I've Been Waiting For You
By tinkerbell051
Edited by: Sailor Angel
I'd like to thank my editor, for with out her this chapter would never come out! : P
New York
It was the dead of night when she left the mansion.
The highways, the traffic, the smells and sounds of the city were what she loved.
Leaving New York would undoubtedly be the hardest thing she would ever have to do. She adored the city; it was not only her home but her life.
After leaving the bright lights far behind, with her men tailing at the rear, Serena popped a CD of classical music in the stereo calm her nerves. It was the only type of music that Kenneth and Serena could ever compromise on. Between hip-hop, rap, 60's and 70's music, they both appreciated Classical.
Her father...
Things were going to be so hard with out him; how was she going to survive this new change? She thought about her grandfather and what he'd told her about marriage. How was she to supposed to go about doing it? Choose a man and bear his children? Bear his children?! The very thought of that scared her out of her wits.
Serena snapped out of her reverie and noticed she'd come to a crossroad that mirrored her life. She felt as though she was at crossroads in her life and was being forced to choose something she wasn't even sure she wanted. The choices she made weren't just about moving to Massachusetts, or to return to New York and forget about all this, but also what kind of lifestyle she would have to lead for the rest of her life.
Having children with the new life she'd have to lead? No freaking way.
Contemplating these choices mentally, turning them this way and that, she chose the detour to Massachusetts. After all, a promise is a promise, and she was bound by invisible ties to keep her agreement. Serena was met with an eerie silence as the stereo mysteriously shut off on its own. And refused turn back on as she stabbed the buttons angrily with her finger.
"Damned piece of shit!!" she yelled in frustration, as she slammed her palm on the dashboard.
She kept on driving in silence, alone with her thoughts, looking once or twice at the navigator.
Serena thought back on the men she'd have to choose. More than likely she would have to marry one of her own men. She knew them longer than anyone else; they had been there since before she could remember and a couple of years older. Their fathers too, were in the mafia.
She reached a sign that welcomed her to Pinecrest.
She turned to look once more at the screen,
'God, why now? Why did she have to choose?!'
Once she had thought those words something or someone had rushed out into the road.
Serena slammed on the breaks; the car swerved on the road on the pavement everything was a blur and finally came to a complete halt. Serena, a bit dazed, rushed out of her car to see what she had hit. She was met with a wall of fog. The fog had consumed her. She couldn't see and inch passed her car.
Nothing was there. At least that's what she hoped. She heard a strange yet familiar voice right next to her.
"Serena...."
She reached for the holster on her thigh for her revolver, and aimed in each direction. She looked out on the road in the direction in which she was coming from. The fog became thicker she couldn't see past her gun. This was no ordinary fog; it seemed mystical some how. She summoned the magic she had to control the weather but the fog wouldn't budge, only a small part moved so she could see her car now.
'Where were her men when she needed them?'
As she continued to aim her gun for security, her cell phone began to ring, startling her out of her trance. Serena looked at her phone with new hope. 'Please let it be Mal'
'Hello?" she asked, sounding like a startled child.
"I've been waiting for you," said the voice on the other line.
"Hello! Who is this?!" But the only reply she received was the dial tone. At that point it felt as if someone had reached in and sucked all the breath from her lungs.
She hung up her phone and raced back to her car. Grabbing her walkie-talkie she had been using to communicate with the others, Serena tried to get hold of the others.
"Malachite!" she gasped
"Where the hell are you? We've been trying to reach you on your cell phone but it's blocked! WHERE ARE YOU?" he replied frantically, he'd been uneasy ever since Tristan had called saying her cell phone was out of distance.
"The mission!" cried Serena out of breath.
"What about it?" Malachite was getting more worried by the second. Here he was driving, right behind Serena and then the next thing he knew he had lost her in the fog. And now here she was in hysterics on the phone. What's a guy to do?
"It's been complicated; someone knows were here!"
"Who does?" asked Malachite in a dead serious tone of voice.
Malachite had started to fret even more; sure he had been on missions before but never with Serena. If anything, Serena was his salvation, from his chaotic world of destruction. She was the only person that knew him inside out. Pictures of her and him bearing kids together passed through his mind. Everything he did was for her.
