Moonlight Magick
A/N - Hey there! This is an AU and hopefully it will entertain all of you guys!! ^_^ I love reviews.. So please be gracious enough to spend two minutes to type something and tell me what you think and maybe a suggestion or two about where it should go... ^_~;;
Disclaimer - Sadly, I don't own Smoon.. Only the characters that I make up... -.-' ::grumbling:: No fair!! Hehe.. Oh well, have fun reading and don't forget to review!! ^_^
Chapter 1 -
Fall 1986
Serena sat on the inner platform in front of her window. She was confused about what was going on around her; she did not understand why her father was crying. She stared forlornly outside, waiting for her mother to come home. Where's mommy, she wondered. Daddy said she wouldn't be coming home. But, I want her to come home. I want her home now! She exclaimed in her mind.
As Serena continued staring blankly out the window, she heard a shuffling sound come from the back of the room. She turned around to find her father entering her room. He was relatively young, perhaps five years past thirty or so, but he looked much older. Usually there was a warmth and sparkle in the man's eyes, but as of late, there was an expression of anguish, sense of loss and depression within his amber eyes. Once upon a time, a happy smile had graced the handsome face, but now that smile was lost and in its place was a set of sunken cheeks and a strained smile.
He slowly sat down in the rocking chair in the middle of the room and held his arms open to Serena. Without a thought she ran across the room and flung herself into his waiting arms. He caught her small body with ease and relaxed into the chair, hoping to find some comfort as he let the steady movement of the chair console them. He was nervous as he coughed and opened his mouth to speak with his young daughter, and to explain why her mother would not be coming home. Ever again. Why did you leave me, Ilene? Why? He pondered. I feel so alone, I need you and so does Serena! Not even Magick could help you Ilene. God, I miss you so much.. His thoughts trailed off as he looked sadly at his daughter and tried to explain what had happened to her Mother.
"Dear, I'm very sorry," his voice came out as a hoarse whisper, "but Mommy isn't going to be coming home. She's gone to a place that's prettier and nicer than where we live now."
Serena's bottom lip started to tremble as she pouted and tried not to cry. It had been several days since she last saw her mother. She missed her terribly. "But.. But Daddy, I want her back. Doesn't Mommy like the way we live now?"
Serena knew about poverty, even at the tender age of seven. She knew that where she lived now with her father and the house full of servants that they were quite rich and had indulgences and the luxury to be entertained. But, she also knew about the poor. She saw the people who had to live in hovels or alleys, covered in dirt and grime, making money by stealing or doing extreme labor work.
At a loss for words, Ken just looked at his daughter. She was now all he had left in this cruel world. Monies and other women would do naught to help his cause. She was his last love and all he would ever love again.
The snow outside the window started to blow harshly and he stood up, carrying his daughter in his arms, crossed to the window and shut it. Standing in front of the window, he looked at his daughter and started, "You see.. Mommy was very sick.. Magick couldn't help her." But then again I didn't know about the cancer that was eating away at her body, he thought bitterly to himself. "She's left to Heaven. You know, she's an angel now. She's got a halo, wings and even a harp." He tried to make light of things but even he knew that his daughter would still be sad.
The burning light from the lamp flickered and died as the darkness overcame the room, expressing the feelings and tension that went on in the room. Some moonlight filtered in through the window and washed across their faces as they stared into one another's eyes. He looked at his daughter, all that was left of the woman he had loved so completely, and held her close, breathing deeply to quell the sobs that threatened to wrack his body. Both persons could not stop the tears that finally spilled over and fell down their cheeks as they held and consoled one another, while thinking of the lost loved one. Both fully knew that they had created a bond, one that would not be severed by time or people.
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1994 (8 years have passed)
A girl with blonde hair, held up in two buns on her head, ran down the steps of her manor home. As she ran, all the servants could see was a blonde blur. A single servant called out to her to rebuke her, "SERENA! BE CAREFUL! If you end up all bloodied on the driveway, you're father WILL NOT take it lightly!"
Serena stopped on the last step, turned and looked up at Lucy. "Don't worry Lucy! I'll be fine, the cobblestones are already dry from today's noon storm," came the soft reply of Serena. As soon as that was said, she started once again. Her hair streamed past her as her legs took her across the cobblestone driveway. She ran into the streets, turned right and headed toward her best friend, Raye's, house. Raye had just called asking her to come over and fast because it was about something urgent. Serena would have asked Geoffrey to take her but she knew that he was busy, along with all the other servants, readying the manor for her father.
