disclaimer: yes...i own the daughters of the moon. i also own lynne ewing.
i also own the world. no, you of the thickheaded I WAS KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a/n: i probably won't get a chance 2 write another chapter 2day...but then again that's what i said last chapter. but i won't have access 2 this comp. until next monday after today so tomorrow and sunday THERE WILL BE NOTHIN!!!! ok....i'm finished with the seriousness now....now it's on to the fictionness...HEREGOESMYFANFIC!!!
Chapter Five
After Stanton had woken up and had stared at the lids of his eyes for a while he finally made himself lift his body. He was so tired. He leaned back on his hand and....he touched flesh...and it wasn't his own.
Oh my God, he thought. Please don't let this be what I think it is. He turned and found that it was exactly what he thought it was. It wasn't the woman he longed for. It wasn't even a woman he was attracted to. It was Cassandra. He felt like he was going to throw up. He couldn't believe that he'd done this. How could he have sunk that low? He got out of the bed and made a beeline for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked the voice behind him. He turned and saw her. It was exactly the same. She hadn't magically turned into Serena. It was still Cassandra. And worst part was that she didn't even sound seductive or angry....just simply concerned.
"Look Cassandra, I don't know what happened here last night, I really don't remember, but it was , it hurt a little to say it. There was something about the look in her eyes that made him feel sorry, but not wrong, for saying it. Even though he knew the only one was Serena.
Suddenly, Cassandra lowered her eyes. "I know," she breathed, "I know it's not me. Nothing happened. We were....well we were kissing and you fell asleep. I didn't wake you up. If I did that to you I knew I would hate myself even more than I already do."
Stanton was astonished. Could Cassandra actually be giving him up? Willingly? To Serena? This was just to hard to comprehend. And she didn't even have him first? Cassandra? And then he noticed something he hadn't noticed before. Both of them were fully clothed. This was just....well....amazing. He had completely underestimated the human heart, or, at least, Cassandra's.
All he could manage was a lame "Thank you."
And then he mindspeeched 'Cassandra, I will always care for you because of this....even if it's not in the way that you need'. And at that moment he realized what he needed.
And then he started to sprint. His muscles were screaming after about the first mile but he didn't care. He would not use anything related to the Atrox to make this trip. He strained his muscles with every step, and he was almost collapsed when he reached Serena's front door. He knocked and was feeling like he was going to set himself free right then and there when it came over him again.
Of course he expected it, but no one could every be completely prepared for that hunger for a human life. And he did, he needed her to die, but he supressed it. He still felt it but he kept it at bay, just enough.
The door opened.
"Ser....oh, it's you." Serena's brother, Collin, was at the door. He had prepared himself for everything, but not this.
"Why, yes, yes it is. And who, pray tell, are you? And why are you looking for my sister."
Stanton felt a little small. He was a few inches shorter than this guy and he wasn't used to that. Usually he towered above the crowd. "Please, could I just see her?" he asked, fighting the urge to kill him in replacement of a Daughter.
Collin looked at him suspiciously. Without taking his eyes off of Stanton, Collin called, "Serena! There's GUY here to see you!" Collin just stood there, still watching him.
Stanton stifled a cuckle when he heard Serena's started, distant voice, "What?!" and then the voice resumed its dignity and came closer. "You don't have to sound so suprised. I do, ACTUALLY talk to guys. Its not that imposs...." and she saw him. "Collin," she hissed, her tone changing considerably for the worse, "go away. I need to talk to this one. He needs to learn not to come knocking where he's not wanted."
Stanton looked at her with pleading eyes as Collin said, "Are you sure? If you want, I could easily..."
"Go," she ordered. And he did. She can be very frightening. She stepped outside and closed the door. Stanton was a bit frightened. Then again, he had more reason to be.
"Talk quickly," said Serena, "I won't hesitate to kill you if you say anything to make me think I should."
These words hurt so much, yet they were so ironic, because now his urge to reach out and strangle her was growing stronger and stronger.
"Serena," he said, "I....I need you. You're the only woman in my life. Please.....just....please." He hadn't really prepared a speech, and none of that came anywhere near describing what he was feeling.
Serena looked at him with a glare of pure hatred...but maybe, just maybe he saw a spark of hope in her eyes? That small glimmer gave him the courage to keep himself from blasting her with every ounce of power he had and to say to her mind, 'Serena, no one could ever feel the way I feel about you.' Her perfect, beautiful face still looked unconvinced so he did the only thing he could think of to make her sure.
He kissed her. He kissed her in a long, passionate kiss that lighted every flame in his body that had been yearning for this. She struggled at first, and then sank into it, feeling the exact same thing he felt. Stanton let himself get caught up in the kiss; the passion of it. He let the whole of himself enter her, through that kiss, which was a mistake. He wasn't guarding himself anymore
The hands cupping her face, slid down her neck and started to squeeze, harder and harder, determined to act of their own free will. He tried to stop himself. He saw the look of horror and confusion and hatred in her eyes and he tried to stop himself. He Finally did. He looked at his own hands in horror.
Apparantly Serena was too stunned to do anything, because when he looked up at her shocked features he hadn't been blasted by her power yet. He let out a wail of anguish and sank into the shadows, not trying to avoid his dark powers anymore, except to keep her safe.
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a/n: TADA~!!!!!!!!!!!!! wasn't it loverly????? i think it was.....it was BEAUTIMOUS!!!!!! REVIEW!!! I STILL HAVE THE SKITTLES!!!!!!! AND I"M STILL COMPLETELY HIGH OFF WRITING THAT PART OF THE STORY!!!!!!!! review it.....if you don't i'll send Stanton after you....and he will take out his thirst for blood on YOU!!!! well, no i won't...but review nEway!!!!
a/n: i probably won't get a chance 2 write another chapter 2day...but then again that's what i said last chapter. but i won't have access 2 this comp. until next monday after today so tomorrow and sunday THERE WILL BE NOTHIN!!!! ok....i'm finished with the seriousness now....now it's on to the fictionness...HEREGOESMYFANFIC!!!
