1 month later.
Serena sighed as she dug the remaining paint out from under her fingernails with a cloth. The painting she had been working on was nearly completed, and amazingly so. Being that her life seemed more then unmanageable when she had first began it. But since that huge, week long turning point in her life had ended, things had calmed down more then she imagined. It was almost as if nothing had happened, although the mere room that she was in reminded her that it certainly had. Looking about the foyer, she smiled. She was home.
She was finally where she belonged. "Serena." Came a voice from the entryway. Turning around she saw Zoicite walking towards her. Smiling at him, she suddenly turned back around and covered her painting with the tarp she had handy, throwing down the towel in the process.
"Ahh, still allowing no one to see it ehh?" he asked. Serena shrugged, "Well, when you're an artist, you tend to be more critical on yourself then others." She said. Zoicite just smiled, "Well I suppose that must go for all those who are specialist in their field. Being that these results from Darien's blood tests are too critical, in my book, for me to look at." He said while pulling a long white envelope from the inside of his coat, and handing it to her.
Raising an eyebrow, Serena quickly tore into the letter. Darien's condition seemed stable enough, but how had it happened? One minute he was a vampire, then the next, he was mortal? It didn't make sense. Getting the paper unfolded, Serena read over the information, but suddenly stopped when she realized she had no idea what it all meant. DNA results, tests, charts, what'd it add up to?
Grunting, Serena gazed back up at Zoicite, "Lamens terms if you don't mind." She said meagerly, a bit embarrassed that she had no idea what it meant. Zoicite sighed and took back the information. Taking a seat on one of the plush couches, he read over all of it again. "Basically Serena, Darien is a fine specimen of the 'mortal' race." He said, folding it back up and looking at her. Serena shook her head, "Yeah, but why? Is it temporary? Why is he suddenly not a vampire?" she asked, taking a seat in front of him.
"I believe the answer doesn't lye in Darien as much as it does in you." He said, putting the paper back into his pocket. "What?" she asked. Zoicite leaned forward a bit, "Serena, Darien's mutated cells have 'mutated' back to normal. Your blood transfer to him, somehow, turned him mortal again." He said, though sounding a bit angry. Serena pursed her lips, her brows furrowed, "How could 'I' have done that?" she questioned.
Sighing Zoicite leaned back, and placed his right ankle on his left knee, "Truth be told Serena, I don't know. There's something about your blood, particularly, being his antidote. Obviously there is a way to become a vampire, you have to drink blood. So, there has to be an antidote for it as well. If the cause resides in blood, why shouldn't the cure as well?" Biting her lower lip, Serena ran her fingers through her hair. "So, Darien is human now. He's not a vampire, and never will be again then." She said, staring off into space. Zoicite nodded, "Yes, he is mortal, and unless he finds another vampire to turn him, he wont be one of us again."
Hearing the words 'one of us', Serena turned her gaze to look right into Zoicite's eyes. "Zoicite, are you angry about all of this?" she asked carefully. His eyes spoke volumes, but Serena just couldn't make out his emotions. "I'm not sure Serena." He responded a little dryly. "I'm really not. The new world has just lost its leader, but what's worse is that it's to the mortal world. It would be different had he died. But what are we to do now?" he asked. Serena frowned a little. She couldn't feel sorry for the way things had turned out. She had Darien with her now, and he wouldn't lead an unnaturally long life. They'd be together for as long as possible. "What about his abilities Zoicite." She asked randomly. "You say he's not longer a vampire, but his telepathy, his strength, even his healing abilities aren't anything like a humans. He's just as strong, but able to walk in sunlight and not survive off blood. How do you explain that?"
Gazing into the fire for a moment, he shrugged. "I can't. Though I don't doubt this is what Jacob meant when he said you'd be the end to the vampire race." He said. Gaping quietly at his response, Serena shivered. It had been an accident when she had told him that. But he swore to keep the secret just between them. "How so?" she asked. Zoicite grinned oddly, "He had to have know Serena." He said. "He had to have known. That's why he wanted you dead. He knew you'd turn Darien eventually and then he would have both the will and the way to avenge everything that Jacob had done to him." Serena laughed sarcastically, "Killing Jacob is hardly killing the vampire race." She said.
