The rain beat down in a steady rhythm against the glass of the car. The
dark scenery of the night streaking past her view. Serena shivered and
whimpered silently to herself. 'Darien..' She thought shamelessly.
The cold of the interior of the car chilled her, and Dave's constant silence was deafening. She could almost see the rage radiating off of him. Clasping her hands together, she looked around her. Tears stinging her eyes and her thoughts floating away from her. 'Why was he doing this? Why did he hate her so suddenly?' "Dave, please don't..." "Shut up Serena. I don't want to hear YOUR VOICE!" he yelled at her. Gulping Serena wanted to sob, but refused to do so. "NO!" she yelled back, unlatching her seatbelt and scooting up. "You try my patience Serena." He snarled, tightening his hands on the wheel. "Well you have it coming! Why are you doing this to me Dave!? What have I ever done to you!? Tell me DAMN IT!" she screamed.
Suddenly gagging, Serena soon found herself in a very dangerous position. Dave had turned around quickly, tightening a hand around her neck, while his other held wheel steady.
Sharp red eyes tore into hers, and Serena chocked for breath, trying in vain to pry his hand from around her neck. Digging her fingers into his cold flesh. "Serena, you are the bane of our existence. I hate you because you are one to be hated. Darien loves you so much, he doesn't see that you're a threat. You're the problem!" Serenas head swam. She was beginning to feel light headed. Making a wheezing sound, Serena shook her head only slightly, "Wh....." she gurgled out. "Darien loves you Serena. He'll always love you, and you are human. You are a mortal, and you will be the one who destroys us all." He seethed.
Vision clouding, Serena felt the thud of her heart in her chest. "This is the only way we'll ever survive." Looking into his eyes a final time, Serena saw a pang of sympathy and then, nothing.
*
Stepping into the dank warehouse, Darien looked around the darkness, seeing everything clearly as day. Well, almost anyway. His vision scrutinizing every crate and barrel, he spread out his senses. He knew he was there somewhere. He had to be. Jacob was not the kind of person to ever be late for a meeting, let alone skip out on one.
Though Darien was more concerned about why he had picked such a horrible place to meet. The docks were defiantly not a wise one. Especially when there was such a risk of interference. Because unlike the mortal world, solitude didn't mean peace, but more or less death. Because when there was too much solitude, there was always someone there.
"You made it, I am pleased." Came a deep voice from somewhere. Darien didn't flinch, he had expected Jacob to make him feel uncomfortable. "I'm ecstatic that I make you so happy Jacob." Came his cold reply.
Out from the shadows Jacob strolled. A smirk on his face and hands clasped behind his back. "I didn't presume anything less from you Darien." He said. Darien cocked his head to one side. "Really?"
Smirking, Jacob walked closer to him. "You could have been great Darien, instead of being the damned black sheep of the family." He said coolly. Darien grinned, "We all choose our own path." He replied. "So it seems." Jacob seemed to calm for comfort. "Though I would like to inquire Jacob, about this evening." Darien spoke firmly then.
Jacob smiled. "Inquire about what?" Growling, Darien approached closer to him. "About your little run in with Serena!" he yelled. Listening as his voice echoed through the metal plated warehouse. Jacob nodded, "So what, what about our conversation are you displeased with?" Darien sneered, "You lied to HER!" "I told her the TRUTH!" Jacob yelled back. "I told her what you would not. I told her about how you knew about me and the vampire family all along! I told her about your fascination with us and you wanting to become one. I told her about how you came to me when her friend died, asking me to stop my kills and I went against you! I spoke of when you were turned and even of our prowls together."
Darien took a step back. "That's right Darien. I told her about how you killed and hunted, and how you enjoyed it. I told her the truth!" he yelled. "and you would have her to believe otherwise, you fool." Darien barred his fangs. "You killed her Jacob! You killed her for no reason! You destroyed my only happiness! I told you I would take care of things. I told you that I would handle her and the child. But you took things too far! She died by your hands before I could fix nothing!" he screamed. Taking a deep breath Jacob clasped his hands together in front of him. "We wanted results Darien. You had been given a months time to make her aware of you being. But you failed." He said.
Darien growled again, "She was with child, MY CHILD WOULD HAVE DIED HAD I DONE WHAT YOU ASKED!" "And the child did die did it not!" Hearing Jacob say that, Darien suddenly snapped and launched himself at him. Pouncing on him, Jacob fell backwards and onto his back, only to Catapult Darin over him.
Jumping back to his feet, Jacob swirled around to face Darien, but was only to be granted with empty space. Suddenly laughing methodically, Jacob spun around quickly. "DARIEN! You FOOL!" he yelled into the night. "You mock me Darien. These tricks are but the knowledge of a student. A pupil. I am the master, and you will learn your rightful lesson this time!" he called.
Darien, who was perched onto of a large stack of crates, concealed himself well against the dark shadows. Keeping his movement to none. "Master, Jacob?" he said sternly. "Master you call yourself? You were a monster and still are. You kill and enjoy It." He growled. Jacob laughed again. "*I* kill and *I* enjoy it? Please Darien, it is WHO I AM!" he bellowed, stretching and holding out is arms. "This is what I am. A killer! I am a killer, and so are you! You deny it!." "I DENY NOTHING!" Darien yelled. "Ahh but you do. You deny your roots. You deny the one who has made you." "I deny evil." Darien spat back.
Sighing, Jacob dropped his hands to his side. "So instead, you decide on the lesser evil." He said, grinning to himself. "You take Serena on as yours when you know full well she'll hurt you more than I ever could, because she will die. And you, you Darien, will live on forever." Shaking his head, Darien held back his rage. "You made me into what I am. You gave me no choice." He said. Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Oh, but you did want it. You wanted to be turned Darien, I know It." He said. Darien laughed. "You knew it? YOU KNEW IT!? You knew nothing. You decided for me!" "Were you complaining after your first kill Darien!" Jacob screamed at him. "What mortal vein within you cried out for humanities sake, and beckoned you to stop ehh!? What within you yelled and pleaded? What was it!" he asked. "You enjoyed it Darien, I know you enjoyed the hunt at one time. Answer me Lord Darien. Tell me." He prodded. Gritting his teeth, Darien let his chin fall to his chest.
"You Jacob, you turned me against my will, I was undecided that night. You admit that first. You admit that you made up my mind for me, and turned me because you wished it. You admit that now!" Hearing the words echo down the long stretch of the metal building, Jacob groaned. "Oh Darien you dramatic beast! Yes! Yes, I did take your decision into my hands alright! I turned you without your full consent, but you tell me now, did you or did you not bask in the delight of those kills!"
"YES!" Darien said, leaping from the crates and pouncing on Jacob. Struggling against each other the men fought. Sometimes Darien acquired the upper hand, sometimes Jacob, but both were in it for the kill. "You say how much you loved it!" Jacob yelled, pinning Darien on his back, a strong hand clamped around his throat. "Yes!" Darien yelled at him, "Yes, I admit I enjoyed those kills. I was sick and depraved and I enjoyed them!" Smiling, Jacob chuckled. "Good..." He said, before Darien suddenly pushed him off of him. Jacob flying backwards and into a stacking of barrels.
Getting up, Darien walked to where Jacob landed, surprised he was still there. "I was a depraved and sick man Jacob. It was only the knowledge that I needed the blood to live that stopped me from taking my own life. I was sick after every kill. Sick with remorse. In your eyes, of coarse I enjoyed it. What else would you believe? A vampire against his instincts? You Jacob, are the fool. You were so shallow to believe that I needed the thrill of a hunt, so you thought me a good pupil. But you were wrong. I learned a few of my own tricks, and I have survived just as well and healthier then you. You carry the weight of the dead on your back. All those people you killed are stacked upon your heart, and so you haven't one anymore." Jacob scowled. "I am my own master. I answer to no one, and it eats at you. Everyday I know you ponder over me, that's why you send your spies. The ones you think I have no clue about. I am the thorn in you side..." Darien said acidly, eyes darkening with hate.
Placing a hand on a barrel for leverage, Jacob slowly stood up, regained his balance, and looked just and poised as ever. As if the scuffle had never taken place. "You do know of my spies then...." he said indignantly. "Then I believe you are the one who's the fool." Darien felt a chill run through him. "Was that a look of fright I just see float across your eyes Darien? Could it be that you precious peril, your, 'lesser evil', is in danger?" Darien growled.
"Hmm, well, well, I do believe you would be correct in assuming such a thing. After all, why else would I seem so confident?" Jacob asked. "Why else would I have let you beat me?" Darien was prepared to lash out against him again, but his better judgment got to him. "What have you done with her?" Darien asked.
Jacob smiled, "Nothing yet.." "WHY DO YOU WANT HER?! IT'S ME YOU WANT DAMN IT!" he yelled. Jacob chuckled. "You may be the thorn in my side Darien.." He said, walking up to him, "But if you are the thorn in my side, then Serena is the Dagger in the chest of the vampire race." Darien growled. "Serena is the tool by which I will die, if I am not careful. And I cannot have that, now can I?" he said.
Darien didn't understand a word Jacob was speaking about. What about Serena? Why was she such a threat? "You will learn in time Darien...." Jacob said, suddenly turning around and walking off into the darkness. "That is, if you can keep up."
