DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon is not mine.
WARNING: Some strong language.
Story-line: In a supernatural world, where vampires and werewolves roam free, Serena finds herself in the position of being wanted by two very powerful, very different men. Will she follow her heart and make the right choice in the matter of love?
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DECEIT
Chapter 1
Rosegalaxia
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" I've only known you a short time, Serena."
Andrew turned towards me as we both came to a stop on the edge of the road, waiting for the traffic lights to turn red. He reached for both of my hands and clasped them tightly in his own large ones. His solemn liquid green eyes gazed into my eyes.
" That you have, Andrew." I replied warily, for I could see that Andrew was deadly serious about something. Maybe he wanted to break things off. S***. And maybe I was turning into an insecure little idiot who spent her time wondering if her boyfriend was going to break up with her whenever he was even remotely serious. Double s***. (Excuse my language. I'm not usually like this but as you've probably guessed, I'm sunk in the pool of paranoia at the moment. Bear with me.)
" But time isn't really important when it's right."
I stared at him, amazed. Not what I had expected as you've no doubt guessed from the tirade I had going on earlier. I was, however, not that far enveloped in my own thoughts that I couldn't tell that Andrew expected me to say something reassuring. Me being the typical, light-hearted, 'bunny rabbit' who never knew the right time to be serious, wanted to make a joke to scatter the tension lying thick in the air but I kept my mouth shut. Which, let me tell you, was a brownie point for me.
" I love you Serena." He ran one of his hands through his thick brown hair, nervously.
I softened my expression. He was so nervous- a trait I had never equated with Andrew. I have no idea why he was anxious so don't ask me... okay, okay, I'll tell you. I think it might have something to do with the fact that he knew I usually didn't go in for that soft dreamy style couples in love go for. You know, where they pause at street corners to kiss sweetly. Where, after every five minutes, they stop doing whatever they're doing to gaze into each others eyes and say, I love you honey, I love you bunny bear or something equally ridiculous. Okay. So nicknames are cute. But for God's sake, what's so special about calling some-one honey when three-quarters of the world's English speaking population do the same? Where's the uniqueness gone?
Right. Well. Okay.
There was one thing I could do. Freeing one of my hands, I reached out and brought Andrew's head down to mine. His lips touched mine slowly, hesitantly. I pressed my mouth harder against the smoothness of his mouth. I felt him respond and moved a little closer to him. Umm.
Uh-huh. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. There she is, pausing at street corners, to kiss sweetly, after she's said she thinks it's ridiculous. Let me clear up a few things. We're not at a street corner. And I wasn't kissing him sweetly. I was kissing him passionately. Biiiig difference. And I'm definitely not splitting hairs okay? Okay. Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, we're at the point where my tongue and Andrew's tongue are engaged in the lost art of duelling. Very stimulating though don't try it at home.
After a few seconds, I drew back and smiled encouragingly at him.
" Will you marry me?"
My face froze. My smile froze. Hell, my thoughts froze. Except that small part of my brain where hurt from the past still lurked. Suddenly I was remembering the time somebody else had asked me that same question.
I had been ecstatic, over the moon. I had agreed then and suffered incredible heart-ache. Though I prefer to call it temporary loss of sanity now. I mean, there was me, heart broken over a guy who was still under his pa-pa's wing. A guy who didn't love me at all because he let his family talk him out of our relationship because of my, get this, 'status in the world'. I mean come on. Nobody went round spouting that sort of rubbish anymore. Though to be honest, the family was from another era. Like the middle ages. Hahahaha. Bet you're thinking I'm funny right? Well, no. I mean I am, but I'm not joking in this instance. The whole family were vampires. From the middle ages.
So, if I could agree to spend the rest of my life with a vampire (in other words, a dead guy) then surely the man I had loved could have spent about fifty years from his eternal life with a girl who shopped at chain stories and wore paste jewellery. Really. As long as I worked hard and honestly did it matter how much money I had in my bank account? No. But apparently it did to them.
So I guess my answer had to be no even though I think I do love Andrew. And I want to say yes. Really I do. Darien G'Weillier was obviously not worthy of anybody's love and to let his refusal influence the rest of my life was something that I couldn't let happen. However, there were other factors here. I mean, If I forget the whole thing about Andrew getting majorly hairy once a month and the thing about him being an Alpha male in his pack, well, I'm first in line to be the future Mrs Andrew Marcane. Make way for the bride with the low status in the world.
But I can't. I don't want to risk it. And that does not mean I'm a coward okay? It's just that I'm cautious. Part of the reason why I'm alive today. So no it will be.
" Yes!"
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" Look. I'm hungry, I'm tired and it's the middle of the night. Let me get in!"
" No."
