Wow and to think I was worried… I have to say that was my first true romance scene I have ever written… I'm glad you guys are still here!!! Thanks a lot for all the reviews, and your advise on my Wisdom Teeth.
My god I'm glad I never have to go through that again…
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Warnings: Spoiler alert. Minor spoilers… crosses with episode 9... Imagine that… anyway, such episode has already appeared on Adult Swim, so hopefully it's not much of a problem.
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Chapter nine:
Lost but not Forgotten
"I think we should check in for the night," Molly said wearily. She was tired, irritated, and sore all over. They had been traveling for six days by train. The ride had been miserable at best. It hadn't been the greatest trip of her life, but then that was what being cheap got people. They were on a tight budget, so the small compartment had been all that they could afford.
Darien Shields gave his new partner a bored look. Having to listen to her insistent nagging, was grating on his nerves. "Fine," he relented, and steered himself towards the nearest hotel. He wasn't in the mood to ask questions anyway.
Rolling his neck, Darien reached up to massage the part of it that hurt. If he would have known that being sent on a search and rescue was going to commence as soon as he applied for this job, he wouldn't have bothered. He liked his job, being a reporter was what he was good at.
"Good morning sir." The aged man, who stood behind the front desk, flashed them a kind smile. Grudgingly, Darien reached for his wallet, to find himself a credit card. "Two single rooms please." He had to bite off a yawn, before he embarrassed himself in front of the crowd.
Casually his lifted his free hand to cover half his face, while the other expertly slid the blue card forward on the desk.
The older gentlemen's smile broadened, "yes of course. You both look quite tired, I'll have a bellhop send your luggage up, right away." He swiped the card, and when he returned it, handed them their keys at the same time.
"Thanks," Molly muttered, and grabbed her key before Darien could move. "I'll see you later." With that she stalked off. Before she slipped into the elevator, she caught sight of Darien talking with the bellhop.
Pressing the floor she wanted, she waited impatiently. When she reached the right floor, she stepped out as soon as the doors opened, and started down the hall.
Molly stopped at her door, and unlocked it. Throwing it open, she breezed inside, kicking the door shut behind her.
She shrugged off her coat, letting it fall to the floor, as she made her way to the bed. It was seven in the morning, and she was exhausted. Detouring, she stopped at the curtains, and tugged them together, before walking to her bed. "I could sleep for a week," she said, as she fell back onto the hard mattress.
Rolling over onto her side, she closed her eyes, and waited for sleep to take her. When fifteen minutes passed, she let out a curse, as she sprang to her feet. "Dammit," she griped, and stalked towards the door. Throwing it open, she looked down the hall.
"Darien's room has got to be around here somewhere, right?" she asked aloud, as she eyed each door. Sighing, she went next door and knocked. Waiting for a beat, she listened. No sounds… knocking again, she tried harder. Still nothing.
She moved to the door on the other side of her room. She knocked hard, her impatience wearing thin. This time she could hear the thud of feet.
When the door opened, she was greeted with the sight of a young woman, with short blonde hair. Her clothes were tussled, and she looked at Molly with a droll stare. "Yea?" she asked, her blue eyes waiting expectantly.
Molly laughed nervously, and tugged at her shirt furtively. "Umm sorry I'm looking for my friend's room. I didn't-"
"Who is it love?" a voice asked from inside the room. Molly felt her eyes bulge when she realized that the other voice was female, as well. "No body Miche-" and the door slammed in front of her.
Molly turned around, feeling her face burn several shades of red. I did not just see that, she told herself, as she moved to find another door.
She knocked on the door across from hers. When there was no reply, she knocked harder. I swear if he's too lazy to get up, and answer the damn- she started, when the door suddenly swung open, cutting her off.
"God will you stop knocking, cant you see I'm trying to sleep!" the young woman shouted from the doorway. She looked tired, and appeared that she had indeed been woken up from a deep sleep. But Molly hardly noticed that.
"Serena?" she asked, her eyes raking over the figure in front of her. "What the hell happened to you?"
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Go away, she shouted to herself. Groaning, she rolled over onto her stomach, and buried her face into the pillow. "Five more minutes Kiba," she mumbled in the soft pillow, when the sound persisted.
