By: Lady Isis

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

Note: This chapter contains some sexual content. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter 16

Uncontrollable desire

Serena sighed and stretched her cramped muscles. She had spent a good part of the day stuck behind her desk, wincing she rotated her neck as she proof-read the statements. She normally quite enjoyed her job, but she absolutely detested the paperwork (which was a shame, as 75 percent of it was paperwork). Just as she stood up to leave her phone sung its distinctive tone. Sifting through the contents of her cluttered bag she fished out her cell phone and groaned – the ID said 'Darien'.

Flopping back into her seat she cancelled the call and turned her phone off, Darien would be so pissed. She had cut his call three times; once can be classified as genuinely missing the call, second time coincidence, but third time was just plain avoiding. Serena closed her eyes and swore, she was so confused, she didn't know what the hell to do!

After they had…sex she had fallen asleep and woke up to a surprise – a nice surprise that is – of being in Darien's arms. She had felt so fulfilled and happy – she never wanted to leave, but then reality hit her like a tonne of bricks. He was a vampire and vampires were meant to be exterminated. Despite her cold façade when hunting Serena felt remorse for the vampires killed – they were still people. A terrible thought had struck her; what if she was forced to kill Darien? Her heart constricted, she couldn't bear to do that, she had never felt a love such as he had shown her – it was perfection.

Serena had then placed a knock-out charm upon Darien and quietly left the penthouse. She needed time to think about everything that had just happened.

Gathering her wits she stomped from her office, irritated and angry at her confusion. Following the corridors she softly rapped on Seiya's office door, waiting a second she stepped within. Seiya looked up from behind his desk and smiled at her.

"Hello Sere," he said warmly.

"Hi," Serena answered, dropping into a spare chair, "Here's the statements, I divided all of Mrs. Reins assets between her children and grandchildren as specified in her will."

"Brilliant, I didn't expect them back so soon," Seiya remarked.

Serena smiled, "It wasn't too difficult."

The truth was she relished the difficult work. It gave her something to focus on, other than her and Darien's rocky relationship.

"Are you okay Sere?" Seiya asked with concern.

"Yes, fine," Serena squeaked.

"Its just you were actually at work on time and you missed lunch," Seiya queried.

"Really? My…uh…watch has been…broken," Serena lied.

"If you say so," Seiya said hesitantly, "Well I guess you can go home."

"But its 4.30 I only finish at five?" Serena frowned, looking at her watch.

"I thought you said your watch was 'broken'?" Seiya commented.

Serena blushed, "Well what do you know, it fixed itself!" Serena felt like an idiot.

"Its okay Sere, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to,"

Serena made the motions to talk, but Seiya cut her off, rising from his seat.

"I just hope one day you'll trust me," Seiya muttered huskily, stopping in front of her.

"I already trust you, I have nothing to hide," Serena said firmly.

"Just go home and eat something," Seiya said warmly, bending down and brushing his lips across hers.

Serena's eyes went wide, spinning around she made a hasty retreat even more confused, which was resulting in a throbbing headache.

Seiya watched her leave and sighed. It had been a difficult kiss on his behalf, he wanted to kiss with all the passion he had for the tiny woman, but he didn't want to scare her. He refused to force his claim on her like so many of his pack. He wanted to woo Serena gently; he knew she was a romantic and intended to do everything properly: dinner, dates then claim.

"Hey lover boy," Taniki interrupted leaning through the door, "I just saw Serena leave in a hurry, so I take it you've finally decided to make your move."

Seiya grinned to himself, "Small baby steps at a time, and then I'll claim her as mine."

"Aww that was beautiful, I didn't know you were a poet," Taniki snorted.

Seiya ignored him, thinking about the future he had planned for them, Serena, himself and…their pups.

Serena glanced at her watch, hardly anytime had passed! Sighing she ducked into a clothes shop and attempted to try different outfits on, but her heart wasn't in it, she might as well be wasting time at home. Paying for the item in her hands – a pair of blue shoes she didn't even like – she took her leave. By the time she arrived the clock hands had only just reached 5.15, Serena came to the conclusion time had slowed to make her suffer. Dejected, Serena tossed her bag on the couch and raided the kitchen looking for her anti-depressant: chocolate.

Still feeling miserable, despite her treat she glance at the clock on the wall, 5.22. Screaming in frustration a ball of energy automatically formed in her hand and she hurled it. The clock cracked from the heat and shards of plastic and metal dropped on the carpet. Serena smiled in satisfaction as its infernal ticking ceased.