Her father would be flying in tomorrow from a long business trip. This time he had been gone for a month and had left Lucy, the head maid, in charge of the manor. Today, everyone was scrambling about to make sure that the manor would be presentable, from attic to basement, all four floors would be cleaned and dusted to make sure that her father would not be disappointed.
Serena had shrugged away the duties for today, after being practically shoved out of the house. Lucy had told her that she was young, go out and have fun. Don't stay in the manor and help with the chores when she was not a servant.
She sighed audibly and stopped her chase down the street to take a breath. She leaned heavily upon the iron gate that surrounded all the houses in the neighborhood area. Seeing a bench, she sat down upon it. Before she could even catch her breath, she heard the sharp snap of a twig and saw that two dark forms were heading her way. She groaned in her mind as she thought of the time. Damn, I should have asked if Raye could've picked me up! I can just see it now - 'Serena Chambles, Daughter of Ken Chambles the Third, Victim of Rape', echoed in her mind as she scrambled up off the bench.
The two men snickered as they came closer. Gulping, Serena looked around her for a weapon that might save her. After seeing that there was nothing around but an iron gate and the wood bench, that obviously could not be picked up, she tried to slink into the alley in hopes that the shadows would lend coverage, and that the two men were just laughing at some joke and hadn't seen her. She was wrong. She looked up and cringed as her imagination took over her brain and images and thoughts flitted through her mind at what they would do to her. They were now only about five feet away. Each assessed the other.
Serena saw two men, dressed in all black. One was short and stocky looking while the other was a slight bit over medium height and lanky. They were both ugly. The short one, which Serena now dubbed Shorty, had dirty-blonde hair and mud-brown eyes. But what overrode those features was his potbelly, clearly seen through a tight stained worn t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans, and a black jacket. Lanky on the other hand, had light brown hair with black eyes and was wearing loose clothing, almost the same as Shorty's, that was just as dirty and wrinkled.
Maybe it's to hide his skinny form, thought Serena and smirked. She immediately wished she hadn't because Shorty, after seeing a smirk cross her features, had lifted a single ash blonde brow and then he grinned maliciously. Both started to close in on her, cornering her into the walls of the alley all around her.
Shorty, whose real name was actually Mac, had been openly looking over the young girl. Ah, well if she ain't the pretty lit'l thing! His thoughts took on a more perverse road as he thought of how happy he was to have gone down this street and find her all alone. Eh, too bad I gots ta share 'er wit Brett. Hmm, I'll just take m'share first 'en leave 'im wit th'rest.
She was actually quite the belle, with long golden hair and summer blue eyes that was graced upon a small pixie-shaped face and flawless ivory skin. Her long lashes were wet and sparkling from tears that hadn't yet escaped her eyes as she looked around herself for a way out. Her small pert nose went well with her even and small features. The white column of her neck went down to show off a small body beneath it and the creamy white of her shoulders. She had worn an off the shoulder white sweater with a black sports tank top on the inside and black dancer pants that stopped mid-calf, along with white sneakers. Her stature was petite but held grace as she stood at five feet and two inches.
Shorty and Lanky continued to leer at her as their eyes greedily took in her pert breasts and small waist, though they were not clearly defined. They grinned at the slight flare of hips and long lean legs. Her whole body showed the budding of a girl entering womanhood.
"So hun, whatcha doin' down hea in da middl'o th'night?" came the slurred reply of Lanky.
He walked unsteadily towards Serena, grabbed her hands and pulled her roughly towards him. With a gasp Serena toppled heavily against him, feeling his hard erection against her soft stomach. She looked up into his lust filled eyes with her own that were filled with dread. She pushed and pulled, trying to get away from the man, but her squirming did nothing but heighten his lust and soon he was ripping at her sweater. Serena screamed with all her might as her sweater fell free of her body, but her screams were soon muffled as Mac had gone behind her and taken one hand to cover her mouth while the other started to fondle her breasts.
In a panic, Serena bit down hard on the hand and Mac's shouts and curses could be heard throughout the alley as he let go and backed away, holding his hand to his chest. Brett just held onto her and stared dumbly at his friend, bewildered at his cries of pain. Mac, in a rage, simply glared at her menacingly as he was about to lift his hand to strike her.
