"This is ridiculous!" she said, jerking up and marching away. In seconds she was out of the restaurant, leaving Darien alone. He stared at her until she vanished. He felt like an idiot!

Throwing his napkin on the table hard, he shouted, "Damn!" Everyone stared at him. "Oh, sorry. Go on back to your meal." He said as he ran out of the building, all red and hot with embarrassment. Now what? Where was she? How could she -- yes, she could . . .

"Fuck!" he shouted once he was away from the building. "I finally thought -- man! Ugh!" he felt frustrated. Maybe a restaurant wasn't such a good place after all. Maybe he should've picked a quieter and safer place where she wouldn't be able to run away from, leaving him all flushed again.

He drove home silently in his car then, more melancholly then mad. It was the first time in so damn long! She looked even more sexier. He just hoped she wasn't going to marry anyone, or didn't have a boyfriend. If she did, well, he didn't know what he'd do to get her back. Damn, he wanted her so much, seeing on how she has grown; even more sexy and beautiful, making him uncomfortable being with such a perfect woman.

While driving, he found himself talking to himself. That was quite strange, considering that he rarely did that. He was murmuring something about Serena, and how she was going to become his. On his way home, he had really become obsessed with her. And it was a bad obsession . . .

He had gotten home late, seeing on that he drove up to the bar first, meeting up with Chad. Chad was his good friend, that he met there in Europe. But Andy Foreman was still his best friend, who stayed back in the US. They were friends ever since childhood.

There at the bar, he had drunk a whole bottle of alcohol. Even Chad couldn't stop him. "Darien, stop it, you're fucking scaring me!" he had shouted.

Darien ran around in the bar, followed by Chad, with his bottle in hand, sipping once every while. He was cracking up so hard he had spilled half of the alcohol on himself.

"That's not fucking funny, Darien, now give that back and go home!" Chad shouted.

Darien kept laughing, his laughs distracting everyone in the tavern. "Why don't you have a drink, Chad-boy . . ??" Finally, in around thirty minutes, Darien had finally tripped and fell face down, bottle flying out of his hand and breaking by his side. He was definitely drunk. He hadn't gotten up then. He just lay there, still laughing his head off about nothing. Men around him stared at him.

Suddenly, Darien grabbed a man's leg and tripped him. The man fell hard on the floor with a loud thud, growling and cursing as he got back up. "You better watch what you're doing, you're drunk." one said.

"Hell, he is! But he'll get that back!" shouted the man whom Darien had tripped. He fell purposely on Darien, beating all the air out of him. "Quit!!" Chad yelled. All the men in the bar started trying to break the two up.

But before the two broke up, Darien pulled out a small knife out of his back pocket. The large man, who was on top of him, trying to beat him up to death, stopped abruptly. "What the . . ."

"Wanna play the real game, fatty, do ya?" Darien smiled, pushing the guy off of him easily and preparing to stab him as he leaned close to him. There were some shouts in the bar.

"What does that man have in his hand . . . ?"

"Is he going to kill him . . . ?"

"Someone, break them UP . . . !"

"Stop it, George, Darien . . .!"

But it was as if Darien was in his own little world. He smiled slyly at George. "So George is it? Well, there's gonna be one less of these George's . . ." he whispered.

"You're nuts," George said. "But if ya want a fight, you'll fucking get it!" he lunged for Darien, who slipped just past, drawing the knife deep into the man's stomache.

There were screams from women, few laughs from drunk men and ahh's and ohh's and ooh's from others. Some shouted at Darien and tried to stop him from stabbing the guy again.

Some young man in the corner whispered to others, but no one seemed to hear. "He was my fucking friend . . . we promised we'd live through our 23rd year . . . and you fucking killed my best friend!!" He flew at Darien. But Darien, of course, was much stronger than the little guy, weighing no more than 110 pounds.

Missing, Darien lunged back at the thin man as George fell to the floor with blood dripping from his stomache and mouth. Everyone was gathered around him, trying to help, but doing nothing but taking up space. The space around George was soon all red, no more of that dark green carpet seen. It had turned into dark red . . .

The only one who was trying to stop the other two, was the manager, Chad. "Quit it, you two! Darien, you're drunk!"

"You want a piece of it too, Chad-boy?" Darien breathed. His face was all sweaty from fighting the fat man.

"Darien . . . please." Chad practically begged. "You'll get yourself into jail. In fact . . . you already did . . . Darien, please, you're my friend and I care about you . . ."

"Yeah?" he snapped. "If you're such a good friend, why don't you just leave us alone?" While the two had a 'conversation' at last, the little guy went for it. He jumped on Darien, catching him off guard and sending themselves to the floor.

"Shit, get off, kid!" he shouted as his oponent, Michael, tried to take away the knife; probably to kill Darien for his friend. Darien struggled against him. It wasn't hard, though. Michael knew better and ran off before Darien could stab him. He breathed hard, looking after the running away man, mad that he didn't get rid of him.

"Darien." Chad called softly, worry in his voice, stretching his hand out to him.

"Don't!" Darien snapped, turning to Chad. "Why don't you get lost, Chad- boy. I'm sick of you tellin' me what to do. Be a friend, damnit!"

Chad just stared after his friend as Darien walked out of the bar, leaving a dead man and several others who were looking down at George behind. There were several shouts and screams of horror from women and men as they still could not believe he was dead.

Chad realized there was nothing he could do for the dead man nor his friend. His friend would have to go to jail for years if he would be caught. It was a bar he went to usually, and almost everyone knew him. So it was quite hard -- if not saying impossible -- to hide him. But being a good friend didn't mean he had to cover for Darien; he did something bad, and that was somethign Chad wouldn't cover.

Serena got back home all upset. Closing the door behind, she saw Seiya sitting on the couch and looking at her. Serena shook her head in disgust and walked away after dropping her purse to the floor. Seeing that something was wrong, Seiya got up and followed her to the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" he asked innocently, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't." Serena pushed it back. Then turned around and looked at him. "How could you do this to me? Seiya?" She walked passed him and out the door.

"Hey," Seiya caught her hand and pulled her back in, "What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you what's fucking wrong! You set me up! With a guy from my . . . my nightmares! How -- how could you!?"

"I just thought. . . " Seiya's voice was unbelievably calm. "I thought you actually wanted to see him. You were so . . . "

"So what? Just leave me alone -- "

Seiya pressed his lips against Serena's. At first, she tried to pull back, but then she just gave in, just like years ago with Darien. But she did not allow Darien's hand to crawl under her shirt, like Seiya.

That night, Serena's eyes were filled with hot, wet, salty tears. But they were not the tears from what she felt while he was inside her, tears for what had happened that day. That night was dark, darker than any other night; Seiya didn't even notice that she was crying. She never let out a 'crying sound' but moans.

That night, she decided that she would never let Darien touch her for any reasons. She would never let him, if she would meet him somewhere again. But she did not know that she didn't have to make a decision like that because she would never see Darien ever again no matter what she would wish.