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Her screams, frantic and full of terror, caused Raye's blood to run cold, her mouth open in horror as they continued to sound for what seemed like an eternity. For a moment in time she was frozen, unable to react despite her mind's own urgings.
"My God..." she breathed, finally shouting into the phone after finding her lost voice.
"Serena! Serena, answer me! Serena!"
A loud thud followed, her screams soon fading to nothing as the phone went dead, leaving her in a state worse than mere shock.
"No!"
Turning back, Raye dashed like mad for the door, to find someone…anyone that could help. Stumbling along the way, a loud buzzing overtaking her ears, she recovered her footing, finally reaching the door and flinging it open with a crash.
So many thoughts clouded her mind that she was incapable of processing any of them. Never had she heard such sounds, so desperate and full of fear.
Pushing past throngs of staring patrons, she made her way frantically towards the others, Lita rising in alarm upon noting her state of being.
"Raye? What…?"
"Serena! Oh, God, something's wrong! Something's happened!"
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Darkness remained, the early morning hours shrouded in a dull cloak of grey as her eyes fluttered open, blinking as they adjusted to the still blackness of the room.
Not knowing where she was, Serena's first thought was flight, though a sudden wave of nausea waylaid her before she could carry out her plan of escape.
Eyes finally focusing on her surroundings, she took note that she was in someone's bedroom, a soft, dark blanket draped across her.
A bit of moonlight filtered in through the closed blinds that covered the window to her left, the blaring red number display of the alarm clock upon the bedside table an assault to her still tender vision.
The clock read 4:14, and she tried to recall exactly what had occurred since she'd left the haven of her home so many hours earlier. She noticed the bitter taste of liquor remaining upon her tongue, as well as another familiar taste. After a moment, she recognized it to be blood, and she winced as her tongue ran over her split lip.
Memory flooded her mind quickly, the fear returning with reckless abandon: the man that had attacked her…the scene she'd been privy to without realizing the danger.
Had he taken her to this place? She somehow doubted her attacker would be concerned with her comfort in the least, as she pushed the warmth of her covering aside.
Looking down, she noticed her blouse was ripped, her bare skin showing in patches, her skirt stained dark with what she guessed to be blood, dirt, or a mixture of both.
As she tried to stand, she winced, only to collapse back down upon the large mattress. She seemed to ache all over, her neck muscles stiff, skinned knees burning and throat tight. Nothing had been right about this night. She should've known better than to put herself in such a situation.
Not only had she been drunk, but she'd gone out into the night alone, knowing all the while that it was an idiotic plot. Raye would kill her this time for sure. She nearly winced again as she imagined the angry diatribe that awaited her upon her return. But first, she had to ensure that she would, in fact, be returning. Even facing her friend's rage would be better than this.
Serena had no idea as to her whereabouts, nor whose company she'd find herself in. She was assured that the longer she stayed, the more peril she'd put herself in. Though still unsure of exactly what she'd witnessed beneath the willow tree, she was sure it was nothing to gloat over. Someone had been killed…perhaps more than one. Somehow, she had to find her senses and get herself back to the world she knew.
The flash of metal as the knife flew through the air flashed through her mind, a sight she hoped to soon forget. Her heart began beating irregularly at the mere thought of it, and she struggled to maintain what little composure she'd managed to find.
Looking about, she saw a mirror to the right, reflecting shards of moonlight back into her eyes. The contents of the room were sparse, the bed, a dresser and bedside table the only furniture dotting the space. She spotted two doors, having no clue as to where either would lead.
A sudden sharp noise in the next room brought her head up, panic rising within her once more. Her heart racing, Serena shrank back towards the iron headboard, her hand brushing against something curious. Fingers searching, her eyes grew wide as she pulled the weighty silver handgun from beneath the very pillow she'd been resting upon.
Turning the weapon over in her hands, uncertainty reigning, the bedroom door opened, her eyes immediately falling upon the newcomer.
She watched him start towards her, concealing the gun behind her as she stared him through, her breath coming in short gasps. He said not a word as he moved closer, his bare torso marred by white gauze across his chest and shoulder.
