Hi everyone. Checking up on my reviews, I really enjoy the fact you guys
are liking my story. And I'd like to apologize for it seeming to be cramped
on the page. I mentioned my editor was out of the state, and she usually
formats for me as well. Hopefully, this chapter will read better. Well, I'm
talking too much, Ciao for now -Twigs
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Serena dropped the phone mechanically, and ran to her room to rummage through her closet. Searching out her clothes that she had stripped off, she noticed that her jacket, nor her scarf was among them the items. "The club." She said to herself. Quickly changing into street clothes Serena grabbed her keys, and headed out the door. Though detesting the thought of having to be back out on the streets of New Orleans, she needed to leave. She needed proof. Something that she could hold in her hands, to prove it happened.
Flying down the stairs of her apartment building, Serena got into her car, and sped her way to the inner city. Finding a parking space near an old building, and doing a quick, if not bad parking job, Serena got out and began running the streets. People still crowded it, though this time she saw more children. Shuddering at the thought of children possibly being in the presence of such people that she was attacked by, made her skin crawl.
Rounding a corner, she saw the Rock Hall a few paces in front of her. Slowing down to a walk, she came to a halt in front of the door, to be met with a large red sign that read, 'Closed'. Grunting in frustration, Serena turned on her heel, and looked to her left, then to her right. She needed to get in there, or else she would go insane. Looking back at the door, she decided in the back of her mind, weather she should break in or not. Weighing the pros and cons, she suddenly stopped. What was she thinking? Breaking and entering for a jacket that she knew was in there, that she knew wasn't going anywhere. Laughing a nervous laugh, Serena took a deep, shaky breath, and tried relaxed. Closing her eyes for a moment, 'Girl, get a hold of yourself' she chanted.
Walking down the street, hands in her pockets, she wondered to herself. Why was she over reacting, just because Molly couldn't remember what happened? She may have suffered a head trauma, and lost some of her memory. Simple. Though, the thought of what she said over the phone, tried to put the rational thought out of her minds eye view. 'we went out, then we came home, I worked on a term paper, and I don't know what you did.' She remembered her saying. Was it that Molly remembered something else completely? Serena shook her head, 'No, I'm analyzing this too much.' she thought. Huffing, Serena walked back to her car, and drove home. There was nothing she could do. She thought of going to the Police, but how would that help her? They'd put out a warning, but people would take no more heed to it than they did anything else. People were just too layed back. Besides, a vampire attack in New Orleans, wasn't exactly unheard of.
Finally getting home, Serena decided to do they only thing that would take up time. Paint. She changed her shirt to an old white tee, with a faded screen print on it, and put on her painting boots. They were similar to her doc martins in style, but she had bought them years before hand, and they had countless marks of paint on them. Entering her paint room, Serena left the door open, and carefully made her way to her easel. Looking at the canvas, she saw something in it. Something she didn't bother noticing before. She couldn't explain what, but she began to paint. Squeezing out globs of paint from her tubes, onto her palate, she lifted her foot to her stool, and dabbed some paint on her boot; Seeing whether or not she liked the yellow color she had picked over the darker. Smiling that she did, she began to add her textured strokes.
Hours passed before Serena realized what time it was. Looking at the clock she had hanging on her wall, she realized it was eight o'clock. Late for her to still be painting. Setting down her paint brush, she yawned. Time for a break. Walking out of the room, she stretched, and made a bee line for her kitchen; though expecting not to find anything too appetizing, being she was on a students budget. Rummaging around, she picked out a package or raumen, and a can of tuna fish. Filling a pot full of water for the raumen, Serena suddenly shut the water off. She thought she heard someone knock on her door. Waiting a minute, she turned the water back on again, only to be disturbed by the same noise. Shutting it off once again, she placed the water on the stove top to boil, while she walked to her door; quietly creeping to the peep hole. Looking through it, she gasped at the figure she saw standing there. It was Darien. He stood squarely in front of the door, obviously wanting to be seen. Unlocking the door with a click, she opened it slightly, looking out through the crack, "Hello Serena, good to see you again." Darien said. Standing there, he was picture perfect. Not a hair out of place, or an undermining eye. "Uh, ...hi Darien." Was the only phrase she was able to get out. He looked like a male model. Though not having a suit on, his clothes were still dark, complementing him nicely. Black slacks, and black turtleneck sweater; with the oh so perfect black trench coat style jacket. Reaching past his knees. He looked too classy to be where he was.