*
Groaning in her sleep, Serena screamed, sitting up before the hands in her dream circled around her neck. Gasping, Serena clutched her throat, praying that everything was just a dream and nothing more. But to her disappointment, she woke to find everything was far too real. Looking around the small room where she guessed she had been placed, Serena began to weep. She had been lying on the floor, disregarded as if she were a piece garbage.
The cement beneath her was cold and the only door that led out was made of iron, or so it looked like it was. Crawling backwards, she felt the cement wall make contact with her back, and slowly brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She was cold, alone, frightened, and Darien had no clue. For all she knew, he was still out roaming the streets looking for the bastard who was responsible for all of this. But sadly, he didn't know that, that bastard was Dave. Of all people, how could it be him? Darien's first in command? He trusted him so much, how could he do it?
Feeling a tear roll down her cheek, She sniffled to herself. "Darien, what is happening?...." she chocked out before her sobs overcame her and she buried her face in her hands.
"Quiet in there!" came a gruff voice. One she didn't recognize. But Serena didn't stop. "I said quiet!" Suddenly ceasing her whimpering, Serena stared at the door, and out of the small grated square hole at the top. "Hello?" she spoke softly. She heard a rustle, but no response. "Hello?" she said again. "Oh will you shut up. I told you to be quiet, and you'll do it too!" the voice commanded. But that's when Serena slowly realized that the voice was far too meek to be that of a vampires. Vampires had deeper voices, more masculine and heavy, with a touch of obnoxiousness in the tone.
Standing up, Serena walked to the door, and stood on her tip toes to look out. "Um, hello? Please, please, could you help e? Please?" she asked. Hearing footsteps walk to the door, she was suddenly met with brown eyes. "You're supposed o remain quiet at all times. Don't you dare make me come in there." Mentally applauding herself for knowing it wasn't a vampire, Serena felt herself gain a little hope. Vampires were very intelligent, but mortals that worked for vampires were very stupid. "I'm sorry." She said meekly, not really knowing where she was going with the whole conversation. "But I was just wondering where I am..." she said, biting her thumbnail in eagerness. The man sighed, "We're not supposed to be talking to you." He said briskly, before turning on his heel and walking down the corridor. "No, WAIT!" she yelled to him. But she didn't hear his pace slow or stop. "Wait, I need to speak with you about something uh.." Serena racked her brain for something, "Something, something uh....personal!" she yelled at him.
Hearing the word 'Personal' escape her lips, the man stopped. Turning around in the hallway, he looked at the cell he knew she was in. "Personal? What do you mean by personal?" he asked her. Pacing in her cell, Serena started snapping her fingers quietly, "uh..." she stumbled over the answer,..." Well, well it's embarrassing...." She said, trying to buy time. What was she aiming to do exactly? "Embarrassing?" she heard him say.
Hearing his footsteps travel back down the hall, Serena rolled her eyes. 'This guy's a pervert' she thought. But then it hit her. Like a smack in the face, it hit her! "uh...." looking around, she saw no weapon she could use. The room was bare.
Sensing him looking through the square whole, Serena turned around to see him. "Oh, hi." She said smiling sweetly, if not nervously. "I'm sorry, but I think I injured myself." She said. He eyed her up and down. "Really?" he inquired after a moment. "How?" he asked.
Serena smiled again, "Well, I think when he dropped me in here I hurt myself. Though I guess this is my punishment for being a...." rolling her eyes around the room, and idea suddenly hit her. "For being a bad girl...." she said, walking up to the door, and batting her eyes.
The man smirked. "A bad girl ehh?" he asked. "Yes, don't you know why I'm in here?" she asked. Praying that he wouldn't know, Serena shivered waiting for an answer. Though she didn't have to wait too long before he shook his head no. "Oh!" she said, laughing a little, "I see, well, do you uh...." leaning her face as close as she could to his, she licked her lips. "Do you uh, wanna know how bad?" she asked.
Smiling, the man nodded slightly before he shook his head and backed away. "You're trying to get me in trouble Miss." He said. Cursing herself, Serena wasn't ready to give up yet. "Oh, but I don't mean to." She said.
Watching him pace a little, she noticed he wasn't to intent on going anywhere. "You know..." He finally said after a while. "If you have a medical emergency, it could be dangerous." He said. Walking back up to the door, He peered at her. Serena shook, "Um, yes, I am hurt after all. In um, my thigh. On my inner thigh." She said, giving him a shaky wink. 'When did I become 007?' she thought.
Seeing his eyes squint , Serena knew he was smiling, and then heard the jingle of keys outside the cell door. 'Yes!' she cried mentally. Though at the same time she wanted to cry. How was she going pull this off? Watching as the door slowly opened, Serna held her breath as she finally got a good look at the man. He was thin and wore a turtleneck sweater and jeans. Definitely a little vampire helper. But he had no weapon on him. Or did he? laughing, Serena backed up a little.
"So, tell me where it hurts." He said, trying to be a smooth as he possibly could. Though doing a seriously bad job. Looking to her right and left, Serena felt her back press up against the wall. "Um, right...." But she wasn't able to finish, because before she knew it, she was pinned and was being kissed, rather fiercely, by the stranger. Her mind reeling, she tried to think, but it was hard with the guy being so forceful. Trying to scream, Serena felt his tongue penetrate her defenses and slip into her mouth. Wanting to gag, she did the only thing she could think of. She bit him, hard.
Hearing him yell, she quickly picked up her right knee, and hit him square between the legs. Hearing him gasp, she felt his body lift off hers and watched as he fell to the ground, crumpled and gasping for breath. Huffing in shock, Serena spit a little blood out of her mouth. She really had bitten him. Looking at the open doorway though suddenly had her mind thinking on a different level. Back on track, she bolted out the doorway and into the corridor. Not knowing where she was going, but pretty sure anywhere was better then where she was.
Running down halls and past many rooms, she finally came to a stairwell. Slowing her breathing and slowly ascending them, Serena hoped to God that she'd be safe and that wherever she was going was the way to get out. Though she seriously doubted it would be that easy.
Taking each step one at a time, she was able to make it to the top where a door awaited her. Afraid to open it too much, but still too frightened to stay there any longer, Serena turned the knob of the heavy wooden door and peered outside as it opened inch by inch. Seeing a very elaborate room on the other side, and hearing no voices, Serena sighed and became a bit braver. Opening the door all the way, she entered the room and shut it behind her. Immediately looking to see if there was any place where she was capable of hiding.
Scanning the room, she noticed it looked much like Darien's home. In the refined sense. Though the mere air around her seemed to shimmer with something dark. A feeling of heavy oppressiveness that made her shiver. Was this where Jacob lived? It was hard to say. It was defiantly where someone lived. Dave maybe?
Sudden thoughts of Dave and his hands around her neck made her close her eyes. She didn't want to think about it. He had done the most unthinkable thing imaginable. He had turned on Darien. And by what she saw that one night outside her apartment, there was only one way to deal with traitors.
Walking around the chairs of the sitting room, Serena made an attempt to take in the detail. Details would surely hold something about the owner. Though it was hard to tell the exact color of everything around her. The dim lights and deep colors blended to well. Though she was quite sure that it was purples and blues. Royal, rich, deep color that she was accustomed to seeing in grand houses now.
Hearing a muffle of voices coming from somewhere, Serena quickly searched the room for someplace to hide. Someone was drawing nearer, and she had to be out of sight. Looking at a large sofa, Serna realized it had tall wooden legs that held it up. Deciding it was just as good a place as any, she dodged under the sofa. Squeezing her body underneath just as she heard a door open and close. Two people had entered the room.
"You've done quite well." Came a deep voice. Rolling her eyes, Serena didn't know of a vampire without a macho voice. "Though you still disappoint me David." Serenas eye went wide at the mention of the name.
"Please master, tell me what I've done to displease you." Came Dave's shaky voice. A totally different tone then what he had before.
"David, you've let this go on for way too long. Serena should have been dealt with long ago. You know that. She's a menace to us, and the longer you waited, the more involved she became. You create more work for me." Feeling a presence above her, Serena realized that this person was now sitting on the seat above her. "David, You've let me down. What happened to you plan that one night? You were supposed to have Kidnapped the girl, and you end up with her friend? You drew suspicion on yourself."
"No master, Darien had no clue I had anything to d with that. It was a slight mistake made by the followers. Humans are quite unreliable." He said, trying to place the blame.
A laughed echoed about the room. "So you left the job to them if you knew they were unreliable!?" "Master, I beg you." Serena watched as Dave took a knee in front of the couch, in front of the person sitting there. Who by now she figured had to be Jacob. "It was a mistake. Her friend walked outside when I was sure she was going to. The followers had no idea what Serena looked like, so they jumped her. Though we took care of the problem and left her there to be found." "That is not the point Dave." Came Jacobs smooth reply.
"From that point on Serena would be better guarded. People just don't hit their head and end up twelve feet from where they fell." Jacob replied acidly. "And now you kidnap Serena in a totally inappropriate manor. Directly from the car? I told you to wait for orders. I had not even planned on you doing the deed. You were supposed to supervise. You are a loose cannon David."
Serena felt a chill run down her spine. "You are no child of mine." Hearing a slashing sound, Serena froze as she saw something red drip to the carpet, followed by a severed head. Mouth open in a silent scream, Serena began to back away from Dave's face.
