Black Hearts, New Moons

by

Isoulde Gray

((A/N: Hi, every1! I'm Isoulde and I'm 14. This is my first fic, so be nice! Please R+R and don't steal! I worked really hard on this fic, because I've got some bad stuff going on and I want to let it go! Please tell me how cool Sailor Hecate is and World of Darkness! No Flames! Be nice to me! I'm new to fanfic and Wicca!))

Prologue

Sweet Sacrifice

Her name was Isoulde. A Princess of the Blood Royal and Most Beloved Daughter of Queen Neherenia, she was the Darkness of the New Moon and the Glory of a Solstice Eve. Her lush, sable hair cascaded like a River of Obsidian down her back and trailed on the ground. Her eyes were the color of garnets in candlelight and her lips the color of blood in darkness against lily white skin. She was a slender as moonbeams and delicate as a rose of glass.

She was also Sailor Hecate, Senshi of Darkness and Witchcraft. Her black, blood red and silver fuku glittered in the moonlight and her athame gleamed wickedly at her hip. Perfect, black platform boots buckled up to her thighs, adding a foot to her already majestic 6'0" height. Her fishnet gloves accentuated her slim white arms like spiderwebs against the moon and each garnet and silver ring sparkled on her dainty hands like bloody stars, like the dangling garnet drops in her ears.

She was the favored Daughter of the Darkness.

Until that fateful day...

"Mother! What is it? What's happening?" said Isoulde sleepily as she entered the Throne Room "I had the most horrible dream! I was dead yet not dead and you were dead as well. Then, a creature crawled out of a unbalanced cross and, with an eldritch howl like a creature of the Stygian depths, it devoured you and tore out my throat!"

"Ah, my sweetest black pearl!" wept Nehelia "The unbalanced cross is a sign of strife and doom! I fear for you, gentle Isoulde! Look how your mother quakes with terror!"

"Why, mother!" gasped Isoulde, "Your hands are like ice in the night! Wherefore do you weep?"

"Tomorrow is your 16th birthday and the New Moon, symbol of my kingdom, shall be in the sign of Scorpio! Ah, my darling childe, that is to be the night of your wedding to the Prince of the Vampyres, Kayne the Ever-Living!"

"Kayne? Never!" The proud princess turned away. "Far rather would I die than give my soul and heart to that fiend of the night!"

"My childe, you must! Lest he destroy our kingdom and create a world of pain and opression!"

Isoulde wept sweet crystalline tears like dew at midnight, but there was nothing she could do. The next evening, she was bathed in rose oil and jasmine oil. Her long hair was brushed one hundred strokes to gleam like a scrying mirror and her nails and lips were painted the color of rubies in claret. She was gowned in the purest white silk, cut like gown in the Accolade, with silver trim and diamonds. Diamonds, garnets, black and white opals and black and white pearls dressed her hair and her throat. A circlet with a single black opal set in a crescent moon was set upon her head. Her slippers were stilettos of the finest white silk, diamond chips set in the heels. A wreath of black, red and white roses crowned her and a white velvet cloak, trimmed and lined with white fox fur draped over her shoulders.

As she was led into the Faerie Grove, surrounded by willows and lit by a bonfire, she found Kayne. He wore a red velvet doublet with rubies and gold adorning it and golden velvet trews tucking into black boots. His long golden hair cascaded in curls to his waist, crowned with rubies. A ruby festooned rapier sat at his hip and a blood thirsty golden eagle sat on his shoulder.

"Oh, Great Goddess, hear my prayer!" she whispered, "I am afraid, though his eyes glow like scarlet embers and his skin is as tawny as a lion's mane! Give me courage!"

As their wrists were bound together, Kayne Embraced Isoulde.

"Now, my Lady of the New Moon," he chuckled throatily, "You belong to me as my unreleased child. You shall never be released, for you shall never die and you shall belong to me for eternity!"

And Isoulde wept.

That night as she slept in a rosewood coffin beside her lord, the goddess Nemesis appeared to her in a vision, binding her with chains of gold. She sang to her and laughed as Hellhounds devoured her heart.

It's true, we're all a little insane.

But it's so clear,

Now that I'm unchained.

Fear is only in our minds,

Taking over all the time.

Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.

Dry your eyes and testify.

You know you live to break me. Don't deny.

Sweet sacrifice.

One day I'm gonna forget your name,

And one sweet day, you're gonna drown in my lost pain.

Fear is only in our minds,

Taking over all the time.

Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.

Dry your eyes and testify.

And oh you love to hate me don't you, honey?

I'm your sacrifice.

(I dream in darkness

I sleep to die,

Erase the silence,

Erase my life,

Our burning ashes

Blacken the day,

A world of nothingness,

Blow me away.)

Do you wonder why you hate?

Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?

You poor sweet innocent thing.

Dry your eyes and testify.

You know you live to break me.

Don't deny.

Sweet sacrifice.

Isoulde wept herself to sleep that night

(( A/N: PLEEEEEASE R+R! I'm in a really bad place right now and your appreciation is all that keeps me going! Don't you love Evanescence?))

Chapter 1

Good Enough