By: Lady Isis

Rating: M

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

This chapter is dedicated to ROSE who loves Blink 182, and helps me whenever I need it, thankies girlie!

Warning: This is a lemon chapter, if you don't know what that means, there is bed rolling and twisted sheets. If you can't take that I highly suggest you push the back button.

Chapter 20

Accepting

Lita felt very fatigued as she worked at Jupiter. When she had opened the club she hadn't anticipated such hard work and she was exhausted from working all night, then having to sleep during the day – which she never could achieve. Her tiredness was catching up, evident when a customer ordered something, then rejected it and said he wouldn't pay because it was 'crap'.

No one insulted Lita's work, food or alcohol, and she totally lost her temper. She was so close to kicking the guy's balls in, thankfully her employees had stopped her, or else they may have received a very large law suit. After that it was suggested she go home for an early night at 2.45 in the morning, early for a night club worker anyway.

Grabbing her coat, she slipped it over her suede mini skirt and blue halter neck, slipping her mp3 player in her pocket. Despite having spent a whole night with loud pumping music, she began to play her favourite band Blink 182, mouthing the lyrics. Leaving though the back door of Jupiter, she pulled her collar over her ears, huddling against the cold that had suddenly made her coat very thin.

The only sound that came from her tall, lithe figure was the steady click of her black boots and the occasional humming as she nodded her head to the beat. Music was her exit from the world, she'd give all music a go (her range was pretty diverse) – though her favourite genre had to be punk rock.

Walking head bowed, and totally absorbed in her music, she got a nasty shock as she was wrenched into a side alley, large hands spanning her body.

"Well lookie lookie boys, this is a nice snack, don't you agree?" A buff man said, his face revealed in a thin beam of light.

Lita was horrified at what she saw. The man was average looking, with dark hair and nice face, but that wasn't the scary thing. He had bloody fucking fangs protruding from his lip! His companions, much to Lita's escalating fear, had fangs too – what were they? Psychopaths who acted like vampires?

"Pretty thing aren't you. But after this people will be saying what a pretty thing you were," A skinnier one said.

"Let's raid her first," Another of similar build suggested.

The man, with big beefy hands, plunged into her pocked and took her green mp3 and headphones. Lita saw red, they may have had fangs but they had stolen her mp3 and that was a crime in her book – she was no push over, bloody thugs, using their brawn to bully people.

With her fist she punched the biggest thug under his nose, a self defence manoeuvre, capable of killing a man if not controlled properly. He recoiled swearing, cradling his broken nose, blood spurting through his hand. Lita snatched her mp3, from where it had fallen on the floor, and began to run for it, but the two skinnier men moved impossibly fast and she was, once again, cornered.

"Nasty little slut," the one with mousy hair said, as his eyes dragged over her dance clothes, her coat wide open because of the scuffle.

"Get out of my way," Lita threatened her voice low as she got into a defensive karate move.

"Oh you're not going anywhere until you repay the blood I lost," Beefy said, wiping his bloody hand on his shirt.

"You've lost more then your blood!" Lita snarled, "You need help from people in white coats. Get my drift."

"Don't believe in vampires, you will after tonight – not that you'll survive," Mousy said.

"Yeah, and I'm the friggin' Easter bunny. Now fuck off before I hurt you," Lita said.

"You hurt us?" Beefy mocked.

"Yeah! Before. I. Hurt. You." She pronounced slowly.

"Stupid whore," he spat advancing, his disgusting fake fangs protruding – Lita had to shudder at this.

"Suck on this," Lita yelled, performing a lovely high kick catching her spiky heel right in his teeth.

With agility, astounding for one so tall, Lita darted past, shoving him painfully with her shoulder. Her victory was short lived as Mousy and his friend flung her against the wall, sinking his fist agonisingly into her stomach. Lita gasped, tears squeezing involuntarily from her eyes.

"Not so brave are we now," Beefy said, slapping her harshly over the cheek.

Lita's legs began to crumble beneath her. She couldn't believe she had lost, she never lost a fight! Unfortunately she was out numbered and out powered. With a little sniff, to control her hysteria, she felt fear course through her, what were they going to do? Surly they weren't going to actually…drink her blood.

With a hissing sound, Lita watched in horror as his fangs further lengthened, covered in stringy saliva and frighteningly sharp. He grabbed her chin and roughly pulled her head to its limits, revealing her slender neck to their hungry gazes. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping that it would be quick and painless as she felt his deathly breath fan over her skin.