"Take that father time!" Serena declared, then realized she had to clean up the mess and some how cover the scorch mark on the wall.

Defeated Serena slumped and grabbed a dustpan, trying to sweep the smoking plastic from the carpet. Giving up she grabbed her pyjamas and headed to the bathroom. Spinning the taps hot water poured from the faucet, tipping vanilla soap in, the water exploded with shiny bubbles. Sliding within the hot water, Serena moaned, it felt so good! Her dark mood slowly decreased and an hour or so later she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her dripping hair and body.

Slipping into a pair of simple cotton panties she pulled on a tank top and short silk boxers, nothing fancy, just the way she liked it. Hanging her towels, she let her hair air dry and prepared a cup of strawberry tea. Slumping on the couch she flicked the T.V into life and proceeded to watch the first soap she came across.

Looking for the clock, she remembered it unfortunate demise and scowled, this was just not her day! Glancing outside she saw the stars twinkling in the dark sky and estimated it to be somewhere between the times of six and seven o'clock. Amy was doing late shifts so she wasn't going to be back till ten something. Eating more chocolate and sipping her tea a frown permanently formed on her face, well this just sucks!

Tuning into the current soap she sat absorbed for half an hour. During that time she had forgotten her own problems as she absorbed the frustration and sadness of the leading actress. She felt the heroine's pain as her husband – who had chronic anger management issues – was forcing her to abort her love child.

Serena sniffed, "Come on! You can't give your baby up! It's all you'll have of your true love."

The scenes changed to the heroine's lover speeding to the clinic to save their baby. Confrontation between the husband and lover was inevitable and Serena watched in anticipation. Just as the heated argument evolved into a fist fight, there was a loud knock at the door.

"No!" Serena scowled. She glared at the door in the hopes the person would get the impression they weren't wanted and leave.

However it didn't work and they knocked again, this time more insistent and impatient.

"I'm coming, you ass hole," Serena mumbled to herself.

Flinging the door wide to yell at the person, she shrieked and tried to slam it closed.

"Serena," Darien hissed, holding the door open, "You've been avoiding me."

Serena was speechless, she had no idea how to respond. How was it this man had such an effect on her? All he needed to do was look at her with those smouldering eyes and she melted at his feet. Pushing the door wider Darien stepped into the room and checked her out, slowly from head to foot and up again. His eyes lingered on her breasts, Serena realized she was braless and the white tank left little to the imagination, especially as she was becoming aroused.

Glaring at him she crossed her arms, "Pervert," she muttered.

"Its not like I haven't seen them," he droned, Serena blushed her eyes shooting sparks.

"You know what I heard," Darien said softly but dangerously.

"What," Serena snapped.

"A young woman with blonde hair killing vampires yesterday,"

"Huh! They've already been killed!" Serena corrected, turning around to leave.

"I want you to stop," Darien hissed, moving like a cat and caging her between his arms and the wall.

"Look Darien!" Serena snarled, poking her finger on his chest, "Just because we had sex doesn't mean you own me, I can do what ever the hell I want!"

Darien's face darkened and he moved closer, crushing his body against hers. Serena quivered, she always got into difficult situations with this man. Instead of resisting her body would do exactly the opposite and lust for him.

"I think it was a lot more than just sex, you make it sound like a one night stand. Don't you remember what I told you before we made love," He whispered in her ear, "You'll be mine."

"Woah!" Serena screeched, "It wasn't meant to happen!"

"So you're saying it was a mistake?" Darien growled his softness gone, replaced by anger as he forcefully held her shoulders against the wall.

Serena wanted to say no, she really did, "Yes!"

His eyes glittered furiously and she could see his jaw clamp, Serena tried her best not to wince, but the grip on her arms was becoming painful. Securing both her wrists in his one large hand Darien pushed his hard thigh between her legs.

"What are you doing?" Serena yelped, struggling to get loose and control her traitorous body.

He answered by violently catching her lips in a heated kiss, she tried to resist but Serena knew she was fighting a loosing battle. Her body reacted explosively with his, her lips parting at their own accord as hot tendrils of desire formed within her abdomen. Despite his harsh assault on her mouth his hand slipped under her shirt and touched her breasts with exquisite tenderness, Serena could not hold back a moan.

Breaking away Darien smirked triumphantly, "It was no mistake, you lie, and you can't resist me."

Serena mentally slapped herself, she had fallen again, "Why you conceited, moronic ass! I hate you!"

She kicked and fought but she was way out of his league strength wise. She wanted to perform a spell to knock him from his high platform, but the only ones she could think of required hands and hers were out of commission.

