Return of a Nightmare
Part 3
By: Alys
PG
mazzei@isoc.net
http://starli.homestead.com
"What am I going to do," said a small voice breaking
Darien's thoughts. Looking down he found himself looking into
crystal blue eyes. Eyes searching for help, eyes searching
for someone to trust.
"I don't know, I don't know. But what ever you do, I will be
there to help you," said Darien, and he meant it. He didn't
understand how anyone could hurt the angel he held in his
arms. Serena was so full of life that she brightened a room
just by entering. She always had a smile on her face, a smile
that could knock down any walls placed before her and the
person she wanted to reach. "Just like the walls you have,"
said a little voice inside his head.
"Yes, just like the walls I have around my heart," thought
Darien as he held her a little closer. No one said anything.
Either because of hurting souls, or confused ones, the arcade
was silent.
"Darien," whispered Andrew after what seemed like forever,
and yet only a few seconds. "Look," he continued as he
pointed to the girl in his arms. Looking down, he saw that
she had fallen asleep, one hand still gripping his jacket
ever so lightly.
"What should we do?" he asked softly, afraid he would wake
the sleeping angel. "What if that jerk comes back? I
seriously wanted to break every bone in his body."
"I would take her to my house, but Lizzie isn't home, and my
parents would want an explanation on what was up. I don't she
would want us telling people. What about you?"
"I couldn't take her to my apartment. Look, she doesn't know
me and she has never been there before. She would have a
heart attack if she just woke up. Besides my neighbors are so
nosey. They would seriously jump to conclusions, and they
already don't like me much. I think we should just her home.
Her parents can take care of her."
Andrew looked at him, worry written all over his face. "But
that is just it. Her parents are gone. They went out of town,
and Serena was aloud to stay here. She was telling me about
it the other day. They won't be back for a week, and I don't
want to leave her a lone. Not tonight."
"What if I stay? I could sleep on couch, and when she woke up
I could find out how she wants to handle it. I doubt the guy
would try anything again tonight, but I know what you are
saying. I don't want anything to happen to her. She's to
important to me to have anything happen to her."
The last he said in bare whisper, more to himself then to
Andrew. She was important, and the thought of some guy doing
something to her scared him worse then anything. It scared
his heart.
"Darien… I think that would be a good idea. You know where
she lives?"
"I know," he said as he stood up, picking up the sleeping
girl in his arms. Looking at Andrew one last time, he headed
out the door, and towards his car. The roof was still down
from the day, and it was easy for him the place Serena into
the front seat and buckle her in.
Getting into the car himself, he drove off, and down the
street. Serena didn't live far from the arcade, and it didn't
take him long to reach her house. Upon reaching her house,
Darien stopped in front and gazed at it. It looked welcoming,
and yet empty. Like something was missing.
Carefully, so not to wake her, Darien lifted her out of the
car, pressed the button for the roof, and headed to the door.
Managing some how, he got the door opened without dropping,
or even waking the girl in his arms.
"After everything that has happened to her, you would think
that she would not trust to leave her door unlocked," he
whispered as he closed the door with his foot. Looking
around, he saw the darkened rooms what he guessed to be the
living room and the kitchen. Looking for a light switch,
feeling along the wall for one, the angel he held in his arms
stirred ever so slightly, moving closer to him. Giving up on
finding a light switch, he slowly moved down the hallway to
what he thought to be stairs. Upon finding he was right, he
headed up, figuring the room was upstairs.
Reaching the top, it wasn't hard for him to figure out which
room was hers. Heading to the door closest to him on the
right he pushed the handle down and opened a room covered
with action figures on the floor. On the walls looked to be
posters of famous athletes.
"This must be her brother's room," he thought to himself.
Backing back out, he wandered to the next door. Upon opening
it's door, he entered a bland, clean room. It was obviously
not a teenage girl's room.
Pausing in the hallway, Darien glanced down at the angel he
held in his arms. Still asleep, she did not have a clue how
her former "enemy" was caring for her.
"Yes," said the voice in his mind, "caring for her heart."
Sighing, and knowing that the damn little voice would never
go away, Darien walking down the hall to the last door.
Opening this door, he recieved his first look at the
princess' room. Soft moonlight was floating in throught the
balcony window. Lit by the soft light were numorous sketches
that were scattered across the floor. The colorings were of a
soft pink the seemed to glow just a little from the moon.
Random stuffed animals were here and there, and on the far
side of the room was Serena's bed.
On it were more drawings, which he slowly moved away as he
lied her down. She was still sound asleep, but as he tried to
move away, he small delicate hand held onto his sleeve.
As small frown appeared on her face, and "don't leave..."
could barely be heard from her lips.
Settling himself on the floor next to her, Darien let his
free hand stroke her face.
"Don't worry. I won't ever leave you."
