First, I would like to apologize for this long over due update, I wanted to revise this fic before I did anything else and I was working on Bittersweetness, so again, I apologize for the neglection. Second, as you can see I have revised the other chapters and Third, I plan to end this fic around chapter 12 if possible. I just want to get this and Trust out of the way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or it's characters.

Chapter 8

"I saw her."

Brown eyes wander to the figure walking through the doorway. When they recognized the person they went back to reading the passage of the page in the open book sitting on his lap. He licked his finger and turned the page.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. Blonde hair, blue eyes with a dark haired male as her companion….positive"

The newcomer looked toward the figure sitting in the middle of the room. He sat with his leg crossed over the other at a round table covered with a dozen open books and scattered papers. The one in the chair nodded causing chocolate strands to fall into his face from his long ponytail pulled up loosely.

"Did you find out anything?" he asked closing the book and reaching for another.

"Well, she wanted a card reading.…… lets just say, I found out a lot of interesting things."

He walked over to stand opposite the male in the chair. The brunette paid no mind and continued to flip through the pages occasionally marking them by folding down the corners.

"Like?"

"He's already made contact with her but she's oblivious or ignoring his true intentions."

"Of course she is, Serenity was so, it's only natural for her to be the same."

The standing male moved his hands through his blonde hair to pull the ponytail tighter. With his hazel eyes he questioned him further.
"So what happens now?"

"We wait." was the short response.

"That's it? Nephrite, I don't know……She's already been bitten and it's only a matter of time before she turns."

"She will only turn completely if she gets her first taste, which will not happen."

Zoicite frowned and made a disgusted sound.

"How can you be sure?"

"Serenity is strong, she will never allow herself to kill and she will never allow herself to be manipulated by Demando."

The blonde narrowed his eyes at the exaggeration. If he didn't know any better, Nephrite despised the head vampire, but the question was: for what reason?

"You speak his name with such hostility. Something tells me there is more to this than you're willing to reveal."

Nephrite stopped reading and looked up at the blonde in front of him. His face held no expression, which made Zoicite nervous. He's seen Nephrite's temper once before and he didn't plan nor care to experience it again. His brows rose when the brunette smiled and the blonde relaxed.

"Did you see that? Or was that a guess?"

"I know that there are things that you continue to hold back and I can see it in your eyes that you are no ordinary mortal. There is too much wisdom there. I don't need my gift to see that."

Nephrite smirks and places the book back on the table. A few minutes pass and Zoicite didn't think he was going to explain any further until Nephrite cleared his throat and turned to him.

"Demando killed my wife." he whispered.

Zoicite's brows rose. He would never had expected Nephrite to have been married and it disturbed him that he actually couldn't see that.

"It was over a century and a half ago. I do believe it was around the same time of Serenity and Endymion's third reincarnation. Then, they were known as Natasha and Samuel. Our marriage was fine except for one minor detail."

"What was that?"

"She was the slayer…" he continued when no reply came "….but the problem with being the chosen one is not just the danger it's also the responsibility that comes with the duty. When she accepted the job, she accepted immortality."

Nephrite rose from the chair and walked to the bookcase to search through the volumes.

"When Demando ran her through with his shiny little sword and left her for death…." he sneered "…..she passed her immortality, her duty…she passed them to me so I could avenge her and avenge myself."

He pulled a book from the shelf and walked back to the table. Zoicite remained in one spot and just watched.

"As the demon hunter I am determined to finish what my wife began. She had notes on the vampire that date back fifteen centuries--five hundred years before he met Serenity and this obsession he has gives me the advantage to kill him."

Zoicitie nodded and chose this time to pull out a chair to rest his legs.

"So who is the dark haired woman who follows behind him? I sense guilt, a lot of it at that."

Nephrite snorted and stroked his chin with his fingers. "Ah, the infamous Raychel. She betrayed her best friend and sold her soul for the affections of a man. If she must feel guilty it should be for that reason. I might be able to use her conscience against her, either that or use it to persuade her to help us."

Silence filled the room as the two continued to flip through the pages, obviously searching for something. Zoicite marked a page then closed the book looking at Nephrite across the table.

"You never told me your wife's name."

Nephrite stared at an invisible spot behind the blonde's shoulder. He shook his head and turned his attention back to the hard binder book.

