Thank you to those who reviewed. I appreciate it. This is my first
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Serena moaned as she felt a wave of dizziness hit her. She didn't know how long she had been out of consciousness, but she knew how she felt must have been some sort of clue. Groaning out loud, she heard no echo, realizing that she was no longer in the alley, but some place else. Though too weak to react or do anything about it.
Opening her eyes slowly, she felt the world slide dangerously out of focus, and a queasiness grab her, so she shut them again. She felt awful, the worst she had ever felt in her life. A hangover didn't hold a candle to her illness. Breathing deeply to control her lurching stomach, she smelled the fresh scent of flowers, roses if her mind was working properly. Where was she?
It was about that time, she realized what she was lying on. It was a bed. A very comfortable bed at that. Soft cotton sheets, with a thick comforter warmed her; and behind her head, she felt fluffy pillows. Opening her eyes again, she looked up to see a canopy. It was made out of sheer white fabric, draped all around. It was beautiful.
Using her neck to try and sit up, she screamed a blood curdling scream. Pain shot through her neck, and suddenly, she felt the bandages placed there. She cried in agony, feeling hot tears run down her face. What had happened to her? And Molly, what about Molly? Pitiful sobs began to fill the room. Her heart was breaking. She was attacked, and there was nothing she could have done about it. The men were too strong. Too fast. Why had she wanted to go into that place? She felt like dieing. But then, and comforting feeling swept over her, and she could feel someone else's presence in the room. Her sobs stopped, as she tried to look about the room with her eyes.
"Who's there?" she asked meekly, sniffling. Closing her eyes, she whispered a silent prayer. That's when she felt a warmth brush the side of her face. Opening her eyes, she saw a man sitting on the bed, right beside her. She gasped in shock. It was the same man who starred at her from the corner. Blue eyes, amazing blue, kind eyes. She felt fear rise inside her, she wanted to get away. "Shh, shh." He whispered softly, "But." "Shh,.." He interrupted, brushing hair away from her face with his fingertips. She shivered. "Don't be frightened." He said huskily. She sighed, "Don't be frightened? Don't be frightened!?" she asked hysterically. He only placed a hand on her forehead, and she immediately calmed down. Truth be told, she had no idea how she did. "Who, who are you?" she asked. He grinned, "A friend." Was all he said. She started breathing heavily, feeling the impending tears, "Molly.." "Shh, be calm. Your friend is fine. She is here in my home, recovering just as you." He said, taking her hand that rested on top the covers. It was the oddest thing. Whenever she felt as though he was going to fall over the edge and into sorrow, he seemed to draw her back from it. Breathing deeply, she was glad Molly was fine. She couldn't believe what had happened to her.
Her thoughts suddenly went to her family. How was she going to call her mother with news about her ending up in the hospital? How was she going to explain she had been attacked by a, a vampire? Then she realized she wasn't in a hospital. He had said she was in his home. "I'm afraid it would be in your best interest to stay out of the hospital little one. Your wound I have taken care of. You simply need food, and a little rest." He said, squeezing her hand. She was completely dumbfounded. He had plucked the thought right from her head. How? 'Oh no, he thinks, or he is? What is going on?' she tried to sit up then. Tried to get away, but the pain, and his hands kept her from doing so. "Stop, please, don't hurt Me." She cried, as she rested her head back into the pillows. Her tears flowed freely then. She wanted to go home, to be safe once again. She wanted to forget everything that happened.
"You are safe little one. Please believe me when I say that." He said, looking at her in a way, she didn't understand. He held her hand to his chest, right over his heart. "You are tired, you need your rest." He whispered to her. Serena stopped crying a little, and sighed, "I don't understand." She said, "Why me?" "Why anything?" he replied, almost, remorsefully. She looked at him questionably, "Who are you?" she asked sniffling. Looking into her eyes, he smiled a little smile, "My name is Darien. Darien Larson."
