1 Thing I Hate About You
(Chapter 10)
By: Lady of Silver
e-mail: Lady_of_Silver@hotmail.com
Hey all..I'm back! I'm really sorry that I hadn't updated my
story in weeks. Thank you to all my loyal readers! If I don't keep
getting good reviews, then I'll just scrap my story. You have been
forwarned. Hehe *.~ Keep up the good reviews and don't forget to
leave your e-mail so I can respond to ya! I decided that since most
of you disliked this last chapter, that's I'd just rewrite it and
throw the cheesey parts that I didn't like, out the window.
*glances toward her window...and sweatdrops as she relizes
that while she had intended for the revision to only be
slightly noticeable, it had turned into an almost complete
rewrite of the chapter.
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Standard Disclaimer Applies. I do NOT own Sailor Moon, nor the
characters in it, but I sure wish I did! Oh..and incase there
was any confusion, this story most definitely came from me. hehe.
Sincerely,
Lady of Silver
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Recap: "He's just like Robert." Serenity's broken words had been
uttered, not just thought. Darien, who was pretending to be asleep,
frowned, as if he had experienced deep pain. He wanted so much to
comfort her as her form shook with sobs next to his. Yet he remained
still, pretending to be asleep, oblivious to her mental conversation.
Finally, her sobs died and altogether ceased. She had cried herself
to sleep.
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His arms itched to take her into them, and hold her close.
He stared at the ceiling though it was difficult to do,
because she tossed and turned, moaned and often cried out.
It took all of his control not to wake her up and comfort her.
"NO!" came her shrill scream and she flew up into a sitting
position, her sweaty hands clutching the blankets, her nails
ripping the fabric. She gasped and tried to control her sobs,
by burrying her face in her pillow. He could stand it no longer.
He sat up, and leaned slightly over her, wrapping an arm around
her.
"Serenity..." he started to apologize, when he felt her arms
cling to him. Her whole body seemed to rack violently once again.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her onto his chest. She curled up
in his arms, still sobbing.
"I-" more sobs stopped her, "hate you!" she cried shrilly pushing
against his chest. She collapsed onto him once more, her energy gone.
He tried to sooth her, but nothing seemed to work. Instead, she cried
herself to sleep once more, with bitter, angry tears upon her face.
It was a sleep filled with memories of Robert. Things she had liked
to have forgotten.
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Her eyes seemed unable to open. She was resting on something soft and
yet firm. She pulled away. Reluctantly opening her eyes, she almost
burst into tears again. She cursed silently under her breath when she
realized she had spent another night in his arms. He was the one man
who she hated above all the rest! Pushing roughly away from him, he
jumped slightly. She glared at him and removed herself from the bed.
Wrapping a blanket around her body, for it was a little chilly in the
room, she proceeded to hurry into the bathroom. Ignoring his gaze, she
slammed the door closed. Turning on the water as hot as it would go,
she settled into the tub, prepairing for a long bath. The door suddenly
swung open. She screamed. Darien came in and knelt beside the large
bathtub. Her face flushed in anger and embarrassment.
"Get out!" she hissed. She felt as if every inch of her was a bright
shade of pink, for he had full view to her form.
"No." was his simple reply. She stared at him in total disbelief.
Her hand shot out of the water, but he caught her wrist. Water droplets
splashed onto the floor, but neither paid them attention.
"Get out." she said in whisper that was unsteady, her voice cracking
under the immense self-control it took not to scream and yell at him more.
She didn't really want to be mad at him forever, but anger took the place
of pain, which was the one thing Serenity did not want to feel at the moment.
"No. You're my wife, damnit." he replied as his eyes seemed to have
fire behind them. She simply stared at him.
"No?" she seemed shocked by his reply. He hadn't shown his temper since
the she had married him. She was used to men catering to her every whim,
even when she was rude.
"Serenity, you've got to listen to me sometime. Ignoring me and the
problem isn't going to help." he sighed and his eyes pleaded with her.
"There's no problem. And I'd like you to get the hell out of here."
her face drained it's color as she spoke. Her large blue eyes seemed to
fill with tears. She felt tired and weak, but she wasn't about to show
that to him if she could help it.
