"Serena", the stranger cocked an eyebrow at her, his head rising from the covers. "What's wrong?"

"How do you know my name?" Pulling the pearl colored satin sheets from her legs, she shot up from the bed. Wait a minute… She didn't have satin sheets. Alarmed, she tumbled onto the cool, amber carpet hitting her head against the wall. She gasped at the absence of her hardwood floors. Glancing around the room, she realized that she wasn't in L.A anymore or at least not the ocean side home that she had grown up in. The walls were colored a midnight blue. A vanity, desk, and dresser graced them as well as a piano and various paintings. She turned to stare out of one of the three four- paned windows when a hand took her gently by the arm. She immediately lashed out with speed that she didn't know she had.

"Let me go!" She wrenched from his grip and stumbling back, crashing into the vanity. Tons of perfume, gloss, and other cosmetics spilled over the carpet. Reaching for a bottle of cologne, she took it firmly in hand and turned the nozzle towards him. "Don't come any closer".

"Serena", he started to chuckle. "What are you going to do? Spray me to death?"

She could feel balls of anger tightening inside. Was he mocking her? She stared at the cologne bottle for a split second. It wouldn't kill him, but it would at least keep him occupied while she made her escape. "I'm warning you".

"With your cologne bottle". He gave a thoughtful smile and tilted his head, blonde wisps falling wildly over his face. His eyes averted to meet hers and where a sapphire calm had been lit a fiery yellow blaze. She gasped, her fingers loosening. She was entranced. So entranced that she didn't hear the shattering shrieks of glass as the bottle hit the vanity stool or the strong scent of cologne as it stung at her nostrils. She didn't even notice the stream of liquid and broken glass as it made its way over her bare feet. She grimaced at the feel of an unfamiliar energy crawling its way into her mind. Then as if by instinct, a force field formed immediately and the strange feeling disappeared. Back to herself now and fully alert, she hissed at the open wounds on her feet. Looking up, she found that her attacker was backing away, a bewildered look in his eyes.

"What are you hiding from me?"

She dodged to her right, but he only blocked her.

"How?" She stood baffled at his cat- like reflex. "How did you do that?"

"Serena", he spoke calmly. "I need you to sit still so I can figure out what's wrong with you".

What's wrong with me? A psychopathic criminal was asking what was wrong with her. Suddenly a dangerous thought crossed her mind. Did he know? His words retraced through her memory.

So I can figure out what's wrong with you…

"My powers", she whispered venomously. "You're after my powers".

"What?"

She had always feared that she would be hunted down by some scientists who had discovered her deepest secret. But she hadn't expected it to be so soon. Had she been so obvious? Was he going to experiment on her? She would never let him…

"You won't get away with this, you know", she threatened him despite the tremor in her voice. "I have a family and friends. They'll come looking for me-"

What she had expected to be annoyance or even terror, ironically turned out to be cruel amusement. Her blood ran cold at the man's laughter. Eyes widened, she backed further into the vanity. With a glance in the mirror she saw a completely different person. Instead of the tangled mess of hair that she had carried to bed the night before, there were long crimson tresses flowing down her back. Her complexion was smooth and elegant, unknown to blemishes or adolescent acne. Her limbs were thinner and longer now, and where innocence and naivety had once been, reigned maturity and an indisputable knowing.

"W- what the hell", she began in shock, stumbling over her words, "did you do to me?" She had heard of plastic surgery and even age enhancers, but this was ridiculous. Unable to pry her attentions from the beautiful woman in the looking glass, she noticed something else. A scarlet flush filled her cheeks at the absence of her pajama shorts and T. In their place was a slinky garnet gown that reminded her of something ordered straight from a Victoria's Secret catalog. The gown was barely low enough to cover her thighs or high enough to hide her chest. A see through flower design crawled up her flat waist and bosom meeting with spaghetti straps as thin as a spider's web. Grabbing a white, silk robe from one of the built in closets, she threw it over her shoulders. The man cocked an eyebrow at her embarrassment.

"Don't", she threatened as he stepped forward and slipped his strong arms around her to remove the robe. "Strange. I thought you adored that gown". He gently traced a finger down her bare back. "I always do".

She nearly jumped at the feel of his touch before flinging him away. "What kind of perv are you!"

"What kind of perv do you want me to be?"

She rolled her eyes in blatant annoyance. "Stop playing games!"

He seemed taken back. "Oh, I'm the one playing games?"

She nodded, out of breath from shouting.

"Serena", he sighed, crossing his arms. "This isn't funny".

"I'm not trying to be funny", she whispered, tears burning at her eyes. I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry, she told herself, determined not to show any signs of emotional weakness. But no matter how much she struggled to hold back her emotions, the feeling lingered, and the harder she tried, the more difficult the struggle became. She turned her face from him, her bottom lip quivering.

"I'm sorry", he solaced her, his tone soft with compassion. "I didn't mean to frighten you".

She could only shrug, afraid of what would come out if she attempted to reply.

"Come here"

When she didn't, he walked up behind her and took her by the shoulders. Gently turning her towards him, he cupped her face in his hands. "Tell me what happened"

Her only response was a steady stream of tears. Taking her into his arms, he leaned down to kiss them away before breathing tenderly into her ear. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you".

"Why not?" she inquired, unable to look him in the eye. She was still ashamed at her obvious display of emotion.