Zoicite nodded, "True, but to Jacob, if he died, that would mean the end. He felt he was the race itself. He was very selfish. That and very dramatic. He probably said that to give more of a reason to kill you." Serena groaned, "Well, he's dead and gone now. He wont bother us any more." Serena said firmly. Zoicite raised an eyebrow, "Don't be too sure." He said. Rolling her eyes, Serena suddenly froze, "What?" she asked, eyes wide in shock. Zoicite took a breath, "Serena, Jacob had a brother. Though I don't think he's much of a worry, just know that there are always seconds in command. If anyone from the old family decides Jacob needs avenging, they'll be sure to do it." He said.
Serenas brow was suddenly creased with worry. "I'm sorry Serena. I didn't mean to frighten you, I just don't want you to be unaware." He said. Serena nodded, "Yeah sure." She replied, her mind lost in thought.
Grinning, Zoicite looked at his watch. "Well, I think I should start getting my things together. The lab he has is a mess with clutter now." Standing up, he began to walk out of the room when Serena hurriedly got to her feet. "Wait, Zoicite!" she said running to him. Stopping, he looked back at her. "Yes?" he asked patiently.
Serena wore a large smile on her face. "I'm his antidote right? Well, shouldn't I be everyone's then?" she asked. "I mean, isn't there some way I can cure all of you? I mean, what've we got to loose right?" grinning reassuringly, Serena nodded her head to press the issue. But to no avail. Zoicite's eyes suddenly became half hooded and his stance seemed to be one of withheld contempt. "Serena, let me put this to you in a way you'll be able to understand." He said, smiling a little for her comfort.
"Darien, and you, are perfect for each other. In more then just one way. Physically, you are his antidote, but sadly, you are no one else's." he said, cupping her face with a hand. "You and Darien, are right for each other, and you have brought him back from the dead. And tragically, you can not do the same for any of the rest of us."
Looking at him through mournful eyes, Serena sighed, feeling his had drop away from her face. "As much as I will miss him being around for centuries, this is what he wants, and this is what's best for the both of you. He was conned out of happiness in a past life, there is no reason he should be conned out happiness in this one." Giving a vague smile, Serena averted her gaze to the floor, sensing Zoicite slowly depart from the room.
"I'm sorry I can't be more help Zoicite." She whispered to him. "You must miss you old life terribly." She said, looking up at his retreating back. When suddenly, he stopped, and smiled sadly to himself. "I do, sometimes." He admitted. "But then, I think of all I have enjoyed over the years. Friends who became family. And I realize that I wouldn't trade it for the old, even if I had the chance. Though I must say it is lonely, I can deal with that." He said, glancing over his shoulder at her. "is it really that lonely?" she questioned haphazardly. Zoicite only chuckled. "Sometimes. Other times no. Love helps a lot Serena, and luckily, Darien has you. As I've said before." Straightening his shoulders, Zoicite looked forward again. "But now, back to the lab. I have a mess to clean up that I'm sure Darien wont be too appreciative of."
Laughing a little at the thought of Darien getting mad over a messy lab, Serena sighed, and hardly flinched as she saw Zoicite practically disappear before her. Spending time with so many 'creatures of the night' gave her quite an adaptation to their skills. And all too soon, she found herself no longer jumping when she would find either Jedite or Zoicite seemingly appear from nowhere to stand behind her. As a matter of fact, it almost became like a game with them. They'd try to sneak in on her, but she always managed to determine who was who before they scared her with quick cliché phrases like 'Boo' and what not.