"Sere, please, don't be like that. I want you to understand
everything. You're so innocent. I worry about you."
"Well, then do yourself a favor, and stop." she replied, and
looked away. She felt herself being lifted out of the tub suddenly.
Shrieking as Darien wrapped a large towel around her, she just blinked
and stared straight ahead as he carried her into their room. Tossing
her onto the bed, she cursed and screamed at him. He was next to her
in seconds, pinning her into the soft mattress. She fought to cover
herself with the towel. He bent his head down, so that their noses
were touching.
"Serenity, don't you understand that I love you?" he asked.
"No! You don't love me! You're a man. Like all the rest, incapable
of having such a feeling." she whispered harshly. She slipped from
under him, but as she ran from the bed, he tackled her to the floor.
"Serenity, you have to listen and understand. Not all men are
like Robert!" Tears came to her eyes once more as she looked up at him.
"Please, haven't you done enough?" she sobbed brokenly. She wanted
so bad to ignore the butterflies that had stirred in her stomache at the
mere mention of Robert. He bent his head down towards hers. She watched
stunned as he turned her head and tilted her chin up. Planting a soft
kiss on her mouth, she soon found herself responding. Something in her
stomach shot a tingling sensation through her body. She had never felt
like this before.
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She sighed sadly as she lay next to him in bed, her back to him
once again. Tears slipped silently down her cheek as his hand rested
on her hip, gently stroking it.
"Serenity-"
"Don't talk to Me." she snapped, pulling the covers around her
bare shoulders.
"Bu-" he was prepaired to launch into another beggin session, but
found out quickly that she wasn't to be pushed much farther.
"I said don't talk to Me." she interrupted. He sighed. His
hand moved across her stomach. She pulled away, but there was
nowhere to go now. His arms were fully around her, his bare skin
touching hers. She felt jumpy just at the unnerving sensation that
the physical contact created. Failing at yet another attempt at
leaving his side, she gave up. He pulled her close to him, so that
her back was to his chest, his chin resting in the crook of her neck
and shoulder. She had managed to wrap a thin sheet around herself,
so at least she felt clothed somewhat.
"Sere, please, don't be like this to me now." he pleaded. She
sighed mentally.
'What's wrong with me? I just spent an incredible night in his
arms, and all I can do is tell him how much I hate him.'
"I told you he was a user." rang the voice inside her head.
"What do you mean?"
"He's gotten what he's wanted. He could get a divorce now, and
move onto greener pastures." the voice seemed to taunt her. She
pushed it out of her mind after inhaling. The smell of Darien's
cologne was too strong for the voice to compete with. She turned
her body towards his. Their faces were inches apart.
"Darien?" she seemed to whisper his name. He tightened his
arms around her.
"What Sere?" he seemed breathless to know what she wanted.
She shifted in his arms. She didn't know if now would be the time
to ask him the questions. "Is it about last night?" he added in a
lower tone, sensing her distress.
"Which part?" she raised an eyebrow. He chuckled. She didn't
wait for an answer. "I need to know. What was all of that? Oh,
please Darien! Please tell me you're not the head of it all."
her slim arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly.
He sighed and pulled her closer.
"Sere, it's called 'The Line'." She gasped.
"That group responsible for all those hangings!?" she tried to
pull away, but he held her closer.
"Those men were guilty, and deserved to hang." he replied softly.
"No one should decide another person's fate." she countered in a
soft whisper.
"But Sere, just listen. Do you remember when the Winston estate
went up in flames that one hot July night?" She nodded and he continued.
"The men who hanged, were the men who started it." she gasped. The
Winstons were good people, but unfortunately, only Darla and Maria had
survived. Roger was trapped and killed in the fire. Maria was one of her
friends, they had gone to school together for a few years, and worked at
her father's office for awhile balancing books.
"But-" Darien placed a finger over her mouth.
"I don't expect you to agree. I knew you wouldn't like this, so I
kept it from you." he smiled apologetically.
"Darien," she sighed as she rested her head on his chest.
"What?"