"That's what your mind says but not your body – your heart," he murmured, placing his hand over her left breast.

Trailing soft kisses along her jaw he moved down her neck, Serena gasped as Darien's mouth touched the hypersensitive bites on her throat, she mewed softly her breath increasing. His sharp fangs excruciatingly danced the wounds and she writhed, unconsciously tilting her head to the side giving him better access. Pushing his fangs slowly into the wound he began to drink her blood, pleasure raced through Serena's body at the special connection and she moaned his name. Darien rocked his hips against Serena so she could feel his hard manhood.

Sliding his fangs from her, he licked his lips, "So was it really a mistake, this time I want the truth."

"It wasn't---" never ever trust a vampire. They'll pull you down and always betray you in the end, "It was a mistake!"

Darien abruptly released her and she stumbled, "You are mine! You were made for me as I for you, I'm the only one who will make you scream with pleasure, I'm the only one who will give you true love. You can deny it but you and I both know you don't mean it."

Spinning around Darien walked through the exit.

"Arrogant, chauvinistic pig!" Serena screamed picking up a heavy vase and hurling it. Darien slammed the door just as the vase smashed against it. Serena slumped to the ground, beating the carpet with her fists.

"I hate you Darien," she muttered hoarsely, "I hate how much I love you."

Darien was furious, why did she continue to resist him! He thought they'd moved on from that, apparently not. She had thrown her defences right back up and claimed the love they shared was just a mistake, a one night stand. What they experience hadn't been common sex, it had been amazing not just physically satisfying but emotionally and mentally as well. Now Serena was taking that away and delaying the relationship he so badly wanted. Add to that, she was endangering herself by hunting vampires. He scowled, Serena you're going to be the death of me.
Nathaniel opened the door for his casual date, Lara Kay. He was dressed impeccably in a charcoal Armani suit and his dark mahogany hair waved over his shoulders.

"This place sells the best pizza, none of that take away junk, an actual fire oven."

Nathaniel looked up at the building Lara had rated so highly, it was a small building with large windows that declared the name 'Damiano family restaurant'. Stepping in, the brilliant spicy smell of Italian food washed over him, he was already beginning to like the place. The walls inside were painted warm terracotta red, with earthy tiled floors and minimal clutter.

"Hello! Welcome to Damiano's, table for two?" A bubbly girl asked.

"Yes thanks," Nathan muttered.

"Follow me," The girl said, leading them to a secluded table that gave a view out the window.

"Here's the menus," the girl chirped, "Just tell me what you want."

Nathan looked down at the selection, "I'll have a Classic Italian Pizza, Lara?"

"Yes, I'll have a vegetarian pizza and side salad," She smiled handing the menu back.

"Okay, got that, anything else," the girl asked, jotting everything on her note pad.

"Yes, bottle of your best red wine."

"Yes sir," the girl said, leaving the table.

"See this place is lovely, you can see the pizza's being made over there, go and see they use the freshest ingredients and everything," Lara informed.

"So I take it you're into cuisine?" Nathan asked.

Lara chucked, "Yeah right, I can't cook to save my life, but I am an expert in bed," She winked.

Nathaniel frowned; he and Lara had nothing in common. Rising he excused himself to go and see where the pizza's were being made. Following the scent of food he soon came to the source, a large open kitchen behind a huge counter of dark rich wood. A few people were gathered, cooing at the skill of the single chef who expertly tossed the pizza base and caught it on her fisted hands. Nathan silently commended her abilities, she worked with efficiency and perfection but looked very bored. She was a tall woman; bigger than average with a killer figure, obviously toned under the long sleeved chef garb she was wearing. He couldn't help feeling that he had seen her somewhere before.

She had lovely hair; it was a warm brown, streaked with natural red and gold highlights. Her face wasn't soft or cute, but strong and classic with high cheek bones and prominent straight nose. There was no cuteness in it, only total woman.

Lita sighed, she was dying of boredom, she hated this job, but since the owner – her brother – was still short staffed she had an obligation to fill it. She worked three nights a week at Damino's and during this time left the management of her own club in the hands of her most trusted employees. Jerking the pizza off the paddle into the clay oven she leant against the wall for a well deserved breather.

"Just a little longer and my shifts over," Lita mumbled.

"Hey Leets!" The bubbly waitress said.

"Hiya," Lita smiled.