Turning her head, she opened her eyes. Why couldn't they just go away, she asked herself. Planting her hands firmly on the mattress, she pushed herself up, and fell back onto her legs.
"Where am I?" she said aloud, now that she was a little more awake than before. How had she gotten here, she wondered. Voices alerted her that someone was outside her door.
"Kiba," she called out, looking around. She was in a hotel room. Her eyes widened, it was a dream, she thought. All of it, all of it had been some dream!
A swarm of tears filled her eyes. "No, it couldn't."
Suddenly the pounding she had heard was louder, as someone knocked on her own door. "Go away," she said pitifully. She just wanted to be alone.
When the knock persisted, she scrambled off the bed, and stalked towards the door. Throwing it open, she shouted, "God will you stop knocking, cant you see I'm trying to sleep!"
She shot the young woman a glare to emphasize her point, but then she noticed who it was that was at her door.
"Serena," the girl asked, and then as if she was sure she was correct, added, "What the hell happened to you?"
Serena stared at the red haired woman for a second longer, before she asked, "Molly? H-how'd you find me?" she hadn't left a number, hadn't told anyone where she went, so how…
"Serena!" the girl shouted, before throwing herself forward. "Molly," she started, looking down at the girl who hugged her fiercely. "Where have you been," the fiery red head demanded, when she finally pulled away.
"Where have I been," she echoed. Slowly she walked back into her hotel, with Molly following her. Her friend shut the door firmly behind her. "Yea, you've been missing for eight days."
Serena turned, "Eight days?" she asked incredulously. When the other girl nodded, the blonde fell back on the bed. She caught her image in the mirror since the door to the bathroom had been left open. Standing back up, she stared at her reflection.
"Damn girl, you look sexy," Molly said, when she got a good look at her friend. "Like I said, what the hell happened to you?"
It wasn't a dream. It was all that she could think about. All of it, everything had been real.
She wore no shoes, and her socks were missing, because she had lost them back at the pool. Her jeans were dirty and worn out. Holes were forming at her knees, and she had a distinct rip at the back of her left thigh.
Her shirt wasn't any better. It was smudged with dirt, and grass stains. The most stark one was the orange brown stain on her shoulder. The spot where her blood had seeped from the gunshot wound.
Her skin was relatively clean, just accumulated dirt in some places. Her hair was unusually bright and long. Looking down, she held up a few strands of it in her hand.
Someone knocked hard on the door. Both girls looked at it. Serena felt her hopes lift. Kiba. Taking a step forward, she would have ran if given the chance. Unfortunately, Molly beat her to the door and pulled it open.
"Oh great!" the short woman muttered, before pulling back to allow an older man into the room.
He was handsome enough, with short ebony locks, and dark blue eyes. He was dressed casually, and yet still covered for the cold weather outside. When was the sun going to come? Wasn't it summer, she thought, even as she looked over the stranger.
"You found her?" the stranger turned to Molly, giving her an unbelievable stare. Molly shrugged, "Yea, and where were you? I knocked on every door, trying to find you." She gave the taller man a withering look.
The man turned back towards her, his eyes giving her a once over. "I went out to get some coffee. But I found something out, and came looking for you, only I couldn't remember your room number." As he spoke, Serena felt his eyes traveling over her figure, before he finally locked eyes with her.
"What kind of news," the red haired woman slammed the door shut and moved to stand between the two. The man shook his head a bit, before he answered, "I saw one of the men. You know, the one you sketched."
Molly glanced over at Serena, with widened eyes. "Yea, which one?"
Serena felt sort of left out, as the two conversed with one another. She had yet to know the young man's name. "The older one, with light hair. That host said he wore it in a ponytail correct?" Molly nodded. "Yea and he wore leather."
Serena moved forward, "Tsume? You saw Tsume?" she asked the man. She only knew one guy who fit that description.
The dark haired man glanced at her. "He was the guy you went to the restaurant with, right? Him and that kid. I saw that guy meet up with another. They were heading North when-"
"No!" Serena lunged at the older guy, and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. "When, how long ago," she asked frantically. They couldn't have left me, she thought in a panic. Not now.
"Serena!" Molly shouted, and wrenched the girl away from the stranger. "What has gotten into you?"