Before his fangs made contact she suddenly felt all constrictions disappear, a large crash following. Opening her eyes, she squinted into the dark and saw Beefy in a trash can, looking stunned, his lackeys in rigid positions.

"Get out of here," a deep voice instructed, leaving no room for question.

Lita could see a silhouette of a very tall man; he was well built, standing relaxed with his hands slipped within his pockets.

"Hey man! This is our dinner," Mousy objected, "Find your own."

Lita felt sick, there were more crazy psycho's running around the city? This was way too much for her sleep deprived mind to take in.

"No she is not my dinner as you so eloquently put it," he said, strolling more within the dark crevice, "But you will do as I say, or it will be the last nigh you will ever walk these streets."

"Who the fuck are you," Beefy demanded angrily, rubbing his head, "You can't boss us around."

"Can't I? You are merely infants in our world. You are nothing compared to my power."

Lita swore she saw his eyes glow in the dark at this, and her breath became harsher, her hand protectively covering her chest. Oh god they were all loonies.

"Let's get outta here," one said, his voice – spooked?

Their fading foot steps told her that she was now alone, totally alone with the silent man. Lita had no idea about the new man, but she got the distinct impression he was more dangerous then the three before and the tension ran through her body, freezing her limbs.

"Are you okay?" His voice asked into the darkness.

Lita felt her breathing increase; he had such an enchanting and deep voice – like liquid chocolate, so smooth and delicious. She appreciated a good voice when she heard one – this guy could be a rock star with the smooth but somewhat husky quality that came from his mouth and slid over her body. Goosebumps involuntarily formed on her arms, and Lita felt…turned on.

"I don't intend to harm you in any way," He reassured, "You have my word."

Slowly Lita moved, sticking as close to the wall as possible, trying to some how slip past him and make a run for it.

His hand shot out and caught her arm, Lita would have screamed if she hadn't been rendered silent from the divine feeling coursing through her body. He instantly let go, acting as if he had been burned.

"Are you okay?" He asked again.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice low with a slight tremble.

"Let me help you get home," He said, leading her from the alley.

"No, no it's okay. I'll get a taxi," Lita said quickly, afraid of him being another crazy psycho.

"It's the least I can do for a woman in distress," he said in his smooth deep timbre voice.

"I was fine on my own," Lita contradicted, even though she had not been fine, she just hated being the weak damsel in distress.

"If that is what you wish," he said, noting her irritation at being labelled distressed. Twenty first century women!

"Yes, thank you, I want a taxi," Lita said, standing on the foot path and haling a taxi.

As she opened the door, she looked back at the tall man and stopped all action. She went though a minor guilt trip at how ungrateful she sounded, and winced turning and walking quickly back up to him.

"Uh, thanks for…rescuing me," she sighed out.

Even for her, the man before her was tall – he made her seem just average! Standing on her tip toes she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and returned to the taxi, sliding within the warm interrior Giving her address to the taxi driver, she watched – somewhat sadly, as the man faded away.

Shaking her head, she tried to control her ragged nerves, and as soon as she was in the sanctuary and privacy of her own home, she released all barriers and began to cry – her shock pouring out.

Thank god that man had saved her!

Nathaniel stoically watched the place where the she had stood and raised a hand to his tingling cheek. She was the one, his special lady.

He had started the evening just like any other evening – hunting. When he had seen those thugs corner a woman, he didn't intend on stopping them. After all they were his kind, and he wouldn't interrupt their meal; harsh, but that's how it works.

Her fiery temper caught his attention, and he swore he had seen her distinctive honey hair before. He had admired her skill defending herself, most victims curled in a ball and begged for mercy, but eventually, as he predicted, she succumbed to the strength of immortals and was caged like an animal.

At this Nathaniel thought she deserved to live, she had fought so hard – he could see she valued her life, and would take a beating to save it.

His interruption wasn't appreciated and he was told to stay out of it. However, with a slight radiation of his power, the young fledglings knew he was one not to be reckoned with and backed off.

Though it was dark, he could clearly see the woman pressed against the wall – it suddenly occurred to him who she was, she was the chef he couldn't stop thinking about.

She had a red abrasion on her cheek, but despite this she was just as lovely as before, with her classical features and long curling auburn hair. At the closer proximity he could see the vibrant emerald green of her doe eyes, enhanced by her dark slashing eyebrows. Like before she was not cute, she was beautiful full stop.