"I've got more orders,"

Lita groaned and took the sheet. Getting to work she kneaded the dough and tossed it high, increasing the elasticity of the mixture. As she worked she softly hummed a tune, ignoring the annoying crowd that viewed her like some zoo animal. After a week or so everything about working at Damiano's had lost its appeal, she never wanted to make another pizza in her life and had new respect for circus freaks.

Blowing a tendril of hair from her face she caught a glimpse of a super hottie. He was leaning against the wall and unlike all the others watching his face didn't show any admiration or emotion. Lita felt insulted! Sniffing Lita stiffly spread sauce on the pizza and sprinkled ingredients on it. Completing the last pizza she stuck it in the oven and handed the kitchen over to the next chef coming on duty.

Taking off her regulation clothes she replaced them with a tight pair of jeans, green tee-shirt and a ragged jean jacket. Slinging her bag over her shoulder she snapped on her headphones and pushed play on her MP3 player. She caught a glimpse of the man drinking wine with a dirty blonde, he was watching her, she could feel it, and quickened her pace to get out – that man was hot but creepy.

Hailing a taxi, Lita climbed in and headed to her apartment debating on what to cook – defiantly not pizza.

Serena woke the next day feeling like shit, her eyes hurt and her neck felt swollen. Quickly flicking the sheets off Serena jumped from bed and ran to her dressing table. Looking within the glass she pulled her hair away and couldn't believe it! The marks only looked a little red, there was no swelling at all, but then why did it feel so sore? Touching the wounds she hissed, they really really hurt! Glancing at the reversed image of her clock she realized she was already fifteen minutes late for work.

"Damn you Darien and bloody clocks to hell," she muttered.

Selecting a pale pink skirt and white button up shirt she retreated to the shower. Spinning the taps she stepped under the hot jets and tried her best to wash her hair without touching the wounds. After half a dozen slips her neck throbbed and she jumped out thoroughly irritated and upset. Serena tried a healing and numbing spell but to her utter shock they did nothing, in fact, if anything it increased the pain.

Sighing exasperatedly she finished dressing and slumped to the kitchen. Boiling some tea she half heartily ate a piece of buttered toast, which she dumped after a couple bites, great it's affected my appetite.

"Hey Sere!" Amy said.

"Morning," Serena grumbled.

"You don't look so good today," Amy said, "Where's that steel immunity of yours gone?"

Serena shrugged, "Well I'd best get going I'm already late."

Getting a taxi, by the time Serena arrived at Revell Reserve Bank she was an hour late, grimacing she headed to her office. Sitting down at her desk chair Serena found a note on her desk.

Need to see you as soon as you're here.

Seiya

Serena cursed and heaved herself back onto her feet. Was it just her or was her bite affecting her whole body, she felt like a hundred years old. Slowly making her way to Seiya's office she rapped on the door and flatly said hello.

"Good Morning Serena, are you okay?" Seiya asked.

"We went through this last time," she said.

"Okay," Seiya shrugged, "I won't ask, I have a couple documents for you to work on."

Serena groaned as he handed her a thick file of paper, taking the file Serena's vision swam and she dropped it, paper swirling onto the floor.

"I'm so clumsy," Serena moaned, bending down to retrieve the paper.

"Serena, I know you won't like this but are you ill?" Seiya asked, rising from his chair.

She looked extremely pale, even by her standards, except for the small dots of pink on her cheeks. Despite make up Seiya could see deep purple smudges under her eyes and her movements seemed very unsure.

"Serena don't worry about those, I think you should go home," he said.

"No, no I'm fine!" Serena said, forcing a smiled.

Seiya shook his head, "You're not fine."

Taking the papers from her hands he gently enfolded her into a comforting hug, Serena sighed and relaxed, happy to have something supporting her. They stood like this for minutes until Taniki and Yaten burst through the doors.

"Oops sorry," Taniki said, stifling a laugh, "Didn't mean to interrupt."

Their entrance hand broken the spell and Seiya looked down at Serena, "I want you to go home and rest." He said firmly.

Serena nodded, feeling too drained to argue, turning she walked past the other two men and collected her things.

Calling a taxi Serena left, but didn't go home, instead asked to be dropped off at Crimson Corps. She felt angry and her pain fuelled this anger. Stomping through the lobby Serena walked right past the stupid cowish secretary and climbed in the elevator getting off on Darien's floor.

Her vision was swirling but she pushed forwards marching right past Darien's secretary who blubbered about how he was in a meeting. Serena just ignored her and burst through Darien's office doors. The occupants within the room spun in their seats to see who had interrupted and a flame started within Darien's eyes.

"This meeting is adjourned until later," Darien said to Max, Jed, Zach and Nathan.