Shaking her head, Serena stared at the pair. Heading North, she thought meekly. They were going to paradise without her. Her bottom lip trembled. "I-I need some time…" she started for the bathroom door, ignoring her friend's words, as she entered the room, and shut them out.
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Serena felt like she was on autopilot as soon as she was alone. Moving about the bathroom, she undressed, and went about prepping for a hot shower. When she was sure the water was nearly boiling, she climbed in, and wrench the curtain shut.
She winced as the scolding water hit her skin repeatedly. But the feel of it made her forget about the tears she desperately wanted to release.
The shower soaked her, and she let it run over her body for a good fifteen minutes, before she started moving. Reluctantly, she took the packet of sample shampoo, and washed her hair, scrubbing out the dirt and rocks, that had accumulated from sleeping on the ground.
Rinsing her hair, became a feat in its own. The task easily distracted her from the thoughts her mind kept wandering to. Once that was finished, and she was sure she had cleaned out of all traces of shampoo, she reached for the fresh bar of soap.
She scrubbed her body raw, rubbing and rubbing, until her skin was red. She continued to scrub, her movements harsh, and rushed.
Serena let the water rinse her body, as she continued to lather more and more soap onto her skin. As she washed, and as she scrubbed, she thought about the last time she bathed. That thought brought along the memory of the night of the full moon. Her mind went over every intricate detail. The memories left her feeling raw inside, while her unconscious washing, left her raw on the outside.
It wasn't until forty minutes into her shower, when the water started to cool. She hardly noticed at first. She had hardly noticed Molly banging on the door, or the man's shouts of concern from behind the locked door of the bathroom. When the water became ice cold, she finally blinked out of her trance. Looking down, she realized that she had been scrubbing her skin with her bare hands, just like that time in the pool.
Clenching her fists, she finally shut the water off, and wrenched the curtain aside. She stared at the door, half expecting to find her white wolf looking at her in interest.
But the door was closed, and she was alone in the bathroom.
Tears filled her eyes, as she gathered some towels, and started drying off her skin. She was vaguely aware of using the towel to dry some of her hair. Looking about herself, she took the white hotel bathrobe, and slipped it on.
Serena left the bathroom, only to find the room she had woken up in, empty. A pair of clean clothes were laid out on the bed. Moving towards them, she spotted a note.
Went to call Nathan, be back in ten, Serena read silently to herself.
Serena dropped the robe, and dressed in the black turtleneck, and khaki pants. She had to use the belt left out, in order to keep the slacks from slipping too low. Simple black socks went on her feet, along with a pair of casual black heels. Molly's favorite, she thought.
They felt weird. Moving around the room, she tested out the heels. They looked good with the outfit, but she felt uncomfortable wearing them. But it was all she had to work with at the moment.
Serena walked back into the bathroom, she fished into her pants pocket for her money. Stuffing the wad into her back pocket of her slacks, she decided she would need to do something with her hair.
Since there weren't any scissors, she borrowed one of the ribbons that tied one of the hand towels. Serena braided her hair to the best of her ability, and tied the end with the lavender color ribbon.
Inspecting her image in the mirror, she sighed. She definitely didn't look like the girl she had seen when she had left her apartment. Her reflection showed off someone else's face, one she could hardly recognize.
Serena returned to the room, only to find that Molly and that guy hadn't come back yet. Making her decision, she left the hotel room, not bothering to get the keys. Following the hallway to the elevator, she pressed the button to go down as soon as she reached it.
The others had left her behind. For whatever reason, she planed to follow them.
The doors slid open, so she stepped into the box. "Serena?" The blonde looked up to see her closest friend staring at her from her hotel room door. Lifting her hand, Serena waved, just as the doors closed on her.
In the past, elevators had always felt like they took forever to get anywhere. Today, she had hardly even relaxed when the doors opened again. Stepping out into the lobby, she started for the front doors.
She needed to find a train that was heading North. Maybe she could catch up with the others in the next city. Or maybe even find this Cheza, he was looking for. Kiba had mentioned her last night, when they had ventured out into the city alone together.
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As she walked down the street of an unfamiliar city, she thought about her last conversation with Kiba. Paradise. Kiba was heading to Paradise. But in order to get there he needed Cheza. Serena inwardly shivered, she knew that name. And not from just last night either.
