I finally managed to get some of my fics uploaded. This is the first, don't expect me to constantly update, I don't have internet where I live, and can update only when I'm able to access the internet. Please read and review.

WolfRider21

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or the Sookie Stackhouse series

Bloods Worth

Prologue

Sam Merlotte had to find a new cook. Again. After coming out as a shifter, things were going, not bad, but not that good either. Business was good, but the staff was getting threatened by the Fellowship of the Sun, not that they could prove it, but it was good enough for the cook. Merlotte's ran out of chefs like they were going out of style, and finding a good chef in Bon Temps, Louisiana was hard enough. Especially because he was a shifter, it seemed that less and less people wanted a job here, no matter what the economy was like. He had already interviewed a couple dozen potentials, but they never seemed up to snuff. He picked up the resume of his next interview. Makoto Kino, a Japanese immigrant, college student, and looking for a job. She was due in a couple of minutes. Her resume looked good, good cooking marks, not so much in science. Sam couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she included that in her resume, but, at least she was honest. One interesting note was that she held a black belt in several martial arts, so she would be useful in the bar for more than just cooking. Sam looked up as someone knocked on the door. He checked the time. 5:35, right on schedule. With luck, he could hire her today and put her on the night shift.

"Come in," he said, hands folded on top of his desk. The door opened, and a tall girl walked in, about Sam's height, her curly hair in a ponytail, intelligent green eyes sparkling. Her ears had cute rose earrings that somehow suited her mixture of feminity and tom boyishness. In one hand was a covered tray, held like a typical waitress. She was dressed in blue jeans and a loose white blouse.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Makoto." She talked with an air of confidence, yet humble. Like she was saying I will get this job, and I won't screw up, and I won't show off.

"Yes, good," Sam said. "I've been reading your resume. You have several good references, and everybody I've called has said that your food is too die for, so now I must ask, why would you want to work here?"

Makoto grinned. "This place seems very interesting. Even if I don't make it in big restaurant business, I could make a nice living here, and my friends could always visit me here and just relax. It's not a bad place to live."

Sam was surprised by her answer. Makoto Kino seemed to be a unique character. And she was confident, good looking, and ready to take on any challenge.

"If you want," Makoto interrupted Sam's thoughts. "I brought some samples for you to try," Makoto set the tray down on the desk. "I've never cooked for a shifter before," She continued. "So I don't know if you prefer anything, so I made a normal All-American meal. Fried chicken, a hamburger, medium rare, some, ah, French fries, and chocolate cake for desert."

Sam looked at the dinner, stomach growling. He had tasted some different samples this afternoon, but none of them had made him salivate like this. Sam picked up the chicken breast, and took a large bite. The chicken was nice, tender, and juicy, the skin having a nice crunch. Sam put down the chicken before his stomach got to full, and took a bite out of the sandwich. The beef was cooked to perfection, the lettuce and tomato tasted like it had come straight from the garden, and Sam was almost positive the cheese and condiments were homemade. Sam tried one of the French fries, and was sorely tempted to ask Makoto to marry her. Lastly, he took a bite of the chocolate cake. He almost died then, he could practically hear the angelic chorus. Sam took a long look at Makoto. "Can you start tonight?" he asked. Makoto nodded, grinning.

"Enjoy your dinner," Makoto said, walking out. Sam grinned, and dug in.

Chapter One

When Sookie Stackhouse checked in for her shift at Merlotte's that night, the last thing she expected to hear in people's minds was how absolutely wonderful the food was. Yes, sometimes she would hear a couple of people think the food was okay, and deserved a good tip, but never I have died and reincarnated from three different people at one time. Sookie scanned the bar, and spotted Bill having some synthetic blood and talking to Jason, Sookie's brother. Having a nice normal conversation.

Jesus Christ, shepherd of Judea! Sookie thought. Could good food make two mortal enemies have a good conversation? Sookie doubted it, but maybe she should check out the new cook.

"Order up!" Makoto called. "Table five!" Makoto turned back to the fryer, and dipped a batch of French fries into it, then turned her attention to a batch of Buffalo wings. After adding her own secret ingredient to the hot sauce, and then coating the wings, she put them on a plate with bleu cheese dressing and celery sticks. Then, she turned her attention to the fries, pulling them out of the grease, and adding real sea salt, not the bleached stuff. After that, she turned to her pet project: food specially made for vampires. Right now, she was trying to make blood ice cream, vanilla specially made for the vamps digestive system, with True Blood the main ingredient. Real blood was easier to use, but she had a feeling that some people would have a problem with that. Then she heard a commotion building up outside. Great, she thought.

