Of Vengeance and Beauty
Chapter Five
By: Sailor Raspberry
Author's Notes: Here's another chapter. Not much to say, but it's basically a helper to reveal the upcoming events in the story. Oh and to lovelyl: you have such an eloquent way with words. But yes, techincally, Diamond is one big sack of perve potatoes (I just made that up...) That's how I want him to act though, so I guess I hit the nail on the head with him!
Disclaimer: Standard stuff; don't own Sailor Moon or its characters (Serena, Darien, Lita, Raye, ect. ect.) But, I do own the plot + storyline.
Serena awoke to the sound of a book slamming shut. Blinking, she found her eyes focusing on Darien's bare chest, where she lay nestled on. Her brows knitted in confusion as she rolled off of him and rose to her knees behind his desk. Peering over the top, she gasped, falling back to the floor and grabbing her dress.
"I see you're awake."
Serena shuddered at the awareness in his voice, nudging Darien with her foot.
"Don't bother, darling." Diamond said, shoving a book back onto its shelf, "Your beloved mate cannot sense your troubles." He smirked, taking a step towards the desk.
She stumbled backwards slightly, holding the top of her dress to her chest, "Go away, you creep."
Diamond raised an eyebrow, testing her authority. "Now, that's no way to treat a guest." He cocked his head, eyes roving up her body. "I preferred you without the dress."
Serena's mouth fell open, a rosy tint gracing her cheeks. "You disgust me," she snarled, once she had gathered herself together. Taking another step back, she glanced at the nude Darien, who seemed completely unaware of the unwanted visitor.
The man smirked, brushing off her comment. "I don't believe you."
That's when a prickling sensation began to stab at her neck, but she put it aside, "I don't even know who you are," she spat, her throat becoming dry as he took another step closer.
The desk was the only barrier between them, the man's palms pressed securely atop it. "That's something I'm more then willing to adjust."
Serena pursed her lips, becoming very uncomfortable with the way he was smirking at her.
"What's the matter?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he took a large step around the desk, "Is he making you feel uneasy?" His head nodded to the floor, a look of pure disgust on his face. "I can take care of him for you, if you wish."
Her eyes grew wide, and she felt her face flush in anger. "Don't you lay a hand on him."
Another grin spread on his thin lips, "Defensive." He shook his bangs away from his eyes. "I like that."
Serena squeaked, jumping back as he came within arms length. "Stay away from me."
He continued to close the distance between them, her heal hitting the back of a bookcase. "Shit," she murmured, feeling along the ledge for something to swing at his head.
"Now, now, no foul language." His hand reached for the side of her face. "It's unladylike."
Serena flinched away, the pain spreading down her arm. "Don't touch me."
Diamond frowned, his arm falling to his side. "You're going to be mine," his eyes flickered momentarily, before he adopted a look of possessiveness. "I'll make sure of that."
She gasped, eyes wide as she watched the man transform into a new form, but she took this moment of hesitation to sprint towards the door. A growl could be heard from behind her, and she darted out into the hallway.
Was it just her, or were the corridors longer the usual? She saw a shadow from the corner of her eye, causing her stomach to tighten in fear. Claws skidded on the floor behind her, and she whimpered, whipping around a corner.
Her breathing was becoming labored, and she could have sworn the walls were closing in on her. Her fingertips began feeling numb, her vision falling in and out of focus.
A growl resounded in her ear, sending her nerves into a frenzy. She tried to pinpoint the two doors ahead of her, but found it near impossible as the light that shone through the windows began to slowly fade.
She felt him nearing her, the soft thuds of padded paws ringing in her ears
"Serena."
The whisper came from behind her, the tufts of breath brushing along her neck.
Her knees suddenly gave out, her body collapsing to the cold floor.
"What's the matter, darling?"
The voice sounded so distant, and she could barely make out the mane of white hair and an arrogant smirk.
Her body was slipping; falling into an endless pit of nothingness, a pair of amethyst eyes gauging into her.
"So long for now."
Her breathing echoed in her ears, and everything went black.
Serena jumped up, her chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern. Looking down, she found herself atop Darien, her hands gripping his shoulders rather tightly.
Her neck prickled faintly as her eyes roamed the dimly lit room. No one else was present.
Gulping, she grabbed her dress and scurried away from the sleeping man.
