a bath to rid herself of the
dust and grime of travel. A washing at the stream helped clean the sweat
of the previous day but it was still no substitute for a nice warm bath.
The weather was already cooling down as they neared Castle O'Connor.
Serena had watched a change in Darien. He seemed more relaxed than he had
been when she first met him at O'Monaghan Keep.
Serena sighed. Well, she was growing tense. She had a feeling something
was going to happen soon...
It was after mid-day, when they were only a few more miles from the Castle
when the uneasiness Serena had felt, descended on them.
Bandits burst out of the thick wooded area of the forest. The O'Connor
men unsheathed their swords, their faces contorting with a grim finality as
the brigands attacked them.
Some of the men were defending the carriage. Serena was lost in the
confusion. Gritting her teeth, she unsheathed her own sword. It wasn't as
heavy as the mens, but it was wickedly sharp. She was not going to sit
like a duck and faint away with the vapours.
Some of the brigands were surprised to see the tiny woman with long blonde
hair, dressed in britches join into the fray of battle. Some even admitted
she was good.
Darien had just brought down another of their attackers when he turned to
look for his tiny wife. He found her fighting over to his right. His heart
swelled with pride. She was as handy with a sword as she said. A smile
curled his lip as he wondered how many men could boast their wives were
capable of being useful in a battle?
A large filthy bandit near Serena smiled leeringly at her. He was dirty
and smelly from weeks of no bathing. The tiny woman was impressive and quite
a little beauty as well. She had plenty of curves for such a tiny thing.
He licked his lips, wondering what it would be like to taste her. It had
been weeks since he'd had a woman, sampling their sweetmeats. With a
single-minded determination, he weaved his way towards the petite blonde.
He would have her.
Serena did not notice the man as he crept behind her. She was totally
focused on the opponent in front of her. A repugnant smell reached her
nostrils. But it was too late to act. A strong meaty arm wound round one of
her arms and her waist, under her breasts and fairly crushed her to the
owner of the hand, knocking her of breath as he dragged her backwards into
the darkness of the trees.
Turning to look at her captor, Serena glared icily at him. His other hand
had caught her wrist, twisting it to make her drop her sword. An unshaved
face of a dark haired man met her eyes. He grinned leeringly at her. Yellow
teeth was shown as his lips parted. Putrid breath like rotting meat and
stale whisky met her nose. She nearly gagged.
"Yuir a tiny little thing, ain't ye?? Fiesty and curvy." leered the man
as his hand came up to cup one of her breasts.
An indignant screech was issued by Serena as she struggled to get free.
Her booted feet kicking, trying to hit anything solid of the man. The
disgusting man merely laughed and nuzzled the back of her neck, his hot
smelly breath breathing down on her. She felt a drop of saliva fall on her
neck and she grimaced, still struggling.
The man forced her hands together, holding both of her wrists in a beefy
fist as he used his free hand to stroke her face.
"So smooth."
Serena hissed at him, her booted feet finally deciding to try stomping
for his foot.
The man merely laughed in amusement as he crudely cupped himself and
ground himself against her buttock.
"Yuir a hot bitch, an' I hav' a sudden yearnin' t'poke into a warrior's
tightness." he drawled lowly into her ear.
His hand left himself and he squeezed her backside.
Serena let out a loud piercing scream of bloody murder.
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Darien gnashed his teeth, snarling at the bandits. He brutally cut them
down without a thought to himself. Serena was gone!! He was sure he had
heard a screech a moment ago.
A loud angry scream echoed from the nearby wooded area.
Eamon who was next to his brother, looked at Darien.
"Ye dinnae think-" before he could finish his sentence, Darien was already
making his way like a raging beast towards the source of the sound.
Eamon sighed and was surprised at the loud clang beside him. It was Dougal
glaring reprovingly at him and a groaning bandit on the ground.
"Pay attention, ye silly jackass! I willnae go t' O'Monaghan Keep t'tell
yuir beloved ye got ye dumb arse killed by a brigand in a robbing cause
ye wasnae payin' attention." snapped his younger brother who was sweating.