"Uh.." Serena stumbled over her words, "Um, I would invite you in,..um, but I...."She had no clue what to do. She didn't want to leave him standing in the cold, but, to invite a vampire into your house, or, a person who thought he was a vampire, wasn't it a bad idea either way? "Invites don't suit you, I presume." He said. Serena blushed. "Uh.." He chuckled, stepping closer to the door. Serena only opened it wider, and stepped aside, watching him simply walk into the room. 'I take it the rumor that Vampires can't enter your house, unless invited, aren't true.' She thought. Closing the door, she cleared her throat. He stood in the middle of her living room, hands behind his back. That was when she noticed he was carrying something. "Uh what's that?" she asked, pointing briefly to the hanging object in his hands. Darien looked down, as if he had not noticed he was carrying it. "Oh yes." He said bringing it up to hold it our in front of him. It was her jacket and scarf, the one she had left at the club. "I had come across this, and I believe it belongs to you." He said, holding it out to her. Serena approached it slowly, thinking herself stupid for doing so. It was just her jacket, but how had he gotten a hold of it? Did he go to the club? Surely he had to of, but someone his type in a place like that? "Thank you." She said, taking it from him, Giving it a quick look over, Serena smiled back at him. "I'll go put this away."
Walking passed him, and into the hallway, she had just passed her paint room when she heard a mysterious sound come from it. Stopping and backing up, she saw Darien was standing in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind his back in the same posture, looking at the walls around him. Serena gasped, "What?..." She couldn't understand how he had swept passed her so fast. Staring at him with her mouth hanging open, her turned to look at her, "Quite beautiful works of art." He said, surveying the room once again. "You are most talented." Serena gasped, "Darien?" she asked incredulously. He merely looked back at her, "Yes?" Serena couldn't explain it. "Never mind." She said sighing. Shaking her head, she walked into her room, and threw her jacket on her bed. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked around quickly. She needed to gather her thoughts. Walking over to her balcony, she peeked out the hanging blinds to catch a glimpse of the moon, when her vision was distracted.
Looking down at the street that ran by her apartment complex, she saw there on the sidewalk, two men standing. Both tall and muscular, looking up at her. Squinting her eyes to get a better look, she saw a familiar blond haired one. Gasping, she let the blinds fall back into place, as she quickly backed away, turning around to see Darien standing in the hall, just outside her bedroom. "Something wrong Serena?" he asked. Serenas eyes went wide. "Darien, did you per chance, bring two friends with you?" she asked. His face seemed to be made of stone, as he shook his head. Walking into her room, and looking out the balcony, he saw no one, though Serena could of sworn he saw something to have such an anger fill his eyes. "Serena, stay here. I'll return later." He said, sweeping around, and out of her room. Serena followed him to the front door, "Darien, what's happening? What'd you see?" she asked. He turned to her, "Nothing." He said simply, before opening the door, and disappearing down the walkway. Serena felt a chill go up her spine then, "What's going on?" she said to herself.
Hearing a sizzling sound, Serena jumped, and quickly dodged inside, locking the door. Breathing deeply, she heard the sound again, and looked in the direction of the kitchen. She'd heard that sound before. Walking into it, she saw that the water had boiled over, spilling onto the hot, electric coil on the top of the stove. "Dang it." She said, turning the heat down. Sighing in relief, Serena slumped against the counter. Where had Darien gone? Looking at her phone base she thought about checking up on Molly again, when she saw that the receiver wasn't on it. Taking a glance around the living room, she spotted her phone lying on the floor by her couch. Walking to it, she noticed she had left it on. In her haste to leave earlier, she figured she must have forgotten to turn it off. Pushing the speak button, the phone only beeped in response. It was dead. 'Damn' she thought, hanging it back up on the base.
"Bang, bang" a sudden noise coming from her bedroom made her jerk around. "Bang, bang" the noise came again. Serena didn't breathe, nor did she move towards her bedroom. Previous experiences taught her to always go with her gut, and now she felt like that was the only thing keeping her out of harms way. "Bang, bang" the noise came again. Listening closer, she realized that the noise was coming from upstairs. Looking up towards the ceiling, she wondered what the old couple that lived above her, could possibly be doing. "Bang, BANG!" the noise suddenly took a turn for the worst, and Serena could feel fear start at the base of her spine, and crawl slowly up. She heard a crumble, and then a crash come from her bedroom. "Ahhhh!" she screamed, then covering in her mouth, she felt like she had made a huge mistake. She saw movement in through the blackness of her room. Slowly stepping backwards, she felt for the handle on the door. She began to shiver, as she saw a large figure step out of her room, and into the hallway. Feeling for the knob, she unlocked the door, turning around, as it swung open.
Beginning to run, she collided with solid object. Stumbling backwards, she was caught by the wrist by the creature in front of her. Looking into his face, sheer terror gripped her senses. A man with long bone straight hair, was smiling down at her. Showing elongated, pointed fangs. A cry of terror stilled, and died in Serenas throat, "Best not to scream love." He said in a deep British accent. Trying to pull away from him, She only got out one word, "DARIEN!!!!!!!!"