"Makoto. Her name was Makoto."

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She was happy. That was the only feeling washing through her body and coursing through her veins, like being warmed by the Sun's beams. She just couldn't explain it any other way. She was deeply in love, which is what she announced to her friend the day before and now she was going to announce it again.

Raising her skirts she ran up the stairs in glee. She had something she needed to tell him. She finally knew what she wanted. . . . . .who she wanted and that person was only a few feet away. Now that she thought about it, she really shouldn't be there seeing as she wasn't married and neither was he. The situation was scandalous, but she didn't care. She would be married soon enough.

When she reached the landing she slowed a bit trying to catch her breath from the sprint up the stairs. She didn't need to call his name, she knew where his room was. She used to play there as a child and though she hadn't stepped foot in there in over ten years, she remembered well. From her position she could see his door cracked open and as she came closer she could hear soft groans coming from within.

She pushed the door slightly so that her head could fit through and when she peered in she wished she hadn't. Two figures laid in the middle of the bed intimately. She watched as their hands explored each other's body twisting and turning within the sheets that covered their naked forms. When she saw the familiar mop of jet black hair she turned away from the door and tears spilled down her cheeks. She would never forget how he ran his fingers caressed through her long raven hair. . . . . . . . . .

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Serena sat up in bed. She swallowed hard and looked toward the clock on her night stand. She groaned when five-nineteen glared back at her. She placed her face in her hands and pulled back startled as her palms became wet. Serena swiped her fingers along her cheeks and realized that she was crying.

She stared at her hands in confusion. Why was she crying? Was the dream that affective? She couldn't remember and it only made her want to force the memory out even more and that's what she spent the half hour doing until her eyes closed to continue the sleep she was interrupted from.

Her lids were only closed for two minutes before flashes of naked bodies, white sheets and black hair appeared in her mind.

Serena stared into the blackness of her room in shock, disgust and plain jealousy. Was someone trying to tell her something? If this was someone's idea of a sick joke then she……what would she do? It's not like someone could play around with her dreams unless it was God and he was too busy for games. So what does it mean to have dreams about your partner in bed with someone else? His hair was longer, but she was definitely sure it was Darien, and why did she have the urge to pull out the woman's hair strand by strand?

*because you wish that you were in that bed instead of her*

No, I don't!

*If you said that one hundred times more you'd still feel the same way*

……

*I can't hear you* her mind teased.

I hate you!

She frowned and rolled her eyes when she could hear it laughing.

So, now that she realized her feelings for Darien (what ever they were), what was she to do now? She turned on the lamp and stared at the phone next to her. She knew she wasn't going to get anymore sleep if she didn't just pick it up and dial his number. After five minutes of hesitation and much coercion from her annoying subconscious she finally heard the ringing on the other line.

When she heard his hoarse voice on the other end her throat clenched up.

"Hello," he repeated. When she heard the familiar irritated sigh she cleared her throat.

"Darien, it's Serena."

Darien sat up in his bed now fully awake and frowned. "Serena, are my ears deceiving me or are you awake before me?"

Serena rolled her eyes, "ha ha ha, you're just too funny, I'm on the floor laughing hysterically right now as we speak."

He chuckled at her sarcasm. "Wait let me record this conversation so someone will believe me when I tell them this happened…."

Serena could hear the drawers in his night stand opening and closing and she began to bite the inside of her cheek.

"Darien, if you'd just stop and listen so I can say this before I lose my nerve."

The noise stopped and she knew she had his attention now. "Go on."

She licked her dry lips and continued. "I would like….totakeyououttodinner."

"Excuse me? Could you say that again and this time slower."

She let out a nervous breath. "I want to take you out to dinner."

She was answered with silence. "Darien, did you hear me?"

"Um, yes, but I'm not sure I heard you right. Did you just ask me out?"

"Yes."

"like on a date?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because, I think it's time that we settle a few things. So, do you accept or not?"

"Uh, yea……of course." he answered quickly as if the offer would be taken away at any moment.

"Tonight? eight o'clock?"

"Sure." he answered

"Good, now maybe I can get some sleep." with that the line went dead.