Turning back around to her painting, Serena was about to throw the tarp off to see if it needed any touch ups, when an empty can of paint thinner caught her eyes. Groaning, Serena shook the tin quickly before throwing it down on the small cork table next to the easel. Now she had to trek upstairs to obtain more, and just the thought of having to climb then for the sixth time that night, due to her lack of skill for remembering where she left things, the idea didn't seem too pleasing.
Picking the carelessly thrown towel up off the floor, Serena sighed as she busied herself with removing paint stains from her thumb and forefinger, while walking up the stairs. "Need an elevator." She grumbled as she turned down the hallway.
Though not paying too much attention as she continued down it. Turning another corner, a light hearted giggle reached her ears and she looked up to see Ami, the sweet little maid, caught up in the arms of Zoicite. Though definitely not protesting one bit against him. Arms were locked around his neck as he held her up, and against the wall. His face buried in her neck and roaming hands moving up and down her body.
Gasping, Serena ducked back into the hallway from whence she just turned, and leaned her back against the wall. "Something the matter?" came a quick deep voice. Thoroughly jumping out of her skin, Serena turned and faced a smirking Darien, whom she began to swat at with her hand towel. Though this did no good on her part, for all he did was catch her hands and sweep her into her arms. "Darien! Don't do that!" she said breathlessly, truly frightened to death. Darien just laughed. "I'm sorry love." He said, kissing her forehead, then her temple, then her cheek. "Darien, wait, would you stop and look down the hallway a minute." She said trying to stop his onslaught of affection. Chuckling he turned with her still caught in his arms, and peeked down the hallway, to be greeted with the site of Zoicite and Ami.
Smiling devilishly, he turned back his full attention on Serena. "Hmm, care to try that?" he asked, leaning his face closer to hers. Serena rolled her eyes a little and laughed. "Darien, come on now, is he doing what I think he's doing?" she asked. Darien growled, "And what do you think he's doing? Drinking her blood?" he asked nonchalantly. Serena grumbled. "Maybe." She said.
Darien laughed. "Well, no, he's not. Zoicite and Ami have been together quite a while. That's the reason I asked her to work here. So she could be closer to him. He's had his eye on her since she was 16 you know." Darien said. Serenas jaw dropped. "Darien, 16 years old!" she said abashed.
Darien only smiled, "My dear, Zoicite was only 20 when he was turned. So it's not so bad." He said. Serena just sighed. "Oh whatever you vamp." She said laughing. Darien growled. "I know I'm a vamp, but I'm your vamp love." He said, kissing her sweetly on her lips. But bfore she got too caught up in the moment, Serena stopped and pushed away from him. "Oh, I have something hat I want you to see!"
Taking him by the hand, Serena lead Darien down the stairs and into the foyer. "Ahh, your painting. The one you let no one see. You're unveiling it to me now finally?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist. Serena smiled, "Yes, well, no. I mean, it's not quiet finished, and the paint still ahs to dry some." She began nervously. But a chuckling Darien soon silenced her with a gentle finger over her lips. "Shh love. You're beginning to sound the way you do when you talk to your mother over the phone." He said grinning. Serena smirked and removed his finger from her lips. "Yeah, well you try talking to an irate woman about how you're engaged." She said. Darien's amused smile widened. "Speaking of engaged." He said, picking up her left hand. "Where is your ring?" he asked, brushing his thumb over her bare ring finger. She shivered. "Well, I didn't want to get paint on it...."
"Where is it?" he asked again firmly, but sweetly. Serena grunted and produced the band of white gold from her jeans pocket. The princess cut diamond sparkle brilliantly in the firelight. Accented by two smaller ones on each side. "Ahh, there it is." He said, taking it from her and gently sliding it back onto its proper finger. "I'd love for you to wear it more. But it seems your work has been keeping it from accompanying your beautiful hand." He said, kissing the back of hers. Serena giggled a bit. "Well, such is the life of an artist." She said. Darien smirked. "Yes, well, I still want you to wear it at school. I don't want any college boys thinking they can steal you away from Me." He said. Serena rolled her eyes. "yeah, yeah Mr. Paranoid." She said ,sliding from his protective embrace, and striding to stand beside her easel. "Well, ok, now on to the big moment." She said happily. Darien smiled, 'Alright then, go to it love." He motioned with his hand for her to remove the tarp, and that she did.
