By: Lady Isis

Rating: M

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

Chapter 21

Together's endeavours ;P

Sorry for any mistakes, thnx to Meli-Chan39, who pounced on me, lol, for getting me back into action! S'cus the shortness of this chap, I usually hate giving short chapters but hey! It was now or never. Also s'cus the mistakes, I am a horrendous speller slash grammarist, (it takes me about a week of re-reading over chapter contents before I post) so if there is mistakes, please tell me, because I have a problem of just totally missing errors. I'll fix any mistakes in the next upload of chapter.

Serena lay on her stomach slanted over her bed, legs moving backwards and forwards – a somewhat girlie action, though still alluring in its innocence. Her eyes were closed, her head propped in her hands and a somewhat strained expression on her face, showing that she was thinking about something – and it was stressing her.

A hand flittered over her shoulders, bare from the thin straps of her satin chemise, alerting her to an intruder. Rolling onto her back, she relaxed as she saw the intruder to be Darien, a soft smile curving on her luscious lips.

"Hello Darien," She said pulling at her sheets, "I was just about to go to sleep, so it's more good night then hello," she said quickly crawling beneath the shield of her blankets, turning away from him.

"Have you forgotten Sere?" He purred in her ear, "You're coming with me."

Before she could protest, the sheets were ripped from her body, followed by strong muscled arms scooping her into an iron embrace. Serena cursed; she had hoped that he had somehow forgotten the arrangement.

"Forget, how could I forget?" Darien said, amusement glittering in his dark eyes.

"Hey," Serena protested, "You can't listen in on my thoughts."

"I didn't mean to baby, it's just you were projecting them," he smiled infuriatingly, "And I couldn't ignore them if they are open."

"Can't I stay here for the night," Serena suggested, putting on an adorable kitten expression, "I'm so tired Darien."

"I'll let you sleep for as long as you like," Darien smiled pausing, "When you're in my bed."

"But-"

"No buts baby, you agreed," Darien reminded smugly.

Serena pouted, but felt happy inside at the prospect of being with Darien.

"Just grab a coat, I have a limo waiting outside, you can get clothes tomorrow," He said.

Serena felt too fatigued to argue, so she got a long mid-calf coat, and slipped on some blue heels.

"Good," Darien grinned victoriously, curving an arm around her waist and leading her out the bedroom.

In the lounge she encountered Ray, who smiled, telling Serena she would look after Amy until Andrew came the next morning. Serena, with those reassurances, relaxed leaning into Darien who lead the way, and before she knew it they were outside, about to climb into the limo. Darien stepped in the way of the blistering wind, shielding Serena as she climbed within the cavity. As the car began to move, Serena had extreme trouble keeping awake as the cars smooth engine threatened to lull her to the land of dreams.

"Go to sleep," Darien said, pulling her into the warm and safe position on his lap, within his arms.

Serena sighed with contentment, burying her face within his neck, breathing in the spicy scent of his cologne. Warm and comfortable she was unable to resist the temptation of sleep, as its dark fingers invaded her mind.

Darien kissed her forehead, his arms curving tightly around her tiny form. Yes, he had gotten Serena and was now taking her into his territory, where he could properly protect her from the dangers that were stalking her. As the car glided to a stop in Darien's property, he cradled her gently as he exited the car and entered his massive contemporary mansion.

Navigating through the many corridors he quickly arrived at his room, where he laid Serena on the black satin bed, peeling her coat away revealing her soft body. The rose coloured negligee gave a teasing view of her small figure, her silvery hair rippling over the black material in waves of silk – far more majestic then satin beneath her. A smile curved on Darien's face, she was lovely – and all his. Primitive but he couldn't suppress the feeling, especially being the dominant sex and from a time period (some 700 years ago) when chauvinism was the only way. It was his duty to protect his soul mate, to make sure that she got everything she needed, and he would make sure she got everything and anything – she was his life now.

Stripping to his boxers, Darien slid in beside Serena and pulled her against him. He never really required sleep, but he would gladly pick it up if he was beside Serena. She quickly adjusted to his body, fitting snugly into him like a puzzle piece. Her hand had came to rest on his hip, very close to there and he instantly found himself becoming aroused. He debated waking her up, so that he could ravage her senseless, but decided against it – save her energy for tomorrow.