A delighted grin slowly formed on Nathaniel's face, pure elation coursing through him. She was perfect!

When Serena first woke up she was sore, her stomach aching. Sitting up, she groaned at her swimming head and had an inexplicable urge to throw up. Sliding her legs slowly from the side of her bed she nastily found herself in the scraps of nothing. A blush coated her cheeks as she remembered Darien helping her unchanged then, carefully treat her wound. Her heart warmed at the memory, but as she remembered the hours before she shuddered, and felt horribly dirty.

Rubbing her arms she bit her lip, quickly retreated to the shower. Twisting the taps on full blast, Serena practically tore the delicate underwear off and pulled the bloody bandages from her stomach, jumping into the steamy stall. With her pink sponge she brutally lathered her skin, wanting to remove every trace of Diamond. Allowing the water to run down her throat she winced as the sponge irritated her wound.

She didn't know how long she had been in the shower, but it had taken her sometime before she was satisfied. Stepping out, she feebly flicked her hair from her body and wrapped a towel protectively around her trembling form. Slumping to her room, arms holding the towel securely around her, she unseeingly pulled some things from her closet and quickly changed into them. As she did, she felt warmth running down her skin and swore as she saw blood seeping through her cotton camisole.

Darting into the bathroom she grabbed a towel and tried to stop the bleeding. The wound stung under her harsh admonitions but she continued tears prickling in her eyes, god it hurt. Normally her wounds were half healed the next day, but she hadn't ever received a cut with silver before and it hurt!

With a frustrated sob, she increased the pressure and gasped as the rough texture of the towel irritated the sore area.

"Stop,"

Serena spun around to see a concerned Darien in the doorway, wearing a dark suit and dark red tie. In three strides he was in front of her and carefully guided her onto the bed, where he peeled the blood matted towel from the wound.

His beautiful face turned into a scowl, "You aggravated the wound."

"Sorry," Serena mumbled, sniffing softly, "But I had to take a shower, to get…get rid of him."

"Shhh baby, don't be sorry – I should be the one apologizing," Darien said, his expression softening.

Darien dabbed the blood, wishing he could add his own to clot the bleeding, but he didn't risk her seeing it and getting upset. Slowly, with patience the blood ceased enough for it to deal with itself and he placed a bandage on it. Serena's eyes were closed and he affectionately looked upon her, she was wearing a camisole that said 'Silly girls get spanked,' and a pair of boxers covered in hearts. Gently Darien kissed her revealed skin, placing butterfly kisses 'healingly' around the wound. As he moved higher up her exposed belly, he heard her breath hitch and noticed her hard nipples through the tight fabric of the pink camisole.

Serena took Darien's hand, resting on her hip, and glided it up the valley of her breasts, rubbing her cheek against his palm. Darien cupped her jaw and Serena opened her kitten like eyes, gazing at him. She was like an angel, her silvery hair spread like a halo around her, an expression of love on her face. Giving his sleeve a tug, she pulled him coaxingly upon her guiding his lips to hers in a tender kiss. Curving her hand around his neck, her fingers buried themselves in the silky mass of Darien's inky hair, her leg weaving between Darien's thighs. Undoing his suit jacket, her hands spanned the impressive width of his pectorals, feeling them bunch beneath her touch.

Sliding her hands around his waist she pulled him down upon her, not wanting any air between them. Darien willingly yet reluctantly lowered himself, not wanting to risk her getting hurt. Breaking the smouldering kiss, Darien nipped at her plump cherry lips and kissed her chin, Serena's head tilting back allowing him access down the path of her throat. Softly Darien kissed the heaving half moons of her chest, and dragged the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, burying his head between her breasts.

"Darien," Serena whispered, rubbing his arousal with her leg encouragingly.

Hot desire pooled in Serena and she could feel a hunger develop; a hunger only Darien could sate. Her fingers travelled down his body to his pants, where she began to undo his belt. Darien chuckled and pulled her hands away, kissing her below her ear.

"Please Darien," Serena pouted, trying to twist her hands free.

Darien replied by grinding his hips against her core causing to moan huskily.

"You," She said breathily, "Are evilll!"

Hot steamy kisses ensued, but he made no move to remove his clothing – building on Serena's impatience.

"Please Darien," she tried again, desperation evident.

Serena wanted to remove his suit and touch him, but it seemed that the whole thing was one sided with Darien torturing her – and he hadn't even gone past the panty line!