Darien stared at the receiver in amazement. Was he dreaming? He had just been asked out by the girl he's been lusting after since the day her met her. He knew something was between them, but he had always thought that he was going to make the first move. He had always thought that it would be him waking her up early in the morning to ask her on a much needed date. Once again, Serena caught him off guard and that made him smile. He was very close.….very.

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There was tension in the air. Serena thought that she would go to Starbucks and get her Vanilla Latte like she did every morning, go to work and then straight home to get ready for the date, but it's obvious she didn't think hard enough. She wasn't expecting the tingling sensation as one trickle of sweat rolled down her spine because Darien stood in the line next to her.

She was nervous. There had never been a time where Serena was nervous, well not in a way where she was unable to hide it, still here she was standing next to Darien and she couldn't even look him in the eye nonetheless stop sweating and Darien hadn't said a word yet.

Darien stared at her with his deep blues and raised one brow smiling.

Oh, how cute! She's nervous!

Serena could feel his staring and turned to him. "What?"

He shrugs and licks his lips. "Nothing."

"Then why are you staring at me?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.

He snorted. "I just think it's cute and all that you're nervous."

She gave a short laugh, "I am not nervous."

As soon as she saw his don't shit with me expression she relented. "Well, just a little."

He smiled at her, but it wasn't his usual teasing smile that always made Serena red in the face. No, it was a smile of understanding, a sincere one.

"Me too."

He grabbed her hand and glided his fingers through hers clenching her hand lighting. After five minutes Serena realized they were still holding hands as his thumb caressed her skin and she began to relax. Their hands remained attached even after they climbed into a taxi.

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*ring*

"Serena Kyle……Hey Justin! What's going on?"

Darien looked up from his work station and peered across his desk toward Serena. She had the phone to her ear and while she listened to Justin's voice on the other end she jotted down a few things on the yellow pad.

"This happened today?" she asked and nodded when she got an answer.

"Oh, this morning……"

Darien leaned over the desk. "Hey, what happened?"

"Hold on for a minute Justin….." she moved the receiver from her mouth, "……Mina Sinclair's body was found floating around in the Hudson river early this morning. They did an autopsy on her this afternoon, but they won't release any information, not even Justin knows."

"Ask him what room they're keeping her body." he whispered back.

"What?" she said, this time covering the receiver with her hand and leaning toward Darien.

"What room is she in? I want to see the body."

"Why?"

"I have a feeling, just trust me."

Serena nodded and uncovered the phone. "Do you have a room number?"

Serena wrote it down then hung up the phone. Darien looked at his watch and stood up from his chair flipping off his computer as he pushed in his chair.

"Where are you going? we have to get started on this article."

"I'm going to get a look at the body, the Morgue closes at five so by the time I get there nobody will be around."

Serena gave him a mock salute. "Well, have fun."

"I will and so will you since you're coming with me."

She chuckled, "funny." she said, but when she saw his serious face, she stopped laughing and fear settled into her features.

"But, Darien! I hate the Morgue. Why do you think I always send you in there?" she whined.

"Serena, you did that out of spite! You're going!" he smiled.

"But…."

"No buts."

"Darien…."

"You're going." she pouted and sat back in her chair childishly.

"I hate you."

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"Darien….."

"Shhh…."

Serena followed Darien down the stairs to the lower level of the building. The lights were on in the hallways and nobody was around. Serena moved closer to Darien and looked over her shoulder making sure no one surprised them from behind.

When they came to room LL10 Darien pushed open the door and peered in. He ran his hand along the wall and with a flick of his wrist the room flooded with a dim light. He pulled Serena in after him and closed the door.

Serena bit her lip when her eyes landed on the sheet covered body lying on the table. There were cabinets lined along the back wall, which made her shiver knowing that more bodies laid within. Darien moved toward the table and pulled the sheet back to the girl's decaying shoulders. Serena didn't follow.

"Just what I thought."

"What?"

"She has the same marks as the first victim…..here come see."

Serena remained standing against the door. "I can see fine from here."

Darien rolled his eyes and walked over to her. "No you can't."

When he started pulling her closer he ended up dragging her instead. Her heals were pressing into the floor and Serena was punching Darien in the arm and scratching him on the hand that held her wrist.

"Stop! Darien!…This isn't funny!"

He placed her right in front of the table. She stood stiff and made a disgusted sound as she looked at the moldy leftovers of the girl that disappeared after the ball a couple of months ago.