This sort of thing happened from time to time, Sookie knew, she just wished that people would stop. Being. So. Ignorant.

A redneck, hillbilly trucker had come in and spotted Bill and immediately began to trash talk, saying all this stupid shit about how vamps should go and impale themselves on someone's stake.

"That's original," a tall girl with long curly hair snorted. Sookie glanced at the girl. She was college age, and confident, strong, and intelligent. Was this the new cook? She seemed more like someone in the military, rather than someone who could work at a bar. Was she even legal?

"Hey, girlie," the trucker sneered. "Maybe you should keep your pretty face away from these dangerous fucks."

"These 'dangerous fucks,'" Makoto snapped. "Seem more human than your ignorant heart." The crowd froze at this statement, shocked. No one moved, no one spoke. All were interested in what was going to happen. The trucker walked up to Makoto, and said, "listen, ma'am, these things are dangerous. They will suck you dry, leave you an empty husk. I think you should leave town and find a safer line of work."

Makoto laughed. Little did he know, that the girl he was talking to had fought monsters, traveled through time, and died more than once. She wasn't just Kino Makoto, part-time college student and cook, she was Sailor Jupiter, the warrior of love and lightning. And this hillbilly was about to get a taste of a good ol' Supreme Thunder.

"I can take care of myself, thank you," Makoto spat. The hillbilly laid a hand on her shoulder, and Makoto had a flash of remembrance. A thug was laying a hand on her shoulder after threatening her future friend, Usagi. And, like last time, Makoto grabbed the man by the wrist, and flipped him over and into the ground, twisted his arm, and laid a knee onto his chest. "Leave," she growled. "And don't come back until you learned some manners." She got off the man, and the man ran out of the bar, not looking back. Makoto turned to Bill.

"I apologize for the inconvenience," Makoto bowed. "Please, allow me too prepare you something to make up for it." Bill looked up at the Sailor Soldier.

"I don't think that will be much use to me, ma'am," Bill said. "I am a vampire, after all."

Makoto grinned. "I'll be right back," she said, running towards the kitchen. A few minutes later, she came out again, holding a bowl of what looked like crimson ice cream. She set it down in front of Bill. "Try it," she said. "Trust me." Bill looked hesitantly at the bowl, picked up a spoon and scooping up a bit. He glanced at it, like a kid contemplating Brussels sprouts. Makoto gave him a cutesy grin that would have made Usagi proud. The entire bar held their breath, and Bill popped the ice cream into his mouth. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

"It's… good," he said astonished. "I can actually eat it!"

"Yeeeeeeeesssssssssss!" Makoto hissed, pumping her fist into the air. "I'm a genius! I've made ice cream for vampires! Whoa, wait a sec, what were the ingredients?" Makoto ran to the kitchen, stopping by the bar to grab a pen. Sookie and the rest of the bar stared after her.

"That was the new cook?" Holly asked.

"Looks like," another barmaid said.

Sookie didn't say anything, just stood there and thought. She had read the cook's mind during the confrontation, and had gotten random images from the girl's thoughts. Several fights, a girl with long hair, braided and buns, at one point with a tiara, and, a couple of times, a streak of bright lightning, plus, a few images of girls in school outfits.

Curious, Sookie thought. Just curious. She would have to keep an eye on Miss Kino.

Makoto walked up to her motorcycle, a gift from Haruka after Makoto had graduated. All the Sailor Senshi had gotten a vehicle of some kind from Haruka and Michiru after they had graduated and gotten into college, Ami a cute blue beetle, Rei had gotten a flaming Ferrari, Minako had gotten a gold Cadillac, and Usagi had gotten a Ford truck, much to everyone's delight and laughter. On the side of the ford, Chibi-Usa and Hotaru had painted a cute rabbit on the driver's side door, along with the words The driver is cute, armed, and dangerous. As the most powerful of the Sailor Senshi, this was completely true. Mamoru had gotten a big kick out of it, insisting that Usagi would have to drive him around town now.

Makoto smiled as she slid the helmet on. All the Senshi had gone their separate ways, but they had all come to America, Ami was in Jersey, Usagi was studying in Washington, DC, Rei was in Los Angeles, and Minako was in New York. Haruka, Michiru, and Hotaru had moved to Richmond, VA, Michiru studying music, and Haruka starting her dream of racing. Hotaru, meanwhile, was starting 10th grade by now, and had grown into a lovely young girl. Setsuna was now living in the 21st century, and had a job in a newspaper in New York, Minako staying with her. It was very lucky, to have them all, relatively speaking, so close. She wouldn't have to shell out a thousand dollars for air fare. As Makoto drove away, she wondered when the next time they could all get together. She decided to invite everyone to Bon Temps sometime within the next month, maybe have them all eat at Merlotte's. It could get Sam a lot of profit, what with Usagi's appetite. Makoto laughed at the thought of Sam's face, when he saw how much food Usagi could shovel down.

