Darien smiled as he stepped into Serena's home. This girl had just
unknowingly invited a vampire into her home. Poor poor Serena, what a fun
game I'll play with her. She already looks at me with stars in her eyes,
oh yes I'll follow her around, see what she likes, and then I'll make her
love me.
"This is a really nice place you have here. You must like to
decorate; my apartment doesn't have nearly as much personality in it as
yours does. It doesn't really have a homey feeling to it." Darien sighed
sadly as he said this. It was true, any place he lived never really felt
like a home. How could it? No one and nothing loved him, and wasn't it
the love that made a place a home?
"It's alright I suppose," Serena sadly looked around her home, "its
not as nice as my old house use to be."
"What do you mean?" Darien looked at his new prey, why was it that
she got so sad when she looked around her apartment, did she have bad
memories here? Maybe he could get her to trust him, that would really make
this game fun.
"I.um. I use to live in a nice house with my parents, but I.um. it's
not possible anymore." One silent tear trickled down Serena's face as she
said this. Then quickly she changed the subject, "So Darien, do you like
coffee?"
"Sure." No actually I never drink anything but blood. Then again
you cried just now, letting me know that your parents are obviously your
weakness, so I guess you deserve a treat.
Serena walked towards the kitchen where a pot of coffee was already
done being made, having been forgotten after Peter's little visit. She
silently hoped it wasn't cold as she reached for two white mugs out of her
cabinet and began pouring coffee for herself and Darien.
"Do you like anything in your coffee?"
Blood would be nice, preferably yours, "No I um. I drink mine black."
At least I do today, and any other time I'm forced to drink coffee with
you during this game.
Serena handed him his cup. "How odd, I would figure you for a person
with a little bit of a sweet tooth."
What did she mean by that remark? "Sometimes perhaps, but today I'm
not feeling like my normal self."
Serena and Darien quietly chatted for some time after that,
discussing movies, music, the weather, and all sorts of other things.
They're conversation never seemed to get the awkward pause in it as it
continued on into the night. Finally Serena glanced at her clock.
"Oh my goodness its almost 2:00 AM!"
"Really?" Darien hadn't realized how much time had gone by. He had
been enjoying his conversation with this girl, but now it seemed he was
going to be leaving. He very well couldn't be here till sunrise. "I guess
I really should be going. I'll see you around Serena."
Serena started to walk Darien to the door of her apartment. "Yea,
I'll see you around," she slowly opened the door and watched him step
outside, "Goodnight Darien."
"Good night Serena."
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"Phew!" Serena sighed as she closed the door to her apartment behind
Darien. Had they really been talking for hours? He seemed so nice; she
had to see him again soon. He said he lived in her building so she'd
probable see him more often now, she's notice him unlike before. This was
perfect, now she's have a reason to where all her beautiful new clothes.
Slowly she walked back towards the table to clean up the mugs and
cookies that they had just finished. Serena then noticed the rose that was
still sitting on her table, she completely forgotten it during their
conversation. Quickly she grabbed up the rose and put it in water. She
then brought it back out and sat it in the middle of her table. How odd,
the little rose looked as if it had always been there.
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Darien went down to the front desk to see a sleeping man sitting
there. As gently as possible he called to the man, so as to wake him up,
but not startle him into screaming. He hated screaming, it reminded him of
his past victims, the ones who knew they were going to die. Those same
ones knew they were not ready.
"Sir," Darien called a finally time, waking the man at last, " I'm
sorry if I disturbed you, but I was just stopping by after I'd finished my
work and I was wondering about getting an apartment in this complex."
"Oh its not a problem at all." He leaned down to a drawer on his
side of the desk and pulled out a stack of papers. "Just fill out these
forms and call the number on that card for an appointment to speak with the
man who handles these things."
"Thank you for all your help."
He didn't know why he was being so nice to this man. It was as if he
had a reason to be, dare he say happy? That couldn't be it though, not he,
he was one of the damned, one who walks the night, and drinks blood of the
living, surly he was damned too to never be happy. Wasn't he though?
Wasn't that part of the curse that had befallen him more then 200 years
ago?
Whatever the reason for this mood, he was going to enjoy it. After
all it was time for him to go out and get his dinner, the taste of that
wretched coffee was still in his mouth.
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Serena awoke the next morning to the sound of knocking at her door.
Groggily she got out of her bed and grumbled some choice words about who
ever it was waking her up this early in the morning on a Saturday. As she
pulled on her robe and opened the door she was immediately surprised by
what she saw.
A man was standing before her with a vase of a dozen white roses. He
smiled sweetly and handed the arrangement to her. Then with a lift of his
had he was gone.
'Who on earth would be sending me roses?'
Serena walked to her dining room table and slowly put the roses down.
The then took her one rose from the night before and took it into the
kitchen to be placed on the breakfast nook table. Then upon returning she
lifted the card out of her roses to see whom it was from.
"419 @ 8 o'clock. Please come.
Sincerely,
Darien"
Serena smiled widely as she bent down to smell the roses. Darien
wanted her to have dinner with him tonight at his apartment. She'd be
damned before missing it.
