Serena
Chapter 20- Flirting With Demons
Tuxedo Mask and I continued
seeing each other. He would sneak into my room late at night and
we would either make love or just talk. Sometimes we would spend
all night reading to each other. I loved him so much. He came
to the palace four times a week. We did not want to risk everyday.
Besides, we did need our sleep. We would have become nocturnal.
Whenever there was a social function commencing in the palace, we would
not see each other that night. There were too many people around
and that would mean a higher probability of being noticed.
During our talks, I really
got him to open up. He told me all about the crash and how he found
his way through the woods until he got to the community center. He
also told me why the patch was such a sore subject with him and how he
had vowed never to show it to anyone. When he told me that, I finally
understood how much I had impacted his life. He went from completely
against humanity, to showing a princess (a rich snob, in his old opinion.
He had always regarded royalty the ultimate in humanity's downfalls) his
most personal and humiliating trait. I told him it did not matter
and that it was not all that bad. He then explained that he felt
it was just another thing setting him apart from everyone else. I
never quite understood why he hated humans and their violent tendencies
and yet it still bothered him that he was set apart from us. Twisted
reasoning, if you ask me. But he was different now. He said
that through me, he was able to see the good along with the bad.
The other side of the story.
After five months, he admitted
to me that he had killed someone. I knew he regretted it without
him even saying he did. He was simply so against violence that for
him to have done it himself must have made him feel like the biggest hypocrite.
He told me about his theories and where he drew them from. I learned
more from talking with him in one night, than I did with any of my tutors
in a year. One time, I had to write an essay about human behavior
based on history. My paper was so well written and so well researched
and backed up that the instructor asked me if he could publish it.
I of course gave him permission. Tuxedo Mask laughed when I told
him. He said it just went to show that tutors do not know everything
and if they listen, can learn a lot from their students.
Tuxedo Mask was the wisest
man I knew. He was also the most romantic. Occasionally, I
would meet him at his house for a play and we would watch it from his perch
above the stage. He would hold me close and tell me that he loved
me during the performance, making it almost impossible to pay attention
to the play.
For my fifteenth birthday,
he took me to see my favorite play, Snow White. We used the disguise
power pen and sat in the second row. It was in a real theatre on
Venus. He put his arm around me and caressed my hand with the other
for the whole performance. It was a beautiful play. Afterward,
he brought me to a hotel filled with red roses. Then he made a telephone
call and ordered room service. After dinner, we made love to each
other all night within the wonderful aroma of a thousand roses. I
woke up in his arms and we spent the day on Venus. He returned me
to my chambers that night and we parted ways. I would have never
dreamed of meeting someone so cold and having him turn out to be so warm.
Micah and my mother were
not happy with me the next day when they found out I was back. Micah
had planned out a similar evening, (except without the play or dinner,
and not on Venus. Other than that, it was the same.) but he certainly
did not have the same intentions as Tuxedo Mask. I lied and said
I was with Mina, who had kidnapped me to a surprise party on Venus, and
that I had ended up spending the night there. Luckily I contacted
Mina in time and she covered for me, but I could not be so irresponsible
again.
From then on Micah became
increasingly abusive. He was trying to take my love and body much
more vigorously now. It was a full time job keeping him out of my
quarters. I was starting to fear him in a much more real way.
Occasionally I would have bruises from where he grabbed me. One time
he got so violent he threw me down on my pavement balcony and tried to
slam my head into the banister. Luckily, Mother was around and he
helped me up. He told her I tripped. I nodded, confirming his
story. Micah left that day and I knew he had crossed the edge of
annoying to a threat. If it were not for my increasing powers, I
would surely have succumbed to him long ago out of sheer exasperation.
Now quite a few of my nights
with Tuxedo Mask were spent with him holding me in his arms and comforting
me. He asked me, "If Micah were to meet with an 'unfortunate accident'
resulting in his death, would that help?"
I told him I did not want
him to kill again and not to stoop to Micah's level. He told me he
had already planned out a way to assassinate him and all I need do was
give him permission and that I need not worry about his emotional state
after killing. He would be doing the universe a favor.
As much as I agreed with
him, I could not allow murder to be the solution of my problems.
For now, Micah had my days and Tuxedo Mask had my nights. Needless
to say I slept in a lot. And I had tutoring during the day.
LOTS of tutoring.
Then the inevitable happened.
We had been seeing each other for almost two years. I was sixteen
now. Tuxedo Mask came over. I was wearing a new sexy underwear
set that I had just bought. He started stripping me down when my
bedroom door flew open. Yes, it was locked, but power had opened
it. Micah stood in shock as he saw Tuxedo Mask and I together for
the first time. Tuxedo Mask pulled me to him and reached for my robe.
I dressed behind him as to not be exposed to Micah. I had still managed
to never let him get my clothes off.
Micah was furious.
He lunged at Tuxedo Mask and pulled him to the ground.
"YOU! You attacked
me that night in the theatre! Now I find you in bed with my fiancée.
You will die for this!" He raised his hand and in his fist he created
a fire like ball of raw energy. He brought it down on Tuxedo Mask's
face.
I dove in between them.
The fireball hit me in the back. I was stunned for a moment.
I felt the power of the Silver Crystal absorb the energy that had hit my
body. I could not move.
"Serena! No!
Serena? Are you alive? Talk to me!!" I could hear Tuxedo
Mask's desperate cries to me and eventually found the Silver Crystal giving
me power to fight. I tried to get up but before I could Micah had
created another fireball in his hand. Tuxedo Mask ran at him and
plowed him down and the fireball released, hitting the ceiling. They
were in a fist-fight on floor when my mother appeared at the door.
"What is the meaning of
this?! Serena, what is going on?"
"Mother, I can explain..."
"Who is that?" Mother yelled
looking at Tuxedo Mask. "Did he try to attack you Serena?"
"Yes. He did.
I saved her, Your Majesty." Micah claimed, standing up, out of breath.
"You LIAR!!" Tuxedo Mask
screamed and punched Micah in the mouth. Micah fell to the floor.
I ran to be in Tuxedo Mask's arms. He embraced me and I looked up
at him. I had never seen him so angry. "Are you hurt, Baby?"
I asked.
My mother looked at me.
"What?" was the only thing she could mutter.
Tuxedo Mask and I were forced
to explain what had transpired between the two of us. Micah sat there
and listened and drank up every word. When we got to the part about
Micah's abuse, he denied everything, which only erupted in yet another
argument.
My mother was tired.
It was the middle of the night and she wanted to be able to assess events
rationally...with the Court. She separated all of us and posted guards
outside of all of our doors and outside the palace. She would summon
all of the Court to session in the morning.
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