"See, there's nothing to be afraid of. She's not going to jump up and bite you." Darien said.

Serena relaxed a bit and leaned over to get a better look. Unexpectedly the girl's arm fell off the table startling Serena. She stumbled back and collided into the cabinets with a huge bang sending one of the cabinets swinging open with the dead body frozen on top.

Serena took one look at the open cabinet and jumped on Darien wrapping her legs around his midsection and her arms around his neck. Darien would have laughed if his circulation wasn't being cut off.

"Serena! Calm down! …….I can't breathe." he said as her arms tightened even more.

"You calm down! That thing just tried to attack…..Oh my God!" Darien looked up at her. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide aimed at something behind his back. He took a couple of deep breaths when her arms loosened.

"Look, Darien Look!"

Darien turned around, but Serena was blocking his view on the account of her legs clutching his waist and her chest in his face.

"Uh, Serena……I know that sometimes fear brings about sex, but really…… this is not the time."

Serena frowned and rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Reid"

When she jumped down he peered into the cabinet. "Oh shit. That's…. that's "

"Michael Greene." she finished.

Darien could see faint lines at the top of Greene's chest. He pulled the cabinet out further and the long scratches came into view.

"Finger nails…." She said running her own fingers over the wounds.

"Either that or he was attacked by a bear." Serena ignored the joke and examined his neck where the marks resided. Darien and Serena gave each other knowing looks.

"So this is where he's been for the past couple of months. I thought he was on vacation."

"Maybe it was short-lived…" he looked over at Serena, "……or maybe someone wanted it to look like he was on vacation."

"A conspiracy?" With his nod Serena sighed.

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Serena sat on her couch her legs crossed and her fingers entwined. She switched legs now crossing her left over her right and looked toward the clock. For the first time she was actually on time for something. Won't Darien be surprised.

After the visit to the Morgue and Serena getting the crap scared out of her Darien had suggested that maybe the date be postponed for a better time. She had refused absolutely determined to prove to herself that there was nothing between them but friendship even though her mind was saying the opposite. But if she didn't feel anything romantic for him then why was she nervous? And why did her knees go all wobbly when he held her hand?

And why the hell were the numbers on the clock going backwards?

Darien decided to pick her up with much disagreement since Serena was the one who asked him out. She let him get his way for that, but she would stick her head in a toilet before she let him pay for the bill.

When the bell rang, Serena jumped up from the couch. While she got her heart to stop pounding so fast she straightened out the sexy black dress, her favorite dress because it made her hips and butt look great. She lingered on that thought before walking over to the door.

Darien's eyes widened when he saw her. He had to swallow a couple of times before he gained the confidence to speak.

"Wow." was all he could say. Serena smiled and scrutinized his appearance.

He was wearing black slacks, a dress shirt and a sports jacket. "You look great too. I like your hair." she said.

"It's that messy-nice style you claimed you like so much," he commented winking at her. She blushed lightly and followed him out of the door.

The restaurant was called L'Orange Bleue, this little French bistro with a bar, music and lots of energy. Serena chose this place because she didn't want their date to be the typical formal outing that she had with Nicholas on countless occasions. She wanted it to be different with Darien, something that would meet both their tastes. She wanted him to have fun, which is exactly what he was doing.

Darien threw back his head as another outburst of laughter erupted which mingled with the background music and the people's chatter. Serena popped a shrimp in her mouth as she chuckled along with Darien. She blushed as Darien's blue gaze wouldn't leave her face.

"What?"

He shrugged, "Nothing, I was just thinking about the first time we met."

She giggled putting her hand to her mouth. "Oh, you mean when you was standing in front of Andrew telling him that I was an incompetent ditz who would bring down the whole newspaper with my insignificant writing."

Darien nearly choked on his water. "How did you know about that?"

"I sort of overheard the conversation when I was called in the first day." she murmurs smiling sheepishly.

Darien raised a brow.

"You mean, you were eavesdropping as usual. Besides, I didn't call you a ditz."

"Oh really…" she gins.

"I called you a twit….." she laughs, "…..I was, of course, lying. I was just….."

"Intimidated," she offers. He frowns

"Just a little….." he gestures with his index finger and thumb "…….I wasn't used to competition. I was used to being the top reporter and then you come along and now I wasn't anymore."

