4 Things I Hate About You

(Chapter 7)

By: Lady of Silver

Lady_of_Silver@usagiandmamoru.com

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The three weeks that went by were three weeks of misery for

Serenity. Her head hurt, her throat was burned and scratchy, and

her body ached all over. She recovered and was soon able to

trade insults with Darien again and run around the house and its

large grounds. Although she hadn't been here but only a few

times before they were married, she was determined to know the

grounds like the back of her hand. She never really realized

that Darien seemed to follow her when she went about in the late

morning or early afternoon. He was always there watching her.

One night, when they were sitting in the library/den, they heard

the sound of horses hooves aproaching. It was just after dark,

about eight o'clock or so. Serenity looked up from her book, and

Darien rose from his chair. Going to the window he pulled back

the dark green velvet curtains. His eyes narrowed and when

Serenity came beside him, he closed the curtains.

"What's going on?" she asked, parting the curtains slightly.

He pulled her away from the window and out of the room.

"Serenity, I want you to go upstairs." he said as he led her

towards the staircase. She tugged on his arm, whose hand held

her elbow tightly.

"B-but why? Are we having some guests?" she asked puzzled. He

turned to her, fire in his eyes.

"Not the kind of guests I want you to be around. Go upstairs

and up to bed." he scooted her up the stairs.

"B-but.." she stuttered.

"Go!" he gave her one last scoot, before finally sweeping her

into his arms and carrying her up the staircase, taking the

steps three at a time.



'I wonder what he's so nervous about.' Serenity's thoughts

drifted back to the past week, when the same episode had

occured. He had rushed her up to their room, and locked her in,

much to her surprise. This time though, he tossed her onto the

bed, and ran out of the room, locking the door behind himself.

She rolled onto her back and sighed, stretching out over the

bed. She heard the front door open, and a few laughs. None of

which, she recognized, belonged to Darien. She fiddled with her

hair for awhile, thinking about Darien.



"I've been so terrible to him. I always catch him looking at

me weirdly at dinner. It's like he's-"she stopped herself before

she could finish.



Suddenly, she had an idea. Pulling out a hair pen, she crept

quietly to the door, and began to pick the lock. After about ten

minutes, she succeeded in unlocking it. The latch clicked, and

she eased the door open, silently slipping out into the hall.

Stepping as lightly as possible, she avoided the creaky

floorboards and the slid slowly down the banister of the stairs,

for they groaned when stepped on most of the time. Soundlessly,

she aproached the sitting room, and peeked in from behind the

entry-way curtains. Two men sat, lounging on the sofas. She

released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her

throat closed up as she examined their attire. They both wore

all black, except for one thing. On their arms, they bore the

same blue scarf that Robert had once wore. Darien seemed to be

deep in thought as the two carried on about something. Serenity

smoothed out her skirt and walked into the room. Darien's head

shot up at the sound of her shoe heels tapping the wood

flooring. His stormy blue eyes sent warning of the fury that was

later to come toward her, but she ignored it.



"Darien, I didn't know you were having guests." she smiled

uneasily at the two men. They looked rather shocked by her

presence.

"Endymoin, you're going soft on us?" asked one, a queer look

on his face. Serenity was confused. She sent a questioning look

towards Darien. He shook his head.

"Jason, Marc, I'd like you to meet Serenity,"he wrapped an

arm around Serenity's waist,"my wife."

"A wife?! Now I know why you haven't been down to Mary's

lately." remarked the other. Serenity's back stiffened. "So, he

was with another woman before he was chained to me" she felt a

sinking feeling in her stomache, but forced herself to keep a

strong front.

"It's nice to meet you gentlemen." she held out her hand.

They tried to kiss her hand, but she only grasped then released

theirs.

"How about you go up to bed Serenity. It's late." Darien

suggested.

"Nonsense. We have guests." she gave him a cold smile, then

turned it into sunshine as she directed it towards the two men.

"Would you like something to eat gentlemen?" she asked. They

nodded.

"Yes ma'am." came their reply.

"Well,just follow me then." she said and swept off toward

the kitchen. Darien could only stare, dumbfounded, as the two

men followed.

"You sure did catch a good one." came one's remark.

"What a woman." The other's was in a whisper. Darien trailed

behind silently. They entered the kitchen and Darien looked

awed. She moved around the kitchen as if she had worked in it

all her life. He hadn't known she'd ever set foot in it. After

sucessfully fixed the men their plates, she looked toward

Darien.

"I'm not hungry." he replied.

"Alright." was her response. "Let me know if you men need

anything else." she added before leaving. After she had exited

the room, she started toward the stairs, but changed her mind

and went into the den to read. The vent in there connected it

with the sitting room, so when the men returned, she could hear

their conversation. She closed the door softly behind herself,

and picked up her book she had been reading earlier. Settling

down in the chair that was next to the vent,she turned on a

small desklight, and began to read. About ten minutes later the

mens boots and low voices could be heard. She listened

carefully.

"Endymoin, you have a pleasant wife." Gregory remarked.

"I've been thinking." came Jean Claude's slow voice.

"About what Jean Claude?" Darien asked.

"Serenity. Would she have been Serenity Patronal?"

"Claude! How could you even utter her name? Robert made it

very clear never to speak he name again." came Gregory's hushed

tone.

"Robert is not your superior. I am!" Darien's tone was

comanding.

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What's this? Darien the leader of what? What does the blue scarf mean in the two mens strange attire? Find out...next time.

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