Oh God, what the hell am I going to do?? Serena thought with fright as she cringed, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, waiting for the assault to come down upon her. She looked around, hoping beyond hope that there were strangers passing by that could hear her pleas and sobs, which were no longer muffled. Then to her astonishment, yet another shadow had filled the entry of the alley. Her eyes widened at the thought of yet another man that would be there to hurt her and touch her in all ways that could bring shame upon her.
She felt the strike upon her cheek from Mac, but it was like a small pinch from a child as her mind drifted from the scene and what was happening. Her eyes began to glow fluorescent silver as her pupils seemed to dilate then meld with the white of her eyes, as the two men let go of her and backed away in horror of what was happening. Her tears had dried up, leaving no sign that they had fallen from her eyes. All she could think of was getting away, and if she had to use Magick to do so, then God help her she would.
They were confused and seemed to be like children who had gotten their hands stuck in a cookie jar, as they tried to scramble away from the floating girl. They had stopped running and turned to stare at the girl; she was being held up off the ground by some force they could not even comprehend. Almost like realization had dawned upon them, they turned tail and shot out of the dark alley, almost knocking over the man that was at the opening of the alley surveying the scene, where the light of the moon met the dark of shadows. Without a pause, they ran down the streets to find a haven from what was happening.
The shadow that had filled the alley a mere second before, had taken a step back to allow the other two men to escape. He smirked as he saw them running as if the hounds of hell were at their heels.
Slowly he made his way toward the young girl who still stared blindly in front of her. He chanted a few incoherent words and soon the girls' eyes closed and a dreamy sigh left her lips. She gradually floated back down to Earth's ground and as soon as her feet touched the pavement beneath her, it was like an electric shock passed through her body. Her eyes snapped open as she gasped and looked around for the two men who had tried to take her virginity. Seeing nothing but shadows and brick walls, she sighed in relief and allowed her eyes to close. Soon, a warm feeling filled her body as the shock disappeared and her body, limp from the whole event, crumpled forward heading for the concrete. Her mind registered that instead of hitting hard pavement, she hit something softer. Too tired to even look up and see what she had landed on, she felt something slide under her knees. Soon after, something snaked around her naked waist causing her skin instantly to become warmer. I have to buy a shirt that covers my midriff, was the distant thought of Serena. Her head lolled to the side, falling upon a pillow where she could hear a steady rhythm of thumps. She had this magical feeling that she was being lifted and carried somewhere. But her mind was too tired out from all that use of adrenaline. Without a single thought left, she succumbed to the bliss of Morpheus.
The man looked down at the girl that he had caught in his arms. He started with the halo of golden tresses that had come loose from its holdings, serving as a curtain around her body; almost daring him to do anything more than carry her. He chuckled softly at the thought of someone's hair trying to kill a person. His eyes trailed to her face that was nestled on his chest, at the thickly lashed eyes that were closed for the moment and the pink lips that curved at the corners in a small smile. Her nose was small and straight and her cheekbones high. He continued with his perusal and saw the gentle curve of a delicate jawbone. He shifted her weight in his arms until he was content with the way he was carrying her. He looked up and then back down at the young woman, and then sighed as he made his way out of the alley, careful not to let anything hit her on the way out.
He headed on down the street, a man clothed in a navy blue shirt with black jeans. His black hair, thick and windswept, shined with the light from the lampposts. He trudged along the street until he came upon another alley to his left. His eyes, pools of ocean blue, looked around, making sure no one was around, and then sprinted through the alley with Serena in his arms. As soon as he got to the back of the alley he made a flying leap into the air. He let his right arm, which had been wrapped around Serena's legs, reach up and he grabbed onto a crevice of the building. He held tightly onto Serena with his left arm, pulling her tight against him so she wouldn't slip out of his arms. With a swing of his legs, he jumped into an open window and then did a tumble and a roll, making sure his body wrapped around Serena's as to not hurt her. As soon as he got up, he picked up the young girl and laid her down and across a cot in the room. As he did so, a low melodic voice seeped out from the darkness.
"Will she be alright?"