Eamon grinned and nodded in thanks.
Darien practically charged into the forest, seeing two figures struggling
in the dim, lighting. He growled as fury seized him. His bellow was as loud
as any banshee's.
Serena's heart leapt in joy. It was Darien!! And his sudden appearence
gave her the diversion she needed. Her head shot backwards, knocking the
damn lecher in the face. The little pest of a man cried out and she took
advantage of his momentary injury and spun away from him, picking up her
sword that lay on the ground.
Darien had stopped by her side and was looking her up and down. He turned
his burning eyes on the dirty bandit a moment later.
The bandit was holding his nose that was gushing blood like a spout.
"Ye dahmn BITCH!!" he snarled.
Darien's fury tripled as he launched himself at the man. Darien tackled
him to the ground and proceeded to pound the filthy lecher.
"Ye watch yuir tongue, brigand or I'll cut it out. Ye tread on dangerous
ground by accosting me, me wife and kin." he snarled holding the man by the
lapels of his gherkin.
The bandit's face was swollen all over, his nose and lip bleeding. Darien
had also given the man a black eye.
Serena grimaced. She was sure she had heard the crack of bones when Darien
had tackled the man to the earth.
The man glared defiantly at him. "She's a bitch. A dahmn hellcat. By Gawd,
the damn banshee broke my nose. She's a whore-"
That was when Darien lost his temper and broke the man's jaw, knocking him
out like a light.
Darien stood up, dusted himself and glared at the unconscious man on the
ground. He was being lenient not killing the damn bastard. God knew he
wanted to deliver another swift kick to the man's gut and hear a few more
bones crack.
He turned to find Serena. He moved towards her side and took her into
his arms, checking her for injuries.
"Did th' bastard hurt ye, Serena?" asked Darien as he ran an arm down her
arm. One of her sleeves were ripped.
"Nae...he was just...crude." she answered, a flush on her cheeks.
"Crude?"
"Aye. Even more than ye. I never thought anybody could top ye in that."
said Serena as she rubbed her neck, trying to erase the disgusting saliva
that has dropped there. She felt so dirty.
Understanding lightened his eyes, but turned dark again with black rage,
directed at the unconscious brigand.
"He touched ye??"
"Nae. Nae in that way." whispered Serena. "Can we just leave here?"
With a last black glare, Darien pulled his wife close to his side,
cuddling her to him and led her out of the woods.
Reaching broad daylight, Darien noted his kinsmen wiping their swords of
blood. There were only minor wounds, no casualties. After all, the bandits
were no match for the O'Connors.
Eamon and Dougal came up next to them and peered at Serena, worried.
"Are ye alright, Serena?" asked Dougal hesitantly.
"Aye."
Darien gave her a little squeeze and walked to his father who was ordering
the men to mount up. They were going to back to Castle O'Connor.
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Serena could almost whoop for joy as the large black structure came into
sight. Castle O'Connor. This was to be her home now.
Stealing a glance at Darien, she saw him watching her, a protective gleam
in his blue eyes. She offered him a small smile, which he returned easily.
A bath!!
She was finally going to have a bath!! Besides the dirt, sweat and grime.
She now wanted to wash the horrible odour of the man as well as the saliva
and blood on her shirt.
Darien watched his bride fidget on her horse then her face went blank
when she was thinking. His heart filled with warmth and pride. A warm
feeling slid down his spine to his belly. His lips twisted wryly. He had
been like a berserker back there when Serena was missing. He had hated the
brigand who had dared to touch what belonged to him. She was HIS! Now and
for always. And he would kill anybody who sought to harm her or take her
from him.
Eamon had ridden his gelding up next to Darien's stallion and in a low
voice, questioned his brother.
"A-hem...Darien, have ye decided what t'do with Sabrina?? Or at least
how t'explain it t'yuir bride?"
Darien cursed. With the attack and all the nights he spent cuddled next
to Serena, he had forgotten about the blasted woman. An image of dark
curling hair that flowed down to shapely hips emerged in his mind. Bright
grey eyes with pouty red lips.