'God why didn't Kenneth do his job instead of making Serena do it for him! She's not the cut out for this type profession!' She was the only girl for him he thought to himself but hearing her like this terrified him out of his mind. He loved her dearly and he would kill anything that made her feel less significant than her bubbly self.
"I don't know I just received a phone call. It was some woman! She said I've been waiting for you... and then the line went dead" she choked, still desperately trying to reach for some air.
"It's ok, relax. Breathe in and out, in and out. We're here let's just get into the house and we'll take it from there." He said as he pulled up next to her car and tried to calm her.
As they reached the town she took a dirt road that lead to their new home. The house was HUGE! It was a mansion rather than a house, especially with the new training room her father had established there just weeks before. Last time she had seen it it'd been bright and warm, but now the mansion was cold and dark.
"Who's going to go down to the basement to turn on the power?" asked Jadeite as he came closer to Malachite sounding as if he was afraid of the dark.
"Get the hell away!" he said as he carried the sleeping Serena who was still not quite herself.
DARIEN
"Alone in the bed I see you sleep Having dreams About a world you think is true A world were logic rules And everything is done by a book Let me give you a small fact There is no truth. You believe in love You believe in popularity But in the end my sweet you'll soon realize Everything you've come to despise is true Witches are real"
The chanting in Darien's dream faded away as he awoke with a start. Sheets drenched with sweat as drops fell off his soaked body. Gasping for breath he quickly reached for the phone.
But it was not to be.
It rang before he would pick it up.
"Witches are real and you've got an angry one after you!" said the chilling voice on the phone.
"WHO IS THIS?!"
"Five decedents in a row Their generations yet to know Fiery pits to meet their grave Their secrets only witches know
'Cause remember my last, A PROMISE IS A PROMISE!"
Was the last thing he heard after the dial tone.
As he hung up the immediately phone it rang once again.
"Hello?!"
AH! A cliffy!!! Hehe! Now would you people be so kind, and leave a review? That's the only way I can survive a live to please. SO PLEASE REVIEW??
By tinkerbell051
Edited by: Sailor Angel
I'd like to thank my editor, for with out her this chapter would never come out! : P
New York
It was the dead of night when she left the mansion.
The highways, the traffic, the smells and sounds of the city were what she loved.
Leaving New York would undoubtedly be the hardest thing she would ever have to do. She adored the city; it was not only her home but her life.
After leaving the bright lights far behind, with her men tailing at the rear, Serena popped a CD of classical music in the stereo calm her nerves. It was the only type of music that Kenneth and Serena could ever compromise on. Between hip-hop, rap, 60's and 70's music, they both appreciated Classical.
Her father...
Things were going to be so hard with out him; how was she going to survive this new change? She thought about her grandfather and what he'd told her about marriage. How was she to supposed to go about doing it? Choose a man and bear his children? Bear his children?! The very thought of that scared her out of her wits.
Serena snapped out of her reverie and noticed she'd come to a crossroad that mirrored her life. She felt as though she was at crossroads in her life and was being forced to choose something she wasn't even sure she wanted. The choices she made weren't just about moving to Massachusetts, or to return to New York and forget about all this, but also what kind of lifestyle she would have to lead for the rest of her life.
Having children with the new life she'd have to lead? No freaking way.
Contemplating these choices mentally, turning them this way and that, she chose the detour to Massachusetts. After all, a promise is a promise, and she was bound by invisible ties to keep her agreement. Serena was met with an eerie silence as the stereo mysteriously shut off on its own. And refused turn back on as she stabbed the buttons angrily with her finger.
"Damned piece of shit!!" she yelled in frustration, as she slammed her palm on the dashboard.
She kept on driving in silence, alone with her thoughts, looking once or twice at the navigator.
Serena thought back on the men she'd have to choose. More than likely she would have to marry one of her own men. She knew them longer than anyone else; they had been there since before she could remember and a couple of years older. Their fathers too, were in the mafia.
She reached a sign that welcomed her to Pinecrest.
She turned to look once more at the screen,
'God, why now? Why did she have to choose?!'