Taking in the name, she smiled a bit through her watery eyes, "Can..can you tell me what happened Darien?" she asked pleadingly. A thoughtful look entered his eyes, he nodded, "Of coarse, but first, might I ask your name?" Serena rolled her eyes around the room while he talked, "Serena." She said, swallowing, and resting her eyes back on his, "Serena, that's a lovely name." He said. She blushed, "Um, thanks, my parents picked it out." She said, feeling more embarrassed than ever. 'Why did I just say that?' she asked herself. She then heard a deep throated chuckle come form him. "What?" she asked. "Nothing little one. You rest now. Your sleep has been troubled, you should be more relaxed now." Darien got up to leave, "What? Wait, I thought you said you were gonna tell me what happened." She asked. He nodded, "And I will, when you recover your full strength, both you and your friend. Until then, I mean not to trouble you," he said. Looking him over, Serena blushed again, he was very well put together. 'Serena, what are you doing? You just survived a major trauma, and your drooling over your rescuer?' "But, the fact that I don't know everything that happened will trouble Me." She said raising a small hand to beg him not to leave just yet. Darien walked back to the bed and lowered her hand back to the bed, "Hmm, well, I guess you should bide your time with sleeping then." He said. She huffed, "I'm not sure I can sleep." She said. Darien raised an eyebrow, "Really? I'm sure that as soon as I walk out that door, you'll be slumbering quite soundly." Serena gave him a wondering look, "How can you be so sure?" she asked. Darien chuckled, "Trust me." He said, walking away a final time. Reaching the door, he heard the slightest answer, in the smallest whisper, "Why is it I already feel I do?"
Serena tried to figure out where that had sentence had come from, when she felt her eyelids becoming heavy. Soon, she was asleep, snoozing soundly. Darien watched her from the hallway, smiling. "I know you trust me Serena. And you'll realize that in time."
Serena rolled over, wrapping her arms around a soft pillow. Sighing contently, she felt the slightest of pain in her neck, along with the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion and hunger. Looking up, expecting to find her red, glowing alarm clock numbers, she saw an antique table, and one of her bed posts. Straining to look up, Serena saw the canopy. "What the?." Looking around, she tried to recall where she was. "Hmm? Oh, that's right, I'm in Darien house." She mumbled, feeling sleepiness sneak up on her again, but her sentence had startled her back to reality. Shooting her head back up, she gasped. It hit her like a ton of bricks, she had no idea who Darien was! Throwing off the covers, she got out of bed quickly. Bad idea. Feeling a wave of dizziness, she fell backwards on to the bed again. She groaned. "What is wrong with me?" she asked out loud. Feeling a stiffness in her neck, she hadn't before. Touching her fingertips to it, she pulled them back suddenly, at the feel of a wound. Touching the weird scab again, she winced, feeling stinging pain that made her clench her teeth and hiss. "Mann, what is that?" she wondered. Looking around, she searched the walls for a hanging mirror or something. The room was finely decorated. Burgundy walls, and crown molding. Elegant.
Standing up again, she regained some of her lost balance, and started to walk around. Reaching out to the wall with her hand, to balance herself, Serena began to walk. Slowly, finding her footing, she felt like she was on drugs. Walking her way to the door, she began to feel feint, and slowly turned her body to rest her back against the wall. Though, she didn't feel like she could even do that much, and felt herself begin to fall, but something prohibited her. Groaning, and squeezing her eyes shut she clung to the appendages, that weren't her own, that wrapped around her waist. "Are you alright Serena?" came a familiar voice. Darien's voice. Serena shook her head, "no." she moaned. Feeling awkward, she suddenly found herself in an interesting position. Being carried. Looking up, she opened her eyes to see Darien. "Darien, I need to leave, I need." "To Eat." He interjected. Placing her back on the bed. Pulling her up a bit, he fluffed the pillows behind her, to give her some altitude so she could eat.
