By: Lady Isis

Rating: M

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

Chapter 18

FAKE nothing is as it seems.

The man couldn't comprehend what he had just been told – impossible.

"Diamond, is this some sort of joke?" The man said.

"No joke," Diamond said seriously.

"Vampires cannot have children," he said factually.

"Mmm that may be so, but haven't you felt her strange power, seen the resemblance between her and yourself?" Diamond asked.

"No," he snarled, "She is not my daughter!"

"Well I went to see your sweet hearts husband," Diamond said, seeing the resentment on his friends face, "And before I killed him, he said that she was not his child."

"He lied then," the man stated.

"Fine, fine, he's a lucky man" Diamond said, "It must have been nice to come home, after 11 months of being in Scotland, to find your wife is going to have your baby."

The man flinched.

"Here," Diamond said, sliding a cream square on his desk, "Come if you want."

The man ignored the envelope and watched Diamond leave, seething inside at his mockery. No matter what happened, he was going to keep his vow no matter what.

0 Flashback 0

A young man stepped out of the sporty white BMW, raking his fingers through his now short blond locks, he squinted as the sun hurt his eyes.

"Here," The white haired man interrupted, handing him a pair of sunglasses.

"Thanks Diamond," he said.

"Your not strong enough to stand directly under the sun, why is this so important?" Diamond asked in an irritable tone.

"It just is." The man replied curtly, his burning blue eyes swivelling to Diamond, a silent command to back off.

Sliding his hands into his pockets the man started down the street, Diamond sighed and shook his head before catching up. As the man walked down the oak lined street he absorbed his surroundings, still the same he thought in relief, everything looked exactly as it did the last time he was here, the ancient houses still stood proud and were lovingly maintained. Walking past the rich green gardens, he observed the little children playing with their mothers and had a flash back of his love in the garden playing with her toddler nephew.

Thinking about her his steps increased in motivation, she'd be 45 now but he didn't care, as long as he could hold her again. Everyday from the moment he was banished he had thought about her, countless hours were dedicated to thinking about what their life would have been like, if he hadn't been banished.

As he reached her family home, he paused, what would she think? That he just abandoned her with no explanation, or, god forbid, he went off with another woman? Stopping he took a shuddering breath, his hands had become sweaty and his heart was pounding erratically in his chest. The house, like everything else looked the same, it was still large and friendly with its creamy white walls and blue trimmings. Glancing to the left he spotted her bedroom. Many a night he crept in through that window to see her, however the impressive stain glass butterfly – which once resided in the blue frame – had been removed and replaced with ordinary glass. He couldn't figure why she had done that, she had made it with her own hands and adored every piece.

Licking his lips he started forwards but was stopped again, this time by an old woman leaning on the entrance of the gate separating him from the house. She looked positively ancient and fragile leaning heavily on her cane. Her pure white hair was like a cloud, swept away from her face into a soft bun and her brown face was abundantly covered in wrinkles. But when she looked up her pale eyes shone with an age defying happiness and friendliness.

"Well hello," she croaked in a warm voice, her wrinkled face forming a wide smile, "I've been expecting you, she wants me to show you the way."

The man frowned.

"What are you blabbering about you old hag." Diamond interrupted, crossing his arms.

The man waved Diamond to be quiet and turned his attention back to the old woman, "Do I know you?"

"I was around in the past." Was her vague answer, "please come with me, she's been very insistent about me showing the way on your arrival."

Turning around, not waiting for an answer, the crone hobbled down the street, her hand planted permanently on her waist to support her bent back. As she moved, her cane made soft clicking noises and her feet shuffled on the cracked concrete. Their journey up the street was often interrupted by 'hello granny,' as little children ran up, their ruddy faces smiling at the old woman, who replied with 'hello my little darlings,' and a ruffle of their messy hair. Impatience began to plague the man, his body thrumming with anticipation and demand, he was sure he would explode if he couldn't see his lover again.

As they reached the graveyard entrance, the old woman paused and leaned against the wall, her laboured breath rattling as she inhaled.

"You know my sweetheart, I'm not as young as I used to be, please be patient." She raved quietly.

Walking through into the graveyard, the crone soon began to pant again, the man couldn't help but frown as the old woman wheezed greetings to the crumbling headstones. Despite most of the headstones disintegrating and covered in moss, the area was well maintained, and the graves were adorned with brightly coloured flowers.

Continuing on into the modern section of the cemetery, the crone mumbled, 'I'm coming, I'm coming' as she struggled, her steps slowing from fatigue. Reaching their destination, the crone stopped and walked up to a gravestone her face forming her happy smile.