Once she had thought those words something or someone had rushed out into the road.
Serena slammed on the breaks; the car swerved on the road on the pavement everything was a blur and finally came to a complete halt. Serena, a bit dazed, rushed out of her car to see what she had hit. She was met with a wall of fog. The fog had consumed her. She couldn't see and inch passed her car.
Nothing was there. At least that's what she hoped. She heard a strange yet familiar voice right next to her.
"Serena...."
She reached for the holster on her thigh for her revolver, and aimed in each direction. She looked out on the road in the direction in which she was coming from. The fog became thicker she couldn't see past her gun. This was no ordinary fog; it seemed mystical some how. She summoned the magic she had to control the weather but the fog wouldn't budge, only a small part moved so she could see her car now.
'Where were her men when she needed them?'
As she continued to aim her gun for security, her cell phone began to ring, startling her out of her trance. Serena looked at her phone with new hope. 'Please let it be Mal'
'Hello?" she asked, sounding like a startled child.
"I've been waiting for you," said the voice on the other line.
"Hello! Who is this?!" But the only reply she received was the dial tone. At that point it felt as if someone had reached in and sucked all the breath from her lungs.
She hung up her phone and raced back to her car. Grabbing her walkie-talkie she had been using to communicate with the others, Serena tried to get hold of the others.
"Malachite!" she gasped
"Where the hell are you? We've been trying to reach you on your cell phone but it's blocked! WHERE ARE YOU?" he replied frantically, he'd been uneasy ever since Tristan had called saying her cell phone was out of distance.
"The mission!" cried Serena out of breath.
"What about it?" Malachite was getting more worried by the second. Here he was driving, right behind Serena and then the next thing he knew he had lost her in the fog. And now here she was in hysterics on the phone. What's a guy to do?
"It's been complicated; someone knows were here!"
"Who does?" asked Malachite in a dead serious tone of voice.
Malachite had started to fret even more; sure he had been on missions before but never with Serena. If anything, Serena was his salvation, from his chaotic world of destruction. She was the only person that knew him inside out. Pictures of her and him bearing kids together passed through his mind. Everything he did was for her.
'God why didn't Kenneth do his job instead of making Serena do it for him! She's not the cut out for this type profession!' She was the only girl for him he thought to himself but hearing her like this terrified him out of his mind. He loved her dearly and he would kill anything that made her feel less significant than her bubbly self.
"I don't know I just received a phone call. It was some woman! She said I've been waiting for you... and then the line went dead" she choked, still desperately trying to reach for some air.
"It's ok, relax. Breathe in and out, in and out. We're here let's just get into the house and we'll take it from there." He said as he pulled up next to her car and tried to calm her.
As they reached the town she took a dirt road that lead to their new home. The house was HUGE! It was a mansion rather than a house, especially with the new training room her father had established there just weeks before. Last time she had seen it it'd been bright and warm, but now the mansion was cold and dark.
"Who's going to go down to the basement to turn on the power?" asked Jadeite as he came closer to Malachite sounding as if he was afraid of the dark.
"Get the hell away!" he said as he carried the sleeping Serena who was still not quite herself.
DARIEN
"Alone in the bed I see you sleep Having dreams About a world you think is true A world were logic rules And everything is done by a book Let me give you a small fact There is no truth. You believe in love You believe in popularity But in the end my sweet you'll soon realize Everything you've come to despise is true Witches are real"
The chanting in Darien's dream faded away as he awoke with a start. Sheets drenched with sweat as drops fell off his soaked body. Gasping for breath he quickly reached for the phone.
But it was not to be.
It rang before he would pick it up.
"Witches are real and you've got an angry one after you!" said the chilling voice on the phone.
"WHO IS THIS?!"
"Five decedents in a row Their generations yet to know Fiery pits to meet their grave Their secrets only witches know
'Cause remember my last, A PROMISE IS A PROMISE!"
Was the last thing he heard after the dial tone.
As he hung up the immediately phone it rang once again.
"Hello?!"
AH! A cliffy!!! Hehe! Now would you people be so kind, and leave a review? That's the only way I can survive a live to please. SO PLEASE REVIEW??