Irony and Happiness
Usagi San
chiba_serena@hotmail.com
alt, rom
AN: Hey! Well, this chapter is finally out! Aren't you proud of me? I didn't take as long as
I thought I would completing this chapter. So read on! Oh, this is the chapter that Serena
and Darien meet. One more thing, thanks so much to the numerous people who either
emailed me, or reviewed me. You guys know who you are!
Disclaimer: i don't know sailor moon
Chapter 2
The long walk was both weary and long for Serena. The darkness threatened to devour
her at any second. Several times, she caught herself yawning and becoming sleepy.
You can not go to sleep, she told herself firmly. Who knows what will happen if you are
not on guard.
She didn't know how long she walked, towards a place that might not even exist. Her hair
tangled in her run a few times along the way. The thin fabric of her dress torn and stained.
Her feet, small and dainty, was now covered with blisters. Not used to this trip both long
and hard, Serena felt like collapsing.
At last, the heat of the sun, combined with Serena's hunger and fatigue, with only the sun
as witness, to the cobbled ground in the deserted unknown land.
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Noises. Strange laughter. Serena's head swam as she dreamt. Fingers pointed at her, jeering
and laughing. Taunting her about the death of her father and the money shortage.
Stop! her mind yelled at the phandom. Her request was ignored, as the faceless people
continued to torture her. Tears made its way down her face as she thrashed from side to
side. The taunts about her father's death opened the wound to her heart, and her
heart bled. Then, to Serena's horror, an arm reached for her, grabbing her, touching her.
Terrified, her hands automatically placed themselves in front of her face as a defensive
gesture.
"It's alright dear," a kind voice interrupted Serena's dream. Murmurs of soothing words
brought her back to the realms of living.
Even before she opened her eyes, Serena ached all over. Her limbs felt heavy: unable to move.
The soft thing, probably a bed, under her eased some of the tension in her, calming her
racing heart.
After a few minutes, the eyes forced themselves open and Serena stared into kind brown
eyes which belonged to an aged woman with wrinkly face and a reassuring smile. But
Serena was frightened and weary, and her eyes showed fear.
"For Christ sake, she's not going to do you harm!" an outburst came from Serena's right,
and she wiped her head around to find herself gazing into a pair of cold blue eyes. They
narrowed as they travelled down her body, going over every curve, every plain.
Leaning casually by the door, Darien Braddly, Earl of Lemmen, ran a large hand through
his coal black hair and fixed his most intimidating glare on the slip of girl currently occupying
his bed. His lips thined as he remembered the incident this morning.
He had been out for a walk with his grandmama, Duchess of Lemmen, when they stumbled
onto a heap on the ground. He had considered walking on as if the heap had not been there,
but his damned grandmama had insisted on bringing "the poor girl" home, to *his* bed to
be treated. Then, grandmama had left this stupid chit in his care, with her parting words
being: "I trust that you will take care of this poor girl."
Now, this he has to take care of a stranger when he could be doing other, more useful and
enjoyable, things.
To make things worse, even under all that disgust for the girl, he couldn't deny how
beautiful and sexy this girl lying on his bed was. Massive blond curls tumbled freely over
her shoulders, framing the delicate heart-shaped pale face. Thick sooty lashes lowered
coyly over bright blue innocent eyes. The poor excuse for a dress did nothing to hide the
luscious curves, instead revealing far more than necessary.
Damn, Darien thought when his eyes involuntarily swept over her body again and felt the
tightening in his lower part. Frustration built up inside him, making him frown at the girl.
Serena could see that this man was mad about something, from the way he had looked at
her. There's something about him that made Serena feel...unsafe. Puting this strange
feeling aside, she mustered all her force and sat up, ignoring the old woman's protests and
focused on the man at the door.
"Sir, forgive me for being rude, but where am I? And who are you?"
Darien looked at the girl, obviously distressed and uncertain. The frown faded and the
corner of his full mouth curved into a smirk.
"You are in the grand mansion of Lemmen, my place," he drawled, folding his long arms
in front of his chest. "I'm Darien, master of this place, Earl of Lemmen. Now, who do I
have the pleasure of meeting?"
"Serena." The voice was so quiet Darien had to lean forward to catch the name.
"Serena, what were you doing in the middle of the road?"
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In another room in the mansion, Duchess of Lemmen, Grandmama Windsten, was deep
in thought. Also in the elegant room, Braxten, the servant, stood by Duchess Windsten.
Finally, the Duchess spoke, "That girl seemed so young, so innocent, doesn't she?"
Braxten nodded his aggreement.
The Duchess sighed. Her grandson was 25, nearing the age of marriage. It is time for him
to settle down. Unfortunately, that is quite hard considering Darien's reputation as a rake.
He just needs the right woman to take care of him. Lady Windsten suddenly smiled. Maybe
fate has intervined and sent the pale girl with silky blood hair to be the one Darien needs.
Yes, Darien is going to be a changed man, hopefully after the influence of hhis future wife.
She, Duchess of Lemmen, would make sure of that.
end of chapter 2
Review or email me! I need to know what you guys think. Remember, your reviews or
emails will encourage me to write faster!