He groaned. This was bad...very bad.
Darien's eyes went to the tiny figure ahead, silver-gold curls that
tumbled down her back to her waist. Her eyes swam before his mind, replacing
the grey ones that had appeared in his mind's eye a moment ago.
His chest tightened.
As they rode through the large gates, the crowd that had gathered was
silent, watching the tiny young woman that rode next to the future laird.
The O'Monaghan girl.
Serena felt uneasy under all the stares. She probably presented them an
unusual sight, dressed in britches and her shirt, dirty and bloody. There
were soft whispers as women pointed at her and talked behind their hands.
Her hands tightened on the reins of her horse, her knuckles going white.
Suddenly, a warm hand covered hers and she looked up to find Darien
smiling at her in encouragement. Slowly, he lifted her hand, clasped in his,
high above their heads.
"My wife, Serena O'Monaghan. The O'Connor bride." announced Darien surely
and loudly to the crowd.
The whispers stopped.
Then, there was a clapping and soon the whole courtyard was clapping and
cheering in boisterous voices. Some of the tension in Serena's shoulder's
eased. She even willingly let Darien lift her down from her mare. She
stood next to him in apprehension.
Darien stared down at his little imp who clutched at her reins. He
couldn't blame her. The O'Connors and the O'Monaghans had long been at war
with each other and right now, Serena was alone in the stronghold of the
O'Connors. He wanted to bend close to her and comfort her, alay her fears.
But before he could do that, the image of a dark haired woman was pushing
her way through the throngs of people.
He had no way of stopping it.
The voluptous brunette threw herself at him, hugging and kissing his face
before kissing him passionately on the mouth. He could hear Serena's
in-drawn breath of shock and he cringed. His arms came up to push the woman
away from him. But she disengaged herself and smiled at him.
"Oh, Dare, love...I've missed ye!!"
Darien could almost believe he heard a choked sound from Serena.
Serena stared in confusion at the voluptous brunette that had emerged from
the crowd. She was beautiful with long curling dark hair, shiny and healthy
reaching her hips, long lashes that framed bright grey eyes, a pert nose,
creamy skin and a pouty shiny mouth. The woman was slightly larger than her.
Especially around the chest and hips!
A cold dread seeped into her heart as she watched the woman kiss Darien
passionately. Her heart had nearly stopped when the woman called Darien by
a pet name and an endearment. Anger, shame and jealousy rose in her,
threathening to choke her. She could only make an unatractive croak to
catch Darien's attention. The damn debauching bastard...
She hated him. Hated him for making her care.
Finally, the woman turned inquisitive grey eyes to her face, took in her
dirty and disheveled appearance and turned questioning eyes to Darien's
face, looking for answers of her own.
Darien could almost see the accusation and anger in Serena's eyes. Her
shame. His petite wife had such pride and he almost hated himself for
causing her this hurt. He watched as the ice filled her eyes and her back
stiffened. He knew, his bride had once again, shut him out as she did when
they first met. Before he had broken through. He cursed in his mind.
"Darien, who is this?" asked Serena coolly. Darien winced at the tone.
"This is Sabrina." answered Darien.
"Who's she, Dare??" questioned Sabrina, her eyes narrowing on the tiny
blonde. Sabrina frowned. She had heard cheering and clapping as she rushed
out of the Castle. She knew Darien had returned. But who was this tiny
woman-child next to him??
Darien wished he was anywhere but here right now.
Eamon nudged him. "Be a man, brother."
Dougal nodded in agreement. "Be brave. Take it like a man."
Darien glared at them.
"Sabrina, this is my wife, Serena."
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To be continued...
Mua-hahahahaahahahahahahaha!!! Am I evil?? Reviews/Emails please!! I want
to know what you think so far. :) Hehehe...I'm enjoying writing this portion
of the story so far. :D Yup, I think everything is gonna be down hill
from here. What can I say?? It's a Sabrina vs Serena showdown!! Hehehe
9/6/02
edited: 11/6/02 (1.15am, Asia)