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TA DA!!! Well how do-EEP!! ::ducks from getting hit by flying tomatoes:: OK OK OK just Review and tell me... ::ducks again:: WHAT YOU THINK!!! ::runs away screaming::
A/N - Hey there! This is an AU and hopefully it will entertain all of you guys!! ^_^ I love reviews.. So please be gracious enough to spend two minutes to type something and tell me what you think and maybe a suggestion or two about where it should go... ^_~;;
Disclaimer - Sadly, I don't own Smoon.. Only the characters that I make up... -.-' ::grumbling:: No fair!! Hehe.. Oh well, have fun reading and don't forget to review!! ^_^
Chapter 1 -
Fall 1986
Serena sat on the inner platform in front of her window. She was confused about what was going on around her; she did not understand why her father was crying. She stared forlornly outside, waiting for her mother to come home. Where's mommy, she wondered. Daddy said she wouldn't be coming home. But, I want her to come home. I want her home now! She exclaimed in her mind.
As Serena continued staring blankly out the window, she heard a shuffling sound come from the back of the room. She turned around to find her father entering her room. He was relatively young, perhaps five years past thirty or so, but he looked much older. Usually there was a warmth and sparkle in the man's eyes, but as of late, there was an expression of anguish, sense of loss and depression within his amber eyes. Once upon a time, a happy smile had graced the handsome face, but now that smile was lost and in its place was a set of sunken cheeks and a strained smile.
He slowly sat down in the rocking chair in the middle of the room and held his arms open to Serena. Without a thought she ran across the room and flung herself into his waiting arms. He caught her small body with ease and relaxed into the chair, hoping to find some comfort as he let the steady movement of the chair console them. He was nervous as he coughed and opened his mouth to speak with his young daughter, and to explain why her mother would not be coming home. Ever again. Why did you leave me, Ilene? Why? He pondered. I feel so alone, I need you and so does Serena! Not even Magick could help you Ilene. God, I miss you so much.. His thoughts trailed off as he looked sadly at his daughter and tried to explain what had happened to her Mother.
"Dear, I'm very sorry," his voice came out as a hoarse whisper, "but Mommy isn't going to be coming home. She's gone to a place that's prettier and nicer than where we live now."
Serena's bottom lip started to tremble as she pouted and tried not to cry. It had been several days since she last saw her mother. She missed her terribly. "But.. But Daddy, I want her back. Doesn't Mommy like the way we live now?"
Serena knew about poverty, even at the tender age of seven. She knew that where she lived now with her father and the house full of servants that they were quite rich and had indulgences and the luxury to be entertained. But, she also knew about the poor. She saw the people who had to live in hovels or alleys, covered in dirt and grime, making money by stealing or doing extreme labor work.
At a loss for words, Ken just looked at his daughter. She was now all he had left in this cruel world. Monies and other women would do naught to help his cause. She was his last love and all he would ever love again.
The snow outside the window started to blow harshly and he stood up, carrying his daughter in his arms, crossed to the window and shut it. Standing in front of the window, he looked at his daughter and started, "You see.. Mommy was very sick.. Magick couldn't help her." But then again I didn't know about the cancer that was eating away at her body, he thought bitterly to himself. "She's left to Heaven. You know, she's an angel now. She's got a halo, wings and even a harp." He tried to make light of things but even he knew that his daughter would still be sad.
The burning light from the lamp flickered and died as the darkness overcame the room, expressing the feelings and tension that went on in the room. Some moonlight filtered in through the window and washed across their faces as they stared into one another's eyes. He looked at his daughter, all that was left of the woman he had loved so completely, and held her close, breathing deeply to quell the sobs that threatened to wrack his body. Both persons could not stop the tears that finally spilled over and fell down their cheeks as they held and consoled one another, while thinking of the lost loved one. Both fully knew that they had created a bond, one that would not be severed by time or people.
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1994 (8 years have passed)
A girl with blonde hair, held up in two buns on her head, ran down the steps of her manor home. As she ran, all the servants could see was a blonde blur. A single servant called out to her to rebuke her, "SERENA! BE CAREFUL! If you end up all bloodied on the driveway, you're father WILL NOT take it lightly!"
Serena stopped on the last step, turned and looked up at Lucy. "Don't worry Lucy! I'll be fine, the cobblestones are already dry from today's noon storm," came the soft reply of Serena. As soon as that was said, she started once again. Her hair streamed past her as her legs took her across the cobblestone driveway. She ran into the streets, turned right and headed toward her best friend, Raye's, house. Raye had just called asking her to come over and fast because it was about something urgent. Serena would have asked Geoffrey to take her but she knew that he was busy, along with all the other servants, readying the manor for her father.