Gripping it and throwing it to the floor, she watched Darien's face as it turned from amused, to what she guessed was stunned. She often had a hard time telling peoples facial expressions when she showed them her work, but she was getting a little better at it. "Well what do you think?" she asked, returning to stand in front of her painting with him.
Smiling broadly, Serena was hardly embarrassed to let him see it. Because this one was different. "Serena." He said. placing an arm around her waist. "It's beautiful love." Kissing her temple, he turned her chin towards him. "How ever did you get the idea for it?" he asked.
Smiling, Serena looked back at it. It was a picture if a little girl sitting on the ground, carrying a doll. The background was a textured red, almost the colors of the surrounding walls, and the girl had the biggest blue eyes anyone had ever seen. Not to mention the most familiar smile. Smiling, Serena looked back up at him. He was starring at the painting with such intentment, it was amazing. "Oh, I sort of dreamed it up." She said, carefully moving his hand from her waist, and guiding it to the small swell of her lower stomach.
Looking back at her, Darien saw where his hand was, and the shock written clearly on his face was refreshing. For the first time, she was ale to actually surprise him. "Serena.." He said looking into her eyes. "Are you....are we going have..." Silencing him with a finger, Serena smiled happily, nodding her head. "Merry early Christmas Darien." She said.
**************************************************************************** *** Oh wow. It's done! Wow, finally, it was a short chapter, but it is completed! *doing the happy dance* Ok, ok, so what did you think? Sad that it's over? I know, but hey, infinity is a long while and I just don't have the time. Lol. Anyway, sorry it took so long to update. I've been trying to work on that. And btw, my thoughts on a sequel have not ceased. I'm still thinking about it. Any whoo, please read and review. It's much appreciated. Well, for now, I must say Ciao! Catch you guys online!-Twigs
Serena sighed as she dug the remaining paint out from under her fingernails with a cloth. The painting she had been working on was nearly completed, and amazingly so. Being that her life seemed more then unmanageable when she had first began it. But since that huge, week long turning point in her life had ended, things had calmed down more then she imagined. It was almost as if nothing had happened, although the mere room that she was in reminded her that it certainly had. Looking about the foyer, she smiled. She was home.
She was finally where she belonged. "Serena." Came a voice from the entryway. Turning around she saw Zoicite walking towards her. Smiling at him, she suddenly turned back around and covered her painting with the tarp she had handy, throwing down the towel in the process.
"Ahh, still allowing no one to see it ehh?" he asked. Serena shrugged, "Well, when you're an artist, you tend to be more critical on yourself then others." She said. Zoicite just smiled, "Well I suppose that must go for all those who are specialist in their field. Being that these results from Darien's blood tests are too critical, in my book, for me to look at." He said while pulling a long white envelope from the inside of his coat, and handing it to her.
Raising an eyebrow, Serena quickly tore into the letter. Darien's condition seemed stable enough, but how had it happened? One minute he was a vampire, then the next, he was mortal? It didn't make sense. Getting the paper unfolded, Serena read over the information, but suddenly stopped when she realized she had no idea what it all meant. DNA results, tests, charts, what'd it add up to?
Grunting, Serena gazed back up at Zoicite, "Lamens terms if you don't mind." She said meagerly, a bit embarrassed that she had no idea what it meant. Zoicite sighed and took back the information. Taking a seat on one of the plush couches, he read over all of it again. "Basically Serena, Darien is a fine specimen of the 'mortal' race." He said, folding it back up and looking at her. Serena shook her head, "Yeah, but why? Is it temporary? Why is he suddenly not a vampire?" she asked, taking a seat in front of him.