With both dismay and overwhelming relief, the disheveled girl realized the man to be none other than Darien, his face coming to view as he stopped just short of the bed. Looking up at him, emotions thick within, she found her voice, cursing inwardly at how broken she sounded.
"What's happening? Where are we?" she asked, her body shrinking back as he took a seat upon the mattress next to her.
"You're safe," he replied, sparking much irritation to flow from her.
"Safe? Are you kidding me? Do you even recall what's happened tonight? People are dead, Darien! Who the fuck are you? What are you doing?" she shouted, angry tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Calm down. It won't help," he informed her, frowning as she avoided his outstretched hand.
"You have no right to tell me to calm down!" she bellowed, her fingers closing around the gun before she could stop them. As his hands neared, she aimed, holding the weapon to his chest, cheeks wet with tears and eyes wide. Darien looked down, his face void of any emotion. The only sign of humanity was within his eyes, swirling like storm clouds over a turbulent sea.
"Who are you?" she all but whispered, tears streaming down her face, hands shaking as she forced herself to keep the cold steel pressed against his chest.
She'd noticed the bandages as he'd entered, the urge to comfort him nagging somewhere deep within despite the anger flowing forth from her. However, fear had taken her over, all sense of reason vanishing and leaving nothing but instinct to carry her.
"Calm down," he advised again, seemingly unfazed by the entire situation, his smoldering eyes transfixed upon her.
"Not until you answer me. What the hell is going on, Darien? Is that even your name?" she scoffed, morbidly unsure of the weighty weapon she held in her hands.
"There isn't any time. We don't have long. It won't be safe here forever," he told her, leaning ever closer.
"Stay back! I'm not going anywhere with you!" she cried, raising the gun so that it was held just beneath his throat.
"So shooting me will make this all go away, will it? I think, Serena, that it'd best to take my advice. I'm not going to let anything harm you," he assured her, his hand straying to her cheek, thumb brushing a few rogue tears away gently.
His softness surprised her, a small shiver coursing through her, the upset enough to allow him to make his move. In one fluent motion he'd captured control of the firearm, removing the clip and tossing both to the floor before she'd realized her fault. She gasped as his larger frame moved over her, pinning her against the mattress. His hands held her wrists, her eyes wide with shock as she stared up at his dark, striking features.
"Listen to me. I never wanted this for you. I curse myself for ever bringing you into it, but I couldn't stop it. Understand that I'll die before anyone hurts you. But now, we've got to move. It won't be safe here for much longer. You've got to trust me, Serena. I'll take care of you," he promised, his face merely inches from her own.
The warmth of his skin had settled into her, penetrating the cold defenses she'd attempted to erect. His eyes held hers, their depths unfathomable and full of not a trace of malice.
"Why should I trust you?" she managed, heat rising within the core of her soul despite her confusion.
Even now, her body was working of its own accord, just as it did every time he was near. She couldn't deny it, no matter the circumstance. Something about him caused her to lose any and all judgment. His dark eyes traveled from her eyes to her lips and back, and she could feel his heart beating against her chest, echoing throughout her.
Her own breath was becoming a bit ragged, his proximity nearly her undoing. She'd wanted nothing else since she'd first beheld the sight of him. Each night, her sleep had been plagued by him, his eyes always looking into her, searching her soul for what she'd never intended to expose to anyone.
Every daydream had brought him back to her, the feeling of his urgent touches driving her to the far reaches of madness. She'd awakened more than once with a start, her skin hot and body trembling, eyes searching her empty room in desperate hope of finding the object of her mad desire.
But now, the reality was too much. Though her night had been one of pure terror, like some surreal nightmare, the feeling of his comfortable weight upon her, guarding her against any harm, was the only thing registering in her mind. The warm scent of him, the heat consuming her…it was her every dream becoming reality.
Silent moments ticked by, Serena's rasping breaths echoing throughout the room while she trembled beneath him, eyes pleading for what her voice could not.
Noticing her stress, he leaned down, his breath warm against her lips. There he lingered, feeling the strain of her body as she struggled for contact. She felt so small beneath him, so fragile, as if she would break were he not careful.