"W-why....do they insist on wearing those tacky blue patches on
their arms?" He seemed surprised at her question.
"Patches?"
"Robert used to wear them all the time, and those two men wore
them the other day."
"Oh. He sighed. "That." he turned his face away from her questioning
eyes.
"Well....what do they stand for?"
"You didn't go into town yesterday did you?" he asked instead of
answering her question.
"No. Why?"
"Dr. Levi Bowflag was found dead yesterday, in his study." he
supplied the information, still not daring to look at her.
"That's horrible! Oh Darien, how could you order them to kill
that nice old man?"
"He wasn't nice! Remember when they found his wife dead in her
music room?" he paused only till she nodded. "He killed her." She
gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
"Oh no! Tell me he didn't!" her arms tightened around him
unconsciously.
"Sere, don't be frightened. He won't be able to hurt anyone anymore.
We're all safe. He was a nasty and cruel old man, who wasn't happy with
the world. Don't be scared, honey. It's alright." even as he spoke, she
squeezed him tighter.
"Wi-will you just promise me one thing?"
"Anything, sweetheart." he kissed her forehead.
"Promise me that you won't keep anything from me about this. I want
to know everything from now on. Please, Darien." she added quickly as
he looked away for a few seconds. He smiled slightly.
"Whatever you want, Sere, whatever you want." he replied and kissed
her softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close to her.
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HA! you thought I'd end it there?! No way. I wouldn't do that to you. I'm not
that cruel. Well......close...but not there yet.
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She glared out into the stormy night as she contemplated her current
situation. Darien had been locked in his study with two of his men for over
an hour, and when she had knocked and asked if she could enter, he had refused
to allow her admittance. He had never left her out of anything since the day
so long ago that he had promised. That had been almost six months earlier, and
he was finally breaking it. No, she shook her head, he hadn't broken it yet,
but was merely tap dancing on the borderline. She knew that whatever the
occurance that had caused the men to come to the house was, it mostly
definitly had to be important. The feeling of uneasiness in her stomache
made her nervous as she paced outside the large doors that had suspiciously
been locked. She cursed them being so thick, for she could not hear a single
word they said. Only soft muffles that were hardly audible, let alone deciferable
could be heard, even when she had pressed her ear to the key holes. If it was one
thing Serenity hated, it was when people broke promises. To her, when someone broke
a promise, it meant that they no longer had trust in the person they had made the
promise to. Trust was very important to her. Suddenly, she heard a quiet clicking
sound and froze infront of the doors as they opened slowly. Her eyes glared
daggers at the two men and they smiled apologetically.
"Good day gentlemen." she said crisply and nodded sharply. Her cold,
formal manners gave away her obvious annoyance, and they heeded the warning
signals by bowing slightly and heading toward the front entrance.
"We hope you have a pleasant night, Lady Franklin." one of the men
said as they exited the large house. She forced herself to smile slightly
at him. He looked rather sorry that he and his partner had put her in such
a state. She saw them out, and once they galloped off in the dark night,
did she shut the front doors and scurry into the study. Coming to a hault
infront of the large desk, she smacked her hands down onto the polished
wood. Her movements caused Darien to look up at her, an eyebrow raised.
"Something wrong, my dear?" he asked, but he looked as if his thoughts
were preoccupied with something else, and he didn't much care about her answer.
She stood up straight and jammed her fists to her hips.
"Are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?" she asked,
not bothering to hide her frustration. He nodded, but made no effort to speak,
and she quickly grew impatient. "Well?" she prodded. She watched as he knitted
his brows together and set his mouth in a firm frown as if he were about to
tell her the news of a sudden and unsuspecked death in the family. Instead,
his response caught her totally offguard.
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Okay okay...you asked for another chapter....so i changed the ending...it
was too cheesey. I stayed up all night thinking about a good ending for this
story, and I've only seemed to come up with another cliffhanger. I'm getting
pretty good at those now. Well, I guess just let me know what you think of
this chapter. Again, I repeat, if I get terrible reviews, and I mean just
plain mean ones, not the construtive criticism, I will completely hault my
continuation of this story and scrap it.
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