Sitting back, Serena sighed in frustration, she needed to get home. To see if Molly was alright. Sudden flashes of what happened the previous night, made her shudder. Then not knowing what entirely happened, made her feel even worse. "Here you are." Darien said entering the room. IN his hands, was a tray of food. Serena temporarily forgot the thoughts rolling around in her head.
Setting the tray down on her lap, Serenas eyes went wide. Sliced ham, potatoes, steamed vegetables, corn, and two chocolate chip cookies, sat on her lap. Along with a glass of cold milk. Looking up at Darien, she didn't know what to say. He only smiled down at her. "Go on, eat. Build your strength." Not waiting a second longer, Serena picked up her fork and went on eating, while Darien sat at the end of the bed. Watching her. Glancing up at him through bites of ham, and gulps of milk, she wondered if conversation was required. She was after all, recovering from an attack, and needed to regain her lost energy. Setting down her milk, she took a deep breath, "So, how is.." "Nuh-uh, eat." He said lightheartedly, pointing to the food. Serena smiled, embarrassed, picking her fork up again. "And your friend is fine." He smiled. "She was a bit more far gone than you. It'll take her a day or so more to recover fully." Serena nodded, chewing on some broccoli. Worry gnawing at her, "And you're..you're a?" "I'm a what?" he asked. Serena almost choked. Did she really want to mention it? Did she want to bring up the fact that the sweet man in front of her, thought himself to be a vampire? "Uh.." she toyed with the fork in her hands. "I'm a what?" he asked again, leaning on his arm, closer to her. His blue eyed gaze seemed to fill in the distance of empty physical space. Serena looked back up at him, "I saw you at the Vamp Lounge" she said quietly. Darien slowly sat up straight, "So you did." he said, leaning his back against the bed post, not averting his stare. Serena looked down to her plate, when she realized her food was no longer there. Even her cookies were gone. When had she eaten those? "It seems you're done." He said. She jumped, looking up to see him standing over her. She nodded in surprise. "I'll take your tray then." He said. While picking it up, Serena touched his arm gently, to get his attention.
Though suddenly, a flash of something familiar, entered her mind. His touch, the scent of his cologne, something familiar, too familiar. "Are you alright?" she heard him asking. Looking up at him, she stumbled over words, retracting her hand from his arm. "Uh yes, I was just.." She began to feel sleepy, "I was just." A huge yawn hit her. "I was just wondering, if you'd tell me. If you'd explain to me." She said. He only stared at her. "Tell you? Well, there's really not much to tell. You and your friend were attacked. I jumped in and saved the day." He said smiling. Serena smiled back, "Oh, I see, that's it then.." She said, somewhat disappointed. She watched him turn around, and stared at his retreating back, "So, that's it huh? That's all there is right? nothing more?" He turned back around, "Yes, that's it." He replied "We were attacked by people who thought they were, who...." She touched her wound, "That explains these marks on my neck." Darien sighed, "Serena, there are some things you shouldn't look too far into, unless you're prepared to do so. Rebuild your strength. Gain you energy back. You're safe now." Serena huffed, and wiggled down farther into the bed, not understanding the sudden feel of comfort that washed over her. "OK then. Goodnight Darien. And thank you." She said. Darien smirked, "Your welcome. Tomorrow, you should be much better, as well as your friend. In the morning, if you wish to leave, there will be a car waiting for you. As well as one of my servants. They should assist you. Now, I have to leave you, but I will see you again." He said.
Through the mound of blankets around her, Serena nodded, "Alright." She said, feeling a bit relived she was going home, and yet, disappointed that she had too. Then, her eyes began to close, and sleep came.
Morning came fast, and before she knew what time it was, she was out the door, and put in a sleek black BMW, with Molly by her side. Molly was practically asleep though. Driving away from the Mansion that Darien lived in, she wondered about him. It was broad daylight, and he was no where to be seen. She smiled wryly, 'It's because he's a vampire' she thought to herself. Laughing out loud, she heard Molly grumble something. Looking closely at her best friend, she checked her out, looking at her wound. It was barely there. Hardly a scar, hardly anything. Serena then touched her own neck. She had seen it that morning, and it was still red and inflamed, how had Molly's healed so quickly? Sitting back, Serena crosses her arms over her chest. "I thought he said she was more far gone than I was." A bit troubled, Serena stopped trying to think about it. It was over, and she was safe. So Darien had said. And for some odd reason, she felt she could trust him.