Sighing, she reached up and ruffled her bangs. A small smile lifted the corner of her mouth. "Like old times," she muttered to herself. Only instead of the dumplings that dominated her life as a kid through her late teens, it was a braid.
Serena shook her head, and forced herself to pay attention to her surroundings. "I could use a drink," she mumbled aloud. Turning, she went in search for the closest tavern.
Shoving open the wooden door, she entered the crowded bar. Serena raised an eyebrow at the wooden barrels three groups of men used as tables.
Avoiding them, she moved to the counter, which was only occupied by one other person. Taking her chances with the woman, Serena sat down beside the older blonde. The older woman didn't even look at her as she tipped the glass to her lips and finished off whatever she had been drinking.
Serena blinked, her body jerking with surprise as the group of men behind them applauded the woman. For whatever means, Serena wasn't clued in. Ignoring the whistles, and clapping, she waved a hand to the bartender.
"Yea," he asked, as he made his way towards her. Just then the tavern's door opened again.
"Um, can I get like a Pepsi? Cause alcohol and I don't go very well." She smiled sheepishly at the bartender, who replied with a sort of grunt.
On the other side of the older blonde, someone sat down at the counter the two of them sat at. "I'll have your strongest drink," came the gruff order. At the same time the woman ordered, "I'll have a sherry."
Serena watched as the bartender made their drinks. Tilting her head, she was intrigued when together they gulped down their glass and asked for another.
Feeling envious of their able to intake liquor, she turned away. The few times she had consumed alcohol, she had made a horrible fool out of herself.
When the bartender slid her glass towards her, she smiled gratefully. Tipping the glass she drank heartily from it, letting the liquid squelch her thirst. She had only been listening with one ear to the two's conversation, as she finished her drink and ordered another.
It wasn't until she was halfway through her second, when the woman said something that had her choking on her soda. "There are wolves," the woman said with conviction, her voice barely above a whisper. It was a small admission, hardly audible over the chatter, but Serena had heard her clearly. And it appeared so did the man next to her.
Coughing and spluttering, she shoved back her stool, to look at the woman. "Wolves?" she had caught both of their attention, along with the men who sat at the barrels. "You must tell me, please, where did you see them."
The woman stared at her, with heavy lidded eyes. "The ruins," the stranger told her. Serena felt her heart constrict within her chest. "Here, the wolves are here," she asked, barely able to hold back her excitement. She was so close. Already, she might have found them.
It was then though, that she saw the man who had joined them at the counter. He wore a trench coat, over a distinct military uniform, and a hat on his head. Serena stared at him for a second longer than needed, while he looked at her.
"It's you," she said out loud, her eyes widening in recognition. How could she ever forget him? He had raised his rifle ready to kill Toboe-. No! she screamed to herself. He was here to get them. He wanted to kill the wolves.
"You- you shot me," she grappled for something intelligent to say. "It was you!" Pointing a finger at him, she prayed that she played a big enough scene to get the other men riled up to come to her defense. Pulling the collar of her turtle neck down ruthlessly, she showed the scar the bullet had made.
She noticed the recognition in his face when he saw the mark. He knew who she was. But by then, her hopes were answered when two men who had been sitting at one of the barrels stood, and cornered the older gentlemen.
Smirking confidently, she pulled out a couple of bills, slap them down on the counter, and grabbed the older blonde by the arm. Quickly, she pulled her outside where a big dog was trying to snap its leash to break free.
She barely glanced at him, before her eyes were drawn to something ahead of her. Something had just run around the corner. Two men pushed passed her, to chase whoever it was that had run off.
Serena ignored them, and turned to the woman next to her. But the older woman was staring at the two soldiers, as if in a daze. Sighing, the younger blonde realized that in order to get what she wanted, she would have to wait.
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The next day, after staying at a hotel for the night, Serena went in search for Cher Degre, the blonde woman she had met at the bar the night before. Last night had been a waste of time, since the older woman had been drunk. But today, Serena planned to get all the information she could from her.
Scourging the city took all day. She had looked everywhere for the woman, before heading towards the castle. The older woman had mentioned something about ruins.
Serena stared at the area around her as she walked. She was leaving the city, and entering some kind of forest. Except that there was an open road leading right through it.
