A/N: Alright, I recently had some time to write and edit, so here is another chapter. Enjoy!

BY THE WAY!: Just a thanks to unlockurdestiny for pointing out that it's ELF DAWNED BOOK 2, not 1 on the bottom there. :p My bad... So I'll fix the other two chapters eventually. :p Just bear with me until I do. ^^ Sometimes the copy/paste method does have its drawbacks! :p

Disclaimer: All rights are reserved to Naoko. I do not own Sailor Moon, but the story is all my creation.

Summery: She came once, sucked under the spell of Endymion's eyes. She left, forgetting everything. Now she's back, learning it all over again... but this time, she's running for her life from the beginning.

Elf Dawned Book 2: By Chance...

Chapter 5:

I watched him work on his book in silence. I had been here for about an hour, and had eventually gone back to find the book with the angelic face with red eyes. I had only found one more inscription in the end. I always described her the same way to anyone who'd ask: "She was the goddess of shadows. Underneath that delicacy, a ranging storm." I love her… but she was gone, and I could only blame

I had flipped through each page carefully this time, trying to find something that would clue me in on the story. And yet, all I found were the same excerpts. I had put the book back a while ago, and taken out another one. It was older, the book not as carefully binned as the first one I had leafed through. This one was called Hearts of Spells and was basically about a girl who had fallen in love with an Angel, who in the end was ripped from her arms by fate. It was good enough, I suppose. A bit dramatic, written by a young hand, but I still liked the basic plot of it. I had read the first couple of pages, captivated, until I had seen him watching me read one of his books. I had put it back afterwards and had done nothing but watch him.

Why didn't I leave? I don't know, but I didn't.

"So," he suddenly said.

I looked up at him, looking him in the eye. He instantly looked away. "I-is everyone treating you alright?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Good." Endymion paused, thinking his next words over. "You know, Serenity, I was saying before how sorry I was about- ah…" he sighed and brushed his hand through his hair, ruffling it. "It's just that I… um…"

"What?" I asked. Not rudely, curiously.

He sighed again and put his head in his hands. "Never mind," he mumbled from behind them.

"No, what?" I asked.

"Not now, Serenity."

"You started the conversation, so finish it."

"Serenity," he moaned my name, sounding somewhat like a dying animal. I shut my mouth and dropped it.

We were quiet for some time before Endymion stood up from his chair and went to sit next to me against the wall. When he saw me tense up, he moved away from me a little. "You know, it's a beautiful city. You really loved it here as a kid." I heard something else behind those words. You loved me. It was obvious that something had happened here with me and between us. I wasn't sure how far it went, but no one could just fake something to this extent … could they?

"Yeah, well, I'm sure I did, but seeing as how I don't remember it…"

"Why don't you try to enjoy your time here?"

"Because I've been kidnapped."

"You weren't kidnapped! Didn't you read the letter?"

"It could have been forged."

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "What will it take for you to believe me? I explained everything I could to you yesterday, and your aunt gave you the note, and-and-" he put his hands to his hair and ran his fingers through them. "It's driving me insane!"

"Why do you care?" I asked. "It's not like you have to make me enjoy myself."

"No," he said. "I don't. But…"

When he didn't say anything more, I looked up at him, to see him watching me. "What?" I asked.

"You're so different…"

I clenched my dress in my hands and played with the fabric.

"It's like you've died…"

I saw red hair in my head, and red eyes. The pale girl with the red eyes looking up.

"You're not her anymore, are you?"

I looked at him. "I honestly have no idea what you mean."

"Of course you don't. You're not her."

"Who?"

He looked down at his hand, and then at me. "The girl I fell in love with." When I didn't say anything, he started mumbling to me… or to himself. I wasn't sure who he was telling it to, now that I think about it, but it might have been for the both of us. "She was the happiest, most curious being I've ever met. She loved my ears," he chuckled quietly. "She loved my city as much as I did, if not more. She accepted everything and everyone. She went through some Hell here near the end, but she beat her way through it and came out strong. Then," he turned to look me in the eye, "she forgot everything. She changed. She died… You died."

I saw the curly red hair again, this time accompanied by an angular face. Her eyes were green, but could also have matched her hair.

"Beryllium…" I mumbled.

"What?" he asked, looking up at me in surprise.

I wasn't sure where it had come from, but I know that it was something important. Something that he had said had given me this feeling... something edgy and deadly.

"Beryllium… do you know anyone named Beryllium?"

"You mean Beryl?"

I fingered the scar on my hand and scrunched my eyebrows together, thinking hard. "I don't know. I know Beryllium sticks out in my mind, and when I think of that name I see a red-haired girl… or woman…"

"That would be Beryl. She's gone now, though... You killed her."

I looked up at him. "No. Beryllium." I tried to push away the comment about me killing someone named Beryl. I didn't want to know.