After the car dropped Molly off, and Serena saw that she was taken care of, the male driver of the car, took her to her apartment located next to the campus. Getting out, she thanked the driver, and ran up the steps, bustling through the cold, and punched in her pass code on the electronic key pad. Watching the glass door close behind her, she saw the driver leave.
Walking up the steps to her apartment on the fourth floor, she pulled out her keys from her jeans pocket. Happy to be home, she quickly got a shower, changed into her pajamas, and curled up on the couch with a cup of hot tea. Glancing at her computer screen across the room, that she constantly left running, she noticed the day was Sunday, 11 a.m. She had been gone for a whole day. Sighing, she flipped on the television, and drifted to sleep watching a sitcom.
She wasn't sure what time it was, but it was defiantly bad timing. The phone began to ring. Groaning, she got up, and answered it, cursing herself for not putting it right beside her on the couch. "Hello?" "Hey, Serena!" Came a cheerful voice. "Molly? Molly, is that you? How are you? How are you feeling?" she asked. "Uh." Molly seemed confused, "Hello? Molly, You there?" Serena asked. Molly just laughed, "Yeah, I'm still here. What do you mean am I ok? I'm fine. You ok?" she asked. Serena slumped onto the couch, "Yeah, fine. I was just worried about you. Have you recovered all right?" Molly laughed, "Serena! Cut it out. Recovered from what?" Serena almost dropped the phone, "Molly, do you remember what happened the other night?" she asked as calmly as she could. Molly contemplated, "Uh, we went out, then we came home, I worked on a term paper, and I don't know what you did. How's your painting coming along?" she asked. Serena dropped the phone. "Serena? Serna? Hello, are you there?"
Serena moaned as she felt a wave of dizziness hit her. She didn't know how long she had been out of consciousness, but she knew how she felt must have been some sort of clue. Groaning out loud, she heard no echo, realizing that she was no longer in the alley, but some place else. Though too weak to react or do anything about it.
Opening her eyes slowly, she felt the world slide dangerously out of focus, and a queasiness grab her, so she shut them again. She felt awful, the worst she had ever felt in her life. A hangover didn't hold a candle to her illness. Breathing deeply to control her lurching stomach, she smelled the fresh scent of flowers, roses if her mind was working properly. Where was she?
It was about that time, she realized what she was lying on. It was a bed. A very comfortable bed at that. Soft cotton sheets, with a thick comforter warmed her; and behind her head, she felt fluffy pillows. Opening her eyes again, she looked up to see a canopy. It was made out of sheer white fabric, draped all around. It was beautiful.
Using her neck to try and sit up, she screamed a blood curdling scream. Pain shot through her neck, and suddenly, she felt the bandages placed there. She cried in agony, feeling hot tears run down her face. What had happened to her? And Molly, what about Molly? Pitiful sobs began to fill the room. Her heart was breaking. She was attacked, and there was nothing she could have done about it. The men were too strong. Too fast. Why had she wanted to go into that place? She felt like dieing. But then, and comforting feeling swept over her, and she could feel someone else's presence in the room. Her sobs stopped, as she tried to look about the room with her eyes.