Her father would be flying in tomorrow from a long business trip. This time he had been gone for a month and had left Lucy, the head maid, in charge of the manor. Today, everyone was scrambling about to make sure that the manor would be presentable, from attic to basement, all four floors would be cleaned and dusted to make sure that her father would not be disappointed.
Serena had shrugged away the duties for today, after being practically shoved out of the house. Lucy had told her that she was young, go out and have fun. Don't stay in the manor and help with the chores when she was not a servant.
She sighed audibly and stopped her chase down the street to take a breath. She leaned heavily upon the iron gate that surrounded all the houses in the neighborhood area. Seeing a bench, she sat down upon it. Before she could even catch her breath, she heard the sharp snap of a twig and saw that two dark forms were heading her way. She groaned in her mind as she thought of the time. Damn, I should have asked if Raye could've picked me up! I can just see it now - 'Serena Chambles, Daughter of Ken Chambles the Third, Victim of Rape', echoed in her mind as she scrambled up off the bench.
The two men snickered as they came closer. Gulping, Serena looked around her for a weapon that might save her. After seeing that there was nothing around but an iron gate and the wood bench, that obviously could not be picked up, she tried to slink into the alley in hopes that the shadows would lend coverage, and that the two men were just laughing at some joke and hadn't seen her. She was wrong. She looked up and cringed as her imagination took over her brain and images and thoughts flitted through her mind at what they would do to her. They were now only about five feet away. Each assessed the other.
Serena saw two men, dressed in all black. One was short and stocky looking while the other was a slight bit over medium height and lanky. They were both ugly. The short one, which Serena now dubbed Shorty, had dirty-blonde hair and mud-brown eyes. But what overrode those features was his potbelly, clearly seen through a tight stained worn t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans, and a black jacket. Lanky on the other hand, had light brown hair with black eyes and was wearing loose clothing, almost the same as Shorty's, that was just as dirty and wrinkled.
Maybe it's to hide his skinny form, thought Serena and smirked. She immediately wished she hadn't because Shorty, after seeing a smirk cross her features, had lifted a single ash blonde brow and then he grinned maliciously. Both started to close in on her, cornering her into the walls of the alley all around her.
Shorty, whose real name was actually Mac, had been openly looking over the young girl. Ah, well if she ain't the pretty lit'l thing! His thoughts took on a more perverse road as he thought of how happy he was to have gone down this street and find her all alone. Eh, too bad I gots ta share 'er wit Brett. Hmm, I'll just take m'share first 'en leave 'im wit th'rest.
She was actually quite the belle, with long golden hair and summer blue eyes that was graced upon a small pixie-shaped face and flawless ivory skin. Her long lashes were wet and sparkling from tears that hadn't yet escaped her eyes as she looked around herself for a way out. Her small pert nose went well with her even and small features. The white column of her neck went down to show off a small body beneath it and the creamy white of her shoulders. She had worn an off the shoulder white sweater with a black sports tank top on the inside and black dancer pants that stopped mid-calf, along with white sneakers. Her stature was petite but held grace as she stood at five feet and two inches.
Shorty and Lanky continued to leer at her as their eyes greedily took in her pert breasts and small waist, though they were not clearly defined. They grinned at the slight flare of hips and long lean legs. Her whole body showed the budding of a girl entering womanhood.
"So hun, whatcha doin' down hea in da middl'o th'night?" came the slurred reply of Lanky.
He walked unsteadily towards Serena, grabbed her hands and pulled her roughly towards him. With a gasp Serena toppled heavily against him, feeling his hard erection against her soft stomach. She looked up into his lust filled eyes with her own that were filled with dread. She pushed and pulled, trying to get away from the man, but her squirming did nothing but heighten his lust and soon he was ripping at her sweater. Serena screamed with all her might as her sweater fell free of her body, but her screams were soon muffled as Mac had gone behind her and taken one hand to cover her mouth while the other started to fondle her breasts.
In a panic, Serena bit down hard on the hand and Mac's shouts and curses could be heard throughout the alley as he let go and backed away, holding his hand to his chest. Brett just held onto her and stared dumbly at his friend, bewildered at his cries of pain. Mac, in a rage, simply glared at her menacingly as he was about to lift his hand to strike her.