Makoto thoughts then turned to the vampires. The Sailor Senshi had long suspected that there were such things, after fighting aliens and such. And none of the Senshi were prejudiced against the vamps, Setsuna was even working at a vampire newspaper, The Night Bite, with three other vampires.

A female voice screaming shot through Makoto's mind, and she swerved the motor-bike onto the side of the road. She stood still, listening closely. There, to the east. Makoto directed the bike towards the noise, gunning the engine. Makoto took one hand off the handlebar, and reached for her henshin pen that she kept on a necklace for easy access.

"Jupiter Crystal Power, Make Up!"

Sookie Stackhouse had also heard the noise of someone screaming, and had made a run towards where she heard the screaming. It was just across her house, in the cemetery, using her telepathy to try to scan ahead of her. She could feel a dark void, and a human mind, along with some fuzzy thoughts. A vampire, a girl, and either a Were or a demon of some sort. She prayed that it was a Were or demon that she was on good relations with, otherwise she would be in for a bad fight. As she ran toward the noise, assuming the vampire was Bill, she heard the noise of a motorcycle coming in from her immediate right. The bike zoomed in, and over took her, gunning towards the skirmish at top speed. Sookie caught a glimpse of a tall figure wearing a green miniskirt. Sookie shook her head at the thought of some adrenaline junkies, and hoped that she would get there in time to warn off the girl with the death wish. She followed the trail of the motorbike. The bike screeched to a halt just in front of a Mexican standoff. The girl got off the bike, kicking the kickstand into place. She had short green boots, and a sailor Japanese school girl uniform, with a green skirt, and pink bows on her chest and back. The bow on the back reached down mid-thigh, and a heart shaped ornament was on the front of her bow. Her green choker had a star on it, and she had on a tiara with a green stone. Sookie was astonished at the thought of someone running towards a supernatural throw down, much less a throw down wearing that outfit. The girl surveyed the scene, hands on her hips. Bill was tied to the post with sharp silver digging into his flesh, a girl and a demon holding onto the ends. The girl holding onto the chain had apparently feigned an attack, and Bill was going to come to her rescue. That's when the demon and the girl struck, tying Bill to the post, and the girl was just about to stake him, when the girl in the outfit showed up.

Makoto took all this in within a matter of seconds, and guessed that the girl was a witch with a vendetta against vampires, and had summoned the demon to help her.

"Let him go," she demanded. The witch laughed.

"Your threatening me?" the witch screeched. "Who are you anyway?"

Makoto grinned. She loved this part.

"For love and justice," Makoto began. "The pretty suited sailor soldier; Sailor Jupiter! In the name of Jupiter, I will shock you with the lightning's wrath!"

The demon looked up, startled. The Sailor Senshi were well known, even to demon's. The witch laughed again, and the demon shot her a look. Apparently, she didn't get the memo.

"Yeah, okay," the witch snorted. "The Japanese heroes are here in Bon Temps. Next, Spider-Man will be practicing voodoo."

Makoto groaned at the thought, then took a fighting stance.

"I warned you," Jupiter said. A rod stuck out of her tiara, and green leaves hovered over her head. "Jupiter Oak Evolution!" The Sailor Soldier spun around, quickly, and lightning edged leaves shot at the witch and the demon. They ducked, and the leaves cut through the silver chains holding Bill to the post, freeing the vampire. Sookie ran from her hiding place and grabbed Bill.

"Take him inside," Sailor Jupiter said, not at all surprised. She then crossed her arms across her chest, her hands in the symbol of rock and roll.

"My guardian Jupiter! Brew the storms! Bring the clouds! Send down the lightning!" Electricity crackled on the rod attached to the tiara. "Supreme Thunder Dragon!" A dragon made from thousands of electric volts crashed into the witch and the demon, sending the demon back to where he came, and knocking out the witch. Jupiter jogged up to the girl, and put two fingers on the witch's wrist. Good, her pulse was steady

Makoto looked up at Bill's house, sighed, then strung up the witch with the silver. Hopefully, Bill will call the police and report assault. And, hopefully, he will leave Sailor Jupiter out of it. Jupiter got back on her motorcycle and drove off, hoping to get a nice hot shower.