Endymion shook his head, staring back. "It's Beryl. Do you need to see her grave?"

"It might be a different person," I mumbled.

"I'm sure you mean Beryl." He sat up straight all of a sudden. "I can prove it!"

"It's Beryllium, I'm sure of it!"

"Not that!" He grabbed my hands. "That you're not kidnapped!"

I didn't tense up as fast this time. His hands were warm and familiar. The sight of my small hands in his large ones was familiar.

I took a deep breath to clear my head and began to pull my hands away. But he stopped me and turned my right hand over, looking at the scars. He fingered them slowly, gently, one by one; sending tingles down my spine, not unpleasant, before letting my hand go.

"Come with me. We're going to go see your Aunt."

"What?" I asked. He was going to take me back?

"Yes! We have to keep you here, and if we can't convince you, why not your aunt? We were told to protect you. We weren't given specific orders to keep you in here. I'm sure that she'd love to explain this to you!"

He sounded so excited, it got me excited. But I could feel a catch coming on.

"But if we're going to do this, you have to promise me something."

I hesitated. "It depends…"

"You won't be difficult. You'll go back with us. You won't try to kill me, or cause me bodily harm."

I smirked, remembering the night of my birthday. "What, don't want to get beaten up by a girl twice?"

He grinned. "My ego can't stand it. So… deal?"

I looked at his hand, which he reached out for me to shake. But then what could go wrong? He'd be proving to me that I was here for a reason, my aunt would convince me to stay here, and I'd finally get to enjoy myself. And if not, I was back with my Aunt, and I'm sure we could both figure out what to do together…

I shook his hand.

"Ahh… Serenity! Endymion! Good to see you two together."

I watched Andrew get up from where he was sitting, playing his trumpet. "Are you finally enjoying yourself here, Serenity?"

I frowned. "I'm going home."

He gawked at me for a second, and then looked at Endymion for confirmation. When Endymion nodded, he grabbed him by the shoulders. "Are you crazy? What if that guy finds her there! There is a reason we're all watching over her here instead of in her world now!"

"I know, I know. But we weren't told specifically that she has to stay here."

"But- you think the best solution is to take her back? That would be like throwing her into the mouth of a fire-breathing dragon and telling her she's safe just as he's about to breath. In what world do you think she's safe?" he hissed, staring Endymion dead in the eyes.

"Relax," Endymion said, patting his back. "We're just going over there for a few minutes, maybe an hour, to let her talk to her aunt about why she's here. You know how stubborn she is."

"I don't know, man," Andrew said, watching me carefully. "I don't remember Serenity being as stubborn as she was impulsive. Those are two different things."

"She grew up," Endymion muttered, now looking at me also. "There's nothing I can do about it. But she does deserve this."

It didn't look like Andrew was convinced, but Endymion didn't seem to care. "Call the Generals and get five of the best guards to come with us."

"Endymion I don't think this is such a good idea. You're rushing into things, and I understand you want her trust, but there are safer ways."

"Like what?" Endymion asked, turning away. "Letting her stay here, thinking foul things?"

"We don't even know the situation there now. Endymion, please listen to me-"

But Endymion had left, leaving Andrew and me in the room.

Andrew turned away from the door and said a few choice words before realizing I was still there. He blew a breath of air out and ruffled his sandy blond hair. "Serenity, please go talk him out if this."

"Why?" I asked. Why would I talk my captor out of bringing me back home? It seemed ridiculous that he would even suggest it.

"When he's made up his mind, there is no reasoning with him. But you had managed to do so before… I really don't think we should go tonight."

I sighed. "Look, nothing is going to happen. We left yesterday, we come back today and talk everything out, and then if I'm happy with the things I hear, I'll come back with you. Nothing could possibly happen, right?"

His grip on the trumpet hardened until his knuckles were white. I tried to ignore that fact as I watched his blank face look me over. "You know what? Do as you like. I'm just the messenger in this part of town. I mean – what do I know, right? If the soon-to-be King thinks it's a good idea to bring you back, then who am I to argue, right?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Andrew?"

"No, Serenity, it's fine. You both are right. Go on now. Go get some sleep or get some lunch or something. I'm just going to stay here and practice a little while longer." To prove his point, he placed the trumpet to his lips again and began to play loudly.

I sighed and left the room. As soon as the doors closed, the trumpet stopped screeching and there was a crashing sound like armor falling from the wall, followed by some more choice words from Andrew. I hesitated, wanting to see if he was ok, when some more banging emanated from the room. I hurried away, deciding to let him cool down.

The way back to the entrance separating my world from Endymion's was all a blur to me. All I really took in was the architect of some of the buildings, and how odd it was, and the bonfire in the middle of the sandy dance floor.