"We are here Serenity, I bought him just like you asked."

"What are you on about you hag?" Diamond snapped, "There is no one here."

"Yes there is," she contradicted, "can't you feel their presences."

The man felt disappointment course through him, "Please tell me where she is," He begged.

"Why she's here of course." The crone said in an amused voice and stepped to the side, revealing a distinctive white marble headstone.

An anguished cry escaped his throat as he glimpsed the headstone, 'SERENITY SELENE LENNOX'. Walking forward his heart wrenched, and he collapsed onto his knees his long fingers tracing the engraved name, trying to convince himself that it said anything else.

"No, no, no," he sobbed, resting his forehead onto the cool marble of the stone.

Diamond raised his brow in confusion then realization dawned on him, this had to be the man's soul mate.

The man raised his head, and touched his cheek to find moisture, never in his years of being a vampire had he cried, but the pain slashing at him, was devastating.

'In adored memory of

SERENITY SELENE LENNOX

1959 – 1983

The beautiful butterfly that fluttered into our lives

Loved Daughter, sister and mother.

Live on forever in spirit.'

"1983," he whispered weakly, "Only 24, what happened? What happened!" He screamed.

Standing up his eyes glittered with its former darkness, turning around he faced the old crone, "Who did this, which of my enemies dared to touch my Serenity, was it De Silva!"

"Oh no! Serenity wasn't murdered." The crone exclaimed.

"Tell me!" He roared.

"She gave life for a new life." The woman mumbled distractedly, turning around, humming a soft tune, and walked back towards the old section of the cemetery.

"Stop!" He commanded, "What do you mean? I demand you to tell me!" His voice furious, the wind surrounding them picking up.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you." The woman smiled at them.

"What's wrong with you witch?" Diamond yelled, "Answer him."

The blonde man's sorrow soon evolved to rage, his fists clenched by his sides. Looking up, the violet spots within his irises became more prominent with emotion, he wanted to kill something, he wanted to slaughter anything, his mind was a total chaos. Heading towards the old crone, he could feel his fangs elongate. All the time he was banished, he had always carried hope that he would be with Serenity again, but now there was nothing! He had always prided himself over the years for never needing anyone, but now, for the first time, he wanted to die, he felt so lost the only thing he wanted was to be with Serenity.

Barely an arms length from the placid woman, a warm wind curved around his body like a cocoon.

'Damon,' it whispered eerily past his ear.

"Who's there!" Damon snarled, his brilliant eyes revolving around the cemetery.

The strange wind became stronger tearing at the leaves. Feeling the tension drain from his muscles, Damon closed his eyes and embraced the warmth, feeling it tousle his hair and caress its face. In those short seconds he felt the terrible ache, pulsing in his chest, soothe.

"Serenity?" Damon whispered tentatively.

'Yessss.' It replied in a barely audible whisper.

"Please come back to me Serenity." He begged.

'I love you Damon.'

"No don't go please don't go," He wept in desperation.

'I'm sorry.'

The simple words ran in his ears, "NOOO," he howled in anger, "NO NO NO," slamming his fist against the headstone.

There was no pain only an intense anger burning within his inner soul. He would get revenge on the murderer if it was the last thing he did – no matter what, they would die.

0 End of Flashback 0

Beryl purred as she gazed into the mirror, the overall effect of the spells and shape shifting had paid off. She naturally wasn't a good a shape shifter like Serena, as she was a wimp for pain, but with the help of Diamond and a couple spells she had pulled it off, and now, was the beautiful blonde she'd always envied. Beryl silently thanked Diamond, she didn't know why he had been so helpful, but he was giving her an extra help to get what she wanted - Darien, and for that she was eternally grateful. Giving her body a final once-over she left, heading towards Crimson Corps.

Darien looked at the photos before him with ill contained anger. The pictures were of Serena kissing, who he presumed, her mangy werewolf boss. He didn't know who had sent them or why, but the only thing going through his mind was she chose a werewolf over him, and Darien seethed. Dropping the pictures disgustedly onto the table, he grabbed himself a drink – thinking of how to dispose of the man who had stepped onto his territory. Amidst his silent thinking, there was a soft tap at the door, and before he could answer, the person opened it a crack and slid through.

"Hello Darien," the woman said, in a sultry voice.

Darien frowned, "Serena."

"Mmm," she confirmed, walking forward her hips swinging tantalizingly.

There was something wrong, but Darien couldn't distinguish what that was, especially with Serena dressed as she was. She was wearing a short pink skirt and skimpy ballet style jersey with a plunging 'v' neck, which showed abundant amounts of cleavage. As she stopped before him, he appreciatively gazed at her slender legs, made longer by the pink stilettos on her feet.