"Who's there?" she asked meekly, sniffling. Closing her eyes, she whispered a silent prayer. That's when she felt a warmth brush the side of her face. Opening her eyes, she saw a man sitting on the bed, right beside her. She gasped in shock. It was the same man who starred at her from the corner. Blue eyes, amazing blue, kind eyes. She felt fear rise inside her, she wanted to get away. "Shh, shh." He whispered softly, "But." "Shh,.." He interrupted, brushing hair away from her face with his fingertips. She shivered. "Don't be frightened." He said huskily. She sighed, "Don't be frightened? Don't be frightened!?" she asked hysterically. He only placed a hand on her forehead, and she immediately calmed down. Truth be told, she had no idea how she did. "Who, who are you?" she asked. He grinned, "A friend." Was all he said. She started breathing heavily, feeling the impending tears, "Molly.." "Shh, be calm. Your friend is fine. She is here in my home, recovering just as you." He said, taking her hand that rested on top the covers. It was the oddest thing. Whenever she felt as though he was going to fall over the edge and into sorrow, he seemed to draw her back from it. Breathing deeply, she was glad Molly was fine. She couldn't believe what had happened to her.
Her thoughts suddenly went to her family. How was she going to call her mother with news about her ending up in the hospital? How was she going to explain she had been attacked by a, a vampire? Then she realized she wasn't in a hospital. He had said she was in his home. "I'm afraid it would be in your best interest to stay out of the hospital little one. Your wound I have taken care of. You simply need food, and a little rest." He said, squeezing her hand. She was completely dumbfounded. He had plucked the thought right from her head. How? 'Oh no, he thinks, or he is? What is going on?' she tried to sit up then. Tried to get away, but the pain, and his hands kept her from doing so. "Stop, please, don't hurt Me." She cried, as she rested her head back into the pillows. Her tears flowed freely then. She wanted to go home, to be safe once again. She wanted to forget everything that happened.
"You are safe little one. Please believe me when I say that." He said, looking at her in a way, she didn't understand. He held her hand to his chest, right over his heart. "You are tired, you need your rest." He whispered to her. Serena stopped crying a little, and sighed, "I don't understand." She said, "Why me?" "Why anything?" he replied, almost, remorsefully. She looked at him questionably, "Who are you?" she asked sniffling. Looking into her eyes, he smiled a little smile, "My name is Darien. Darien Larson."
Taking in the name, she smiled a bit through her watery eyes, "Can..can you tell me what happened Darien?" she asked pleadingly. A thoughtful look entered his eyes, he nodded, "Of coarse, but first, might I ask your name?" Serena rolled her eyes around the room while he talked, "Serena." She said, swallowing, and resting her eyes back on his, "Serena, that's a lovely name." He said. She blushed, "Um, thanks, my parents picked it out." She said, feeling more embarrassed than ever. 'Why did I just say that?' she asked herself. She then heard a deep throated chuckle come form him. "What?" she asked. "Nothing little one. You rest now. Your sleep has been troubled, you should be more relaxed now." Darien got up to leave, "What? Wait, I thought you said you were gonna tell me what happened." She asked. He nodded, "And I will, when you recover your full strength, both you and your friend. Until then, I mean not to trouble you," he said. Looking him over, Serena blushed again, he was very well put together. 'Serena, what are you doing? You just survived a major trauma, and your drooling over your rescuer?' "But, the fact that I don't know everything that happened will trouble Me." She said raising a small hand to beg him not to leave just yet. Darien walked back to the bed and lowered her hand back to the bed, "Hmm, well, I guess you should bide your time with sleeping then." He said. She huffed, "I'm not sure I can sleep." She said. Darien raised an eyebrow, "Really? I'm sure that as soon as I walk out that door, you'll be slumbering quite soundly." Serena gave him a wondering look, "How can you be so sure?" she asked. Darien chuckled, "Trust me." He said, walking away a final time. Reaching the door, he heard the slightest answer, in the smallest whisper, "Why is it I already feel I do?"
Serena tried to figure out where that had sentence had come from, when she felt her eyelids becoming heavy. Soon, she was asleep, snoozing soundly. Darien watched her from the hallway, smiling. "I know you trust me Serena. And you'll realize that in time."