Chapter Five
After Stanton had woken up and had stared at the lids of his eyes for a while he finally made himself lift his body. He was so tired. He leaned back on his hand and....he touched flesh...and it wasn't his own.
Oh my God, he thought. Please don't let this be what I think it is. He turned and found that it was exactly what he thought it was. It wasn't the woman he longed for. It wasn't even a woman he was attracted to. It was Cassandra. He felt like he was going to throw up. He couldn't believe that he'd done this. How could he have sunk that low? He got out of the bed and made a beeline for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked the voice behind him. He turned and saw her. It was exactly the same. She hadn't magically turned into Serena. It was still Cassandra. And worst part was that she didn't even sound seductive or angry....just simply concerned.
"Look Cassandra, I don't know what happened here last night, I really don't remember, but it was , it hurt a little to say it. There was something about the look in her eyes that made him feel sorry, but not wrong, for saying it. Even though he knew the only one was Serena.
Suddenly, Cassandra lowered her eyes. "I know," she breathed, "I know it's not me. Nothing happened. We were....well we were kissing and you fell asleep. I didn't wake you up. If I did that to you I knew I would hate myself even more than I already do."
Stanton was astonished. Could Cassandra actually be giving him up? Willingly? To Serena? This was just to hard to comprehend. And she didn't even have him first? Cassandra? And then he noticed something he hadn't noticed before. Both of them were fully clothed. This was just....well....amazing. He had completely underestimated the human heart, or, at least, Cassandra's.
All he could manage was a lame "Thank you."
And then he mindspeeched 'Cassandra, I will always care for you because of this....even if it's not in the way that you need'. And at that moment he realized what he needed.
And then he started to sprint. His muscles were screaming after about the first mile but he didn't care. He would not use anything related to the Atrox to make this trip. He strained his muscles with every step, and he was almost collapsed when he reached Serena's front door. He knocked and was feeling like he was going to set himself free right then and there when it came over him again.
Of course he expected it, but no one could every be completely prepared for that hunger for a human life. And he did, he needed her to die, but he supressed it. He still felt it but he kept it at bay, just enough.
The door opened.
"Ser....oh, it's you." Serena's brother, Collin, was at the door. He had prepared himself for everything, but not this.
"Why, yes, yes it is. And who, pray tell, are you? And why are you looking for my sister."
Stanton felt a little small. He was a few inches shorter than this guy and he wasn't used to that. Usually he towered above the crowd. "Please, could I just see her?" he asked, fighting the urge to kill him in replacement of a Daughter.
Collin looked at him suspiciously. Without taking his eyes off of Stanton, Collin called, "Serena! There's GUY here to see you!" Collin just stood there, still watching him.
Stanton stifled a cuckle when he heard Serena's started, distant voice, "What?!" and then the voice resumed its dignity and came closer. "You don't have to sound so suprised. I do, ACTUALLY talk to guys. Its not that imposs...." and she saw him. "Collin," she hissed, her tone changing considerably for the worse, "go away. I need to talk to this one. He needs to learn not to come knocking where he's not wanted."
Stanton looked at her with pleading eyes as Collin said, "Are you sure? If you want, I could easily..."
"Go," she ordered. And he did. She can be very frightening. She stepped outside and closed the door. Stanton was a bit frightened. Then again, he had more reason to be.
"Talk quickly," said Serena, "I won't hesitate to kill you if you say anything to make me think I should."
These words hurt so much, yet they were so ironic, because now his urge to reach out and strangle her was growing stronger and stronger.
"Serena," he said, "I....I need you. You're the only woman in my life. Please.....just....please." He hadn't really prepared a speech, and none of that came anywhere near describing what he was feeling.
Serena looked at him with a glare of pure hatred...but maybe, just maybe he saw a spark of hope in her eyes? That small glimmer gave him the courage to keep himself from blasting her with every ounce of power he had and to say to her mind, 'Serena, no one could ever feel the way I feel about you.' Her perfect, beautiful face still looked unconvinced so he did the only thing he could think of to make her sure.
He kissed her. He kissed her in a long, passionate kiss that lighted every flame in his body that had been yearning for this. She struggled at first, and then sank into it, feeling the exact same thing he felt. Stanton let himself get caught up in the kiss; the passion of it. He let the whole of himself enter her, through that kiss, which was a mistake. He wasn't guarding himself anymore
The hands cupping her face, slid down her neck and started to squeeze, harder and harder, determined to act of their own free will. He tried to stop himself. He saw the look of horror and confusion and hatred in her eyes and he tried to stop himself. He Finally did. He looked at his own hands in horror.
Apparantly Serena was too stunned to do anything, because when he looked up at her shocked features he hadn't been blasted by her power yet. He let out a wail of anguish and sank into the shadows, not trying to avoid his dark powers anymore, except to keep her safe.
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a/n: TADA~!!!!!!!!!!!!! wasn't it loverly????? i think it was.....it was BEAUTIMOUS!!!!!! REVIEW!!! I STILL HAVE THE SKITTLES!!!!!!! AND I"M STILL COMPLETELY HIGH OFF WRITING THAT PART OF THE STORY!!!!!!!! review it.....if you don't i'll send Stanton after you....and he will take out his thirst for blood on YOU!!!! well, no i won't...but review nEway!!!!