Shivering from the cold, she stuffed her hands into her pockets, and picked up her pace. If she didn't find Cher, Serena believed she never would. It was obvious the older woman wasn't planning on staying in this city any longer than Serena was.
Following the dirt path, she sighed. Her feet were beginning to ache, and she was getting hungry. Noodles weren't as satisfying as they used to be. She had been having this strange craving, since she left the hotel four days ago, for something more.
Rubbing her belly, she tried to ignore the odd sounds it made. "Is this… the cemetery of the Darcia family?"
Serena looked ahead of her. Someone stood in the sinking sun, their figure obscured by the blinding light. Moving quickly, the younger woman, was able to make out a defined figure, wearing a light colored coat that nearly reached her knees. "Cher!" Serena called out, trying to catch the older woman's attention.
She started running, wanting to reach the woman before she pulled another disappearing act. "Cher!" She had nearly reached her, when a strong gust of wind tried to shove her forward.
Slowing to a walk, she frowned when the older woman turned to look to her right. Reluctantly, but feeling like she must, she turned to followed the woman's gaze.
A man stood there, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He was dressed in dark robes, pulled tight to his tall figure.
"Darcia?" Cher asked, which had Serena really looking the man over.
No it was impossible, she told herself. The stories her mother told her were make-believe. Fantasies her mother had created to entertain her, when she had a nightmare.
But even as she tired to reassure herself that the woman was mistaken, Serena felt her fists tighten at her sides. This could be the man, mom told me about, she said to herself desperately. Shaking her head, she moved closer to Cher.
Swallowing the collecting saliva in her mouth, she mustered for some means of courage. "Wh-who are you?"
The one eye that wasn't covered looked at her now. It was blue, not dark, but not light either. Its color was vibrant, a certain contrast with the patch that he wore over his other eye.
"Darcia," he said with certainty, not effected by the fact that unlike her companion she didn't know his name.
Shaking her head, Serena replied, "I don't believe you." If he was, who he claimed to be, then the eye behind the patch would be a curse that had been set upon him years ago. That all those who looked upon it, would be put to sleep.
The man descended from the uplift he had been standing on, and made his way towards them. "You do not believe me?" he asked, as he stopped in front of them.
"Darcia is a myth," she said. Like how wolves were a myth, her mind chided. The corner of his mouth lifted in slight amusement. He reached up, almost as if hesitant to do so.
Serena stiffened, her body going rigid in expectation. "You don't believe in who I am and yet you still believe this?"
She stared, as his eyes closed just before he removed the patch over his left eye. She shivered, a coldness seemed to seep inside her. Cher was paralyzed beside her, unwilling to move.
Just before he opened the cursed eye, she looked away. To her horror Cher fell to the ground. The steady fall and rise of her chest hinted to only sleep, though. "Very clever."
When he touched her chin, and tried to force her to look at him, she closed her eyes. "Look at me," he ordered softly, his voice not rising above a soft whisper.
"No," she said in defiance.
"Why?" he asked, his tone light. "You don't believe in the man named Darcia, so prove that he doesn't exist."
That was the problem. She didn't want to know, didn't want to believe. Because if he existed, then so did the others. And that would mean, her whole life had been a lie.
"Open your eyes, and look at me. Prove, that I don't exist," he said gently, his tone soft, even though it was an order.
She felt tears collect in her eyes, threatening to fall. Reluctantly she opened them, the tears burning her eyes, so that she had no choice but to do so.
The first thing she saw was his face, and then his eyes. Both of them stared at her. One blue, while the other was bright gold. A wolf's eye. It was what her mother had always called it.
The stories of wolves, and a world covered in flowers. Of a man who sought the flower maiden in hopes to save the woman he loved.
The man with a cursed wolf's eye.
Tears fell from her eyes. It was all true. All of that her mother had said. Even the tales of her father's demise had to be true then. She was openly crying, even when the tug on her mind told her she was tired. Tears flowed from her eyes, as her chest rose and fell erratically.
As her eyes began to droop, and sleep seemed to consume her more quickly than ever before, she was still able to grasp what he said before she was taken into the darkness of her own mind.
"How intriguing," he mused, as he watched her, as she was slowly pulled into the curse that had been bestowed upon his eye. "The lost but not forgotten… child…"
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Umm… no comment… lol
Well as you can see the hunt to figure out Serena's past begins. It seems there is more to our little Serena then we all thought… but of course you guys knew that.