Serena dropped the phone mechanically, and ran to her room to rummage through her closet. Searching out her clothes that she had stripped off, she noticed that her jacket, nor her scarf was among them the items. "The club." She said to herself. Quickly changing into street clothes Serena grabbed her keys, and headed out the door. Though detesting the thought of having to be back out on the streets of New Orleans, she needed to leave. She needed proof. Something that she could hold in her hands, to prove it happened.
Flying down the stairs of her apartment building, Serena got into her car, and sped her way to the inner city. Finding a parking space near an old building, and doing a quick, if not bad parking job, Serena got out and began running the streets. People still crowded it, though this time she saw more children. Shuddering at the thought of children possibly being in the presence of such people that she was attacked by, made her skin crawl.
Rounding a corner, she saw the Rock Hall a few paces in front of her. Slowing down to a walk, she came to a halt in front of the door, to be met with a large red sign that read, 'Closed'. Grunting in frustration, Serena turned on her heel, and looked to her left, then to her right. She needed to get in there, or else she would go insane. Looking back at the door, she decided in the back of her mind, weather she should break in or not. Weighing the pros and cons, she suddenly stopped. What was she thinking? Breaking and entering for a jacket that she knew was in there, that she knew wasn't going anywhere. Laughing a nervous laugh, Serena took a deep, shaky breath, and tried relaxed. Closing her eyes for a moment, 'Girl, get a hold of yourself' she chanted.
Walking down the street, hands in her pockets, she wondered to herself. Why was she over reacting, just because Molly couldn't remember what happened? She may have suffered a head trauma, and lost some of her memory. Simple. Though, the thought of what she said over the phone, tried to put the rational thought out of her minds eye view. 'we went out, then we came home, I worked on a term paper, and I don't know what you did.' She remembered her saying. Was it that Molly remembered something else completely? Serena shook her head, 'No, I'm analyzing this too much.' she thought. Huffing, Serena walked back to her car, and drove home. There was nothing she could do. She thought of going to the Police, but how would that help her? They'd put out a warning, but people would take no more heed to it than they did anything else. People were just too layed back. Besides, a vampire attack in New Orleans, wasn't exactly unheard of.
Finally getting home, Serena decided to do they only thing that would take up time. Paint. She changed her shirt to an old white tee, with a faded screen print on it, and put on her painting boots. They were similar to her doc martins in style, but she had bought them years before hand, and they had countless marks of paint on them. Entering her paint room, Serena left the door open, and carefully made her way to her easel. Looking at the canvas, she saw something in it. Something she didn't bother noticing before. She couldn't explain what, but she began to paint. Squeezing out globs of paint from her tubes, onto her palate, she lifted her foot to her stool, and dabbed some paint on her boot; Seeing whether or not she liked the yellow color she had picked over the darker. Smiling that she did, she began to add her textured strokes.
Hours passed before Serena realized what time it was. Looking at the clock she had hanging on her wall, she realized it was eight o'clock. Late for her to still be painting. Setting down her paint brush, she yawned. Time for a break. Walking out of the room, she stretched, and made a bee line for her kitchen; though expecting not to find anything too appetizing, being she was on a students budget. Rummaging around, she picked out a package or raumen, and a can of tuna fish. Filling a pot full of water for the raumen, Serena suddenly shut the water off. She thought she heard someone knock on her door. Waiting a minute, she turned the water back on again, only to be disturbed by the same noise. Shutting it off once again, she placed the water on the stove top to boil, while she walked to her door; quietly creeping to the peep hole. Looking through it, she gasped at the figure she saw standing there. It was Darien. He stood squarely in front of the door, obviously wanting to be seen. Unlocking the door with a click, she opened it slightly, looking out through the crack, "Hello Serena, good to see you again." Darien said. Standing there, he was picture perfect. Not a hair out of place, or an undermining eye. "Uh, ...hi Darien." Was the only phrase she was able to get out. He looked like a male model. Though not having a suit on, his clothes were still dark, complementing him nicely. Black slacks, and black turtleneck sweater; with the oh so perfect black trench coat style jacket. Reaching past his knees. He looked too classy to be where he was.