Some time early in the morning Serena woke up with an inexplicit hunger, as she climbed from the bed it dawned on her that she was at Darien's house – her new home. Turning she saw Darien sleeping still, his body positioned around an empty gap, where she was supposed to be. Exiting the room Serena aimlessly wandered around until she was able to locate a kitchen – and what a kitchen it was!

"Lita would kill to work in here," she mumbled to herself, eyeing the contemporary equipment gleaming like stars, "Now there must be some chocolate somewhere."

Flicking through the many cupboards, she found tons of pots and pans before she managed to even make her way to the food area. She wrinkled her nose at the dry foods slamming the cupboard closed; wincing at the noise, and then was back to business.

"Canned food," She mumbled, moving on, "Urg, vegetables," Slamming that closed, "Chocolate!" She yelled in victory, she was beginning to lose hope – if Serena didn't know Darien was a vampire, she'd be convinced he was a health freak.

"Awww shit, that's not cool!" She cursed; there was no way in heaven or hell she was going to reach the chocolate on the highest shelf. What idiot put it up there! Didn't they have any consideration for short people? What's worse there was nothing to stand on, and the chocolate block was just crying for Serena to eat it.

Stretching up she made a futile effort to get the block, her hip painfully pushed up against the pantry shelves. Just as she was about to give up and find a corner to cry in, a long tanned arm grabbed the block for her, doing it with taunting ease.

"Yay! Chocolate!" She said taking the chocolate from Darien's hands, opening the packaging and placing a small block into her mouth, "Have a piece," She said, taking a second block and pushing it against his lips, sliding it in with her finger.

Darien was more interested in her finger then the chocolate, discarding the block to the side and sucking her finger. He had watched her leave the bed and walk round the house, in circles, until she located the kitchen. He had lost control though, when he saw her reaching for the chocolate, her little night gown rising, giving him a delightful view of her lacy panties that covered her shapely backside. He made a mental note, to put all chocolate in high places for his own selfish pleasure.

Removing her finger, she went back to her chocolate, leaving Darien feeling slightly neglected and jealous that the chocolate, which give her so much happiness.

"Where's my thank you?" He asked innocently before kissing her, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

The chocolate tasted delicious from her mouth, but then, even caviar would taste delicious from her lips. Pushing closer, he tried to pull the large block from her hands as it obstructed her soft breasts from his chest.

"No! My chocolate!" She said, clamping it her and turning, running away from the person threatening her food.

Following her he let her get away, giving her false security, then pounced from the shadows so that she rammed into him.

"Okay, okay," Serena said, "I'm willing to share," trying to push another block between his lips.

Removing her hand he grinned, "I'd rather taste it from you," brushing her lips before sucking on her lower, chocolate coated lip.

She moaned softly, feeling his hand sliding down her leg and up her nightwear to cup her bottom through her sheer underwear.

"Lets go upstairs and burn off those calories," He said, "Before the maids find us exercising on the carpet."

Serena didn't like the thought of the maids catching them, but the sun was just starting to peak over the glittering water bordering the estate, indicating the world would start soon. Serena didn't protest as Darien picked her up and ran her upstairs, giving her the opportunity to stuff her face until Darien was right back to kissing her.

Darien couldn't understand why Serena was silently laughing her body shaking; he hadn't touched her sensitive parts – yet. The answer came as he peeled the negligee off and found a piece of chocolate had been lost down her top, the block reduced to a brown streak down her chest. Erotically he began to lick the sweet treat from her breasts, making Serena moan and giggle at the sensual action. Despite all this, she remarkably still found times, between Darien's kisses, to pop more chocolate in her mouth.

A little vexed at her split attention, he unexpectedly jerked the chocolate block from her hands, smothering her cry of loss with a deep soul searing kiss, and after that the chocolate was forgotten.

Lita sighed, blowing a stand of hair from her face, as she went over Jupiter's accounting reports. She looked riveted to the papers, but in actual fact she was far from that, her mind thinking about him, the sexy sensual sounding man who rescued her. She didn't usually like the term 'rescued her' but in this case it seemed appropriate, and despite how corny it sounded, he was her knight in shining armour – now if only he could do her accounting.

"Hello," A familiar deep voice said in the empty bar, sending shivers down Lita's back.