His gaze wandered to her face, where she smiled down at him, assessing him under half-lidded eyes.

"You're not Serena," he stated angrily, "Get out."

"But I look just like her," She smiled pulling the bow on her skirt, so the material skidded down her legs to the floor, revealing her skimpy pink panties.

"Its more than just a physical thing," he supplied, looking away.

"I know you want her," Beryl said, "But she doesn't want you."

The words stung Darien, but his face remained impassive.

"However, I want you and I'll give you anything" She purred, straddling Darien in his char.

"Anything," she whispered in his ear, rocking her hips slowly, the bulge beneath her giving her confidence and betraying Darien's lust.

Lifting her arm, Beryl pulled the few clips from her hair, so that her silvery blonde locks tumbled down, riveting Darien on Serena's actions. Then, with that same arm she sensually touched herself, her finger trailing down the 'v' to undo the ties of her ballet jersey. Slowly, Beryl slid it down her shoulders, revealing her bare chest to Darien's hungry gaze.

Unable to resist, Darien's arm curled around her waist, pulling her closer, then his mouth descended on her shoulder, kissing and biting along her collarbone. Tilting her head, Beryl gasped as Darien kissed up her throat and jaw making his painful procession to her mouth. Burying a hand in her thick hair, he pulled her down and kissing her with a ferocity and passion that blew Beryl away. Beryl was elated, her tongue sliding boldly against his, hot tendrils of desire forming in her abdomen – he tasted like alcohol and seductive darkness. Breaking off, Beryl felt her swollen lips, his lust darkened eyes following her every movement.

Before they did anything else, Darien made her dress and took her, as fast as possible, to his pent house, where he resumed their activities. The next thing she knew was they were on a bed, Darien, like a thirsty man, ripping her clothing off yet treating her like a Queen, all his actions gentle but possessive.

Darien hated Serena for being with that other man, he wanted to punish her, make her never want to leave. Despite everything, there was a strange feeling prodding at his conscience but Darien didn't want to think, he wanted to give pleasure to his Serena.

Beryl panted under Darien's administrations, he was a god in bed – worth all the pain she went through. A short scream escaped her mouth as he touched her jewel and she panted, pulling him down upon her.

"Now, now!" She begged, eagerly parting her legs.

Darien chuckled huskily in her hair and moved between her thighs, giving her a last intensely possessive kiss. Flexing his hips Darien plunged within her making her scream with bliss, slowly Darien started a rhythm, holding her hips as he moved faster.

"Serena," Darien moaned, "Serena, Serena, Serena…"

The pace increased and Darien's body beaded with sweat, Beryl did her best to match him but the man was like a machine. Just as Beryl moaned, Darien released and Beryl felt like she was about to die, the ultimate pleasure causing through her body like molten lava – Serena was a lucky bitch. However, for Darien when the truly special connection of the soul, where he and Serena became one, didn't occur it was like a splash of cold water.

Waking from his stupor, Darien's eyes widened and anger rolled over him. Shoving Beryl away, Darien climbed from the bed and faced her – his eyes no longer dark with lust, but true venom as he looked at her with disgust.

"Get out," he hissed.

"W…what?" Beryl said, the orgasm still affecting her body.

"GET OUT!" Darien yelled, fangs bared.

Beryl was terrified, wrapping the sheets around her body as she stumbled to the door, trying to retrieve her clothing.

But Darien wasn't finished and grabbed her hair mercilessly around his fist, ignoring Serena's pleading eyes – they were fake, everything about her was fake – and he had fallen into it.

"If I ever see you pretending to be Serena, I will kill you – and it won't be pretty. Is that clear?" Darien snarled.

Beryl nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks, sobs racking her body. Releasing her she rushed to the door and left the apartment, leaving Darien to suffer his own torment.

"Serena, please forgive me."

Serena woke up and remembered her nice little date with Seiya. Frowning, she fiddled with the beaded choker, it had been uncomfortable all night, but you know what they say – no pain, no gain. Anyway, after kissing Seiya, things began to get out of control, but Serena stopped it before it lead to sex, claiming she wasn't ready. However in all honesty it felt wrong, wrong, wrong!

She had somehow felt like she was cheating on Darien, forcing herself into something she really didn't want to do. She had suddenly come to the realization – with the help of Seiya's date – that she couldn't totally block Darien. The choker was only a temporary thing, unless she wished to wear the choker for her life, but sooner or later she was going to have to do something more permanent. What that was, she had no idea.