Eyes wide with fear, Serena began sliding away until she realized she had scooted back so much that she was no longer under the couch. Looking up with a pale face, she saw Jacob standing over her. "So good to see you're still here. Though you seem to have a problem with being where you're not wanted." Screaming in terror, she felt herself being hauled up to her feet, "Shh my sweet. There's someone here who' dieing to see you."
*
Growling with frustration, Darien stood on the roof of a large manor. He had followed Jacob across town and through long twisting roads. Now where was he? One he had made it to the roof, via the fire escape on the side of the house, Darien was now at a loss. Serena was somewhere in the house below, and his senses were unable to find her. The wind carried too much away from him.
Above his head, the sky was clear, the night sky burning with stars that he had known since his birth. Each constellation and speck he recalled by heart. Something he used to do when in morning for his beloved wife. Damn Jacob. Damn him and his family to hell. He would pay in full for everything he had taken away from him.
"Good to see you're her as well." Came a voice from behind him. Spinning around, Darien saw Jacob, holding Serena from behind. "Darien, what's going on!?" She asked frantically. Darien felt his fangs elongate. "It's alright Serena, I wont let him hurt you again." He said, a burning fire raging through his veins. "Oh, but Serna, how can you be so sure?" Jacob said into her ear. "How can you trust him after he lied to you?" Serena felt tears sting her eyes.
"Serena, don't listen to him. He wants to separate us. That's why he's telling you all of this. He wanted me to turn you, and I refused to do it, so he killed you." He said quickly. Jacob laughed, "Darien hadn't the strength to do the deed, so I took the liberty of making up his mind for him." Jacob sneered, tightening his grip on her as she squirmed.
"You know what he was Serena. He was a vampire and didn't tell you. He was supposed to turn you or kill you. He did neither, so I intervened." "I wouldn't have done either Serena! I didn't tell you because you were with child! I wanted to save the life of our child. Your friends death plagued you and I went to Jacob to tell him to stop. He forced this life on me. You tell her that Jacob, NOW!" he yelled at him.
Jacob chuckled, smirking at the infuriated man. Swaying slowly, as if dancing, Jacob leaned his head into the crook of Serenas neck. "Oh Serena, ..." he whispered to her. Frozen and numb, she whimpered. "This maybe so, but can you blame me? Such a great man deserves to live forever, don't you think?" he asked laughingly.
Serena sniffled, trying to find her voice. "I thought you hated him.." she chocked out. Jacob smiled, and kissed the side of her neck. "I do, but I also love him. He is one of my children, and that means a lot." Serena shivered. "But poor Serena, you just seem to get in the way all the time...."
"Let her go now JACOB!" Darien screamed. "There is no reason to kill her." He growled. Jacob smiled. "I told you Darien, she's the end of us all." Jacob said smoothly. "She's the one who will destroy us."
"Damn it Jacob, you talk in riddles! What the hell are you talking about! She is nothing to anyone except me. That's why you want her! To get to me!"
"No Darien! That was why I killed her in the first place, but now here death has a greater meaning. The meaning of life for us all! She is the key to out demise and now, she will be rid of!"
Screaming, Serena felt strong hands being placed on her head. A strong feeling of Dejavue hitting her. "NO!" Darien screamed, leaping at him.
Hearing his plea, Serena couldn't just let it happen, not again. She couldn't die for an unknown reason again. This would not be her end. Finding her inner strength, Serena elbowed Jacob in the stomach. Of coarse she used all her strength, but to Jacob, it was nothing more then a tap. But at least it was something to draw his attention away from the deed for a split second.
Bending over and out of his grasp, Serena fell away fro him, landing on the ground with a thud. Turning around, she watched as Darien landed on him, growing with carnal hate. The two fought from then on. Howling, tumbling, punching, slashing. And to her disgust, she couldn't make out who was who.
Trying her best to stay out of the way, Serena looked around for some way of escape. "You bastard!" she heard. Spinning around, she saw Darien had the upper hand and had pinned Jacob down. "This is your end!" he yelled.
Jacob only laughed, looking up at Darien with a smug smile on his face. "You're wrong about that, Darien..." From out of nowhere, Jacob produced a long bladed knife in his left hand. "You are my child, I made you and I will destroy you." With saying that, Jacob slashed a long, deep cut over Darien's torso. Howling in pain, Darien collapsed off of him.
Getting to his feet, Jacob stood over his fallen form. A gash on his face, and a stream of blood running down his right arm to puddle on the ground below. "I did not want to kill you Darien, but I will do so if I have to." He said, holding the blade over him. "This will end now. Your reign here will stop and I'll take Serena back with me. I think she'll make a nice piece to collection of women in my harem." he grinned evilly. Darien chocked. The wound seeping too much blood for him to control. "Good bye old friend..." Jacob began, but was suddenly unable to finish.
Feeling a body slam into him, Jacob was jolted out of the way. Is wounds making him lightheaded and unable to react properly. Dropping the knife he stumbled and fell against the wall of the small shack on the roof. Shaking his head to clear his vision, he found Serena, hunched over Darien's body, weeping.
"Darien.." She cried taking his hand. Feeling the stickiness of blood between their meshing palms, "Darien, please, don't go.." She pleaded, watching as a dark puddle formed around him. His face was pale and his lips, moving quietly "...Serena.." he whispered. Serena sobbed, letting tears fall freely down her cheeks, "I don't care Darien. I'm sorry for being so awful. I'm sorry for not trusting you. I don't care what happened in the past.." she chocked out. "I only care, what we have now. I love you, don't go now. I need you....please..." she begged, her vision blurred and her face hot.
Using all the strength he had, Darien reached up and cupped her face between his hands, drawing her closer to his own. "Serena" he said strongly, in a stern yet sweet tone. "I love you too my love....save yourself......in my pocket..." he whispered, a line of blood trailing out of the corner of his mouth.
Whimpering, Serena looked down at his coat. "Your coat pocket?.." she asked while sobbing. Watching him nod his head yes, she reached in and found a blade. Puling it out secretly, she held it out for him to see. "Yes.." he chocked out. "Save yourself my love. Because, ...." He couched suddenly, more blood running down his cheek. "Because....God help me.......I haven't the strength." Crying harder, she leaned down and kissed him on his lips, despite the wetness of his blood.
Dropping his hands from her face, he wrapped a hand around hers that held the blade. Watching her eyes open as she pulled away from the kiss, he smiled weekly. " love you Serena....go,...now....." Crying she knew what she had to do. But she wouldn't let Darien die either. "You stay with me Darien....you are NOT going to die!" she said.
Standing up quickly, she saw Jacob was leaning against the shack. Concealing the weapon up her sleeve, Serena stood there, looking at him with cold eyes. "You're either very brave, or very stupid." Jacob said, regaining his balance and standing away from the support of the wall. "You think you can destroy me!? The head of thousands of years of work and leadership! I thought you'd make a nice little romp in bed, but I suppose I'll have to do away with you as well. " he said stalking up to her. "That pretty little neck of yours, I think, needs an adjustment."
Glancing at Darien's unmoving form, Serena withheld her tears. She'd be strong for him. She'd be the one to finally put a stop to this. Closing her eyes, she felt Jacobs presence approach her, and his hands garb her head painfully. She refused to fight. "Well, I guess you're not as stupid as you seem. You know you can't possibly fight against me. Better you just tale your demise..." he said. "But I would like to see your eyes girl..so do it. OPEN THEM!" he s=commanded. Serena sniffled. "I do not think you'll like what you see." She said, allowing the knife blade to slip out of her sleeve and her hand to grab the hilt.
"Really? Why wouldn't I?" he asked smugly. Gathering up all her courage, Serena opened her eyes to him, staring back at him coldly, a burning vengeance in her heart. "Because, you might just see you reflected fear." She said. Not being able to read her, Jacob didn't know what was happening until he felt cold steel rip through his heart.
Screaming at her, Serena felt him try to move his hands to kill her, but she twisted the knife instead, and dragged it downwards. Watching his face contort into pain and anguish. Finally letting the hilt go, she stepped away from him, numbly watching him sink to his knees while grabbing the daggers handle. "NO!" he yelled, blood pouring from him. The wound was too large, and his body already too weak with fatigue to pull out the knife.
Looking back up at her, He scowled before falling backwards, the sound of his slowly beating heart, dieing in his ears. "You......." he chocked out quietly. "Will be taken care....of....." He forced out, trying in vain to breathe.
Serena shook her head. "And you *have*, been taken care of......" She replied. In one final attempt, Jacob clutched the daggers hilt, howling. "Grrrrrr r..." he tried to speak, but realizing he could no longer, he only pushed the dagger in farther. Screaming into the night a final scream, Jacob let his hands fall away from the hilt. He was dead. After centuries of terrorizing, the evil was finally dead.
Gasping in relief, Serena covered her mouth .The air blowing around her, cold and harsh. "My God.." Whispered to herself, tears clouding her vision. Then looking quickly from Jacob to Darien, she hurried to her loves side.
"Darien? DARIEN!" she screamed at him. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving at all. Placing an ear to his chest, she could still her a feint beating. But it was fading. "Darien! NO!" she begged. Looking round, she had no idea wha to do. Why wasn't he healing himself? What was happening to him? Searching for logic, Serena finally looked down at herself. "Blood" she whispered. She was covered in it. But that wasn't the point. "Blood" she said again. Looking at his mouth, she quickly pushed up her sleeve. "Darien..Darien..please drink." She said, holding her wrist over his mouth. "Darien, come one, stay with me..DRINK!" she demanded. But he wasn't responding.