Many of the elves there were amazing, to say the least, as they danced. They did flips and high jumps and kept the beat going, never stopping their fun, on-the-spot routines. They were like trapeze artists, dancing to the beat of their own drum, and hypnotizing the audience into their skillful illusion of safety and simplicity in the moves that, in truth, are better off watched than done.

Endymion ignored all of them as he walked through the middle of the picture-perfect moment, somehow shattering the magic. I stopped to watch his back, and a few of the guards stopped with me. The picture of ignorance that was Endymion was out of place. It was like he didn't belong in this fun, magic-woven moment, even though he had created it.

I felt a pang in my heart, and only realized that he had stopped to stare at me when one of the guards cleared his throat. I blinked, and the picture instantly disappeared.

I walked towards him, and when I reached him, he put his hand on the small of my back. "You ok?" he asked.

I nodded, and mutely followed him through the crowd to the growth.

He stepped through first, and I followed, hating the twigs that wove into my hair and the thorns that embedded themselves into my skin. When I got to the other side, I was surprised to find it was daytime. This probably would have convinced me of the magic and the elves, and I hated to admit it, but I was still looking for one last reason to believe that this was all a very elaborate prank and I was stupid enough to fall for any of it.

As soon as I saw the house, I stopped. The lights were all off, and the grass that normally got trimmed in the morning every day by the servants was noticeably taller than the one-inch long blades that my aunt treasured. Something was off.

Endymion had stopped, too.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Andrew mumbled from behind me. "Something's off."

Endymion stood rigidly in front of me. "Nonsense…" he whispered. "Nothing's wrong. Nothing can possibly have gone wrong."

I stood in the middle of the conversation, and felt instantly nauseous.

"Maybe we should-"

"Nothing's wrong!" he said, turning to me. His eyes burned into mine, willing me to agree with him.

I opened my mouth, but he turned away and stared at the house again.

"Let's go in."

Andrew shifted uneasily behind me, but didn't say anything this time.

Endymion began his way through my aunt's garden and around to the kitchen door. I followed closely behind him.

When we reached the door, he pulled it open easily and strode in.

"Aunt Rose?" I called, ignoring the nagging feeling in my stomach.

When no one answered, I called out again. Then a third time.

"Where do you think she is?" I asked, my quiet words somehow sounding louder than my previous calls in the still quiet.

Endymion's hand rested on the pommel of his sword, his pinkie twitching. I walked around him, into the hallway, and called out for the fourth time.

"Where is she?" I asked, turning back to Endymion.

He strode toward me, his face blank. "She's in here. I know it. She has to be. Guards, go look for her."

I frowned as everyone but Endymion and myself filed out of the kitchen and into the house, taking different sections of the mansion.

"We'll find her, Serenity. You know we will."

I brushed my bangs away from my forehead and sighed. "Maybe she went to the store or-or… But what about everyone else? And… the grass it's…"

"Endymion!"

Our heads snapped up as a guard approached us. "Lord, we found a man!"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Who?"

"Come see."

We followed him through the house until we reached the room next to the ballroom, where my dancing instructor, Bowrece, was staying. He had stuck around since I was thirteen, somehow not scared away by my poor dancing skills, and had helped me attain some sort of grace in my step. I had a feeling that the only reason he put up with me was because he was infatuated with my aunt, but I could never prove it.

I walked into the room and gasped, running to Bowrece's side. He was lying in an odd angle, as if thrown against the wall by a strong force, his hip jutting out in a painful angle.

"Bowrece? Bowrece! Wake up! Come on," I touched his shoulder, shaking it gently. He groaned.

"Rose?"

"No," I said, "It's me, Serenity."

"Serenity…" he groaned, his eyes rolling back. "Rose… gone… black... black shadow… smells of…" he stopped there, gasping in pain, and Endymion inched closer to us.

"Smells of what?" Endymion asked.

"Blood…"

Bowerece coughed a few times.

Endymion cursed.

"Where's Aunt Rose?" I asked.

"He took her…"

"Who? Who took her?"

"The shadow…"

My head felt like it weighed a lot, and I suddenly couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.

The man who was trying to get me had my Aunt.

It was true. It was all true.

That's when I fainted.

When I came to again, I was being carried by Endymion out of the house. When I looked back at the home that had housed me for years, it suddenly looked different. Covered in vines and thorns and dark shadows, it looked gruesome. Beautiful and terrifying.

It looked utterly beastly.

TBC

A/N: So REVIEW and tell me what you think. I know it might seem to be kind of bumpy for now, but the plot I constructed is designed to be a bit bumpy. Tell me if I seem to be going too fast, and I'll look into it. Comments are always much appriciated. And yes, I know it may look like a cliffy, but trust me, it isn't that bad... the next chapter is actually a bit calmer... just a bit. :p Nothing too shocking...