It was 8am and all Serena wanted to do was stay in bed. Hunger soon drew her from the covers, and she went to the kitchen for some coffee and toast. Once finished, Serena was too high on caffeine to return back to bed and had a luxurious bath, changing into some formal clothes for work. Glancing at the clock Serena looked in the direction of Amy's door, shouldn't she be gone by now? She hadn't heard her go, and there were no dishes in the sink.

Knocking gently on Amy's door, Serena stepped in and looked at the perfectly made blue bed. Serena knew either Amy had never returned last night, as Serena hadn't seen her last night, or, she had left before she had awoken, which too was probable as Serena could sleep like a log. Shaking her head, slightly concerned Serena returned to the lounge and attempted to contact Amy via cell phone.

Serena called Amy twice, but to no avail, in the end Serena resorted to leaving a message, convincing herself that Amy was too busy with her lover boy. Returning to her room, Serena grabbed her coat and headed off to work, determined to be early for a change.

When she arrived at work, Serena found a stack of files on her desk. Picking one of them up, she flicked though it and groaned, then gazed incredulously at the pile hoping it would do its self. But after a minute of just staring, she got the idea that wasn't going to work and sat down, getting to business. Agonizingly reading through the files, she transferred all the new data into the banks main computer for future reference. As lunch rolled on and past, Serena had a sickening feeling in her stomach – something undiagnosable and horribly wrong. Grabbing a glass of water, Serena took a pain killer and continued on – a low feeling settling on her shoulders like a coat of depression.

"Hello Serena," Seiya said smiling uncomfortably.

"Um, hi there," she replied.

"Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry about last night. I was too forward," Seiya said, running his hand through his mahogany locks.

"It doesn't matter, but I had a lovely time anyway," Serena said, then decided to hit the nail on the head, "But I don't think we should date," she added carefully, "Its just you're my boss and it isn't really professional."

Seiya felt as if someone socked him in the gut. Forcing a smile, he nodded; he would comply – for now. Feeling extremely disappointed, Seiya left, wanting to smash something.

It was true women were difficult creatures to understand. No matter, he would just have to try harder to win his prize.

When Serena arrived home, she was tired and irritable – it had been a really long day. Dumping her keys with a clatter onto the table, she dropped her coat on the couch and was just about to go to her room when she heard Amy call from her bedroom.

"Hey Serena! Would you mind coming here and helping me?"

Serena reluctantly changed course towards Amy's voice, "What do you need?"

"Just come here and I'll tell you," Amy answered in a sing song voice.

Stepping into the room, Serena was surprised to see how dark it was, "Amy, why-"

Serena didn't manage to finish, for the next second something hard hit her behind the head, forcing her into the darkness of unconsciousness.

Serena groaned at the mammoth headache raging through her mind. Slowly she opened her eyes and found herself in an alien room. Why was it she always ended up in beds that were not her own? Taking some deep breaths, she tried to keep calm and not panic. Looking around, Serena saw she was lying in a massive oak bed, covered in white rippling satin. From the ceiling exploded sheer white material that ran down around the bed and pooled on the floor.

The room beyond the sheer dome was large and white, with oak furniture. Attempting to sit up, Serena felt herself jerked back by something holding her wrists above her head. Tilting her head into the luxurious pillows, Serena saw her arms chained around the beautifully carved columns that made up the headboard. Gulping, she licked her chapped lips and gazed down at her body, feeling herself become cold. Her clothes had been replaced with a scandalous ivory chemise, the majority of which was lace that went dangerously low on her chest. The chemise had an empire waist and a matching pair of panties, which couldclearly be seen through the lacy skirt. Hell, she might as well go naked – the flimsy chemise did nothing to cover anything. It was like some cheesy porn movie, the woman chained to the bed wearing nothing but nothing!

It was understandable that Serena was getting freaked out, and she jerked the chains, futilely hoping that they would pop open so she could escape.

"Calm down Serena," She said to herself, "We've got to keep a clear head and think of a way to get outta here."

As Serena glanced down, she saw something she didn't notice the first time. It was a large glittering diamond cut in the shape of a diamond, snugly resting in the valley of her breasts. It was attached to an extremely fine chain of, what she presumed to be, platinum, as it didn't react with her skin.

Very uneasy, she jerked harder and faster on the chains.

"Well hello," a deep voice said, "So you're awake."

"Who the fuck are you!" Serena yelled, using the venom to hide her fear trembling below the surface.

The man laughed, but all Serena could see through the damned veils surrounding her, was a tall white silhouette.

"I am Diamond DuFort," he said, parting the veils.

Diamond DuFort was an impressive man, with somewhat delicate features, so different from Darien's rugged ones. He was tall and well built, with strange hair of pure white, which just tickled his shoulders. He had violet eyes, not like Ray's that were dark and reddish, more indigo and they were cold, making her feel vulnerable.

