AN: I don't own Sailor Moon, but I do own the plot and the words are all mine, too. Thanks for the great reviews!
'Serena,' the little girl said, staring at her through milky white eyes.
'Serena, let's play hide and seek.' The scene changed from a beautiful meadow to a pit of mud.
'Find me, Serena,' the little girl said, vanishing into the mud. Serena knelt and began to frantically dig through it, seeking something. She woke with a start, her fiancée sitting on the side of the bed, wiping her forehead with a cool cloth.
"You gave me quite the scare, sweetie," he said softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. She sat up, shivering uncontrollably.
"Darien, make me warm again," she said, leaning into him. Darien gathered her into his arms and ran his hands up and down on her back. He pulled the blanket up around them and made soothing sounds.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. She shook her head and snuggled deeper into the blankets. The cold seemed to emanate from her very soul. She continued to quake well into the night and Darien, for the first time since he had met her, felt helpless to do anything.
The next morning he kissed her softly and asked if she would be okay if he left. She said yes and watched him go with loving eyes. She threw the covers off and was headed into the kitchen for a cup of coffee when the blinking light on the answering machine caught her attention. She pressed the button and waited.
"Serena," a mocking voice said and she froze midway into pouring herself a cup. "Serena, are you there, Starshine?" the person asked, referring to a childhood nickname she had long forgotten.
She lunged for the cord and ripped it from the wall as she hyperventilated. She remembered that voice. She couldn't place it, the memories were so foggy, but she knew that voice.
It was the voice of a killer.
Serena found herself walking down the street glaring suspiciously at everyone. For all she knew it could be anyone. A hand came down heavily on her shoulder and she bit her lip hard to muffle a scream.
"You okay?" She turned and glared at the tall blonde man behind her. "Damn it, Andrew," she said, dabbing at her lip with a hankie. "I cut my lip." His lips curled in a sneer. "You're jumpier than usual today."
She rolled her shoulders and took a seat at the counter. "I didn't sleep well last night," she admitted with a rueful sigh. He leaned on the counter and gently hit her with a rag.
"Braggart. Just because your getting some, doesn't mean the rest of us want to hear about it," he replied in a playful tone. She shook her head.
"It isn't that. I've been having some really bad nightmares the last few days. Amy says they're repressed memories, so now I have to contact my parents."
Andrew grimaced. "That bad, huh? What are the nightmares about?" She started to reply, but his attention had already been diverted. She turned to see what made his mouth drop open in shock and laughed.
"Go talk to her already." She playfully punched his shoulder. "Rita likes you a lot, you know." His eyes brightened. "Really?" she nodded and watched him walk hesitantly over to take her order.
She turned back to the counter and rested her head on her hands. She was tired. So tired…