The longer he'd spent in her company, the more his chest pained him whenever she was near. He'd tried to fight, tried to keep his mind on his work; and then, it'd happened.
Though he was unsure of how or why, she'd witnessed exactly what he'd determined to keep her from knowing. Now, after this night, nothing would be the same.
Not only had he managed to get himself shot, but he'd unwittingly trapped her in his dark world. They'd seen her face. Even now, he knew, they were searching for them both.
No witnesses. It was the way it worked. He cursed himself for allowing one to escape him. That single mishap had put both their lives in danger.
His own he was capable of keeping intact. Hers, however, was much too clean for his hands to touch. She was so naïve to the goings on around her. It wouldn't be long that he could keep her in the dark. She deserved to know, but at the moment, he could bring himself to do nothing but drown in her…her warmth, her scent. The beautiful sounds she was making beneath him were driving his guilt away completely.
Succumbing to his own body's urgings, his lips touched hers gently, tasting the sweetness he'd grown to long for, mingled with the bitter flavor of liquor. He lapped lightly at the gash across her bottom lip, taking care not to anger it further.
Bewildered by his care, Serena responded in kind, body writhing in frustration at being held captive by his hands. She leaned into his kiss, eyes closed and mind overwhelmed. wRealizing her need his hands lowered, releasing her wrists to move to more tactical ground.
Her own hands came to rest upon the panes of his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. He was so warm, his bare skin radiating warmth like the sun.
The gentleness of his strong hands was something she'd never expected. Their earlier encounters had been so aggressive and forceful, and yet, the present care he was putting forth, hands roaming over her, was causing her distress to fade completely, so that nothing but the feeling of him against her skin remained.
"Darien?" she breathed, needing reassurance.
Her breath became short, his lips urgent as they met her own, hands molding the flesh of her hips tenderly.
"Trust me," he nearly whispered, his request more like a plea, his body growing restless from their closeness.
His hand tilted her chin back as his knee slid between her thighs, feeling the heat of her body. He was becoming more beast than man with each passing moment, his every instinct roaring to life, the longing for the taste of her nearly more than he could bear.
Likewise, Serena's mind was shrouded by a deep haze, desire flooding her entire being. Her arms moved to pull him closer still, fingers anchoring in the dark hair at the base of his neck.
She could think of nothing else, save the warmth of his body, the hunger of his kisses as they drove her to the far reaches of madness.
A sharp intake of breath sounded, his hands making short work of what remained of her tattered top, tossing the rag to the floor while his lips dipped to the newly exposed skin.
They trailed hotly along the column of her neck, teeth nipping sharply here and there, eliciting soft sounds from the girl who'd managed to steal him away from the world he'd grown to know.
A small sound akin to a whimper sounded, Darien's head rising in confusion. He found looked down upon her, arms crossed over her still covered chest in an act of modesty he'd neither seen nor expected from her. He was totally puzzled by her actions, the way she seemed suddenly overcome by reserve.
"It's alright, baby," his voice assured her, gentle as his touch. His sentiment touched her heart, almost painfully. She'd been prepared to give up on him only hours before.
But now, despite how horrifying things had become, it seemed impossible to ever forget. No one had ever caused her to feel so free, so dear as he did each time his hands were upon her. The mere sound of his voice warmed her, somehow filled the void that had always seemed to lurk within.
His hands were under her, fingers fumbling with the closure of the bit of lace separating him from what he longed for. She rose toward him, assisting him in his frantic work until it too was tossed aside, his hungry mouth seeking out one tender mound of flesh, tongue hot as he tasted her.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, her eyes gazing down upon his dark head as he continued his fervent exploration. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into him as his lips paid her homage, a previously unknown wave of bliss washing over her.
"I want you. Just you," she breathed, her small hand running soothingly across his injured shoulder, her body arching up against his.
Her words, simple though they were, seemed the most profound ever uttered. With just those words, she'd managed to capture him totally, what remained of his reason giving way to her endearment.
"You're so beautiful, Serena," he managed, his lips unable to leave her for long.