End Part 3
Part 3
By: Alys
PG
mazzei@isoc.net
http://starli.homestead.com
"What am I going to do," said a small voice breaking
Darien's thoughts. Looking down he found himself looking into
crystal blue eyes. Eyes searching for help, eyes searching
for someone to trust.
"I don't know, I don't know. But what ever you do, I will be
there to help you," said Darien, and he meant it. He didn't
understand how anyone could hurt the angel he held in his
arms. Serena was so full of life that she brightened a room
just by entering. She always had a smile on her face, a smile
that could knock down any walls placed before her and the
person she wanted to reach. "Just like the walls you have,"
said a little voice inside his head.
"Yes, just like the walls I have around my heart," thought
Darien as he held her a little closer. No one said anything.
Either because of hurting souls, or confused ones, the arcade
was silent.
"Darien," whispered Andrew after what seemed like forever,
and yet only a few seconds. "Look," he continued as he
pointed to the girl in his arms. Looking down, he saw that
she had fallen asleep, one hand still gripping his jacket
ever so lightly.
"What should we do?" he asked softly, afraid he would wake
the sleeping angel. "What if that jerk comes back? I
seriously wanted to break every bone in his body."
"I would take her to my house, but Lizzie isn't home, and my
parents would want an explanation on what was up. I don't she
would want us telling people. What about you?"
"I couldn't take her to my apartment. Look, she doesn't know
me and she has never been there before. She would have a
heart attack if she just woke up. Besides my neighbors are so
nosey. They would seriously jump to conclusions, and they
already don't like me much. I think we should just her home.
Her parents can take care of her."
Andrew looked at him, worry written all over his face. "But
that is just it. Her parents are gone. They went out of town,
and Serena was aloud to stay here. She was telling me about
it the other day. They won't be back for a week, and I don't
want to leave her a lone. Not tonight."
"What if I stay? I could sleep on couch, and when she woke up
I could find out how she wants to handle it. I doubt the guy
would try anything again tonight, but I know what you are
saying. I don't want anything to happen to her. She's to
important to me to have anything happen to her."
The last he said in bare whisper, more to himself then to
Andrew. She was important, and the thought of some guy doing
something to her scared him worse then anything. It scared
his heart.
"Darien… I think that would be a good idea. You know where
she lives?"
"I know," he said as he stood up, picking up the sleeping
girl in his arms. Looking at Andrew one last time, he headed
out the door, and towards his car. The roof was still down
from the day, and it was easy for him the place Serena into
the front seat and buckle her in.
Getting into the car himself, he drove off, and down the
street. Serena didn't live far from the arcade, and it didn't
take him long to reach her house. Upon reaching her house,
Darien stopped in front and gazed at it. It looked welcoming,
and yet empty. Like something was missing.
Carefully, so not to wake her, Darien lifted her out of the
car, pressed the button for the roof, and headed to the door.
Managing some how, he got the door opened without dropping,
or even waking the girl in his arms.
"After everything that has happened to her, you would think
that she would not trust to leave her door unlocked," he
whispered as he closed the door with his foot. Looking
around, he saw the darkened rooms what he guessed to be the
living room and the kitchen. Looking for a light switch,
feeling along the wall for one, the angel he held in his arms
stirred ever so slightly, moving closer to him. Giving up on
finding a light switch, he slowly moved down the hallway to
what he thought to be stairs. Upon finding he was right, he
headed up, figuring the room was upstairs.
Reaching the top, it wasn't hard for him to figure out which
room was hers. Heading to the door closest to him on the
right he pushed the handle down and opened a room covered
with action figures on the floor. On the walls looked to be
posters of famous athletes.
"This must be her brother's room," he thought to himself.
Backing back out, he wandered to the next door. Upon opening
it's door, he entered a bland, clean room. It was obviously
not a teenage girl's room.
Pausing in the hallway, Darien glanced down at the angel he
held in his arms. Still asleep, she did not have a clue how
her former "enemy" was caring for her.
"Yes," said the voice in his mind, "caring for her heart."
Sighing, and knowing that the damn little voice would never
go away, Darien walking down the hall to the last door.
Opening this door, he recieved his first look at the
princess' room. Soft moonlight was floating in throught the
balcony window. Lit by the soft light were numorous sketches
that were scattered across the floor. The colorings were of a
soft pink the seemed to glow just a little from the moon.
Random stuffed animals were here and there, and on the far
side of the room was Serena's bed.
On it were more drawings, which he slowly moved away as he
lied her down. She was still sound asleep, but as he tried to
move away, he small delicate hand held onto his sleeve.
As small frown appeared on her face, and "don't leave..."
could barely be heard from her lips.
Settling himself on the floor next to her, Darien let his
free hand stroke her face.
"Don't worry. I won't ever leave you."
End Part 3