Diamond let his eyes roam Serena's body, perfect, was the only thing that came to mind. He liked her clothing, for the sole reason that it showed nearly everything, and there, glittering on her chest, was his mark. It matched the diamond earrings, which were just managing to glitter through the thick silvery silk of her hair. Sliding onto the bed, Diamond lay beside her and gently touched her neck, more specifically, the choker.

"You know you did a favour by doing this," Diamond smiled, and Serena felt sick, if only she didn't have the choker, then she could call for Darien's help.

"What do you want?" Serena said desperation evident in her voice.

Diamond smirked and straddled her, placing his arms on both sides of her head so that he was dominantly crouched above her. Leaning down he kissed her on the cheek, Serena was repulsed and turned her head, but he continued kissing down her jaw and throat. Serena squirmed, trying to buck him off as he started kissing her chest, his hands touching, playing with her breasts.

Serena whimpered, she was at this mans mercy, she couldn't even protect herself. Her arms were straining against the chains, wanting to cover her body and beat the crap out of the man defiling her.

"Darien," Serena cried.

Her ragged plea, for the man he most despised, knocked Diamond from his bliss. Holding her head straight, Diamond staked his claim, kissing her, forcing his tongue between her involuntary lips, Serena thrashed and tried not to cry, she needed to stay strong. Breaking off, he looked down at her.

"Delicious," he said, then from his pocket drew out a cream velvet box.

Serena lay beneath him, oddly placid, but her eyes burned with shame and hate. Opening the box, Diamond showed her a bed of snow white satin, where a huge glittering diamond rested. Easing the diamond from its box, he trailed the cold ring over her rosy lips.

"Beautiful, isn't it," Diamond said, "But it's a shadow compared to you."

"If you like spouting poetry, write a book cuz I don't care," Serena said coldly.

Ignoring her scathing comments he continued, "I am a honourable man - " Serena snorted derisively.

"And therefore I'm going to do the honourable thing, unlike De Silva" He finished with a sneer.

Serena felt pure panic rush through her body and she balled her fist, but Diamond pried her fingers open, and slipped the diamond band on her left ring finger.

"You're the only thing I've ever wanted, I'll be a part of your family," Diamond said.

Serena struggled, trying to get the ring off, but she could not, no surprise as nothing was working for her anyway.

Once again he swooped down to kiss her, but Serena bit his lip and he drew back. Looking grimly down at her, his eyes began to glow, and as Serena gazed into them she found herself viewing Diamond in a different light, she had no idea why she had hated him; he was amazing.

Smirking, Diamond touched his lip and saw crimson liquid upon his pale finger, with that finger he traced Serena's lip, which parted to lick the blood away. Leaning down, a grin of success upon his mouth he kissed her, and this time she didn't resist, on the contrary she sucked his lower lip, teasing the wound, her chains no longer straining defensively but to touch him.

Deciding to finish now, before he became too aroused and couldn't control the situation, he climbed from her, relishing in her mews to come back.

After all he was a man of honour, they would finish everything later. She would eventually come to love him just like he loved her.

Sorry if there are mistakes, I had to update this as school re-starts again for me and I've started a computer course too, which is going to take up a lot of my time. I will do my best to keep writing, but I can't promise I'll update any time soon, for any of my stories.

I was so stumped as to what to write in this chapter, writer constipation I guess…have idea, just can't get it out. Thank you Unc6 who sent me an e-mail giving me the idea to write the Beryl and Darien scene, though it didn't go exactly as you wrote in the e-mail, I wanted to portray how Darien was upset with the Seiya and Serena date and how his mind forced him to believe it was Serena, please don't flame me because it was Beryl (I hate her too T-T that's why I didn't get too discriby) but you'll be happy to know BERYLS IN FOR MAJOR ASS KICKIN' WHEN SERENA FINDS OUT – Its gonna be ugly ) can't wait XD.

Oh Diamonds an ass, I hope he dies. Honourable? Yeah, and I'm Sailor Moon. He doesn't exactly make sense and his motives are sketchy but they will be revealed, again please don't flame because of what he did to Serena…if it makes you happy I'll write a scene where our delicious Darien chops Diamonds hands (and other bits) off – slimy git.

secretguest

I was wondering...is the soul block permanent once Serena puts it on or is it only when she wears her choker? Anyways, love the chapter! Update soon with an answer to my question if you don't mind!

I don't mind answering questions ;P lol. Here's my answer: the soul block is only a temporary solution, as soon as she takes it off the connection is restored.