Serena remained quiet. She didn't know what to say, Darien had never really complimented her writing before.

"I was more upset that you actually worked for that cheap magazine when you could've put your skills to better use."

"Well…" she shrugged, "….It was my first job, what did you expect. I was young."

"You're hair was longer too. Why'd you cut it anyway?" he asked picking a shrimp off her plate barely missing her hand that slapped it away.

"It kept getting in the way. When we were running from that mobster my braid got caught in the door nearly ripping my head in two…..that's when I knew it had to go."

They shared another laugh before they signaled the waitress for the bill, which they both grabbed at the same time.

"Darien, let me pay for it." Serena said tugging on the paper.

"No, I'm the guy, I should pay."

"What are you talking about, I'm the one who asked you out so I should be the one to pay."

"No….Serena.." he immediately stopped his complaint when he saw the look she gave him. He shrugged and gave a cheeky smile and slid the bill over to her. "Never mind."

"Thank you."

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"Do you want to come in for some coffee?"

Darien shrugs. "Sure."

Serena closes the door behind them and throws her keys onto the side table next to the couch.

"Make yourself comfortable while I make the coffee."

"Okay."

After a few minutes of changing sitting positions of the couch Darien rose and made his way into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools. He watched her shuffle around the kitchen grabbing mugs from the cabinets washing the dishes in the sink and singing what ever song under her breath.

She winked at him and disappeared into the bedroom. "Be back in a second."

*you know you want to*

Want to what?

*Kiss her*

What gave you that idea?

*Well, the flashes in your head are a dead give away*

……

*Just do it!*

What if she slaps the hell out of me?

*She won't, you guys have chemistry. She wants you just as much as you want her. Now stop being a coward!*

When Serena emerged from the room she was munching on a Milky Way bar. Darien smiled, she always did love her chocolate. It was always the same, she would eat the candy bar, throw the wrapper away and start a conversation without realizing the caramel on her bottom lip.

Serena poured him some coffee and handed him the cup. "Why are you smiling like that?"

Darien stood up and walked over to her with the grin still on his face.

"You have a little caramel on your lip."

When she went to wipe it off, he stopped her. "Wait, I got it."

Please Lord, don't let her slap me.

Darien lifted her chin and leaned his face toward hers. She could feel his breath on her lips as he softly brushed his against hers until bringing her bottom lip into his mouth and licking the caramel off. Serena's breath hitched and her eyes closed. Before he could go any further the phone rang.

Serena pulled back and cleared her throat. "Excuse me for one minute."

When Serena picked up he phone her smiled faltered. "Um, Hi Nicholas."

"No, I didn't get to check my messages yet. How many did you leave? Two….okay."

Darien stood in the background with a frown. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was tapping his foot on the floor in annoyance. He never did like Nicholas, but now he despised him. This was supposed his night with Serena and Diamond was ruining it.

"Where was I tonight?" She repeats his questions while looking at Darien and then back at the wall where the phone was situated.

"I was………out." she answers causing Darien to shake his head.

As Serena hung up the phone Darien walked up to stand behind her.

"Why didn't you tell him the truth, Serena?"

"I did tell him the truth." she replied walking around Darien's frame and heading into the bedroom.

Darien followed. "No, I mean, why didn't you tell him that you were out with me?!!"

"Because he didn't need to know that!"

Serena sat on the bed and looked up at him.

"Do you expect to date us both? Do you even care about me at all?"

"Of course I do! I'm just a little……..confused." she whispered the last part and lowered her head.

"You're confused? So what are you going to do? You can't just string me along, it's not fair."

Serena jumped up from the bed.

"Oh, you're one to talk. You, who has a different girl every damn week!"

She walks over to the answering machine and presses the rewind button. When it stops Darien walks over to her and whispers in her ear before she can push play.

"Don't push that button, Serena."

"Give me one good reason not to." she snaps

"If you push that button then you will never know how it feels to have someone love you whole heartedly. You will never know that those girls that you're so quick to mention meant nothing to me. You will never know that they were there merely as a distraction from a blonde who sits across from me everyday. If you push that button, Serena……..you will never know what it will be like to have a partner who shares the same job as well as the same bed."