"Please, I need you," she mewed between his kisses.

"On one condition," he said, biting her lower lip.

"Anything," she replied eagerly.

"You live with me,"

It took all her concentration to comprehend what he was saying, his skilled hands, a big distraction, as he teasingly touched her.

"That's unfair, you're using sex to get what you want," Serena panted.

"Life's unfair Sere," Darien purred.

Serena released a small scream – partly from frustration – but mostly because Darien had unexpectedly encased her nipple in his hot mouth and was doing some wicked things.

"Oooh you are so so so bad Darien," She gasped, trying to pull her hands free.

"You don't know how bad I can get," Darien smirked, "That was me trying to be good."

A blush stained her cheeks as how absolutely ravishing he sounded – she was topless for crying out loud. His silky tone promised plenty of the hottest steamiest sex; it made her just want to roll on the floor and beg for him to chain her to him – kinky.

Two can play this Serena thought, opening her thighs and allowing him to slide more into her. Wrapping her legs around his slender hips she pulled him closer and began to softly, teasingly, rub against his hardness. After a second Serena realized she had dug herself deeper in her grave, her actions further arousing herself, well damn.

"So what do you say?" Darien antagonized, "Yes and we make love now, or no and I continue this until you say yes."

"I can't," Serena said hoarsely, "I have to stay for Amy."

"So that's a no," Darien said a dangerous smile adorning his face.

Serena's eyes widened, untangling herself she attempted to get away from his pleasurable torturing – how could she resist what him? Crawling in the opposite direction, Serena found herself crushed beneath him as he tackled her down; Serena had to giggle at his playful manner, no one but herself had seen anything like this from the stoic business man.

"Just what I had in mind, getting further in bed," Darien said, turning her over.

"Darien, you are so mean. I have to stay," Serena protested, covering her chest with her arms.

"So you say, but I'm tired of waiting," he said peeling her arms away.

"But Amy will need me," Serena babbled, "I mean she's going to need girl suppor – DARIEN!" She shrieked as his hand slid down her boxers.

He roguishly grinned at her, "You were saying…"

"Disreputable man!" Serena panted, grabbing his tie and yanking him down until their mouths touched and fused with the heat of passion.

Wrenching his tie off, she managed to part his shirt revealing his golden chest before he broke off, his hair tousled and eyes, dark with lust as he surveyed her beneath him.

"I don't have an answer yet," he purred, those criminal fingers of his brushing her bite marks sending waves of desire down Serena's body.

Serena moaned with frustration, trying to avert her eyes from his defined torso, her body going haywire craving Darien like a drug.

"You might as well agree now, because no matter what you will come with me, even if I have to stick you over my shoulder – not that I would mind". With that Darien began to slowly remove his white shirt, Serena's whole body coiling tighter, her eyes riveted to him.

Straddling her hips, he held tightly on her sides and slowly began to rock. As he did so Serena snorted with laughter then stopped, clamping her hand over her mouth, her eyes watering at the containment of her giggles.

"Ticklish are we?" Darien taunted, amused at her childish weakness.

Darien grinned evilly then let his fingers go over her sides. Serena exploded with laughter, her body arching and writhing beneath him, her eyes closed as she tried to clamp her arms down.

"Puh-puhleeze stop," Serena managed to wheeze, her eyes shining.

At her begging Darien increased the pace and Serena's loud laughter washed over him, her whole body shaking. Even in a fit of laughter Darien found her totally irresistible, his pants uncomfortable against his erection.

"So now what do you say?" Darien said slyly.

"YES!" She cried, "Yes just stop!"

At once he ceased his painful procession and Serena took the moments to gather her sanity. It suddenly occurred to her what she had agreed to and she jerked up, scrambling to the side of the bed.

"Oh no!" She panted.

"Oh yes," Darien smirked, wrapping his steel arms around her and hauling her back beneath him.

In seconds her lips were claimed, and with no limitations Darien released everything, tearing her flimsy boxers away and sliding a finger into her slick entrance. Serena moaned and Darien slowly began to move his finger within her, sending Serena crazy. She mewed softly, her lips craving more of his attention and Darien fulfilled it, moving from her chest and ravaging her mouth. Unlike other times, this was slow, every action conveying their love of each other.

As Darien's lips followed the path of her throat, she felt like a piece of string wound too tight just about to break. Darien's fangs elongated and, agonizingly slowly, he bit into the scars on her neck, his actions sending Serena over the edge, her moans of his name plunging him in ecstasy.