"I believe the answer doesn't lye in Darien as much as it does in you." He said, putting the paper back into his pocket. "What?" she asked. Zoicite leaned forward a bit, "Serena, Darien's mutated cells have 'mutated' back to normal. Your blood transfer to him, somehow, turned him mortal again." He said, though sounding a bit angry. Serena pursed her lips, her brows furrowed, "How could 'I' have done that?" she questioned.
Sighing Zoicite leaned back, and placed his right ankle on his left knee, "Truth be told Serena, I don't know. There's something about your blood, particularly, being his antidote. Obviously there is a way to become a vampire, you have to drink blood. So, there has to be an antidote for it as well. If the cause resides in blood, why shouldn't the cure as well?" Biting her lower lip, Serena ran her fingers through her hair. "So, Darien is human now. He's not a vampire, and never will be again then." She said, staring off into space. Zoicite nodded, "Yes, he is mortal, and unless he finds another vampire to turn him, he wont be one of us again."
Hearing the words 'one of us', Serena turned her gaze to look right into Zoicite's eyes. "Zoicite, are you angry about all of this?" she asked carefully. His eyes spoke volumes, but Serena just couldn't make out his emotions. "I'm not sure Serena." He responded a little dryly. "I'm really not. The new world has just lost its leader, but what's worse is that it's to the mortal world. It would be different had he died. But what are we to do now?" he asked. Serena frowned a little. She couldn't feel sorry for the way things had turned out. She had Darien with her now, and he wouldn't lead an unnaturally long life. They'd be together for as long as possible. "What about his abilities Zoicite." She asked randomly. "You say he's not longer a vampire, but his telepathy, his strength, even his healing abilities aren't anything like a humans. He's just as strong, but able to walk in sunlight and not survive off blood. How do you explain that?"
Gazing into the fire for a moment, he shrugged. "I can't. Though I don't doubt this is what Jacob meant when he said you'd be the end to the vampire race." He said. Gaping quietly at his response, Serena shivered. It had been an accident when she had told him that. But he swore to keep the secret just between them. "How so?" she asked. Zoicite grinned oddly, "He had to have know Serena." He said. "He had to have known. That's why he wanted you dead. He knew you'd turn Darien eventually and then he would have both the will and the way to avenge everything that Jacob had done to him." Serena laughed sarcastically, "Killing Jacob is hardly killing the vampire race." She said.
Zoicite nodded, "True, but to Jacob, if he died, that would mean the end. He felt he was the race itself. He was very selfish. That and very dramatic. He probably said that to give more of a reason to kill you." Serena groaned, "Well, he's dead and gone now. He wont bother us any more." Serena said firmly. Zoicite raised an eyebrow, "Don't be too sure." He said. Rolling her eyes, Serena suddenly froze, "What?" she asked, eyes wide in shock. Zoicite took a breath, "Serena, Jacob had a brother. Though I don't think he's much of a worry, just know that there are always seconds in command. If anyone from the old family decides Jacob needs avenging, they'll be sure to do it." He said.
Serenas brow was suddenly creased with worry. "I'm sorry Serena. I didn't mean to frighten you, I just don't want you to be unaware." He said. Serena nodded, "Yeah sure." She replied, her mind lost in thought.
Grinning, Zoicite looked at his watch. "Well, I think I should start getting my things together. The lab he has is a mess with clutter now." Standing up, he began to walk out of the room when Serena hurriedly got to her feet. "Wait, Zoicite!" she said running to him. Stopping, he looked back at her. "Yes?" he asked patiently.
Serena wore a large smile on her face. "I'm his antidote right? Well, shouldn't I be everyone's then?" she asked. "I mean, isn't there some way I can cure all of you? I mean, what've we got to loose right?" grinning reassuringly, Serena nodded her head to press the issue. But to no avail. Zoicite's eyes suddenly became half hooded and his stance seemed to be one of withheld contempt. "Serena, let me put this to you in a way you'll be able to understand." He said, smiling a little for her comfort.