I closed my eyes. I was at my office, trying to get in to talk to a certain somebody. Confused? Yeah me too.
I had said yes. However, now I had to tell Darien G'Weillier. Huh? Yeah. My reaction exactly when Andrew proposed the plan. His reasoning is that I should tell Darien, since... he's my boss. Yep. He's my boss. The leader. The big guy at the office where I work and do little things which suit my low status in this world. (You can tell that comment reaaally bugged me.) So why am I working for the creep who caused me that much pain? Well, I don't really know. It hadn't really started out that way. I had only found out last week, after a surprise takeover, who my new boss was.
Anyway, Andrew and I had been engaged for two weeks now. We've planned the initial wedding schedule already and I had to get the required time off before somebody else did. So you see, that's why I was trying to see Darien. Trying being the main word. And so far I wasn't succeeding. The blonde vampire wanted me to give her my cross. But trust me, that would have been suicide. Imagine me without any protection with a powerful vampire who is prone to rages whenever something happens which is against his 'wishes'. Methinks this is a smart plan. Me thinks me's right. Me knows me's right.
" What's your name?"
The vamp, somehow it didn't seem- I don't know- correct to call her blondie. That's such a human word and vampires are not humans. No matter what people say. Anyway, the vamp gave me a bored look as if she was tired of the world, and especially tired of me. " Carla."
I smiled at her. Not a pleasant smile. Duh! Me smile at a vampire? Especially a female? That was a serious no-no (and I'm not being a bitch). It was more of a I-don't-care-what-you-think-'cause-you're-beneath-my-notice kind of smile. I'm getting really good at giving those kind of smiles out. I think I deserve a medal.
" Well, Carla. Do you know who I am?"
She eyed me from the tops of my messy hair to the tips of my scuffed shoes. Okay, so I didn't look my best. But did she have to give me such a disdainful look? And did I care?
" Apparently you're no-one special or I'd have heard of you."
Huh? Ohh. Low blow. Bet you're thinking, what Serena doing? Why doesn't she just show some identification. Well, I would. Except that I didn't have any on me. I'd left my card at Andrew's house. And what was I doing at Andrew's house so late in the night? I think you can guess without me having to tell you. The sweat dear needed some reassuring after he found out exactly who my boss was and who he had been to me. Had been. Wasn't now. Will never be again.
" I'm Serena Darth. I work here."
She smirked at me. " Yeah. I'm Marie Antoinette, doing a little guard duty."
I sighed. God, I really wasn't in the mood for this now. I really- " Robin!" I eagerly waved at the red-headed man just coming out of the office blocks.
He spotted me and grinned. " Serena. What are you doing out here, in the cold?"
I pasted the most pathetic look on my face and shivered delicately. " Well, I would come in except that..." I gestured towards Carla and sniffed as if holding back tears.
Robin's face got all sympathetic towards me and angry towards her. Ha ha. He cuffed her on the back of her head. " Don't you even know when some-one's telling you the truth? I thought I'd taught you better than that."
Yep. Robin was a vamp as well. He was the one who had made Carla though I didn't want to dwell too much on that side of things.
Carla's face fell from the rebuttal she had just received from her master. " You can go in."
I managed a watery smile and as I passed her, I nodded at her. It was the least I could do. You know what? I was actually feeling sorry for her. I think I must be getting soft in my old age. Or maybe it was because I was tired. I'll never know. But either way, don't tell any-one.
I smiled as I stepped inside the building block and Robin put a reassuring arm around me. Wow! I had surpassed even my own expectations of my acting abilities. Now I know that I truly did deserve the OSCAR I had won... you know, the OSCAR I win every night in my dreams? Yeah, that OSCAR.
Bringing myself back away from my thoughts, I waved again at Robin as he headed outside again. Now all I had to do was go in, find Darien, talk to him and try to make him not kill Andrew. (Darien had developed a possessive attitude towards me ever since he had come here. Don't know why since he had dumped me.) Anyway, what I had to do was as easy as pie. After that, I'll be able to go home. Go to bed. And get some well deserved sleep. Won't take long at all... any-one wanna swap places?
I took a deep breath as I entered the vampire's office. The phrase 'come into my lair, said the spider to the fly' would really work here wouldn't it?
" Mia Serena! To what do I owe this pleasure?"
I ignored him for a moment. Avoid a situation for as long as possible, is my motto.
I decided that I was going to have to handle Darien delicately. I should broach the subject subtly and cautiously.
" To the fact that I'm engaged to Andrew Marcane and there's nothing you can do about it."
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This is a new fic and I'm just testing the waters. If I get a satisfactory amount of response, then I'll continue.
Rosegalaxia
rosegalaxia@yahoo.com
WARNING: Some strong language.