Without realizing her actions, her hands had moved to his waist, tugging desperately at the button of his pants. Likewise, his own fingers had snagged the side zipper of her skirt, sliding it down her hips and taking advantage of the bare skin he soon found. Every movement of her body was like a small reward, the site of her lying topless before him the most beautiful he'd ever witnessed.
"I…God…" she breathed, sinking further into the lustful fog surrounding them. Her eyes opened long enough to meet his, dark with a hunger that both frightened and soothed her.
His hands were pure, ungodly torment, one that she knew she'd never be whole without knowing. She wanted to beg, to plead for him to touch her, to take her very breath away.
Frustrated that his hands couldn't be everywhere at once, Darien relished every inch of her, committing her gorgeous curves and hollows to memory.
Just as his lips touched the soft skin of her stomach, his head shot up, alarm clearly written across his features. Still lost in the moment, she reached for him, eyes curious as he continued gazing towards the closed door.
"What…?"
He was already up, hastily donning his coat from where it lay upon the floor. He'd collected the previously discarded gun soon after, reloading it with a click and shoving it down the back of his pants as he again turned to her.
"We've got to go. Now," he told her, his tone alone snapping her out of her momentary stupor.
Before she could move he was pulling her to her feet, draping one of his shirts around her and leading her to the window by the hand.
Struggling with buttons as she followed, she nearly jumped as she too heard the source of his urgency. A loud blast from the adjoining room told her that they were no longer alone. Cursing loudly, he ripped the blinds from the window, tossing them to the floor with a thunderous crash.
Her eyes fixed fearfully on the door, she cringed as the sound of breaking glass sounded, gasping as she was pulled from the room and out onto the fire escape. She saw that he was bleeding, though his face showed no signs of pain in the least.
"Hold on," he advised, her arms automatically clinging to him as he climbed onto the ladder, her panicked scream soon splitting both the air and his eardrums.
Riding the ladder down, he leapt clear before it struck the ground with a clang, grabbing Serena's hand and pulling her down the alley towards the street.
Her bare feet caught what seemed to be every bit of gravel along the pavement, but she dared not make a sound. She concentrated on keeping up with him, though his tight grip on her hand made it impossible for her to lag behind.
A sudden turn took her by surprise, the two darting down yet another alley to the right. She gasped as she was lifted off the ground, his arm holding her securely to him as they ducked into a parking garage, the eerie darkness quite alarming.
Darien's eyes were everywhere, searching for anything that could be lurking in the shadows. Her arms clung to his neck, her heart racing like mad.
Ducking in and out of parked cars, they finally reached his black Jeep. Producing his keys from his pocket, they were soon inside, Serena trembling a bit as she sat next to him.
The engine soon roared to life, tires squealing as they reached the street, turning onto the freeway that led north and away from the dangers of the city.
Several silent moments passed, her eyes glancing now and again into the rear view mirror, sure she'd see someone following. They were alone, however, the glow of the streetlights flashing over them as they passed.
The sun had begun to rise, the sky stained a rosy pink between what remained of the grey clouds of night. Serena was startled by the warmth of his hand closing over hers, and she looked over to find his dark blue eyes upon her.
With a bit of coercion, she slid in next to him, her head coming to rest wearily upon his shoulder as they drove, the sun rising steadily at their side. Neither spoke, his arm holding her close against him, eyes focused on the road stretching out before them.
She was too exhausted to find the words to express how she felt, her fingers coming to rest gently upon the side of his neck, the comfort of his presence driving away all that plagued her mind.
The rising and falling of his chest soon calmed her, his lips reverently touching her forehead as they passed under the last streetlight marking the city limit. Engine roaring as he increased their speed, he set his eyes upon the sparse lights in the distance.
Unsure of his plan, he knew only one thing to be true: he would keep her safe, no matter the cost. If not for him, she'd be lost in the land of dreams, unaware of the reality of the shadows that existed in the world.
Even so, that would mean never knowing her; never feeling the softness of her skin against his, the taste of her upon his lips. He cursed himself for the selfishness of his thoughts, though he knew them to be true.