Serena rolled over, wrapping her arms around a soft pillow. Sighing contently, she felt the slightest of pain in her neck, along with the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion and hunger. Looking up, expecting to find her red, glowing alarm clock numbers, she saw an antique table, and one of her bed posts. Straining to look up, Serena saw the canopy. "What the?." Looking around, she tried to recall where she was. "Hmm? Oh, that's right, I'm in Darien house." She mumbled, feeling sleepiness sneak up on her again, but her sentence had startled her back to reality. Shooting her head back up, she gasped. It hit her like a ton of bricks, she had no idea who Darien was! Throwing off the covers, she got out of bed quickly. Bad idea. Feeling a wave of dizziness, she fell backwards on to the bed again. She groaned. "What is wrong with me?" she asked out loud. Feeling a stiffness in her neck, she hadn't before. Touching her fingertips to it, she pulled them back suddenly, at the feel of a wound. Touching the weird scab again, she winced, feeling stinging pain that made her clench her teeth and hiss. "Mann, what is that?" she wondered. Looking around, she searched the walls for a hanging mirror or something. The room was finely decorated. Burgundy walls, and crown molding. Elegant.
Standing up again, she regained some of her lost balance, and started to walk around. Reaching out to the wall with her hand, to balance herself, Serena began to walk. Slowly, finding her footing, she felt like she was on drugs. Walking her way to the door, she began to feel feint, and slowly turned her body to rest her back against the wall. Though, she didn't feel like she could even do that much, and felt herself begin to fall, but something prohibited her. Groaning, and squeezing her eyes shut she clung to the appendages, that weren't her own, that wrapped around her waist. "Are you alright Serena?" came a familiar voice. Darien's voice. Serena shook her head, "no." she moaned. Feeling awkward, she suddenly found herself in an interesting position. Being carried. Looking up, she opened her eyes to see Darien. "Darien, I need to leave, I need." "To Eat." He interjected. Placing her back on the bed. Pulling her up a bit, he fluffed the pillows behind her, to give her some altitude so she could eat.
Sitting back, Serena sighed in frustration, she needed to get home. To see if Molly was alright. Sudden flashes of what happened the previous night, made her shudder. Then not knowing what entirely happened, made her feel even worse. "Here you are." Darien said entering the room. IN his hands, was a tray of food. Serena temporarily forgot the thoughts rolling around in her head.
Setting the tray down on her lap, Serenas eyes went wide. Sliced ham, potatoes, steamed vegetables, corn, and two chocolate chip cookies, sat on her lap. Along with a glass of cold milk. Looking up at Darien, she didn't know what to say. He only smiled down at her. "Go on, eat. Build your strength." Not waiting a second longer, Serena picked up her fork and went on eating, while Darien sat at the end of the bed. Watching her. Glancing up at him through bites of ham, and gulps of milk, she wondered if conversation was required. She was after all, recovering from an attack, and needed to regain her lost energy. Setting down her milk, she took a deep breath, "So, how is.." "Nuh-uh, eat." He said lightheartedly, pointing to the food. Serena smiled, embarrassed, picking her fork up again. "And your friend is fine." He smiled. "She was a bit more far gone than you. It'll take her a day or so more to recover fully." Serena nodded, chewing on some broccoli. Worry gnawing at her, "And you're..you're a?" "I'm a what?" he asked. Serena almost choked. Did she really want to mention it? Did she want to bring up the fact that the sweet man in front of her, thought himself to be a vampire? "Uh.." she toyed with the fork in her hands. "I'm a what?" he asked again, leaning on his arm, closer to her. His blue eyed gaze seemed to fill in the distance of empty physical space. Serena looked back up at him, "I saw you at the Vamp Lounge" she said quietly. Darien slowly sat up straight, "So you did." he said, leaning his back against the bed post, not averting his stare. Serena looked down to her plate, when she realized her food was no longer there. Even her cookies were gone. When had she eaten those? "It seems you're done." He said. She jumped, looking up to see him standing over her. She nodded in surprise. "I'll take your tray then." He said. While picking it up, Serena touched his arm gently, to get his attention.