Oh God, what the hell am I going to do?? Serena thought with fright as she cringed, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, waiting for the assault to come down upon her. She looked around, hoping beyond hope that there were strangers passing by that could hear her pleas and sobs, which were no longer muffled. Then to her astonishment, yet another shadow had filled the entry of the alley. Her eyes widened at the thought of yet another man that would be there to hurt her and touch her in all ways that could bring shame upon her.
She felt the strike upon her cheek from Mac, but it was like a small pinch from a child as her mind drifted from the scene and what was happening. Her eyes began to glow fluorescent silver as her pupils seemed to dilate then meld with the white of her eyes, as the two men let go of her and backed away in horror of what was happening. Her tears had dried up, leaving no sign that they had fallen from her eyes. All she could think of was getting away, and if she had to use Magick to do so, then God help her she would.
They were confused and seemed to be like children who had gotten their hands stuck in a cookie jar, as they tried to scramble away from the floating girl. They had stopped running and turned to stare at the girl; she was being held up off the ground by some force they could not even comprehend. Almost like realization had dawned upon them, they turned tail and shot out of the dark alley, almost knocking over the man that was at the opening of the alley surveying the scene, where the light of the moon met the dark of shadows. Without a pause, they ran down the streets to find a haven from what was happening.
The shadow that had filled the alley a mere second before, had taken a step back to allow the other two men to escape. He smirked as he saw them running as if the hounds of hell were at their heels.
Slowly he made his way toward the young girl who still stared blindly in front of her. He chanted a few incoherent words and soon the girls' eyes closed and a dreamy sigh left her lips. She gradually floated back down to Earth's ground and as soon as her feet touched the pavement beneath her, it was like an electric shock passed through her body. Her eyes snapped open as she gasped and looked around for the two men who had tried to take her virginity. Seeing nothing but shadows and brick walls, she sighed in relief and allowed her eyes to close. Soon, a warm feeling filled her body as the shock disappeared and her body, limp from the whole event, crumpled forward heading for the concrete. Her mind registered that instead of hitting hard pavement, she hit something softer. Too tired to even look up and see what she had landed on, she felt something slide under her knees. Soon after, something snaked around her naked waist causing her skin instantly to become warmer. I have to buy a shirt that covers my midriff, was the distant thought of Serena. Her head lolled to the side, falling upon a pillow where she could hear a steady rhythm of thumps. She had this magical feeling that she was being lifted and carried somewhere. But her mind was too tired out from all that use of adrenaline. Without a single thought left, she succumbed to the bliss of Morpheus.
The man looked down at the girl that he had caught in his arms. He started with the halo of golden tresses that had come loose from its holdings, serving as a curtain around her body; almost daring him to do anything more than carry her. He chuckled softly at the thought of someone's hair trying to kill a person. His eyes trailed to her face that was nestled on his chest, at the thickly lashed eyes that were closed for the moment and the pink lips that curved at the corners in a small smile. Her nose was small and straight and her cheekbones high. He continued with his perusal and saw the gentle curve of a delicate jawbone. He shifted her weight in his arms until he was content with the way he was carrying her. He looked up and then back down at the young woman, and then sighed as he made his way out of the alley, careful not to let anything hit her on the way out.
He headed on down the street, a man clothed in a navy blue shirt with black jeans. His black hair, thick and windswept, shined with the light from the lampposts. He trudged along the street until he came upon another alley to his left. His eyes, pools of ocean blue, looked around, making sure no one was around, and then sprinted through the alley with Serena in his arms. As soon as he got to the back of the alley he made a flying leap into the air. He let his right arm, which had been wrapped around Serena's legs, reach up and he grabbed onto a crevice of the building. He held tightly onto Serena with his left arm, pulling her tight against him so she wouldn't slip out of his arms. With a swing of his legs, he jumped into an open window and then did a tumble and a roll, making sure his body wrapped around Serena's as to not hurt her. As soon as he got up, he picked up the young girl and laid her down and across a cot in the room. As he did so, a low melodic voice seeped out from the darkness.
"Will she be alright?"
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TA DA!!! Well how do-EEP!! ::ducks from getting hit by flying tomatoes:: OK OK OK just Review and tell me... ::ducks again:: WHAT YOU THINK!!! ::runs away screaming::