Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ouija ❯ The Unwise Decision ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Ouija
Author: La Lune
E-mail: la_lune86@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Alternate Reality, plus a bit of Horror

::Standard Disclaimers Apply::

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'The basis of optimism is sheer terror.'
-Oscar Wilde

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Chapter One: The Unwise Decision


"HELL NO." Serena Sexton glared at her future business
partner with great annoyance. Apparently after almost thirty-two years
of getting everything he ever wanted, he decided to present a seemingly
harmless request to her, but if that wasn't enough, he expected her to
comply.

"Oh come on Serena, it's a harmless game! It's recommended
for children eight years of age and older, and last time I checked you
have been eight years or older for nineteen years now. Come on do this
for me, it will be fun, and if nothing happens I promise I'll never bug
you again." Darien Crowley was getting rather agitated. They had been
semi-arguing for almost an hour now and it had become monotonous
after about the first ten minutes.

"Funny, that's exactly what you said when you asked me to do
a reading on you. You remember that don't you? I told you the exact
date of you divorce from Melanie and the grounds it was built upon.
Do you remember Darien, everything I said was true. And after all that
did you believe me? No. And you never will because that's the way
you are, the way you always will be. You don't believe in what you
can't or don't see, and you will never see what I do because it goes
against every law of reason you know." Serena glared up at Darien,
silently cursing the fact of how intimidating he could be because of his
height advantage. She missed her middle school years when every boy
was at least two feet shorter than her, now she had to nearly brake her
neck just to look at half the men she knew. Damn puberty. Now
despite her average height and high-heeled shoes Serena wanted to do
nothing more than stand on a chair.

"You're right Serena...but still, it's a harmless game, how bad
could it be?"

"How bad could it be!?" She turned to a stack of books that
laid upon a nearby chair. After rummaging through them for a minute
she picked up a paperback and thrust it into Darien's face. "Have you
ever heard of demonic possession!?"

Darien glanced down at the book that he now held in his
hands, 'Ouija: The Most Dangerous Game' by Stoker Hunt and tried not
to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. "Serena don't you think
you're taking this a little too seriously? It's just a harmless game."

"Harmless! That game is no more harmless than me with any
form of a sharp object. If you want to play with an 'Ouija' board so
badly why don't you go get one of your little friends to participate with
you, I mean my presence isn't exactly mandatory for this type of thing."

"Oh come on Serena, sure I could get someone else, but you're
a psychic! If I use the board with someone else there's probably a slight
chance of something happening, but most likely not. With you though
it's a whole new story, I'm sure if you do this very simple, unpretentious
favor for me, something will most definitely happen."

"Oh for Christ's sake Darien, you don't even believe in
psychics! And if you want the assistance of one so badly may I suggest
some of the lovely ones that advertise their services on the television.
Some are only 99 cents a minute so hey, just think of it as a long
distance phone call. By the way, don't you have a company to run?"

"It's not my company to run at the moment Serena, your father
is trying to get as much done as he can before he lets you take over for
him. So at the moment my presence is about as necessary as yours,
which isn't exceedingly necessary." She glared at him once more from
his reference to the fact that in order for her to become 'familiar' with
the position she would filling in the somewhat near future her father had
decided to start her off as Darien's secretary of sorts. And if the terrible
fact of being the secretary of probably one of the biggest jerks she had
ever known wasn't enough, the fact that she had never in her life had
any type of secretarial training and the concept of shorthand made about
as much sense to her as any language other than English, which much to
her father's chagrin, she couldn't grasp for the life of her.

"If you're trying to get on my good side by sweet-talking me
let me give you a little hint, it isn't working."

"I don't think my calling your presence on the payroll
unnecessary would be considered 'sweet-talking', but then again that's
just me..."

"Oh shut-up, I never said I WANTED to take my father's
place, I'm just the only one left."

"Yes, well back to the question at hand, will you do it?"

"Even though it is completely out of character for me to be
kind to others, let alone you, if it'll shut you the hell up and get you out
of my hair then fine, I'll 'mystify' you with my psychic abilities."

"I don't care about your 'psychic abilities', I just want to see if
this 'Ouija board' thing really works."

"Well when do you want to come over to my house?"

"Why can't you come over to MY house."

"Because frankly the thought of going to your house doesn't
really appeal to me."

"Fine, then lets go."

"But I still have a couple hours left here until I'm off."

"Serena, first of all you are currently my secretary, and I can
tell you when to work and when not to, and second of all you are the
daughter of the co-owner not to mention co-president of this company.
Now let's go."

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Serena yawned exasperatedly as her newly acquired platinum
2001 Vanden Plas SC Jaguar pulled to a stop at a red light. Her parents
had insisted upon her getting a new car, they claimed her '91 Mercury
Grand Marquis was 'atrocious'. She had purchased it at a used car
dealership on sale for only $2,500, and even though it was a piece of
crap she had fallen in love with it. It's age and black exterior had given
it a lovely 'mobsteresque' quality which she adored. God she had loved
that car. Her Jag on the other hand had been no bargain with it's almost
$90,000 price tag, she had to admit though, she looked damn good in it.

The light was still red, and that meant as long as it was still red
she would have to spend even more time in a confined space with
Darien Crowley. Yuck, just the thought of it made her skin crawl, in a
bad way. She glanced back up at the light and confirmed once more
that it was indeed still red.

"You know what Darien," Serena glanced over at Darien to
make sure he didn't miss her revelation, "I hate you."

"Wow Serena big surprise." Darien's voice dripped with
sarcasm, which irked her even more considering she was probably the
most sarcastic person known to man kind. "And how may I ask did you
come to this conclusion?"

Finally. The light changed to green. Serena waited until they
were cruising once more down the rode at a comfortable speed before
answering. "Simple." She glanced briefly over at Darien once more
before returning her gaze back to the rode. "You're a jackass."

Darien promptly burst out laughing. Serena cocked a brow as
she parked her car by the curb which just so happened to be
conveniently located in front of her house on Commonwealth Avenue.
She turned to Darien once more, who much to her annoyance was still
laughing. "Okay, we're here. Now get the hell out of my car."

To be continued...

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Author's Notes: Thanks for reading!! Reviews are super, not to mention
e-mails!

Until next time...
-La Lune

Note: The book 'Ouija: The Most Dangerous Game' by Stoker Hunt I
mentioned in this chapter is actually a real book, and supplied me
somewhat with the idea for this story. If you're into this 'Ouija board'
thing I highly recommend it!