All of a sudden Lita was assaulted by the intruders, fantastic, stunning, gorgeous looks. Her mouth went dry, she always was a sucker for masculine men, and the one before her had to be the optimum. Hard edged face with wavy shoulder length hair, and piercing dark hazel eyes. It was extremely rare for a man to be taller then her, so it was unusual for her to tilt her head back to meet his gaze.

"Ah um we're not open till tonight," Lita said, resisting to rake her eyes down his fantastic broad chest.

Urg he was way too much for a girl like Lita to take, he needed to be handed out in moderation, otherwise disastrous consequences could happen, for example, Lita throwing himself in his arms and kissing his sculpted lips. A blush started on her cheeks as naughtier images appeared. Grabbing a piece of broke ice she popped it in her mouth to cool off.

"I'm not here for a social time," He said watching her caress the ice between her lips enviously.

"Oh, then how can I help you?" She asked, leaning on the bar, his eyes been drawn to her full breasts peaking through the neck of her camisole.

You can start by peeling that top off and letting me touch you, "I have heard about your skills in the kitchen, and I have a proposition if you're open."

"Proposition huh, okay what do you want me to do," she said, taking a cloth and needlessly cleaning her impeccable bench.

I want you to climb over that bench so that I can ravage you, "I think you are aware of Serena Lennox,"

"Yep, great friend, gave me money to start this place, go on," She said.

"Yes well her boyfriend—"

"Holy shit! She never told me she got a boyfriend, the sneaky girl I'll have to check him out,"

Nathaniel didn't like the checking him out at all, he wanted her to only check him out; he would willingly strip naked right where he stood for her – wasn't he good enough?

"So anyway her boyfriend wants to throw a birthday surprise for her, and who better to organise the cuisine then yourself, who has an idea in what she likes."

"All right," Lita said, "I think I'm game."

"Hey Leets, your hero has arrived to combat the evil accounting," a young average height man said, interrupting their conversation. For once Lita was annoyed by his interruption.

"Hi," he said uninterestedly at Nathaniel as he stole a kiss from Lita.

"Um, hi Ken," she said, turning her attentions back to an irritated Nathaniel.

"Here, give me a call if you want the job, I pay very high and it would be worth your time," He said handing her his business card, touching her fingers which sent a jolt of electricity through them.

"Okay Mr. Dreson."

"Please Nathanial or Nathan for short," he said, giving her a seductive grin as he shot the man pushing behind her a nasty glare.

"Alright, sure, Nathan, I'll phone you when I've decided,"

He almost purred like a cat at her saying his name, he wanted her to say it over and over again for his own pleasure, but first he had to get rid of her toy boy.

Amy climbed out of Andrews four wheel drive, looking at the premises that they were parked in. It was a lovely old house, a combination of wood and brick to make the two storey premises, in a nice neighbourhood. She jumped in fright as the door was thrown open and a woman streaked from the house, her dishwater blonde hair streaked with grey.

"Ahh Andy you finally arrived, give your old mother a hug," Meredith said.

"Hey mom," he said breaking off, "This is Amy, the one Sere told you about on the phone."

"Well hello," Meredith said, giving Amy a warm hug, "Please come in, would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes please," she said politely, her eyes roaming nervously around the trees as darkness began to settle in, "Can we please go inside?"

"Why of course my dear, this is, after all to be your home for as long as you stay," Meredith said, "I'm so glad I'll have someone living with me. It has been a total bore after Andrew and Serena ran off and abandoned me."

"Andrew," She snapped with authority, "Take Amy's bags to Serena's old room."

"Yeah, slave driver," he muttered picking the bags up.

"I herd that dear boy," she said up the stairs.

"Now my dear," Meredith said turning to her, "Let it go."

"Let what go?" She asked confused by the strange demand.

"Let the tears go, I'm here and we'll get through what has happened, together," Meredith said.

The tears instantly welled and dripped from her eyes, the huge weight upon her slender shoulders melting at Meredith's kind words. At once Meredith enveloped her within a comforting embrace, stroking her back as Amy buried her head in his shoulder.

"I loved him, I loved him," she said, "I still do."

"Who sweetheart, who do you love?" Meredith asked softly.

"A vampire."

I managed to write this and I had a heap of fun doing so. I added my own feelings in the chocolate rampage, maybe tall people will take heed and put things lower for us shorties XD. Soz for any mistakes.

-Lady Isis