Crying into the night, Serena screamed. "Damn you DARIEN! You save me from loneliness and pain and protect me, and now you wont even save YOURSELF! You owe it to me to live Darien! G'DAMNIT it! DRINK!" she yelled at him.
Crying, she felt the faintest of movement on her wrist. "Darien...please, try. You have to try.." she said meekly. Feeling teeth graze her skin, Serena sighed a little, hope growing within her. "That's it, come on, stay with me. Drink, please..." she said. Watching his arm pick up slowly from the ground, she smiled faintly as he grabbed onto her wrist and pushed it against his teeth. "That's it.." she said, crying harder still. Feeling his fangs pierce her flesh, Serena closed her eyes. Her blood was merely dripping form her first, but all to soon, she felt strong suction from Darien. Lifting his other arm, he wrapped another hand around her wrist.
Whimpering, Serena began to feel lightheaded. "Yes.." she said, aiding him by pushing her wrist down. "Live for me. Please Darien.." The sky started spinning around her, but she didn't care. All that mattered was Darien stayed with her. "I'm here for..you." she whispered, closing her eyes to stop the spinning. Feeling as if she were about to throw up, Serena let her head fall to his chest. "Stay with me, I love you.." she whispered to him. Trying her best to stay conscious, Serena realized she cold no longer, and with a heavy sigh, fell into blackness.
Hearing the sweetest words he had ever heard, Darien suddenly stopped feeding. Opening his eyes, he saw the nigh sky overhead, and a limp object over his mouth. Picking it up with his hand, he saw a pale wrist marked by his fangs. Trying to sit up, he felt only a slight twinge of pain, but more so, he felt something heavy lying across him. Sitting up quickly, he discovered it was Serena.
Rolling her over onto her back, she layed gently across is lap. "Serena.." He whispered. Picking up her wrist, he realized what he had done. What she had done for him. "Oh my God." He said, scooping her in his arms and holding her limp body close. "Serena, GOD! Serena.." he murmured. "What have you done love....What have you made me do?.." he questioned, tears stinging his eyes. "My Serena.....forgive me...." Resting his head on her shoulder, he wept. "Stay love. Stay......" he begged. "Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."
*
Darien had no clue how long it was before he fell asleep holding her, all he did know was that the only way to keep her with him, was to hang on to her for dear life and pray.
Clutching what he thought to be his love, Darien growled. "Serena.." he murmured in his sleep. "wh...is....wak....is he..." Hearing odd voices around him, Darien turned to his other side, still gripping what he thought was Serena, thought wondering why she was so light.
"Darien!" he heard a strong voice tug at him. "Darien, master.." Came another voice. Groaning, Darien moved again. "Master, wake to us!" Came a stronger, louder voice. Snapping open his eyes, Darien found himself in his chamber underground. Hanging on to a large pillow, which he had through to be his love.
Jolting upright, he looked around. His four friends were surrounding him. "Master, how do you feel." Blinking several times, Darien looked to see it was Jedite talking to him. Staring at him, Darien's thoughts were a mile a minute. What happened?
Flinging the covers off of him, he only slightly realized he was only wearing pants, and all his other clothing had been removed, except for a large bandage that covered his torso. "Master, you must stay in bed." Malichite said, placing hands on Darien's shoulders.
Darien shook his head though, "No, what happened, why am I here, where's Serena..." Saying everything so fast, he only caught one word in his own sentence. "Serena." He said again. Looking up at his friends, he began to panic. "Where is SHE!" he demanded Malichite sighed. "Master, Serena is in good hands. She will be fine. She needs to rest, just as you. Zoicite has taken care of her. He gave her blood." He said.
Stepping up beside Malichite, Zoicite nodded. "She will be fine Master. Don't worry." He said reassuringly. Darien grunted, almost growled, "What 'kind' of blood did you give her?" he demanded. Gulping Zoicite smiled nervously, "Master, none of yours or ours. I promise. A donation from the mortal blood bank within the city. I would have not let her fed from any of us." He said quickly, hoping to diminish his masters anger. "I would not do so either." He said, bowing his head.
Sighing, Darien withdrew his hostility. "And what of Jacob/" he asked, staring at the floor. Taking his hands off of his shoulders, Malichite let out a breath. "Dead Master. It seems that your,..well, Serena, has taken care of him for you." He said, smiling. "he will not bother us any longer. I doubt anyone from the old world will." He said proudly.
Looking back up at him, Darien nodded his head. "So I see. Though it still bothers me why Jacob even wanted her. He told me......." thinking quickly about what Jacob had said about her being the end of the vampire race, he decided not to say too much. "All he said was that it had nothing to do with getting back at me. He had already killed her once to get back at me. He didn't have a need to punish me in such a manor again." Malichite grinned, "Well, do not dwell on it anymore master. Sleep. You desperately need you rest. Both of you." He said.
Nodding, Darien sighed. "Serena isn't awake is she." He asked. Zoicite shook his head. "No, she's still resting." He replied. "But when she does wake, she will need care." Nephlite said. "I think that Master can handle that though." He said, looking at Zoicite. "Yes, I think now that we know Darien is alright, we should take our leave. The sun will rise soon." Jedite said.
Malichite nodded his head in agreement. "Your servants are aware of her, and will aid her if she wakes before you. Do not worry Darien, everything is taken care of Master." Malichite said reassuringly. Huffing, Darien looked over his friends. "You all are truly great. Thank you for everything." He said lying back down. Zoicite smiled, "Thank you master. We will leave you in peace now." He said.
Motioning to the men, Malichite lead them up the spiral steps and out of his chamber. They would return the next night to check on him. Though for now, their own chambers beckoned them. In one day, they would be back.
Closing his eyes, Darien sighed. Sleep plagued him, his body aching. But he didn't care. Serena was alive, and so was he. The threat was gone, and no more complications remained. Despite what anyone thought, he would soon enough make her his wife. He would live as long as she did. And finally, they would be together again. Taking a deep breath, he smiled in to himself. "Serena...." was the last word he muttered before sleeps long fingers curled around him and dragged him under.
*
Not knowing what exactly had woken him, Darien sat up. Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, he looked around the room. Dark and cold, he turned on the light. His head throbbed. "Good Lord." He grumbled, getting out of bed.
Stumbling across the room and up the stairs, he figured if he was going to get out of bed for any reason, it should be for Serena. He needed to see her desperately. Pushing open the door with his shoulder, He walked out of the stairwell and down the hall. His main destination, his main entryway. She would no doubt be in his room upstairs.
Staggering into the foyer, he spotted Molly, dusting. Though he didn't say anything and idly walked by her. Though, he thought he must have looked haggard because when she turned around, she gasped and dropped her feather duster.
Shrugging, he made his way up the stair and to his room. Finding in his bed, the reason for his existence. On her arm was a bandage from where she had received her blood transfusion, and then another bandage was placed on her wrist, where he drank from her. Sighing, he walked to the bed and sat down gently. "My love..." he whispered, picking up her hand and kissing the back of it. "You'll stay with me..." He said, smiling to himself. "You'll be mine forever." Kissing her hand again, he brushed back her hair from her face. "Wake to me when you can. I'll be waiting." He said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Then we'll be together." Sitting back up, he sighed, and placed her hand back down atop the covers gently.
Looking around the room, wondered what time it was. When would his inner circle be returning? Standing up he went to the window and stood in front of the drawn, heavy drapes. Leaning his head against them and closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath. His head pounded, but from what? Opening his eyes again, he stared down at his covered torso. It was bandaged, but why? He had to have stopped bleeding long before. Was the wound that bad? Shifting a little, was about to bring up his hand when the drapes suddenly shifted and a fear overtook Darien.
Gasping, Darien starred wide-eyed at his arm. He was not injured, but that wasn't it. Across it fell a stream of light. Bright light. The sun was shinning on his skin! Leaning his head away from the drapes, they fell back into their original placing, hiding the outside from his vision. Breathing heavily, Darien examined his arm. Not a burn on him.
Stepping away from the window, he grasped a handful of drapes in his left hand and with a tug, drew them back. Squinting, Darien was faced with the bright light of the sun shinning down on him. Groaning, Darien sank to his knees, but not in pain. He hadn't seen the sun in centuries, and his eyes failed him.
Hearing a shifting sound behind him, He looked back. "Darien.." Came a meek voice from the bed. Not getting up, Darien swallowed hard. "yes, I' here love." He said, looking down at his body, bathed in the light of the morning sun. "Are you alright?" she asked.
Looking back towards the bed, Darien sighed and stood up, turning his back to the window. "Are you hurt, are you ok?" she asked again. Smirking at himself, Darien touched his chest as if it wasn't his own body. "Yes, love." He said, a smile spreading across his features.
"I am alive."
The end.