"Serena, I love you"

Raising an eyebrow, she turned to meet his eyes. They were deep, loving, affectionate… He was apparently a very good actor…

She scowled. "And I suppose that in the ten minutes that you've known me, you've fallen head over heels, hm?"

"Ten minutes?" he asked, puzzled.

She stared at him in sympathy. Perhaps he wasn't harmless at all. She had read about those who strayed too far from reality and created their own little dream world. Maybe, there, he really did love her. But then again, she couldn't remember ever seeing him before, let alone giving him any reason to love her. Her heart beat quickened as her imagination ran wild. She swallowed hard, thinking of the latter. Or maybe he was the Ted Bundy type… Pulling from his embrace, she backed away towards a tall wooden door. "I'm getting out of here".

He smirked in amusement. "Go ahead".

She paused. "What?"

"Go on. You said you were leaving".

"Oh", she muttered, awed at his sudden change of heart. Maybe she had been right about him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He didn't seem like he was capable of taking anything. Except hearts, a small voice piped up from the back of her head. She shook it off before taking one last glance at her captor. Then, forcing her attentions from the dangerous blonde, she touched the cold, smooth doorknob.

"Mommy!" a small cry arose from beneath her. Looking down, she saw two children, a girl and a boy. They both smiled up at her with their forest green eyes, sandy blonde hair hanging wildly over their faces. The girl yawned, her tiny fingers pulling at the sleeves of her crescent moon pajamas.

"Mommy?" Serena asked. The day just seemed to become more and more complicated. She narrowed her eyes. "Did he kidnap you too?"

The man nodded sarcastically. "Oh, I kidnapped them alright". With that said, he picked the boy up and wrestled him to a cerulean rug in a tickle hold. Like most children, the girl couldn't stand being ignored and started to pull at the man's ears. "My turn! My turn!" When the boy was breathless, he turned on the girl who began to scream gleefully and race around the room. When the boy had caught his breath, he ran after them "Daddy!"

Serena's breath caught in her throat. Daddy? He didn't look old enough to be a father. And why had they called her "mommy"? She moaned, her head spinning.

"Sure you don't wanna stay?" He smiled at her from his place on the ground, his children spread out on either side of him red with laughter.

She nodded.

"Positive?"

"Yeah". She turned to the children to wave, but only got strange looks in return.

"Is mommy going crazy?" the girl whispered into her father's ear.

He nodded. "Either that or she had too much to drink last night".

Serena's eyebrows furrowed and not sure of what exactly to say, she pulled open the door… to reveal a shoe closet. Trembling in rage, she turned back towards him. "You… you jerk!" She raised a hand to strike him, but he caught it in midair. With her spare arm, she picked up a boot from the closet and heaved it at him. He caught it with his other hand and tossing it to the side, took her by the arm.

"Let me go!" she cried defenseless now. "Help me!" She looked to the girl and boy, but they were still on the ground giggling. This time, at her. She scowled. Were they used to this sort of thing?

The man sighed at her effortless attempts. "We're back where we started". Then with lightening fast speed, he pinned her wrists to the bed and forced her down.

"Ooooooooooooooooooh", the girl and boy sang from the carpet.

"Stop!" she cried kicking at him with her bare feet. He winced when she struck him across the head before holding her legs down with his knees. She writhed and squirmed for about three more minutes and then finally ceased due to exhaustion, breathing heavily into the satin sheets.

"Are you finished yet?" He smiled down on her. She couldn't respond, too busy attempting to bite at his fingers. He chuckled. "I guess not".

"Stop laughing at me!" she roared, her eyes glowing a fiery green.

This only made him laugh harder and her glare deepened.

"This is weird, you know"

He nodded. "I was thinking more along the lines of kinky, but correct me if I'm wrong".

She groaned, her legs growing numb. "You're too heavy"

"You didn't seem to mind last night", he whispered. "So will you listen to me now?"

"Last night?" She roared.

He sighed tiredly, his grip loosening. "Me and my big mouth".

At this, Serena wrenched her arms away and started to slap at him with her palms. The girl's laughter filled the room.

"You fight like a girl, mommy!"

The boy ran to his father's side and started to pull at his legs. "Getoff- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off- get off…" His sister joined the chant and soon they were both pulling and prodding at the man.

"Thanks", Serena mumbled at the children before rolling off of the bed. Running at the door opposite of the shoe closet, she raced down an ivory staircase, into a large living area and finally out of the front door.

HOLA! PAY ATTENTION! PUT YOUR ATTENTION HERE PLEASE! YES HERE! Er… ok! Read and review! Yes review! Don't be afraid of that little "Go" button (cheesy smile) And now I'm gonna be a lame and post responses to reviews that I got from this story so far. It seemed like fun…

Demon Goddess: I will update as fast as I can. I keep creating stories without finishing old ones and it just puts more work on my hands dammit! And, ah, glad you think it is funny! Thanx!

Jaguarmoon: Glad you like it! Keep reading! It's er… good for your health! (cheesy smile)

Shadowings: What does waii mean? O.o And I can't stop playing with your mind! I mean its RIGHT THERE! What do you expect me to do? Leave it alone?

Goddess of Shiny Stuff: Glad you can't wait to read more of this!

AND THAT'S IT SO FAR!