About an hour later, Darien was staring at her in shock. This was unbeliveable. If she didn't have the cuts to prove it, he would never have believed her.

"Honestly, I don't know what to do or say," he said.

"I can understand that. It took me awhile to relize that I'm not in a nightmare," she said grimly.

"And this guy is serious. He will really kill people if you tell,"

"Ye...OH GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?" she becan crying.

"Oh God Darien, I'm so sorry! I'm such a fucking idiot,"

"Thats true," a voice said. They both turned around and standing right behind Darien was the strong looking brown haired electric green eyed 5'10 man she had described. And he was holding up a knife. "Well, Darien, you should have listened to Serena when she told you not to take off her shirt. Now look what it caused you," Micheal taunted. Darien was too horrified to speak or move and Serena began snapping back.

"Thats because he cares,"

"Yeah, enough to die just to clean your cuts. Awhow sweet,"Micheal sneered

"He would have found out eventually,"

"Yeah, but I was kinda hoping it would be after I'm long gone,"

"Well, you would have killed me before you left,"

"Honestly, I like you. I was reconsidering killing you but sadly, I can't do that," Micheal went for Serena. She rolled over and he missed her by a couple inches.

"Cmon Darien, she said and grabbed his hand. He just let her take the lead since he had no idea what was going on. They ran to his room.

"S...shouldn't we go out the door?" Darien managed to choke out.

"He's standing right in front of it. Not a good idea,"

"Whats the worst he could do?"

"This," Micheal interrupted, grabbing Serenas throat. He threw her against the wall. and drew out his knife. Even through the T shirt material, she could feel the cold blade of the knife scraping across her collarbone.

"No! Don't touch her!" Darien yelled as he threw a chair at him. When the chair hit him, they both went tumbling to the ground. Serena managed to turn around and cutMicheal with his knife. She shoved Darien into the closet with a surprising amount of strengh. Then she ran into the kitchen and began throwing open drawers, hoping to find a decent knife. She found one about five inches long just as Micheal creeped up behind her. She whipped around and dug the knife deep in his upper arm. With a curse, he grabbed her and pushed her on the table.

"You're going to pay for that bitch," he said. He slid his hand under her shirt and squeezed one of her breasts. She screamed and tried to hit him with the knife again only to have Micheal take it from her. Oh God, she thought. This isn't happening. She screamed out again when he dragged his hand down her stomach and began fumbling with the button of her jeans. The next thing she knew, Micheal was thrown off her. She looked up and saw that Darien had thrown a VCR at him.

"How'd you get the VCR?" she asked.

"Oh, I was about tho throw it away. It was on my bed,"

"Thank you so much," she said, kissig his cheek. Darien couldn't help but notice that she smelled like lavenders. "SHIT!" she screamed, ripping him out of his thoughts. Dairen looked and saw that Micheal had a small silver pistol. And he was pointing it at Darien.

A/N: Kinda rushed but I promise you a better chapter. Keep the reviews comming!