**************************************************************************** *** Oh no! Has It ended, or do you want more? Lol, I'm seriously not trying to be cocky, but I'm so happy it's finished! Woo, Woo! Err, hmm, that's the thing though,...... have I finished? Epilogue or no? I'm thinking yes, cause I have a good idea in mind. But you tell me. Give me some feed back:- D Any whoo, I hope you enjoyed. Um, I hope it's not too much to ask, um, read a review please? Lol, this chapter was a kicker for me. Sorry it took so long to update Ok, ok, enough talking! See you guys online! Ciao for now-Twigs
The cold of the interior of the car chilled her, and Dave's constant silence was deafening. She could almost see the rage radiating off of him. Clasping her hands together, she looked around her. Tears stinging her eyes and her thoughts floating away from her. 'Why was he doing this? Why did he hate her so suddenly?' "Dave, please don't..." "Shut up Serena. I don't want to hear YOUR VOICE!" he yelled at her. Gulping Serena wanted to sob, but refused to do so. "NO!" she yelled back, unlatching her seatbelt and scooting up. "You try my patience Serena." He snarled, tightening his hands on the wheel. "Well you have it coming! Why are you doing this to me Dave!? What have I ever done to you!? Tell me DAMN IT!" she screamed.
Suddenly gagging, Serena soon found herself in a very dangerous position. Dave had turned around quickly, tightening a hand around her neck, while his other held wheel steady.
Sharp red eyes tore into hers, and Serena chocked for breath, trying in vain to pry his hand from around her neck. Digging her fingers into his cold flesh. "Serena, you are the bane of our existence. I hate you because you are one to be hated. Darien loves you so much, he doesn't see that you're a threat. You're the problem!" Serenas head swam. She was beginning to feel light headed. Making a wheezing sound, Serena shook her head only slightly, "Wh....." she gurgled out. "Darien loves you Serena. He'll always love you, and you are human. You are a mortal, and you will be the one who destroys us all." He seethed.
Vision clouding, Serena felt the thud of her heart in her chest. "This is the only way we'll ever survive." Looking into his eyes a final time, Serena saw a pang of sympathy and then, nothing.
*
Stepping into the dank warehouse, Darien looked around the darkness, seeing everything clearly as day. Well, almost anyway. His vision scrutinizing every crate and barrel, he spread out his senses. He knew he was there somewhere. He had to be. Jacob was not the kind of person to ever be late for a meeting, let alone skip out on one.
Though Darien was more concerned about why he had picked such a horrible place to meet. The docks were defiantly not a wise one. Especially when there was such a risk of interference. Because unlike the mortal world, solitude didn't mean peace, but more or less death. Because when there was too much solitude, there was always someone there.
"You made it, I am pleased." Came a deep voice from somewhere. Darien didn't flinch, he had expected Jacob to make him feel uncomfortable. "I'm ecstatic that I make you so happy Jacob." Came his cold reply.
Out from the shadows Jacob strolled. A smirk on his face and hands clasped behind his back. "I didn't presume anything less from you Darien." He said. Darien cocked his head to one side. "Really?"
Smirking, Jacob walked closer to him. "You could have been great Darien, instead of being the damned black sheep of the family." He said coolly. Darien grinned, "We all choose our own path." He replied. "So it seems." Jacob seemed to calm for comfort. "Though I would like to inquire Jacob, about this evening." Darien spoke firmly then.
Jacob smiled. "Inquire about what?" Growling, Darien approached closer to him. "About your little run in with Serena!" he yelled. Listening as his voice echoed through the metal plated warehouse. Jacob nodded, "So what, what about our conversation are you displeased with?" Darien sneered, "You lied to HER!" "I told her the TRUTH!" Jacob yelled back. "I told her what you would not. I told her about how you knew about me and the vampire family all along! I told her about your fascination with us and you wanting to become one. I told her about how you came to me when her friend died, asking me to stop my kills and I went against you! I spoke of when you were turned and even of our prowls together."
Darien took a step back. "That's right Darien. I told her about how you killed and hunted, and how you enjoyed it. I told her the truth!" he yelled. "and you would have her to believe otherwise, you fool." Darien barred his fangs. "You killed her Jacob! You killed her for no reason! You destroyed my only happiness! I told you I would take care of things. I told you that I would handle her and the child. But you took things too far! She died by your hands before I could fix nothing!" he screamed. Taking a deep breath Jacob clasped his hands together in front of him. "We wanted results Darien. You had been given a months time to make her aware of you being. But you failed." He said.
Darien growled again, "She was with child, MY CHILD WOULD HAVE DIED HAD I DONE WHAT YOU ASKED!" "And the child did die did it not!" Hearing Jacob say that, Darien suddenly snapped and launched himself at him. Pouncing on him, Jacob fell backwards and onto his back, only to Catapult Darin over him.
Jumping back to his feet, Jacob swirled around to face Darien, but was only to be granted with empty space. Suddenly laughing methodically, Jacob spun around quickly. "DARIEN! You FOOL!" he yelled into the night. "You mock me Darien. These tricks are but the knowledge of a student. A pupil. I am the master, and you will learn your rightful lesson this time!" he called.
Darien, who was perched onto of a large stack of crates, concealed himself well against the dark shadows. Keeping his movement to none. "Master, Jacob?" he said sternly. "Master you call yourself? You were a monster and still are. You kill and enjoy It." He growled. Jacob laughed again. "*I* kill and *I* enjoy it? Please Darien, it is WHO I AM!" he bellowed, stretching and holding out is arms. "This is what I am. A killer! I am a killer, and so are you! You deny it!." "I DENY NOTHING!" Darien yelled. "Ahh but you do. You deny your roots. You deny the one who has made you." "I deny evil." Darien spat back.
Sighing, Jacob dropped his hands to his side. "So instead, you decide on the lesser evil." He said, grinning to himself. "You take Serena on as yours when you know full well she'll hurt you more than I ever could, because she will die. And you, you Darien, will live on forever." Shaking his head, Darien held back his rage. "You made me into what I am. You gave me no choice." He said. Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Oh, but you did want it. You wanted to be turned Darien, I know It." He said. Darien laughed. "You knew it? YOU KNEW IT!? You knew nothing. You decided for me!" "Were you complaining after your first kill Darien!" Jacob screamed at him. "What mortal vein within you cried out for humanities sake, and beckoned you to stop ehh!? What within you yelled and pleaded? What was it!" he asked. "You enjoyed it Darien, I know you enjoyed the hunt at one time. Answer me Lord Darien. Tell me." He prodded. Gritting his teeth, Darien let his chin fall to his chest.
"You Jacob, you turned me against my will, I was undecided that night. You admit that first. You admit that you made up my mind for me, and turned me because you wished it. You admit that now!" Hearing the words echo down the long stretch of the metal building, Jacob groaned. "Oh Darien you dramatic beast! Yes! Yes, I did take your decision into my hands alright! I turned you without your full consent, but you tell me now, did you or did you not bask in the delight of those kills!"
"YES!" Darien said, leaping from the crates and pouncing on Jacob. Struggling against each other the men fought. Sometimes Darien acquired the upper hand, sometimes Jacob, but both were in it for the kill. "You say how much you loved it!" Jacob yelled, pinning Darien on his back, a strong hand clamped around his throat. "Yes!" Darien yelled at him, "Yes, I admit I enjoyed those kills. I was sick and depraved and I enjoyed them!" Smiling, Jacob chuckled. "Good..." He said, before Darien suddenly pushed him off of him. Jacob flying backwards and into a stacking of barrels.
Getting up, Darien walked to where Jacob landed, surprised he was still there. "I was a depraved and sick man Jacob. It was only the knowledge that I needed the blood to live that stopped me from taking my own life. I was sick after every kill. Sick with remorse. In your eyes, of coarse I enjoyed it. What else would you believe? A vampire against his instincts? You Jacob, are the fool. You were so shallow to believe that I needed the thrill of a hunt, so you thought me a good pupil. But you were wrong. I learned a few of my own tricks, and I have survived just as well and healthier then you. You carry the weight of the dead on your back. All those people you killed are stacked upon your heart, and so you haven't one anymore." Jacob scowled. "I am my own master. I answer to no one, and it eats at you. Everyday I know you ponder over me, that's why you send your spies. The ones you think I have no clue about. I am the thorn in you side..." Darien said acidly, eyes darkening with hate.
Placing a hand on a barrel for leverage, Jacob slowly stood up, regained his balance, and looked just and poised as ever. As if the scuffle had never taken place. "You do know of my spies then...." he said indignantly. "Then I believe you are the one who's the fool." Darien felt a chill run through him. "Was that a look of fright I just see float across your eyes Darien? Could it be that you precious peril, your, 'lesser evil', is in danger?" Darien growled.
"Hmm, well, well, I do believe you would be correct in assuming such a thing. After all, why else would I seem so confident?" Jacob asked. "Why else would I have let you beat me?" Darien was prepared to lash out against him again, but his better judgment got to him. "What have you done with her?" Darien asked.
Jacob smiled, "Nothing yet.." "WHY DO YOU WANT HER?! IT'S ME YOU WANT DAMN IT!" he yelled. Jacob chuckled. "You may be the thorn in my side Darien.." He said, walking up to him, "But if you are the thorn in my side, then Serena is the Dagger in the chest of the vampire race." Darien growled. "Serena is the tool by which I will die, if I am not careful. And I cannot have that, now can I?" he said.
Darien didn't understand a word Jacob was speaking about. What about Serena? Why was she such a threat? "You will learn in time Darien...." Jacob said, suddenly turning around and walking off into the darkness. "That is, if you can keep up."
*
Groaning in her sleep, Serena screamed, sitting up before the hands in her dream circled around her neck. Gasping, Serena clutched her throat, praying that everything was just a dream and nothing more. But to her disappointment, she woke to find everything was far too real. Looking around the small room where she guessed she had been placed, Serena began to weep. She had been lying on the floor, disregarded as if she were a piece garbage.