"Uh.." Serena stumbled over her words, "Um, I would invite you in,..um, but I...."She had no clue what to do. She didn't want to leave him standing in the cold, but, to invite a vampire into your house, or, a person who thought he was a vampire, wasn't it a bad idea either way? "Invites don't suit you, I presume." He said. Serena blushed. "Uh.." He chuckled, stepping closer to the door. Serena only opened it wider, and stepped aside, watching him simply walk into the room. 'I take it the rumor that Vampires can't enter your house, unless invited, aren't true.' She thought. Closing the door, she cleared her throat. He stood in the middle of her living room, hands behind his back. That was when she noticed he was carrying something. "Uh what's that?" she asked, pointing briefly to the hanging object in his hands. Darien looked down, as if he had not noticed he was carrying it. "Oh yes." He said bringing it up to hold it our in front of him. It was her jacket and scarf, the one she had left at the club. "I had come across this, and I believe it belongs to you." He said, holding it out to her. Serena approached it slowly, thinking herself stupid for doing so. It was just her jacket, but how had he gotten a hold of it? Did he go to the club? Surely he had to of, but someone his type in a place like that? "Thank you." She said, taking it from him, Giving it a quick look over, Serena smiled back at him. "I'll go put this away."
Walking passed him, and into the hallway, she had just passed her paint room when she heard a mysterious sound come from it. Stopping and backing up, she saw Darien was standing in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind his back in the same posture, looking at the walls around him. Serena gasped, "What?..." She couldn't understand how he had swept passed her so fast. Staring at him with her mouth hanging open, her turned to look at her, "Quite beautiful works of art." He said, surveying the room once again. "You are most talented." Serena gasped, "Darien?" she asked incredulously. He merely looked back at her, "Yes?" Serena couldn't explain it. "Never mind." She said sighing. Shaking her head, she walked into her room, and threw her jacket on her bed. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked around quickly. She needed to gather her thoughts. Walking over to her balcony, she peeked out the hanging blinds to catch a glimpse of the moon, when her vision was distracted.
Looking down at the street that ran by her apartment complex, she saw there on the sidewalk, two men standing. Both tall and muscular, looking up at her. Squinting her eyes to get a better look, she saw a familiar blond haired one. Gasping, she let the blinds fall back into place, as she quickly backed away, turning around to see Darien standing in the hall, just outside her bedroom. "Something wrong Serena?" he asked. Serenas eyes went wide. "Darien, did you per chance, bring two friends with you?" she asked. His face seemed to be made of stone, as he shook his head. Walking into her room, and looking out the balcony, he saw no one, though Serena could of sworn he saw something to have such an anger fill his eyes. "Serena, stay here. I'll return later." He said, sweeping around, and out of her room. Serena followed him to the front door, "Darien, what's happening? What'd you see?" she asked. He turned to her, "Nothing." He said simply, before opening the door, and disappearing down the walkway. Serena felt a chill go up her spine then, "What's going on?" she said to herself.
Hearing a sizzling sound, Serena jumped, and quickly dodged inside, locking the door. Breathing deeply, she heard the sound again, and looked in the direction of the kitchen. She'd heard that sound before. Walking into it, she saw that the water had boiled over, spilling onto the hot, electric coil on the top of the stove. "Dang it." She said, turning the heat down. Sighing in relief, Serena slumped against the counter. Where had Darien gone? Looking at her phone base she thought about checking up on Molly again, when she saw that the receiver wasn't on it. Taking a glance around the living room, she spotted her phone lying on the floor by her couch. Walking to it, she noticed she had left it on. In her haste to leave earlier, she figured she must have forgotten to turn it off. Pushing the speak button, the phone only beeped in response. It was dead. 'Damn' she thought, hanging it back up on the base.
"Bang, bang" a sudden noise coming from her bedroom made her jerk around. "Bang, bang" the noise came again. Serena didn't breathe, nor did she move towards her bedroom. Previous experiences taught her to always go with her gut, and now she felt like that was the only thing keeping her out of harms way. "Bang, bang" the noise came again. Listening closer, she realized that the noise was coming from upstairs. Looking up towards the ceiling, she wondered what the old couple that lived above her, could possibly be doing. "Bang, BANG!" the noise suddenly took a turn for the worst, and Serena could feel fear start at the base of her spine, and crawl slowly up. She heard a crumble, and then a crash come from her bedroom. "Ahhhh!" she screamed, then covering in her mouth, she felt like she had made a huge mistake. She saw movement in through the blackness of her room. Slowly stepping backwards, she felt for the handle on the door. She began to shiver, as she saw a large figure step out of her room, and into the hallway. Feeling for the knob, she unlocked the door, turning around, as it swung open.
Beginning to run, she collided with solid object. Stumbling backwards, she was caught by the wrist by the creature in front of her. Looking into his face, sheer terror gripped her senses. A man with long bone straight hair, was smiling down at her. Showing elongated, pointed fangs. A cry of terror stilled, and died in Serenas throat, "Best not to scream love." He said in a deep British accent. Trying to pull away from him, She only got out one word, "DARIEN!!!!!!!!"