Author's Note: It has been a long, long time since I updated this, but I felt I had to. Sorry if it does not seem in line with the newest books, it wouldn't be, because this is supposed to have happened just after Vanessa turned sixteen.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned here that hasn't come from my own mind.
"You will know soon, my love." The words kept playing across Serena's head as she got ready for bed. Whoever had been reading her poetry had obviously been there as she was talking to Jimena and she couldn't help but be unnerved. Until now, her poetry had been personal, not even Stanton, no matter how much she loved him, had read a single one of her poems. Now every thing she wrote, every thought within in her head was open to someone who she never imagined would be able to know her most intimate thoughts.
Serena shut the window tightly and locked it. Let me see him get in here now, Serena thought. She quickly went to brush her teeth and came back in to finish getting ready for bed. She grabbed her notebook and a poem seemed to fly from her mind onto the clean white page.
Two hearts becoming one
Two destinies intertwined
We'd give it all for each other
But who will give in first?
Each moment we live
Each moment we lie
Those around us warn us
But we don't seem to care.
We wait for our love
To bloom out of control
Each moment we draw closer
To that fateful day
What will be decided?
Will our love end
That very night
Or live on for all eternity?
Each day I wait for you
Your kiss melts my heart
Your eyes engage me
Yet we cannot be together now
We cannot let this love blossom
Our destinies, though intertwined,
Are forever in conflict
Our hearts, though becoming one,
Must never join together.
Serena placed the notebook underneath her pillow, so that if anyone should attempt to look at it, she would be awakened. Slowly Serena's eyes grew heavy, and she drifted off to a fitful sleep. Shadows danced through her dreams, and the only other thing she could see was the image of iridescent yellow eyes weaving about the shadows. It was still dark outside when Serena's eyes darted open. She looked at her clock and the numbers glowed 3:47. She darted up, knowing something just did not feel right, and she reached to turn on the lamp on her nightstand. It appeared no one had entered her room, her window was still shut tight, and there were no unnatural shadows lurking about. As she looked over to turn her lamp back off, she noticed that her notebook was sticking out from beneath her clock.
How did my notebook get there, she wondered. She might not have been the lightest sleeper, but someone reaching beneath her pillow surely would have roused her from her sleep. Slowly a tear crept down her cheek, and she knew something was terribly amiss.