"Darien, and you, are perfect for each other. In more then just one way. Physically, you are his antidote, but sadly, you are no one else's." he said, cupping her face with a hand. "You and Darien, are right for each other, and you have brought him back from the dead. And tragically, you can not do the same for any of the rest of us."
Looking at him through mournful eyes, Serena sighed, feeling his had drop away from her face. "As much as I will miss him being around for centuries, this is what he wants, and this is what's best for the both of you. He was conned out of happiness in a past life, there is no reason he should be conned out happiness in this one." Giving a vague smile, Serena averted her gaze to the floor, sensing Zoicite slowly depart from the room.
"I'm sorry I can't be more help Zoicite." She whispered to him. "You must miss you old life terribly." She said, looking up at his retreating back. When suddenly, he stopped, and smiled sadly to himself. "I do, sometimes." He admitted. "But then, I think of all I have enjoyed over the years. Friends who became family. And I realize that I wouldn't trade it for the old, even if I had the chance. Though I must say it is lonely, I can deal with that." He said, glancing over his shoulder at her. "is it really that lonely?" she questioned haphazardly. Zoicite only chuckled. "Sometimes. Other times no. Love helps a lot Serena, and luckily, Darien has you. As I've said before." Straightening his shoulders, Zoicite looked forward again. "But now, back to the lab. I have a mess to clean up that I'm sure Darien wont be too appreciative of."
Laughing a little at the thought of Darien getting mad over a messy lab, Serena sighed, and hardly flinched as she saw Zoicite practically disappear before her. Spending time with so many 'creatures of the night' gave her quite an adaptation to their skills. And all too soon, she found herself no longer jumping when she would find either Jedite or Zoicite seemingly appear from nowhere to stand behind her. As a matter of fact, it almost became like a game with them. They'd try to sneak in on her, but she always managed to determine who was who before they scared her with quick cliché phrases like 'Boo' and what not.
Turning back around to her painting, Serena was about to throw the tarp off to see if it needed any touch ups, when an empty can of paint thinner caught her eyes. Groaning, Serena shook the tin quickly before throwing it down on the small cork table next to the easel. Now she had to trek upstairs to obtain more, and just the thought of having to climb then for the sixth time that night, due to her lack of skill for remembering where she left things, the idea didn't seem too pleasing.
Picking the carelessly thrown towel up off the floor, Serena sighed as she busied herself with removing paint stains from her thumb and forefinger, while walking up the stairs. "Need an elevator." She grumbled as she turned down the hallway.
Though not paying too much attention as she continued down it. Turning another corner, a light hearted giggle reached her ears and she looked up to see Ami, the sweet little maid, caught up in the arms of Zoicite. Though definitely not protesting one bit against him. Arms were locked around his neck as he held her up, and against the wall. His face buried in her neck and roaming hands moving up and down her body.
Gasping, Serena ducked back into the hallway from whence she just turned, and leaned her back against the wall. "Something the matter?" came a quick deep voice. Thoroughly jumping out of her skin, Serena turned and faced a smirking Darien, whom she began to swat at with her hand towel. Though this did no good on her part, for all he did was catch her hands and sweep her into her arms. "Darien! Don't do that!" she said breathlessly, truly frightened to death. Darien just laughed. "I'm sorry love." He said, kissing her forehead, then her temple, then her cheek. "Darien, wait, would you stop and look down the hallway a minute." She said trying to stop his onslaught of affection. Chuckling he turned with her still caught in his arms, and peeked down the hallway, to be greeted with the site of Zoicite and Ami.
Smiling devilishly, he turned back his full attention on Serena. "Hmm, care to try that?" he asked, leaning his face closer to hers. Serena rolled her eyes a little and laughed. "Darien, come on now, is he doing what I think he's doing?" she asked. Darien growled, "And what do you think he's doing? Drinking her blood?" he asked nonchalantly. Serena grumbled. "Maybe." She said.
Darien laughed. "Well, no, he's not. Zoicite and Ami have been together quite a while. That's the reason I asked her to work here. So she could be closer to him. He's had his eye on her since she was 16 you know." Darien said. Serenas jaw dropped. "Darien, 16 years old!" she said abashed.
