I know... I'm so sorry. All this time and it's a really short chapter. Bad me I know but this was the place to stop it. Please, don't kill me... on the other hand I'm going to try and load a chapter of Angel today... yeah, that should appease all of my wonderful readers... yes? Lol... yeah. Hey, and for those of you wondering why I made up a character like Seriah... well, think CAREFULLY because she does have a purpose. In fact, the end of this chapter hints at who she is because she's not really totally "made up". ;) Enjoy and REVIEW!

It Starts

Serena sat on the couch watching Darien read a book silently. Derrick was out chopping firewood and currently, she had nothing to do but think. “Dare… How have you been able to survive out here all this time? You know, money wise and stuff?” He closed the book and looked at her with a smile.

“I have all sorts of money so many different places it’s ridiculous. When you die, no body notifies the Swiss so I get to keep my money. Isn’t that grand?” She looked at him with her eyes wide. When he and Raye had died she’d inherited many billions of dollars from them. How could Darien have so much? “You’re wondering where it all came from aren’t you? Well, my parents set me up with the Swiss bank account when I was born and gave me billions. I couldn’t believe it when your father told me that but it was all mine. Of course, that was on top of the trust they’d set up in my name. Needless to say Serena, I’ve been just fine.”

“So… um… a house huh?” Serena folded her hands in her lap and smiled. “Do I get to pick it out?” He set the book on the coffee table and gazed at her. His face was blank but his eyes sparkled with a playful glint.

“Depends… are you going to forgive me and give me what I want?” She laughed at his playful statement then looked at him, her eyes full of amusement. Leaning back into the couch cushions she crossed her legs allowing her knee length dress to slide slightly up to reveal her thighs. “Careful, tease me too much you might not have a say in what I do.”

“Well Darien. I’m not so sure I’ll ever forgive you… but as far as what you want… I guess you’re just going to have to be more explicit with your demands.” A smile spread over his lips as he slid out of his chair and moved towards her. “After all Darien, I’m not a mind reader.” She kept her voice indifferent but smiled as he paused in front of her. He was on his knees, his face consumed by the smile that played upon his lips as he uncrossed her legs and placed himself between them.

“That’s too bad Serena. I know you’d just love what I’m thinking.” His fingers lightly fluttered up the sides of her legs then halted suddenly as he grabbed her bottom and pulled her closer to him causing her to squeak loudly. “Would you like me to show you what I’m thinking?” He asked, his eyes darkening as hers sparkled with more clarity. With a large smile she leaned forward slightly and tangled her fingers in his thick black hair. Their lips were just about to touch as the front door opened.

“Hey! I chopped enough wood for… oh…” The young man stopped as he saw Serena sitting on the couch, her back to him and his father before her on his knees. Her head was turned to the side, her eyes fixed on him. He could tell he had just interrupted something. “Oh! Hey, you know what… I think I left the axe out there… way out there in the um… yeah… I’m just going to go.” He quickly turned on his heels and walked out of the cabin making Serena and Darien laugh loudly.

Serena fell back into the couch grabbing her sides as she tried to overcome the hilarity of Derrick’s expression. “That boy is going to be the death of me.” She giggled and put the back of her hand to her mouth to silence her laugh. Realizing that the room had gone quiet she turned her attention to the carnivorous looking man in front of her. “Umm… what?”

“Not if I can help it he won’t be.” The evil smirk that spread across Darien’s face made Serena’s heart quicken. With a smiled she patted him on the top of the head as if he were a dog. “Don’t try and subdue me.” He cried and blinked as she suddenly pushed him to the side and stood, distancing herself from him as much as possible.

“Why, Darien. I do believe you’re a terrible influence on an innocent girl such as myself.” She placed her hands on her hips and smiled with a bat of her eyelashes. “You want me?” He nodded slowly and stood up. “Then come and get me!” She giggled like a teenager and ran towards the stairs making him smile from ear to ear and lung after her. Her high-pitched laughter and giggles ran through the house and left trails of music behind her.