Sorry guys, I would write more, but I'm still a little sore, and a little nauseated. I'll answer any questions in the next chapter, if this one confused you. Hope you liked it. It only gets more informative from here on out.
Reviews:
Selene: Lol I'm glad I didn't get offed. Thanks for the tip, I pretty much lived off ramen jello and mashed potatos.
kittydemon(usagi): Why was he grumpy… well it wasn't exactly that he was grumpy, he was scared I guess is the emotion I was getting at. In the anime the wolves acted as they were in heaven when it was the full moon. Well during the full moon the wolf in Kiba had more control, and it was pretty much telling him, have your way with her now! And he was fighting it. You know he didn't want to frighten her, or hurt her… and when she mentioned the others he forgot about everything else. The wolf in him wanted to make her his. And well he did…
Jypsee: Yea the hair thing I knew would confuse things. I will say this, its part of her genetic code… more will be explained in later chapters. I did have them put me under, and I woke up… the creepy thing is, I remember everything that happened when I woke during the thing, but for the life of my I don't remember who I left the Dentist and got home… I even asked my mom for a video game to rent and cookie dough ice cream… weird what the mind decides to remember and what it wont…
Queen Diamond: I cant believe they made you watch a movie before hand… I would have freaked… mine was bad, since mine were growing into the back of my molars… and the dentist said they had to dig into bone to get them out… which is why mine went so bad… all they did before hand was warn me that I could go permanently numb…
Serenity Komoshiro: now isn't that the million dollar question… that question will be answered very soon, I promise.
Rayne StarDust: haha full of questions yea!!! Silver eyes yes well, I would have to say that would be her powers acting up. No she isn't Cheza but she has something to do with Cheza. Lets go roll in the grass… lmao. Well I pretty much had him have the angel and devil bit happen. The devil, being his wolf side, wanted to roll in the grass, while the angel, human, didn't want to hurt her… well its obvious which side won… and well Serena wasn't complaining. And yes it very much had to do with the full moon. I think their Wolf nature has more control over them under the full moon.
Blood River: yes I very much agree a sniper saying oops would be catastrophic. But I think a surgeon would be the worse… alright I am making the incision…. Oops. Even if your under you don't want to hear that…
Sunshine Fia: I hope this chapter answered your question. :D. Darcia is his name, and the woman he loves is Harmona… I don't remember being cranky afterwards… since I don't remember aft wards at all. I do remember waking up, and panicing.. Because I could still feel them working my mouth. I tried to suck in all the (hmm cant think of the stuff.. Laughing gas?) I could so that I could put myself under… it was terrifying… but yea it went okay… lots of pain though…
Hn: In this story, Serena is not a wolf… She's something else, actually.
CrystalBlueSeraph: uhhh yes they did do the horizontal tango…
Kagero: No no no no no and no… Cheza is not going to be bad at all. I am so sorry I made it seem like that. No I was just turning the tables… Serena was getting jealous instead of the other way around when Kiba gets jealous. No Cheza plays an important background to Serena, something she learns very soon.
Raepan: Yikes, why did you have another surgery, if that's not too personal… But yea I'm fine, mine weren't fully to develop either… I guess they had to go all the way to bone in order to get mine out… it was crucial since mine were growing into the back of my molars… I'm glad you liked my story, and thanks for the boost of confidence… so far things are only painful. ttyl
Concrete Tenshi: Thanks!!! You have no idea how worried I was about that romance scene. I was sure I was going to screw it up… so do I. What Toboe said were actually my thoughts. When watching Wolf's Rain I could help but get frustrated with Kiba at times, because he just has to find paradise… when its actually not a place, but actually what you have. Paradise is there, you just have to really look to see it sometimes… lol I know I made him into a bad guy there huh… but he was actually looking after her own good you know. She would have survived, and Tsume didn't want Kiba dragging her to her death, just because he wanted to. No they cant. To then Serena is an ordinay human who smells exceptionally good…yep her hair grew because of the full moon… :D yep, you're on a roll… the full moon, and that raw meat are wakening up something, that has been squelched inside Serena since she was a child. Serena just got jealous, because of the feelings Kiba showed when he mentioned the girl. And this chapter should answer your last question.