The hallways were deserted as she strode quickly through them. "It was just a dream," she whispered to herself, running a shaking hand through her loose hair. She took in a deep breath, leaning against a wall. Her bare toes felt across the wooden floor, an unfamiliar texture scrapping across her skin.
Her neck bristled slightly, causing an eyebrow to rise as she looked down, her breath hitching in her throat. Etched deep within the confines of the wood were scratches.
She allowed her eyes to follow the scuffs down the corridor, where they suddenly ended near two large doors that sat the end of the passage. She closed her eyes, her fingers wrapping around her skirt in anxiety. "It seemed like a dream," she stated to herself, taking a large step away from the scratches. "This is just my imagination, is all."
Serena smiled to herself; it all made sense. She was obviously a little tired from last night.
Adding a nod to end her seemingly useless debate, she quickly exited the corridor.
Serena had avoided Darien all day, fearing that he might ask where she had gone off to earlier that morning. And now she sat in her stuffy classroom, the thick September air causing her hair to stick to her neck.
Nephlyte and Jadeite stood at the other end of the room, punching each other roughly in the arms.
"He just has to choose them, didn't he," Serena mumbled, fanning her face with her hand.
"Ah! Nephlyte!" Jadeite barked, rubbing his upper arm. "You said you weren't going to punch hard!"
"I didn't hit you hard; maybe you're just a wimp," Nephlyte countered, crossing his arms defiantly.
Serena rolled her eyes, motioning for her students to leave, as they gladly did, shooting outlandish glances over at the two grown men arguing in the corner.
"Nephlyte, Jadeite," Serena took a small sip from her glass of water, swishing its contents around, "you can leave now."
The two looked over at her in surprise, before flashing her sheepish grins and stepping out of the room. "We'll just be out here," Jadeite pointed a thump to the door. "Call if you need anything."
Serena smiled back, standing to peer around the room as the door closed softly. "Some watch-wolves," she rolled her eyes, picking up her glass again to examine the contents.
She focused on her reflection, her bangs matted messily to her forehead. But then she noticed something in the background.
Her eyes squinted at the rippling liquid, trying to make out the blurry image. It appeared to be a pair of-
She 'eep''d, her cup falling to the surface of her desk, glass shards spewing to the floor, the liquid coating her papers. A pair of arms encircled her waist, a familiar purr muffled against her neck.
"Good Lord, Darien, you scared me," Serena said, her stomach unknotting from the nerves it was wound around. "How did you come in?"
"That's my secret, love," he murmured, turning her in his arms and pushing her roughly against the edge of the desk. "I haven't seen you all day." His hands reached behind her, loosening the strings that held her dress tight.
Serena chuckled, batting away his hands. "You saw me just last night." She bit back a moan, his tongue licking her exposed collarbone. "I don't find this appropriate; someone could walk in."
"I don't mind," he bit her scare, drawing a yelp. "Why have you been avoiding me?"
She gripped the edge of the desk, his nose nuzzling her neck. "I haven't been avoiding you." Her head fell back, his tongue dancing across the exposed skin of her chest. "You're just paranoid."
"Mhm," Darien drew an earlobe between his lips before pulling away slightly. "How come I don't believe you?"
"How come you're coming onto me in a student environment?"
He sniggered, squeezing her thigh, "I asked you a question first."
"Yeah, well," Serena moaned, the sound of fabric being torn sending a lightening bolt of sensation down into her abdomen, "I asked you a question second."
Darien's cobalt eyes were before hers, a small mope gracing his lips. "Do you want to play that way?"
Serena arched an eyebrow, her tongue flicking out across her bottom lip. "It takes two to tango, Repens."
He smirked, his head descending to her covered breasts. "You're asking for it, little rabbit."
Serena gave him a stubborn 'humph', entwining her fingers with his ebony-colored hair. "Who said I was the one who was going to be asking for it?" She pulled his head back up to her face, a small smile giving away her intense attitude.
"That's the way it works with me, love."
She laughed, pulling him close enough so she was pressed against him. "Not anymore."
Darien raised a slim eyebrow, beginning a slow grind against her. "Is that a challenge?"
Serena flinched slightly at the intimate gesture, but kept her posture. "I'm a woman of my word."
He grinned, pulling away. "See you at dinner."
She pouted at him, twirling a piece of hair around her index finger. "Don't tell me you're having performance problems now, honey buns."