Usagi San
chiba_serena@hotmail.com
alt, rom
AN: Hey! Well, this chapter is finally out! Aren't you proud of me? I didn't take as long as
I thought I would completing this chapter. So read on! Oh, this is the chapter that Serena
and Darien meet. One more thing, thanks so much to the numerous people who either
emailed me, or reviewed me. You guys know who you are!
Disclaimer: i don't know sailor moon
Chapter 2
The long walk was both weary and long for Serena. The darkness threatened to devour
her at any second. Several times, she caught herself yawning and becoming sleepy.
You can not go to sleep, she told herself firmly. Who knows what will happen if you are
not on guard.
She didn't know how long she walked, towards a place that might not even exist. Her hair
tangled in her run a few times along the way. The thin fabric of her dress torn and stained.
Her feet, small and dainty, was now covered with blisters. Not used to this trip both long
and hard, Serena felt like collapsing.
At last, the heat of the sun, combined with Serena's hunger and fatigue, with only the sun
as witness, to the cobbled ground in the deserted unknown land.
________________________________________________________________-
Noises. Strange laughter. Serena's head swam as she dreamt. Fingers pointed at her, jeering
and laughing. Taunting her about the death of her father and the money shortage.
Stop! her mind yelled at the phandom. Her request was ignored, as the faceless people
continued to torture her. Tears made its way down her face as she thrashed from side to
side. The taunts about her father's death opened the wound to her heart, and her
heart bled. Then, to Serena's horror, an arm reached for her, grabbing her, touching her.
Terrified, her hands automatically placed themselves in front of her face as a defensive
gesture.
"It's alright dear," a kind voice interrupted Serena's dream. Murmurs of soothing words
brought her back to the realms of living.
Even before she opened her eyes, Serena ached all over. Her limbs felt heavy: unable to move.
The soft thing, probably a bed, under her eased some of the tension in her, calming her
racing heart.
After a few minutes, the eyes forced themselves open and Serena stared into kind brown
eyes which belonged to an aged woman with wrinkly face and a reassuring smile. But
Serena was frightened and weary, and her eyes showed fear.
"For Christ sake, she's not going to do you harm!" an outburst came from Serena's right,
and she wiped her head around to find herself gazing into a pair of cold blue eyes. They
narrowed as they travelled down her body, going over every curve, every plain.
Leaning casually by the door, Darien Braddly, Earl of Lemmen, ran a large hand through
his coal black hair and fixed his most intimidating glare on the slip of girl currently occupying
his bed. His lips thined as he remembered the incident this morning.
He had been out for a walk with his grandmama, Duchess of Lemmen, when they stumbled
onto a heap on the ground. He had considered walking on as if the heap had not been there,
but his damned grandmama had insisted on bringing "the poor girl" home, to *his* bed to
be treated. Then, grandmama had left this stupid chit in his care, with her parting words
being: "I trust that you will take care of this poor girl."
Now, this he has to take care of a stranger when he could be doing other, more useful and
enjoyable, things.
To make things worse, even under all that disgust for the girl, he couldn't deny how
beautiful and sexy this girl lying on his bed was. Massive blond curls tumbled freely over
her shoulders, framing the delicate heart-shaped pale face. Thick sooty lashes lowered
coyly over bright blue innocent eyes. The poor excuse for a dress did nothing to hide the
luscious curves, instead revealing far more than necessary.
Damn, Darien thought when his eyes involuntarily swept over her body again and felt the
tightening in his lower part. Frustration built up inside him, making him frown at the girl.
Serena could see that this man was mad about something, from the way he had looked at
her. There's something about him that made Serena feel...unsafe. Puting this strange
feeling aside, she mustered all her force and sat up, ignoring the old woman's protests and
focused on the man at the door.
"Sir, forgive me for being rude, but where am I? And who are you?"
Darien looked at the girl, obviously distressed and uncertain. The frown faded and the
corner of his full mouth curved into a smirk.
"You are in the grand mansion of Lemmen, my place," he drawled, folding his long arms
in front of his chest. "I'm Darien, master of this place, Earl of Lemmen. Now, who do I
have the pleasure of meeting?"
"Serena." The voice was so quiet Darien had to lean forward to catch the name.
"Serena, what were you doing in the middle of the road?"
____________________________________________
In another room in the mansion, Duchess of Lemmen, Grandmama Windsten, was deep
in thought. Also in the elegant room, Braxten, the servant, stood by Duchess Windsten.
Finally, the Duchess spoke, "That girl seemed so young, so innocent, doesn't she?"
Braxten nodded his aggreement.
The Duchess sighed. Her grandson was 25, nearing the age of marriage. It is time for him
to settle down. Unfortunately, that is quite hard considering Darien's reputation as a rake.
He just needs the right woman to take care of him. Lady Windsten suddenly smiled. Maybe
fate has intervined and sent the pale girl with silky blood hair to be the one Darien needs.
Yes, Darien is going to be a changed man, hopefully after the influence of hhis future wife.
She, Duchess of Lemmen, would make sure of that.
end of chapter 2
Review or email me! I need to know what you guys think. Remember, your reviews or
emails will encourage me to write faster!