Story-line: In a supernatural world, where vampires and werewolves roam free, Serena finds herself in the position of being wanted by two very powerful, very different men. Will she follow her heart and make the right choice in the matter of love?
**********
DECEIT
Chapter 1
Rosegalaxia
**********
" I've only known you a short time, Serena."
Andrew turned towards me as we both came to a stop on the edge of the road, waiting for the traffic lights to turn red. He reached for both of my hands and clasped them tightly in his own large ones. His solemn liquid green eyes gazed into my eyes.
" That you have, Andrew." I replied warily, for I could see that Andrew was deadly serious about something. Maybe he wanted to break things off. S***. And maybe I was turning into an insecure little idiot who spent her time wondering if her boyfriend was going to break up with her whenever he was even remotely serious. Double s***. (Excuse my language. I'm not usually like this but as you've probably guessed, I'm sunk in the pool of paranoia at the moment. Bear with me.)
" But time isn't really important when it's right."
I stared at him, amazed. Not what I had expected as you've no doubt guessed from the tirade I had going on earlier. I was, however, not that far enveloped in my own thoughts that I couldn't tell that Andrew expected me to say something reassuring. Me being the typical, light-hearted, 'bunny rabbit' who never knew the right time to be serious, wanted to make a joke to scatter the tension lying thick in the air but I kept my mouth shut. Which, let me tell you, was a brownie point for me.
" I love you Serena." He ran one of his hands through his thick brown hair, nervously.
I softened my expression. He was so nervous- a trait I had never equated with Andrew. I have no idea why he was anxious so don't ask me... okay, okay, I'll tell you. I think it might have something to do with the fact that he knew I usually didn't go in for that soft dreamy style couples in love go for. You know, where they pause at street corners to kiss sweetly. Where, after every five minutes, they stop doing whatever they're doing to gaze into each others eyes and say, I love you honey, I love you bunny bear or something equally ridiculous. Okay. So nicknames are cute. But for God's sake, what's so special about calling some-one honey when three-quarters of the world's English speaking population do the same? Where's the uniqueness gone?
Right. Well. Okay.
There was one thing I could do. Freeing one of my hands, I reached out and brought Andrew's head down to mine. His lips touched mine slowly, hesitantly. I pressed my mouth harder against the smoothness of his mouth. I felt him respond and moved a little closer to him. Umm.
Uh-huh. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. There she is, pausing at street corners, to kiss sweetly, after she's said she thinks it's ridiculous. Let me clear up a few things. We're not at a street corner. And I wasn't kissing him sweetly. I was kissing him passionately. Biiiig difference. And I'm definitely not splitting hairs okay? Okay. Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, we're at the point where my tongue and Andrew's tongue are engaged in the lost art of duelling. Very stimulating though don't try it at home.
After a few seconds, I drew back and smiled encouragingly at him.
" Will you marry me?"
My face froze. My smile froze. Hell, my thoughts froze. Except that small part of my brain where hurt from the past still lurked. Suddenly I was remembering the time somebody else had asked me that same question.
I had been ecstatic, over the moon. I had agreed then and suffered incredible heart-ache. Though I prefer to call it temporary loss of sanity now. I mean, there was me, heart broken over a guy who was still under his pa-pa's wing. A guy who didn't love me at all because he let his family talk him out of our relationship because of my, get this, 'status in the world'. I mean come on. Nobody went round spouting that sort of rubbish anymore. Though to be honest, the family was from another era. Like the middle ages. Hahahaha. Bet you're thinking I'm funny right? Well, no. I mean I am, but I'm not joking in this instance. The whole family were vampires. From the middle ages.
So, if I could agree to spend the rest of my life with a vampire (in other words, a dead guy) then surely the man I had loved could have spent about fifty years from his eternal life with a girl who shopped at chain stories and wore paste jewellery. Really. As long as I worked hard and honestly did it matter how much money I had in my bank account? No. But apparently it did to them.
So I guess my answer had to be no even though I think I do love Andrew. And I want to say yes. Really I do. Darien G'Weillier was obviously not worthy of anybody's love and to let his refusal influence the rest of my life was something that I couldn't let happen. However, there were other factors here. I mean, If I forget the whole thing about Andrew getting majorly hairy once a month and the thing about him being an Alpha male in his pack, well, I'm first in line to be the future Mrs Andrew Marcane. Make way for the bride with the low status in the world.
But I can't. I don't want to risk it. And that does not mean I'm a coward okay? It's just that I'm cautious. Part of the reason why I'm alive today. So no it will be.
" Yes!"
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" Look. I'm hungry, I'm tired and it's the middle of the night. Let me get in!"
" No."