Darien then slowly removed his finger, giving Serena a consolation kiss as she cried at the loss of him. Soon, however, his finger was replaced by something larger as he buried himself deep within her. Serena arched at this, her inner walls quivering, taking a second to adjust to his large size. They fit so perfectly that, once again, Darien was smugly reminded that she was all his, now and forever.

Slowly he moved in a rhythm, becoming faster and faster as they worked in sync. The pleasure both felt was addictive, and yet again the tempo increased, Darien's hands clamping on her hips. As Serena felt herself climax, her body tensed and her inner muscles contracted around Darien, causing him to explode, this time plunging them both over the edge. The feelings that progressed in those perfect seconds were indescribable; it was more then a physical pleasure – so much more. Their souls seemed to merge as one, their hearts beating in the same rhythm, their minds connected.

Darien grunted as he returned to his normal state; it had been well worth the hundreds of years of waiting. Dropping onto Serena he grudgingly slipped from her, and rolled onto his back scooping her into his arms.

Serena relaxed, that had been amazing! Wrapping her arm around his waist, she snuggled into him, feeling rather exhausted – but still wanting more.

"No more for you," Darien interrupted, "You are injured."

"Pfft, that didn't stop you before," Serena grumbled, "And what's up with all the biting?" She added, feeling slick wetness with her fingers as she touched her neck.

"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all as he took her hand and sucked the blood from her fingers.

Serena made the note to protect her mind a little more carefully as he was beginning to tune into her external thoughts. Feeling exceedingly tired, she pulled the sheets higher up her body and closed her eyes – that man was exhausting.

"Why did you do it!" Diamond screamed.

"I did it because I didn't want a fool destroying my chances with his idiotic infatuation!" Damon snarled.

Diamond seethed, the man before him seated in a huge desk chair, had been his idol ever since he was a new vampire. All his life he had viewed Damon as his older brother, discarding his own brother in the process. Though he viewed Damon as a brother, Damon never quite treated him in the same way, always executing everything with cold aloofness. Maybe that's why he idolized him so? Diamond had always wished to be in Damon's family. It had been a dream come true when he found his dream woman, the beautiful and intelligent Serena had been his idols daughter – too good to be true.

So what if he had manipulated her! She would have fallen in love in time anyway – he was just speeding up the process.

"Idiotic! I am far from that – is this how you repay me for returning you back to the land of the living?" Diamond seethed.

"I don't owe you anything! Remember I was the one who granted you immortality," Damon said rising from his seat, his nostrils flaring.

The tension in the room was thick, power surging between the two dominant men.

"Leave me," Damon ordered his voice low and dangerous.

Diamond gave one final hard look with his chilling violet eyes, then spun around and marched stiffly from the room.

"Diamond baby, did everything go okay?" Emerald, slumped against a wall asked.

Diamond spared no glance at her and continued on. Emerald felt angry at his lack of attention, must have been an awful meeting, she concluded. A smile pulled on her dark crimson lips and she flicked her green hair, she could fix this. She could help heal Diamond with a little pleasure, especially since he hadn't managed to get married. Emerald's Cheshire grin increased at this, she had another chance and this time she was going to be way stronger.

She had specially dressed to quickly be undressed, no underwear hiding her body under her sheer blouse or arse curving skirt. Yes; she would seduce Diamond to her she thought happily, pulling the buttons to her belly button loose, so that her large boobs were in danger of popping out.

"Oh Diamond baby," she shrieked, "Wait up, I'll show you my Tai Chi – they have some really interesting positions!"

When Serena awoke she found herself alone, sitting up and wrapping the sheets around her she vaguely remembered Darien saying he had some obligations to fulfil. Sliding from the bed, she grabbed her ancient jeans, with holes all over, and pulled on a blue tee-shirt. Running a brush through her hair, she had to wince at the horrible knots that had formed.

Finishing with her personal appearance she exited her room into the lounge. Catching sight of a certain person, she paused in mid step, sudden shame washing through her.

"Ray," she breathed.

"Hi Serena," she answered tentatively.

She was sitting nervously on the couch looking casual, but well dressed, in a wine red turtleneck, dark grey jeans and black boots. The silence that ensued was deafening, ringing in Serena's ears along with the remembrance of her harsh words.

Ray sighed, "If you want me to go-"

"No, no please don't go," Serena said, "I'm sorry!"