The cement beneath her was cold and the only door that led out was made of iron, or so it looked like it was. Crawling backwards, she felt the cement wall make contact with her back, and slowly brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She was cold, alone, frightened, and Darien had no clue. For all she knew, he was still out roaming the streets looking for the bastard who was responsible for all of this. But sadly, he didn't know that, that bastard was Dave. Of all people, how could it be him? Darien's first in command? He trusted him so much, how could he do it?
Feeling a tear roll down her cheek, She sniffled to herself. "Darien, what is happening?...." she chocked out before her sobs overcame her and she buried her face in her hands.
"Quiet in there!" came a gruff voice. One she didn't recognize. But Serena didn't stop. "I said quiet!" Suddenly ceasing her whimpering, Serena stared at the door, and out of the small grated square hole at the top. "Hello?" she spoke softly. She heard a rustle, but no response. "Hello?" she said again. "Oh will you shut up. I told you to be quiet, and you'll do it too!" the voice commanded. But that's when Serena slowly realized that the voice was far too meek to be that of a vampires. Vampires had deeper voices, more masculine and heavy, with a touch of obnoxiousness in the tone.
Standing up, Serena walked to the door, and stood on her tip toes to look out. "Um, hello? Please, please, could you help e? Please?" she asked. Hearing footsteps walk to the door, she was suddenly met with brown eyes. "You're supposed o remain quiet at all times. Don't you dare make me come in there." Mentally applauding herself for knowing it wasn't a vampire, Serena felt herself gain a little hope. Vampires were very intelligent, but mortals that worked for vampires were very stupid. "I'm sorry." She said meekly, not really knowing where she was going with the whole conversation. "But I was just wondering where I am..." she said, biting her thumbnail in eagerness. The man sighed, "We're not supposed to be talking to you." He said briskly, before turning on his heel and walking down the corridor. "No, WAIT!" she yelled to him. But she didn't hear his pace slow or stop. "Wait, I need to speak with you about something uh.." Serena racked her brain for something, "Something, something uh....personal!" she yelled at him.
Hearing the word 'Personal' escape her lips, the man stopped. Turning around in the hallway, he looked at the cell he knew she was in. "Personal? What do you mean by personal?" he asked her. Pacing in her cell, Serena started snapping her fingers quietly, "uh..." she stumbled over the answer,..." Well, well it's embarrassing...." She said, trying to buy time. What was she aiming to do exactly? "Embarrassing?" she heard him say.
Hearing his footsteps travel back down the hall, Serena rolled her eyes. 'This guy's a pervert' she thought. But then it hit her. Like a smack in the face, it hit her! "uh...." looking around, she saw no weapon she could use. The room was bare.
Sensing him looking through the square whole, Serena turned around to see him. "Oh, hi." She said smiling sweetly, if not nervously. "I'm sorry, but I think I injured myself." She said. He eyed her up and down. "Really?" he inquired after a moment. "How?" he asked.
Serena smiled again, "Well, I think when he dropped me in here I hurt myself. Though I guess this is my punishment for being a...." rolling her eyes around the room, and idea suddenly hit her. "For being a bad girl...." she said, walking up to the door, and batting her eyes.
The man smirked. "A bad girl ehh?" he asked. "Yes, don't you know why I'm in here?" she asked. Praying that he wouldn't know, Serena shivered waiting for an answer. Though she didn't have to wait too long before he shook his head no. "Oh!" she said, laughing a little, "I see, well, do you uh...." leaning her face as close as she could to his, she licked her lips. "Do you uh, wanna know how bad?" she asked.
Smiling, the man nodded slightly before he shook his head and backed away. "You're trying to get me in trouble Miss." He said. Cursing herself, Serena wasn't ready to give up yet. "Oh, but I don't mean to." She said.
Watching him pace a little, she noticed he wasn't to intent on going anywhere. "You know..." He finally said after a while. "If you have a medical emergency, it could be dangerous." He said. Walking back up to the door, He peered at her. Serena shook, "Um, yes, I am hurt after all. In um, my thigh. On my inner thigh." She said, giving him a shaky wink. 'When did I become 007?' she thought.
Seeing his eyes squint , Serena knew he was smiling, and then heard the jingle of keys outside the cell door. 'Yes!' she cried mentally. Though at the same time she wanted to cry. How was she going pull this off? Watching as the door slowly opened, Serna held her breath as she finally got a good look at the man. He was thin and wore a turtleneck sweater and jeans. Definitely a little vampire helper. But he had no weapon on him. Or did he? laughing, Serena backed up a little.
"So, tell me where it hurts." He said, trying to be a smooth as he possibly could. Though doing a seriously bad job. Looking to her right and left, Serena felt her back press up against the wall. "Um, right...." But she wasn't able to finish, because before she knew it, she was pinned and was being kissed, rather fiercely, by the stranger. Her mind reeling, she tried to think, but it was hard with the guy being so forceful. Trying to scream, Serena felt his tongue penetrate her defenses and slip into her mouth. Wanting to gag, she did the only thing she could think of. She bit him, hard.
Hearing him yell, she quickly picked up her right knee, and hit him square between the legs. Hearing him gasp, she felt his body lift off hers and watched as he fell to the ground, crumpled and gasping for breath. Huffing in shock, Serena spit a little blood out of her mouth. She really had bitten him. Looking at the open doorway though suddenly had her mind thinking on a different level. Back on track, she bolted out the doorway and into the corridor. Not knowing where she was going, but pretty sure anywhere was better then where she was.
Running down halls and past many rooms, she finally came to a stairwell. Slowing her breathing and slowly ascending them, Serena hoped to God that she'd be safe and that wherever she was going was the way to get out. Though she seriously doubted it would be that easy.
Taking each step one at a time, she was able to make it to the top where a door awaited her. Afraid to open it too much, but still too frightened to stay there any longer, Serena turned the knob of the heavy wooden door and peered outside as it opened inch by inch. Seeing a very elaborate room on the other side, and hearing no voices, Serena sighed and became a bit braver. Opening the door all the way, she entered the room and shut it behind her. Immediately looking to see if there was any place where she was capable of hiding.
Scanning the room, she noticed it looked much like Darien's home. In the refined sense. Though the mere air around her seemed to shimmer with something dark. A feeling of heavy oppressiveness that made her shiver. Was this where Jacob lived? It was hard to say. It was defiantly where someone lived. Dave maybe?
Sudden thoughts of Dave and his hands around her neck made her close her eyes. She didn't want to think about it. He had done the most unthinkable thing imaginable. He had turned on Darien. And by what she saw that one night outside her apartment, there was only one way to deal with traitors.
Walking around the chairs of the sitting room, Serena made an attempt to take in the detail. Details would surely hold something about the owner. Though it was hard to tell the exact color of everything around her. The dim lights and deep colors blended to well. Though she was quite sure that it was purples and blues. Royal, rich, deep color that she was accustomed to seeing in grand houses now.
Hearing a muffle of voices coming from somewhere, Serena quickly searched the room for someplace to hide. Someone was drawing nearer, and she had to be out of sight. Looking at a large sofa, Serna realized it had tall wooden legs that held it up. Deciding it was just as good a place as any, she dodged under the sofa. Squeezing her body underneath just as she heard a door open and close. Two people had entered the room.
"You've done quite well." Came a deep voice. Rolling her eyes, Serena didn't know of a vampire without a macho voice. "Though you still disappoint me David." Serenas eye went wide at the mention of the name.
"Please master, tell me what I've done to displease you." Came Dave's shaky voice. A totally different tone then what he had before.
"David, you've let this go on for way too long. Serena should have been dealt with long ago. You know that. She's a menace to us, and the longer you waited, the more involved she became. You create more work for me." Feeling a presence above her, Serena realized that this person was now sitting on the seat above her. "David, You've let me down. What happened to you plan that one night? You were supposed to have Kidnapped the girl, and you end up with her friend? You drew suspicion on yourself."
"No master, Darien had no clue I had anything to d with that. It was a slight mistake made by the followers. Humans are quite unreliable." He said, trying to place the blame.
A laughed echoed about the room. "So you left the job to them if you knew they were unreliable!?" "Master, I beg you." Serena watched as Dave took a knee in front of the couch, in front of the person sitting there. Who by now she figured had to be Jacob. "It was a mistake. Her friend walked outside when I was sure she was going to. The followers had no idea what Serena looked like, so they jumped her. Though we took care of the problem and left her there to be found." "That is not the point Dave." Came Jacobs smooth reply.
"From that point on Serena would be better guarded. People just don't hit their head and end up twelve feet from where they fell." Jacob replied acidly. "And now you kidnap Serena in a totally inappropriate manor. Directly from the car? I told you to wait for orders. I had not even planned on you doing the deed. You were supposed to supervise. You are a loose cannon David."
Serena felt a chill run down her spine. "You are no child of mine." Hearing a slashing sound, Serena froze as she saw something red drip to the carpet, followed by a severed head. Mouth open in a silent scream, Serena began to back away from Dave's face.
Eyes wide with fear, Serena began sliding away until she realized she had scooted back so much that she was no longer under the couch. Looking up with a pale face, she saw Jacob standing over her. "So good to see you're still here. Though you seem to have a problem with being where you're not wanted." Screaming in terror, she felt herself being hauled up to her feet, "Shh my sweet. There's someone here who' dieing to see you."