Though suddenly, a flash of something familiar, entered her mind. His touch, the scent of his cologne, something familiar, too familiar. "Are you alright?" she heard him asking. Looking up at him, she stumbled over words, retracting her hand from his arm. "Uh yes, I was just.." She began to feel sleepy, "I was just." A huge yawn hit her. "I was just wondering, if you'd tell me. If you'd explain to me." She said. He only stared at her. "Tell you? Well, there's really not much to tell. You and your friend were attacked. I jumped in and saved the day." He said smiling. Serena smiled back, "Oh, I see, that's it then.." She said, somewhat disappointed. She watched him turn around, and stared at his retreating back, "So, that's it huh? That's all there is right? nothing more?" He turned back around, "Yes, that's it." He replied "We were attacked by people who thought they were, who...." She touched her wound, "That explains these marks on my neck." Darien sighed, "Serena, there are some things you shouldn't look too far into, unless you're prepared to do so. Rebuild your strength. Gain you energy back. You're safe now." Serena huffed, and wiggled down farther into the bed, not understanding the sudden feel of comfort that washed over her. "OK then. Goodnight Darien. And thank you." She said. Darien smirked, "Your welcome. Tomorrow, you should be much better, as well as your friend. In the morning, if you wish to leave, there will be a car waiting for you. As well as one of my servants. They should assist you. Now, I have to leave you, but I will see you again." He said.
Through the mound of blankets around her, Serena nodded, "Alright." She said, feeling a bit relived she was going home, and yet, disappointed that she had too. Then, her eyes began to close, and sleep came.
Morning came fast, and before she knew what time it was, she was out the door, and put in a sleek black BMW, with Molly by her side. Molly was practically asleep though. Driving away from the Mansion that Darien lived in, she wondered about him. It was broad daylight, and he was no where to be seen. She smiled wryly, 'It's because he's a vampire' she thought to herself. Laughing out loud, she heard Molly grumble something. Looking closely at her best friend, she checked her out, looking at her wound. It was barely there. Hardly a scar, hardly anything. Serena then touched her own neck. She had seen it that morning, and it was still red and inflamed, how had Molly's healed so quickly? Sitting back, Serena crosses her arms over her chest. "I thought he said she was more far gone than I was." A bit troubled, Serena stopped trying to think about it. It was over, and she was safe. So Darien had said. And for some odd reason, she felt she could trust him.
After the car dropped Molly off, and Serena saw that she was taken care of, the male driver of the car, took her to her apartment located next to the campus. Getting out, she thanked the driver, and ran up the steps, bustling through the cold, and punched in her pass code on the electronic key pad. Watching the glass door close behind her, she saw the driver leave.
Walking up the steps to her apartment on the fourth floor, she pulled out her keys from her jeans pocket. Happy to be home, she quickly got a shower, changed into her pajamas, and curled up on the couch with a cup of hot tea. Glancing at her computer screen across the room, that she constantly left running, she noticed the day was Sunday, 11 a.m. She had been gone for a whole day. Sighing, she flipped on the television, and drifted to sleep watching a sitcom.
She wasn't sure what time it was, but it was defiantly bad timing. The phone began to ring. Groaning, she got up, and answered it, cursing herself for not putting it right beside her on the couch. "Hello?" "Hey, Serena!" Came a cheerful voice. "Molly? Molly, is that you? How are you? How are you feeling?" she asked. "Uh." Molly seemed confused, "Hello? Molly, You there?" Serena asked. Molly just laughed, "Yeah, I'm still here. What do you mean am I ok? I'm fine. You ok?" she asked. Serena slumped onto the couch, "Yeah, fine. I was just worried about you. Have you recovered all right?" Molly laughed, "Serena! Cut it out. Recovered from what?" Serena almost dropped the phone, "Molly, do you remember what happened the other night?" she asked as calmly as she could. Molly contemplated, "Uh, we went out, then we came home, I worked on a term paper, and I don't know what you did. How's your painting coming along?" she asked. Serena dropped the phone. "Serena? Serna? Hello, are you there?"