Now that he'd known what it was like to have her in his arms, nothing could ever compare. Nothing else would ever be able to sate him.
"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his tone morose and jaw set firmly, eyes never leaving the road.
Her gaze rose, studying the lines of his face and how hard they'd become. He looked so fierce then, bathed in the dim light of the console and reflecting headlights. Who was this man? Who was he truly?
"That doesn't matter," she said simply, immensely comforted by the warmth of him against her, his arm drawing her impossibly closer.
"I trust you. I do," she assured him, wishing to drive away the stern decorum he'd adopted.
"You're a brave soul, then," he replied, adjusting slightly as she moved to sit in his lap, one hand staying upon the wheel as the other helped her to settle in.
"We'll see how brave I am. Where are we going?" she wondered, the racing of her heart at last subsiding.
"Away. That's all I'm sure of," came the answer, causing her to smile a bit.
"We've got problems, don't we?" she mused, his own smirk coming into play.
"My darling, you have no idea."
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"Are you kidding? Are you fucking kidding me? Didn't you hear what I told you? I heard her screaming! You don't think that's cause enough to worry?" Raye shouted, throwing her arms in the air and turning away before she allowed her temper to blaze totally out of control.
Lita, trying hard to remain composed herself, approached one of the officers taking statements, her green eyes sober and full of concern.
"Look, I apologize for Raye, but we're all worried about her, here. It's unlike her to just disappear like this, and from what Raye heard, something terrible has happened. I understand that you're only doing your jobs, but we KNOW this isn't right. Someone's done something to her, and you need to get out there and look for her, instead of asking us the same things over and over," she said, her own patience wearing thin.
The middle-aged man looked over his glasses, his scribbling ceasing as he looked the pack of fretting girls over.
"Miss, I assure you, we'll do everything in our power to find out where your friend is. But, our people are still out combing and no one's declared missing until 48 hours is up. Until then, all we can do is look for some signs of her, and all you can do is go home. Any of you hear from her, you call us. Until then, there's only so much we can do," he explained, Mina restraining Raye before she could start in again.
The silence was short lived as five sets of eyes watched a suited man approach, his face a grim mask.
His hands were gloved, his jacket sleeves rolled up above his wrists. He carried something concealed in a plastic bag, which no one could plainly make out.
Stopping beside the officer, he addressed the hushed pack, which anxiously awaited any new information he would bring.
"Which one of you heard the phone conversation?" he asked, Raye stepping forward immediately.
"It was me. Did you find something out?" she demanded, her foot tapping impatiently without her knowledge. His eyes darted from hers to the officer and back again.
"My team came across some…interesting findings a few blocks away in the park. We certainly can't jump to any conclusions, nor will we," he emphasized.
"Well, what is it?" Lita demanded, tears forming in the corners of her emerald eyes.
The investigator sighed mightily. This was one part of his job that he detested. It was never easy, informing loved ones of the possibility of never seeing someone dear to them again.
"We've found evidence of a struggle, but we aren't yet sure of what happened, or who was involved."
"What does Serena have to do with this?" Amy questioned, steadying Mina as best she could.
"We found a phone at the scene. Do you all recognize this?" he asked, finally holding up the bagged evidence.
They all stared in horror at Serena's easily recognizable zebra print phone, caked dark red.
"That's hers," Lita acknowledged, fearful that her mind's ponderings would end up being true.
None of them knew much at all about him, including Serena. Could it be that Darien had something to do with this? The very thought of him endangering her, of exposing her to such a grisly situation had her seeing red. If it were true…
"My people are gathering more evidence to see how many persons were actually involved in this. We're still in the preliminaries here, and we've got a lot of ground to cover. I know you girls have had a rough night, but I need to ask some questions of my own. I'll need you to come with me," he said, beginning to usher them to a nearby cruiser.
"How long before we know something?" Raye asked, reluctantly following him.
"It all depends on what we're dealing with. As soon as we know, you'll know," he answered, opened the door as they began piling in. Before opening the driver's door, he muttered under his breath something only he was privy to.
"This is one shitload of a mess."
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