*
Growling with frustration, Darien stood on the roof of a large manor. He had followed Jacob across town and through long twisting roads. Now where was he? One he had made it to the roof, via the fire escape on the side of the house, Darien was now at a loss. Serena was somewhere in the house below, and his senses were unable to find her. The wind carried too much away from him.
Above his head, the sky was clear, the night sky burning with stars that he had known since his birth. Each constellation and speck he recalled by heart. Something he used to do when in morning for his beloved wife. Damn Jacob. Damn him and his family to hell. He would pay in full for everything he had taken away from him.
"Good to see you're her as well." Came a voice from behind him. Spinning around, Darien saw Jacob, holding Serena from behind. "Darien, what's going on!?" She asked frantically. Darien felt his fangs elongate. "It's alright Serena, I wont let him hurt you again." He said, a burning fire raging through his veins. "Oh, but Serna, how can you be so sure?" Jacob said into her ear. "How can you trust him after he lied to you?" Serena felt tears sting her eyes.
"Serena, don't listen to him. He wants to separate us. That's why he's telling you all of this. He wanted me to turn you, and I refused to do it, so he killed you." He said quickly. Jacob laughed, "Darien hadn't the strength to do the deed, so I took the liberty of making up his mind for him." Jacob sneered, tightening his grip on her as she squirmed.
"You know what he was Serena. He was a vampire and didn't tell you. He was supposed to turn you or kill you. He did neither, so I intervened." "I wouldn't have done either Serena! I didn't tell you because you were with child! I wanted to save the life of our child. Your friends death plagued you and I went to Jacob to tell him to stop. He forced this life on me. You tell her that Jacob, NOW!" he yelled at him.
Jacob chuckled, smirking at the infuriated man. Swaying slowly, as if dancing, Jacob leaned his head into the crook of Serenas neck. "Oh Serena, ..." he whispered to her. Frozen and numb, she whimpered. "This maybe so, but can you blame me? Such a great man deserves to live forever, don't you think?" he asked laughingly.
Serena sniffled, trying to find her voice. "I thought you hated him.." she chocked out. Jacob smiled, and kissed the side of her neck. "I do, but I also love him. He is one of my children, and that means a lot." Serena shivered. "But poor Serena, you just seem to get in the way all the time...."
"Let her go now JACOB!" Darien screamed. "There is no reason to kill her." He growled. Jacob smiled. "I told you Darien, she's the end of us all." Jacob said smoothly. "She's the one who will destroy us."
"Damn it Jacob, you talk in riddles! What the hell are you talking about! She is nothing to anyone except me. That's why you want her! To get to me!"
"No Darien! That was why I killed her in the first place, but now here death has a greater meaning. The meaning of life for us all! She is the key to out demise and now, she will be rid of!"
Screaming, Serena felt strong hands being placed on her head. A strong feeling of Dejavue hitting her. "NO!" Darien screamed, leaping at him.
Hearing his plea, Serena couldn't just let it happen, not again. She couldn't die for an unknown reason again. This would not be her end. Finding her inner strength, Serena elbowed Jacob in the stomach. Of coarse she used all her strength, but to Jacob, it was nothing more then a tap. But at least it was something to draw his attention away from the deed for a split second.
Bending over and out of his grasp, Serena fell away fro him, landing on the ground with a thud. Turning around, she watched as Darien landed on him, growing with carnal hate. The two fought from then on. Howling, tumbling, punching, slashing. And to her disgust, she couldn't make out who was who.
Trying her best to stay out of the way, Serena looked around for some way of escape. "You bastard!" she heard. Spinning around, she saw Darien had the upper hand and had pinned Jacob down. "This is your end!" he yelled.
Jacob only laughed, looking up at Darien with a smug smile on his face. "You're wrong about that, Darien..." From out of nowhere, Jacob produced a long bladed knife in his left hand. "You are my child, I made you and I will destroy you." With saying that, Jacob slashed a long, deep cut over Darien's torso. Howling in pain, Darien collapsed off of him.
Getting to his feet, Jacob stood over his fallen form. A gash on his face, and a stream of blood running down his right arm to puddle on the ground below. "I did not want to kill you Darien, but I will do so if I have to." He said, holding the blade over him. "This will end now. Your reign here will stop and I'll take Serena back with me. I think she'll make a nice piece to collection of women in my harem." he grinned evilly. Darien chocked. The wound seeping too much blood for him to control. "Good bye old friend..." Jacob began, but was suddenly unable to finish.
Feeling a body slam into him, Jacob was jolted out of the way. Is wounds making him lightheaded and unable to react properly. Dropping the knife he stumbled and fell against the wall of the small shack on the roof. Shaking his head to clear his vision, he found Serena, hunched over Darien's body, weeping.
"Darien.." She cried taking his hand. Feeling the stickiness of blood between their meshing palms, "Darien, please, don't go.." She pleaded, watching as a dark puddle formed around him. His face was pale and his lips, moving quietly "...Serena.." he whispered. Serena sobbed, letting tears fall freely down her cheeks, "I don't care Darien. I'm sorry for being so awful. I'm sorry for not trusting you. I don't care what happened in the past.." she chocked out. "I only care, what we have now. I love you, don't go now. I need you....please..." she begged, her vision blurred and her face hot.
Using all the strength he had, Darien reached up and cupped her face between his hands, drawing her closer to his own. "Serena" he said strongly, in a stern yet sweet tone. "I love you too my love....save yourself......in my pocket..." he whispered, a line of blood trailing out of the corner of his mouth.
Whimpering, Serena looked down at his coat. "Your coat pocket?.." she asked while sobbing. Watching him nod his head yes, she reached in and found a blade. Puling it out secretly, she held it out for him to see. "Yes.." he chocked out. "Save yourself my love. Because, ...." He couched suddenly, more blood running down his cheek. "Because....God help me.......I haven't the strength." Crying harder, she leaned down and kissed him on his lips, despite the wetness of his blood.
Dropping his hands from her face, he wrapped a hand around hers that held the blade. Watching her eyes open as she pulled away from the kiss, he smiled weekly. " love you Serena....go,...now....." Crying she knew what she had to do. But she wouldn't let Darien die either. "You stay with me Darien....you are NOT going to die!" she said.
Standing up quickly, she saw Jacob was leaning against the shack. Concealing the weapon up her sleeve, Serena stood there, looking at him with cold eyes. "You're either very brave, or very stupid." Jacob said, regaining his balance and standing away from the support of the wall. "You think you can destroy me!? The head of thousands of years of work and leadership! I thought you'd make a nice little romp in bed, but I suppose I'll have to do away with you as well. " he said stalking up to her. "That pretty little neck of yours, I think, needs an adjustment."
Glancing at Darien's unmoving form, Serena withheld her tears. She'd be strong for him. She'd be the one to finally put a stop to this. Closing her eyes, she felt Jacobs presence approach her, and his hands garb her head painfully. She refused to fight. "Well, I guess you're not as stupid as you seem. You know you can't possibly fight against me. Better you just tale your demise..." he said. "But I would like to see your eyes girl..so do it. OPEN THEM!" he s=commanded. Serena sniffled. "I do not think you'll like what you see." She said, allowing the knife blade to slip out of her sleeve and her hand to grab the hilt.
"Really? Why wouldn't I?" he asked smugly. Gathering up all her courage, Serena opened her eyes to him, staring back at him coldly, a burning vengeance in her heart. "Because, you might just see you reflected fear." She said. Not being able to read her, Jacob didn't know what was happening until he felt cold steel rip through his heart.
Screaming at her, Serena felt him try to move his hands to kill her, but she twisted the knife instead, and dragged it downwards. Watching his face contort into pain and anguish. Finally letting the hilt go, she stepped away from him, numbly watching him sink to his knees while grabbing the daggers handle. "NO!" he yelled, blood pouring from him. The wound was too large, and his body already too weak with fatigue to pull out the knife.
Looking back up at her, He scowled before falling backwards, the sound of his slowly beating heart, dieing in his ears. "You......." he chocked out quietly. "Will be taken care....of....." He forced out, trying in vain to breathe.
Serena shook her head. "And you *have*, been taken care of......" She replied. In one final attempt, Jacob clutched the daggers hilt, howling. "Grrrrrr r..." he tried to speak, but realizing he could no longer, he only pushed the dagger in farther. Screaming into the night a final scream, Jacob let his hands fall away from the hilt. He was dead. After centuries of terrorizing, the evil was finally dead.
Gasping in relief, Serena covered her mouth .The air blowing around her, cold and harsh. "My God.." Whispered to herself, tears clouding her vision. Then looking quickly from Jacob to Darien, she hurried to her loves side.
"Darien? DARIEN!" she screamed at him. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving at all. Placing an ear to his chest, she could still her a feint beating. But it was fading. "Darien! NO!" she begged. Looking round, she had no idea wha to do. Why wasn't he healing himself? What was happening to him? Searching for logic, Serena finally looked down at herself. "Blood" she whispered. She was covered in it. But that wasn't the point. "Blood" she said again. Looking at his mouth, she quickly pushed up her sleeve. "Darien..Darien..please drink." She said, holding her wrist over his mouth. "Darien, come one, stay with me..DRINK!" she demanded. But he wasn't responding.