Serena closes her eyes as tears begin to appear. Darien moves away from her and stands in the middle of the room with his hands in his pocket and his back to her. When Darien feels a tap on his shoulder he turns around and finds Serena standing in front of him with tears gliding down her cheeks. Before he could respond her hands grab his shirt collar and brings his lips down to meet her own.

This wasn't like the kiss they shared earlier, It wasn't a hesitant kiss filled with insecurity. It was kiss full of heat and passion as Darien wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. He nudged her up against the wall lightly pushing her arms above her head and trailed kisses along her neck.

Serena's legs felt like they were jelly. She just knew that if he wasn't holding her up, she would have collapsed on the floor already.

"Oh God…" she whispers as Darien's hands travel to her legs lifting the skirt just enough enabling her to wrap her legs around his waist as he carries her to the bed with her shoes falling off on the way there.

Serena throws her head back. Something was erupting inside her as he started kissing and touching her in places that brought her nothing but complete and utter pleasure causing her nails to dig into Darien's back. Her teeth were clenched together and her breathing was shallow. A fire was igniting within her and her body was beginning to convulse and she can't help but cry out.

She laid her sweating forehead on Darien's shoulder as he continued to kiss her neck. She had never experienced anything like that before and they were still fully clothed. She couldn't explain it, her body felt more alive and she couldn't shake the tingling sensation that traveled through her whole body.

Her body was hungry. She could smell the blood on Darien's back and she wondered what it would taste like. Maybe sweet like the chocolate she so loved to eat.

When Serena opened her eyes to see the scratches on his back her eyes were no longer sapphire blue, but a bright hazel red. The smell was stronger now and a taste wouldn't hurt, right? She closed her eyes and reveled in the pleasant aroma, but when she ran her tongue along the sharp fangs at the roof of her mouth, she pulled away from Darien quickly and jumped off the bed.

Darien stared at her confused as she stood up against the wall as if she was afraid of him. Her hands flew to her mouth and she made a sob when she felt the fangs with her fingers.

"Serena, what's wrong?"

Her eyes were on the floor before meeting his. When Darien sees her glowing eyes gasps in surprise.

"Darien, stay away from me…" she said moving toward the door slowly, "……I'm dangerous."

As Darien made an attempt to move off the bed Serena fled from the room and threw open the front door before disappearing down the hallway with Darien screaming after her.

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She had been walking the streets for two whole hours. She knew Darien must've been freaking out with worry since she ran out on him, but what could she have done. If she would've stayed there with him, she might've hurt him or she could have done worse.

She was so confused and her head was pounding, but it wasn't the usual headaches like she used to get. No, this one was a dull aching as if telling her that she needed something, like it was trying to guide her somewhere. And the more she refused the more it pounded until it was turning her vision fuzzy and she had to lean on the building for support.

She didn't want to, but her body was screaming for it. She shook her head making the pounding worse, but she didn't care. Her own free will was keeping her from doing what her mind screamed and demanded from her. She would rather die, she wanted to die.

"Come to me, Serenity."

She lifted her head to see Nicholas staring at her. His hands were in his pockets and his violet gaze was steady. It was almost like he knew the reason she was standing on the sidewalk confused and shoeless.

"What did you say?……who is this Serenity?"

"Come, Amare." He held out his hand and waited for her response.

"You did this didn't you?" When no response came she banged her fists against the building causing the bricks to crack. "Answer me, damn it!"

"All will be revealed, just come with me."

Serena bites her bottom lip. The fangs were gone now, but she knew they would be back, which was why she couldn't go back to Darien. Just when she was finally sorting out the jumbled mess in her head she gets something else thrown at her and this changed everything. Who was she supposed to be with? Her heart knew but there was still that doubt in the back of her mind. And if it was Nicholas she wondered what price she would have to pay in order to be with him.

Serena swallowed and looked in the direction of her apartment where she left Darien. They were so close, it's funny how plans change and now needed to leave for awhile if not for the sake of herself then for the sake of Darien.

And with that, Serena took the offered hand.

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TBC…….

Again I have to apologize for the long wait. Hopefully it won't be such a long wait for the next chapter.

Note: I know I took the whole orgasmic metamorphosis from the movie, but I couldn't help it. You have to admit, that's the best way to bring about a transformation if you know what I mean. *wink wink*

Anyway, don't forget to R&R.