Ray looked shocked and leaned back into the couch. Serena dragged a hand through her hair and sat next to her, debating on how to talk to her.

"What I said was," she paused thinking of the word, "unfair. I made a sudden judgement on you that I shouldn't have made. You may be a vampire but you have never done anything to Amy and I – and I never sensed dark intent from you."

Ray remained silent as she allowed the words to sink in, a slow smile of happiness forming on her beautiful face. Serena smiled too and enveloped Ray in a warm embrace, feeling relief and happiness at having her good friend back.

"You may be a vampire, but I'm learning to get over it, I'm going to stop vampire hunting too," except for Damon.

"Serena, not all vampires are like Darien and Jed," She said, looking into her eyes, "You've only seen the bad. But don't worry you'll get used to being with vampires," you'd better Ray thought worriedly, Darien will want to complete his binding and- she gulped –and make you one of us.

Serena getting turned into a vampire was a totally different ball game from her accepting them.

They idly chatted about events that had happened over the past weeks. However everything was interrupted by a crash from Amy's room. They both jerked from their seated position and ran to Amy's door.

"Maybe you should stay here for now; I don't know how she'll react with you. She's extremely damaged from that bastard Diamond," Serena said disgustedly.

Ray nodded and Serena opened the door a crack and slipped into the room.

The curtains on the windows had been torn off, allowing the maximum amount sun into the room and all the lamps and lights were on. Soft sniffing directed Serena's gaze to the balcony doors where she found Amy sitting on the floor, her knees brought up defensively the bright sun bathing her in golden light. She could see the stress on her face, her uncombed hair sticking all over the place, its blue blackness a stark contrast to her pale tear stained face.

"Amy?" She breathed softly, not wanting to alarm her.

"Rena?" She said, the vulnerable tone of her voice breaking Serena's heart.

"Yeah it's me," she reassured, sitting beside Amy and wrapping an arm over her shoulders.

"I'm scared Serena," she whispered, changing position so that she had her arms tightly around Serena.

Serena held her tightly, wanting to protect her, help her, against the evil demons tormenting her.

"Rena?" Amy said.

"Mmm," She said, confirming she was listening.

"He…he's one of them too," Amy said, her voice cracking in the middle.

"Who is one of them?" Serena asked.

"Za – Za," her voice trembled, but she tried again, "Mr. Fearon." Wincing as she said it.

Serena saw no point in lying and nodded gently. At this Amy began to cry, deep heavy sobs as she buried her head in Serena's shoulder, her body shaking uncontrollably.

"Amy! Amy its okay," Serena exclaimed, rubbing her comfortingly over her back.

"It's not okay Serena!" Amy heaved, "I slept with him!"

Serena was, once again, reminded about the irony of everything and she felt a tear slip down her cheek.

"I don't want to stay here," Amy whispered, glancing around the room nervously, acting as if walls had ears, "I don't want to be anywhere near those – monsters!"

"I'll write a resignation letter for you," Serena said, "And then you can go home and stay with your parents."

"No I don't want to stay with them, they won't believe me, they didn't last time," Amy cried.

"Okay," Serena said, thinking hard, "How about you stay with my family?"

"Would they mind?" Amy sniffed, "Because I would like that."

"No, they won't mind – I'll get Andy to drive you there," Serena reassured.

"Thank you," She smiled weakly.

"Everything will be okay – I promise. So why don't you rest, you look exhausted."

"I can't, my mind is weak when I rest, they could come," she whispered.

"Amy, I promise nothing will happen," Serena said, helping Amy off the floor and leading her to the bed, "Everything will be okay."

Amy didn't look convinced, but Serena drew some runes of comfort and love, and soon Amy's exhausted body succumbed to essential sleep, her breathing becoming long and rhythmic. Deep concern etched over Serena's face, and as a precaution she decorated the room with protection runes and spells, she would keep her promise; she would make everything okay.

Mother earth, I beg of thee,

Protect her heart, protect her soul,

Heal her wounds and sooth the scars,

I beg of you so mote it be!

Thank you for the reviews I received, you can check my response on my livejournal.

Due to my school year beginning to tie up, I probably won't be updating any of my fics until at least November. This is because I have to study for my school exams; I have about nine externals that I have to study for, why did I have to choose so many academic subjects!

Excuse the mistakes in this chapter – I wanted to put it up before I get too busy studying.

Hope you enjoy, I'm going to really miss writing T-T

Also, people will be asking why Damon trying to kill his own child. In short he's gone a little insane.