The men rose to their feet and left the room, each eyeing her suspiciously as they passed. When the door closed Darien smiled at her.

"What can I do for you Serena?" He asked.

"What did you do to me?" She said, panting softly.

"I didn't do anything," He answered, walking towards her.

"Bull shit!" She snapped.

"You know swearing isn't becoming of a woman." He teased, tracing her lip.

"Don't," She cried desperately, sliding out of his grasp.

"What the hell did you do to me!" She yelled, pulling her collar away to reveal her wounds, "I'm in agony!"

"You did it, your soul is crying for me," He answered.

"That is the biggest load of shit I've EVER HEARD!" She screamed, picking up a bottle of alcohol and hurling it at him.

Darien dodged it and moved like a predator, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her detained within his iron embrace, "It is not a load of shit," he hissed.

"I don't want you, I don't want you, I don't want you!" She screamed.

"Oh yeah? Then why are my bites hurting?" He said snidely.

"Maybe you have rabies," she yelled.

He growled and softly sniffed her, "You'd get rabies from the stinking werewolf you've been touching!"

"Seiya's a man of honour, how dare you insult him!"

"So your goddamned boss it a werewolf, disgusting." He sneered.

"He's better than you!" She replied angrily.

Darien growled with indignation, "We'll see about that."

Throwing her on his desk Darien ripped her shirt open. Viciously wrapping her hair around his fist he forced her head to the side revealing the double puncture wounds. He bit fiercely into the wound and Serena almost keeled over from the ecstasy. Slowly he began torturing her, not just with pain but pleasure, his hand sneaking up her skirt and touching her core. Serena's body arched off the desk and she moaned her chest rising and falling faster and faster.

Darien's wandering hand rose up and cupped her breast. His fangs slid from her neck and crushed upon Serena's for a soul-searing kiss. Passion rolled through them like lava, unlike last ones this one was filled with an intense desperation. Sliding into Darien's mouth she could taste her own blood and traced his elongated fangs, gasping as one pricked her.

"Dar – Oh My God!" Ray shrieked covering her mouth.

Darien looked up and glared at Ray, during this time Serena realized what she had done and forced herself off the desk. Fumbling she held her ripped shirt closed as best as possible and turned her eyes upon Darien. Her sapphire orbs shone with mortification and anger, bringing her hand back she put her whole body into the swing.

SLAP!

Darien's head snapped to the side and an angry red hand print forming on his cheek. Showing absolutely no emotion, his face slowly turned back and looked down at her with blazing eyes. Spinning Serena ran from the room, she had to get out of there. She ran from the building and down the street.

"Serena!" Someone yelled catching up and swinging her into a side ally.

"Ray?" Serena said weakly.

"Um-hum," Ray said softly, stroking Serena's wild hair from her face.

Serena threw her arms around Ray's neck and buried her face in her shoulder, her tears streaming.

"Shuush Sere, every things okay," Ray soothed.

"I want to go home," Serena mumbled.

"Okay, I'll take you home," Ray answered.

Releasing Ray, Serena softly sobbed and Ray took off her black jacket swathing it over Serena's shoulders to retain her modesty.

"Lets go back to Crimson Corps and get a car," Ray said.

"No," Serena muttered hoarsely, "I'm not going back there."

"We'll just get a taxi then," Ray said.

Serena hardly noticed their travel home but before she knew it Ray had helped her changed and put her into bed. Turning onto her stomach Serena softly cried within the pillow, she hated crying, she hated being weak and she detested being weak with that man. Despite what happened Serena had felt exhilarated, his roughness had been a total turn on, and that's why her judgement had been so clouded.

Serena wondered if her soul crying for him was true. Touching her neck there was no pain at all.

"Why can't you just forget about him," She whispered to herself, "Why do you want him so much, why is it always me?"

After she made sure Serena was asleep Ray had gone back to crimson corps. Storming into Darien's office she found him sitting nonchalantly behind his desk sipping amber alcohol.

"I thought I told you to stay away from her," Ray said angrily, "You would only hurt her and you've just achieved that!"

"Stay out of it Ray," Darien threatened, drinking more.

"She's my friend!" Ray yelled.

"And she's my soul mate!" He yelled back at her.

Ray was shocked, her eyes going wide.

"And she just so happens to be a vampire hunter," he added.

Ray sat in the closest seat trying to understand what Darien had just told her.

"I'm the last person who wants to hurt her," he hissed, "I love her."

Updated pretty quick in my opinion, already onto next chapter. Don't know if people will like this chapter or not, so please don't flame me.