Darien only smiled, "My dear, Zoicite was only 20 when he was turned. So it's not so bad." He said. Serena just sighed. "Oh whatever you vamp." She said laughing. Darien growled. "I know I'm a vamp, but I'm your vamp love." He said, kissing her sweetly on her lips. But bfore she got too caught up in the moment, Serena stopped and pushed away from him. "Oh, I have something hat I want you to see!"
Taking him by the hand, Serena lead Darien down the stairs and into the foyer. "Ahh, your painting. The one you let no one see. You're unveiling it to me now finally?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist. Serena smiled, "Yes, well, no. I mean, it's not quiet finished, and the paint still ahs to dry some." She began nervously. But a chuckling Darien soon silenced her with a gentle finger over her lips. "Shh love. You're beginning to sound the way you do when you talk to your mother over the phone." He said grinning. Serena smirked and removed his finger from her lips. "Yeah, well you try talking to an irate woman about how you're engaged." She said. Darien's amused smile widened. "Speaking of engaged." He said, picking up her left hand. "Where is your ring?" he asked, brushing his thumb over her bare ring finger. She shivered. "Well, I didn't want to get paint on it...."
"Where is it?" he asked again firmly, but sweetly. Serena grunted and produced the band of white gold from her jeans pocket. The princess cut diamond sparkle brilliantly in the firelight. Accented by two smaller ones on each side. "Ahh, there it is." He said, taking it from her and gently sliding it back onto its proper finger. "I'd love for you to wear it more. But it seems your work has been keeping it from accompanying your beautiful hand." He said, kissing the back of hers. Serena giggled a bit. "Well, such is the life of an artist." She said. Darien smirked. "Yes, well, I still want you to wear it at school. I don't want any college boys thinking they can steal you away from Me." He said. Serena rolled her eyes. "yeah, yeah Mr. Paranoid." She said ,sliding from his protective embrace, and striding to stand beside her easel. "Well, ok, now on to the big moment." She said happily. Darien smiled, 'Alright then, go to it love." He motioned with his hand for her to remove the tarp, and that she did.
Gripping it and throwing it to the floor, she watched Darien's face as it turned from amused, to what she guessed was stunned. She often had a hard time telling peoples facial expressions when she showed them her work, but she was getting a little better at it. "Well what do you think?" she asked, returning to stand in front of her painting with him.
Smiling broadly, Serena was hardly embarrassed to let him see it. Because this one was different. "Serena." He said. placing an arm around her waist. "It's beautiful love." Kissing her temple, he turned her chin towards him. "How ever did you get the idea for it?" he asked.
Smiling, Serena looked back at it. It was a picture if a little girl sitting on the ground, carrying a doll. The background was a textured red, almost the colors of the surrounding walls, and the girl had the biggest blue eyes anyone had ever seen. Not to mention the most familiar smile. Smiling, Serena looked back up at him. He was starring at the painting with such intentment, it was amazing. "Oh, I sort of dreamed it up." She said, carefully moving his hand from her waist, and guiding it to the small swell of her lower stomach.
Looking back at her, Darien saw where his hand was, and the shock written clearly on his face was refreshing. For the first time, she was ale to actually surprise him. "Serena.." He said looking into her eyes. "Are you....are we going have..." Silencing him with a finger, Serena smiled happily, nodding her head. "Merry early Christmas Darien." She said.
**************************************************************************** *** Oh wow. It's done! Wow, finally, it was a short chapter, but it is completed! *doing the happy dance* Ok, ok, so what did you think? Sad that it's over? I know, but hey, infinity is a long while and I just don't have the time. Lol. Anyway, sorry it took so long to update. I've been trying to work on that. And btw, my thoughts on a sequel have not ceased. I'm still thinking about it. Any whoo, please read and review. It's much appreciated. Well, for now, I must say Ciao! Catch you guys online!-Twigs