Crying into the night, Serena screamed. "Damn you DARIEN! You save me from loneliness and pain and protect me, and now you wont even save YOURSELF! You owe it to me to live Darien! G'DAMNIT it! DRINK!" she yelled at him.
Crying, she felt the faintest of movement on her wrist. "Darien...please, try. You have to try.." she said meekly. Feeling teeth graze her skin, Serena sighed a little, hope growing within her. "That's it, come on, stay with me. Drink, please..." she said. Watching his arm pick up slowly from the ground, she smiled faintly as he grabbed onto her wrist and pushed it against his teeth. "That's it.." she said, crying harder still. Feeling his fangs pierce her flesh, Serena closed her eyes. Her blood was merely dripping form her first, but all to soon, she felt strong suction from Darien. Lifting his other arm, he wrapped another hand around her wrist.
Whimpering, Serena began to feel lightheaded. "Yes.." she said, aiding him by pushing her wrist down. "Live for me. Please Darien.." The sky started spinning around her, but she didn't care. All that mattered was Darien stayed with her. "I'm here for..you." she whispered, closing her eyes to stop the spinning. Feeling as if she were about to throw up, Serena let her head fall to his chest. "Stay with me, I love you.." she whispered to him. Trying her best to stay conscious, Serena realized she cold no longer, and with a heavy sigh, fell into blackness.
Hearing the sweetest words he had ever heard, Darien suddenly stopped feeding. Opening his eyes, he saw the nigh sky overhead, and a limp object over his mouth. Picking it up with his hand, he saw a pale wrist marked by his fangs. Trying to sit up, he felt only a slight twinge of pain, but more so, he felt something heavy lying across him. Sitting up quickly, he discovered it was Serena.
Rolling her over onto her back, she layed gently across is lap. "Serena.." He whispered. Picking up her wrist, he realized what he had done. What she had done for him. "Oh my God." He said, scooping her in his arms and holding her limp body close. "Serena, GOD! Serena.." he murmured. "What have you done love....What have you made me do?.." he questioned, tears stinging his eyes. "My Serena.....forgive me...." Resting his head on her shoulder, he wept. "Stay love. Stay......" he begged. "Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."
*
Darien had no clue how long it was before he fell asleep holding her, all he did know was that the only way to keep her with him, was to hang on to her for dear life and pray.
Clutching what he thought to be his love, Darien growled. "Serena.." he murmured in his sleep. "wh...is....wak....is he..." Hearing odd voices around him, Darien turned to his other side, still gripping what he thought was Serena, thought wondering why she was so light.
"Darien!" he heard a strong voice tug at him. "Darien, master.." Came another voice. Groaning, Darien moved again. "Master, wake to us!" Came a stronger, louder voice. Snapping open his eyes, Darien found himself in his chamber underground. Hanging on to a large pillow, which he had through to be his love.
Jolting upright, he looked around. His four friends were surrounding him. "Master, how do you feel." Blinking several times, Darien looked to see it was Jedite talking to him. Staring at him, Darien's thoughts were a mile a minute. What happened?
Flinging the covers off of him, he only slightly realized he was only wearing pants, and all his other clothing had been removed, except for a large bandage that covered his torso. "Master, you must stay in bed." Malichite said, placing hands on Darien's shoulders.
Darien shook his head though, "No, what happened, why am I here, where's Serena..." Saying everything so fast, he only caught one word in his own sentence. "Serena." He said again. Looking up at his friends, he began to panic. "Where is SHE!" he demanded Malichite sighed. "Master, Serena is in good hands. She will be fine. She needs to rest, just as you. Zoicite has taken care of her. He gave her blood." He said.
Stepping up beside Malichite, Zoicite nodded. "She will be fine Master. Don't worry." He said reassuringly. Darien grunted, almost growled, "What 'kind' of blood did you give her?" he demanded. Gulping Zoicite smiled nervously, "Master, none of yours or ours. I promise. A donation from the mortal blood bank within the city. I would have not let her fed from any of us." He said quickly, hoping to diminish his masters anger. "I would not do so either." He said, bowing his head.
Sighing, Darien withdrew his hostility. "And what of Jacob/" he asked, staring at the floor. Taking his hands off of his shoulders, Malichite let out a breath. "Dead Master. It seems that your,..well, Serena, has taken care of him for you." He said, smiling. "he will not bother us any longer. I doubt anyone from the old world will." He said proudly.
Looking back up at him, Darien nodded his head. "So I see. Though it still bothers me why Jacob even wanted her. He told me......." thinking quickly about what Jacob had said about her being the end of the vampire race, he decided not to say too much. "All he said was that it had nothing to do with getting back at me. He had already killed her once to get back at me. He didn't have a need to punish me in such a manor again." Malichite grinned, "Well, do not dwell on it anymore master. Sleep. You desperately need you rest. Both of you." He said.
Nodding, Darien sighed. "Serena isn't awake is she." He asked. Zoicite shook his head. "No, she's still resting." He replied. "But when she does wake, she will need care." Nephlite said. "I think that Master can handle that though." He said, looking at Zoicite. "Yes, I think now that we know Darien is alright, we should take our leave. The sun will rise soon." Jedite said.
Malichite nodded his head in agreement. "Your servants are aware of her, and will aid her if she wakes before you. Do not worry Darien, everything is taken care of Master." Malichite said reassuringly. Huffing, Darien looked over his friends. "You all are truly great. Thank you for everything." He said lying back down. Zoicite smiled, "Thank you master. We will leave you in peace now." He said.
Motioning to the men, Malichite lead them up the spiral steps and out of his chamber. They would return the next night to check on him. Though for now, their own chambers beckoned them. In one day, they would be back.
Closing his eyes, Darien sighed. Sleep plagued him, his body aching. But he didn't care. Serena was alive, and so was he. The threat was gone, and no more complications remained. Despite what anyone thought, he would soon enough make her his wife. He would live as long as she did. And finally, they would be together again. Taking a deep breath, he smiled in to himself. "Serena...." was the last word he muttered before sleeps long fingers curled around him and dragged him under.
*
Not knowing what exactly had woken him, Darien sat up. Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, he looked around the room. Dark and cold, he turned on the light. His head throbbed. "Good Lord." He grumbled, getting out of bed.
Stumbling across the room and up the stairs, he figured if he was going to get out of bed for any reason, it should be for Serena. He needed to see her desperately. Pushing open the door with his shoulder, He walked out of the stairwell and down the hall. His main destination, his main entryway. She would no doubt be in his room upstairs.
Staggering into the foyer, he spotted Molly, dusting. Though he didn't say anything and idly walked by her. Though, he thought he must have looked haggard because when she turned around, she gasped and dropped her feather duster.
Shrugging, he made his way up the stair and to his room. Finding in his bed, the reason for his existence. On her arm was a bandage from where she had received her blood transfusion, and then another bandage was placed on her wrist, where he drank from her. Sighing, he walked to the bed and sat down gently. "My love..." he whispered, picking up her hand and kissing the back of it. "You'll stay with me..." He said, smiling to himself. "You'll be mine forever." Kissing her hand again, he brushed back her hair from her face. "Wake to me when you can. I'll be waiting." He said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Then we'll be together." Sitting back up, he sighed, and placed her hand back down atop the covers gently.
Looking around the room, wondered what time it was. When would his inner circle be returning? Standing up he went to the window and stood in front of the drawn, heavy drapes. Leaning his head against them and closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath. His head pounded, but from what? Opening his eyes again, he stared down at his covered torso. It was bandaged, but why? He had to have stopped bleeding long before. Was the wound that bad? Shifting a little, was about to bring up his hand when the drapes suddenly shifted and a fear overtook Darien.
Gasping, Darien starred wide-eyed at his arm. He was not injured, but that wasn't it. Across it fell a stream of light. Bright light. The sun was shinning on his skin! Leaning his head away from the drapes, they fell back into their original placing, hiding the outside from his vision. Breathing heavily, Darien examined his arm. Not a burn on him.
Stepping away from the window, he grasped a handful of drapes in his left hand and with a tug, drew them back. Squinting, Darien was faced with the bright light of the sun shinning down on him. Groaning, Darien sank to his knees, but not in pain. He hadn't seen the sun in centuries, and his eyes failed him.
Hearing a shifting sound behind him, He looked back. "Darien.." Came a meek voice from the bed. Not getting up, Darien swallowed hard. "yes, I' here love." He said, looking down at his body, bathed in the light of the morning sun. "Are you alright?" she asked.
Looking back towards the bed, Darien sighed and stood up, turning his back to the window. "Are you hurt, are you ok?" she asked again. Smirking at himself, Darien touched his chest as if it wasn't his own body. "Yes, love." He said, a smile spreading across his features.
"I am alive."
The end.
**************************************************************************** *** Oh no! Has It ended, or do you want more? Lol, I'm seriously not trying to be cocky, but I'm so happy it's finished! Woo, Woo! Err, hmm, that's the thing though,...... have I finished? Epilogue or no? I'm thinking yes, cause I have a good idea in mind. But you tell me. Give me some feed back:- D Any whoo, I hope you enjoyed. Um, I hope it's not too much to ask, um, read a review please? Lol, this chapter was a kicker for me. Sorry it took so long to update Ok, ok, enough talking! See you guys online! Ciao for now-Twigs