I closed my eyes. I was at my office, trying to get in to talk to a certain somebody. Confused? Yeah me too.
I had said yes. However, now I had to tell Darien G'Weillier. Huh? Yeah. My reaction exactly when Andrew proposed the plan. His reasoning is that I should tell Darien, since... he's my boss. Yep. He's my boss. The leader. The big guy at the office where I work and do little things which suit my low status in this world. (You can tell that comment reaaally bugged me.) So why am I working for the creep who caused me that much pain? Well, I don't really know. It hadn't really started out that way. I had only found out last week, after a surprise takeover, who my new boss was.
Anyway, Andrew and I had been engaged for two weeks now. We've planned the initial wedding schedule already and I had to get the required time off before somebody else did. So you see, that's why I was trying to see Darien. Trying being the main word. And so far I wasn't succeeding. The blonde vampire wanted me to give her my cross. But trust me, that would have been suicide. Imagine me without any protection with a powerful vampire who is prone to rages whenever something happens which is against his 'wishes'. Methinks this is a smart plan. Me thinks me's right. Me knows me's right.
" What's your name?"
The vamp, somehow it didn't seem- I don't know- correct to call her blondie. That's such a human word and vampires are not humans. No matter what people say. Anyway, the vamp gave me a bored look as if she was tired of the world, and especially tired of me. " Carla."
I smiled at her. Not a pleasant smile. Duh! Me smile at a vampire? Especially a female? That was a serious no-no (and I'm not being a bitch). It was more of a I-don't-care-what-you-think-'cause-you're-beneath-my-notice kind of smile. I'm getting really good at giving those kind of smiles out. I think I deserve a medal.
" Well, Carla. Do you know who I am?"
She eyed me from the tops of my messy hair to the tips of my scuffed shoes. Okay, so I didn't look my best. But did she have to give me such a disdainful look? And did I care?
" Apparently you're no-one special or I'd have heard of you."
Huh? Ohh. Low blow. Bet you're thinking, what Serena doing? Why doesn't she just show some identification. Well, I would. Except that I didn't have any on me. I'd left my card at Andrew's house. And what was I doing at Andrew's house so late in the night? I think you can guess without me having to tell you. The sweat dear needed some reassuring after he found out exactly who my boss was and who he had been to me. Had been. Wasn't now. Will never be again.
" I'm Serena Darth. I work here."
She smirked at me. " Yeah. I'm Marie Antoinette, doing a little guard duty."
I sighed. God, I really wasn't in the mood for this now. I really- " Robin!" I eagerly waved at the red-headed man just coming out of the office blocks.
He spotted me and grinned. " Serena. What are you doing out here, in the cold?"
I pasted the most pathetic look on my face and shivered delicately. " Well, I would come in except that..." I gestured towards Carla and sniffed as if holding back tears.
Robin's face got all sympathetic towards me and angry towards her. Ha ha. He cuffed her on the back of her head. " Don't you even know when some-one's telling you the truth? I thought I'd taught you better than that."
Yep. Robin was a vamp as well. He was the one who had made Carla though I didn't want to dwell too much on that side of things.
Carla's face fell from the rebuttal she had just received from her master. " You can go in."
I managed a watery smile and as I passed her, I nodded at her. It was the least I could do. You know what? I was actually feeling sorry for her. I think I must be getting soft in my old age. Or maybe it was because I was tired. I'll never know. But either way, don't tell any-one.
I smiled as I stepped inside the building block and Robin put a reassuring arm around me. Wow! I had surpassed even my own expectations of my acting abilities. Now I know that I truly did deserve the OSCAR I had won... you know, the OSCAR I win every night in my dreams? Yeah, that OSCAR.
Bringing myself back away from my thoughts, I waved again at Robin as he headed outside again. Now all I had to do was go in, find Darien, talk to him and try to make him not kill Andrew. (Darien had developed a possessive attitude towards me ever since he had come here. Don't know why since he had dumped me.) Anyway, what I had to do was as easy as pie. After that, I'll be able to go home. Go to bed. And get some well deserved sleep. Won't take long at all... any-one wanna swap places?
I took a deep breath as I entered the vampire's office. The phrase 'come into my lair, said the spider to the fly' would really work here wouldn't it?
" Mia Serena! To what do I owe this pleasure?"
I ignored him for a moment. Avoid a situation for as long as possible, is my motto.
I decided that I was going to have to handle Darien delicately. I should broach the subject subtly and cautiously.
" To the fact that I'm engaged to Andrew Marcane and there's nothing you can do about it."
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This is a new fic and I'm just testing the waters. If I get a satisfactory amount of response, then I'll continue.
Rosegalaxia
rosegalaxia@yahoo.com