Enjoying the game Darien chased her, at times letting her get away just so it wouldn’t end. He certainly wanted her, it had been a week since their fight and he’d been restraining himself the entire time. “Gotcha!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him just as he had so many times before in their dances. As she collided with his body her lips crashing on his in a passionate kiss. “What now?” He whispered against her lips and shuddered as he felt her crush her self against him tighter.

“Now…” She began to push him backwards, into his bedroom towards his bed. “You have to pay for all the lying you did.” She pushed him onto the bed and quickly pulled her dress over her head revealing her white lace bra and matching thong. Had she planned for this today? Not totally but she was thankful she had wore the set.

Moving her hands down the front of his torso she caught the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head before raking her nails down to his pants. The only sound was that of Darien’s suppressed moans and their quickened breathing. She was practically biting his neck as she undid his pants and removed them. Pushing him back so she could straddle him, grinding herself against him suggestively.

With a sweet smile she removed her bra and leaned over him so she was hovering over him, her blonde hair pooling on the bed around them. “It’s really not nice to tease me like this Serena.” He breathed with a smile.

“Who said I was teasing.” She giggled and pressed her lips to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. There was little resistance on his part, a clear indication of just how much he wanted her.

As she devoured his lips hungrily she wondered how different this would be if they were younger. What if they were still teens? How different would it be? It was an interesting thought to say the least but she wasn’t about to dwell on it because she was here with him now and he was no longer a boy.

Seriah lay in the bed staring up at the ceiling. She couldn’t believe it had happened to her but it had! Her father had almost beaten her to death! She had never felt anything as painful as being whipped and she certainly didn’t want to experience it again. Peruru had been wonderful really. He was checking on her constantly, administering pain medication and just keeping her safe in general.

After Seiya had finished punishing her that day he sat in his office thinking about his next move. He had to orchestrate this correctly or else he’d risk Darien defeating him. He refused to be beaten and he’d be damned if he let Darien keep what was rightfully his.

A week had passed before Seiya marched up to his daughter’s room with purpose, Peruru followed behind closely. Coming upon the girl lying in her bed Seiya groaned inwardly. She still had marks from the whip but what was bothering him was the self-pity evident in her eyes. “Seriah, get up will you? I can’t stand it when people wallow in despair when there’s nothing to be despaired over. Your mother did it for years and it sickened me.” The young teen looked up and him then slowly sat up, wincing as she did. “Seriah, I want to train you to be a fighter. A true killer… of course I need you to promise me you have the strength to do it. I don’t want to waste my time with you when I could just go and get your mother myself.” She gulped and stared at the ground. “You’d be far more useful to me if you agreed. Right now you’re nothing but dead weight to me girl.” She looked up at him sharply, her eyes wide with shock. How could her father say that about her? Didn’t he love her? Didn’t he look at her and see the bouncing baby girl he created so many years ago?

“What do you want me to say daddy?” She practically shook just to keep her tears from falling. She wasn’t sure what she wanted now. If she were back with her mother she would be angry and resentful that her mother was… fraternizing with another man, but being here, in front of her father, she was sad. “Okay… I agree. Train me to help you kill him. I want mom back with us so we can be a family again.” He smiled. This was what he wanted to hear. Seriah was definitely Serena’s daughter because she was clearly delusional. If she honestly thought that Serena would come back and act like a wife and mother then Seriah had more wrong with her than he thought. Of course, he didn’t want her to know it but that was what made his daughter so valuable. He could manipulate her in so many ways and she would find some way in her mind to justify it. Some way to twist it around so whatever she was doing, was right.

“That’s my girl… now… if you’re going to be a real agent, you have to pick a name for yourself. A name that will strike fear into people’s hearts when they hear it… take as long as you need to pick a name but I would like to know it when you’ve decided. It’s a very important task… to name yourself.” He smiled and remembered back to when Sapphire gave him the task. For him it had been simple. He was a person who prided himself on haunting others’ thoughts. That was why he chose Spectre. He was a ghost among men and a cursed one at that.

Pulling himself from his thoughts he grabbed Seriah suddenly by the arm and pulled her out of the bed making her yelp. “Get some clothes on and meet me downstairs for your first day of training.” He then pivoted on his heels and left Peruru standing silently in front of his terrified, nude daughter. I’ll make a killer out of her yet.