Delight surged through her as he faltered in his exit, slowly turning around to face her, "You're going to regret that one, love."
Serena licked her lips, pressing her palms against the wet wood that was her desk. "Is that a threat?"
He winked, "It's a promise."
The door closed with a soft click, leaving her alone. Sighing, she attempted to piece together her torn corset.
A glint caught her eye, and she turned to face a piece of glass that sat at the edge of her desk.
A pair of amethyst eyes peered up at her, obvious rage laced within them.
Serena felt her stomach lurch at that sight as she whirled around and darted for the exit.
Raye glanced back and forth between Serena and Darien as they viscously cut and ate their steak.
She glanced at Lita, who shrugged, popping a piece of bread into her mouth. Leaning over towards Raye, she whispered. "The full moon's in two weeks."
At this, Raye 'ah''d, nodding her head. Lita nibbled on the end of her corn on the cob, shaking her head, "New mates. What can you do?" (A/N)
Silverware slammed onto the table, Serena and Darien jumping from their seats.
"What's the matter, love?" Darien walked casually around to the other side of the table, brushing a finger across the base of her neck. "Do you have somewhere to be?"
Serena snickered, pushing away his hand, "I could ask the same thing for you, honey buns."
Lita nudged Raye, pointing over her shoulder as the two stormed off, poking and shoving each other childishly as their bickers slowly disappeared as they distanced from the dining hall. "Gonna be loud tonight."
Diamond scoffed, peering into the crystal ball as the two argued their way towards the bed chambers. "This woman is going to drive me insane."
He walked out from behind his desk, arms knotted behind his back, "She just isn't catching onto my messages."
A rather loud knock interrupted him, Sapphire appearing from behind the door. "Having problems, brother?"
Diamond pursed his lips, glancing back towards the crystal. "What's it of your concern, Sapphire?"
He shrugged, walking over to the crystal and gazing into it. "I thought that maybe you could use a word of advice."
Diamond arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "And what would that be?"
Sapphire traced a finger along the edge of the desk as he approached the alpha male, eyes ostensibly blank. "Try to contact her when she isn't with him." He nodded towards the crystal, where the woman sat brushing her hair before a vanity, the man peeling off his shoes. "It leaves her more vulnerable; riper for the taking."
Diamond opened his mouth to respond, but Sapphire made his way out the door, calling over his shoulder, "It's simple, brother. If you get into her head, she won't know what to do."
Serena ran her fingers threw her finely combed hair, throwing it over her shoulder as she stood up, turning to face Darien. "I'll see you in the morning."
She climbed into the bed, glancing at the sliver of crescent moon briefly before pulling the sheets back.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pushing her down against the mattress. "Now, now, Sere." He moved to hover above her, his eyes melding into the darkness. "Performance problems?" He repeated, pursing his lips. "A low blow, don't you think?"
Serena smirked, pushing her hips up, "I thought you forgot about that."
Darien chuckled deeply, shaking his head. "You still need to receive your punishment."
She licked her lips, her hands cupping his face. "Do you really want to do that?"
He squinted his eyes, searching her face. "As a dominant male, it's the only conclusion that is logical."
Serena pushed herself up, overturning his lean body so he was against the mattress. "That's no way to treat your mate, is it, Darien?" She whispered, straddling his hips and pushing her thumbs into his biceps to loosen his tense muscles.
Darien went to flip them back, but she stilled his movements by placing a tender kiss against his lips.
"I love you, Darien." She whispered against his skin, brushing her eyelashed purposely across his cheeks.
She felt him shiver, and she smiled.
Diamond pushed away from his desk, throwing a cloth over the crystal in repulsion.
"It leaves her more vulnerable."
He blinked, shaking his head. He knew what he was doing; no advice needed to be given.
"But it makes sense," he told himself, glancing up at the moon and leaning into the cool glass of the window.
"If you get into her head, she won't know what to do."
Diamond shot a glance back at the crystal, his lips pursed tightly. "Get into her head," he repeated, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against his forearm. Smirking, he strode to his desk, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet against the wood. "She won't know what to do."
Thoughts? Comments? Tell me! What do you want me to improve or work on? I want to know! Thanks to those who are sticking with my story. It's seems to be going a lot slower then I thought it would. But, I think it's going to be an interesting story none the less!!
xo,
Sailor Raspberry