AN: This is the Prologue chapter in what I hope is an interesting story. I have been an active reader of Sailor Moon Fanfiction for about 3 years and since some people seem to be under the impression that I have some semblance of talent I've decided to submit this in. If you enjoyed it review or email me at tasie16@yahoo.com. I look forward to your feedback.
The sound of the door opening caused all the regulars looked up out of habit and their first thought was that it was just a girl.
Then they took a second glance, and realized what many others already had figured out.
She was gorgeous but if one put that aside, there was something else about her…
The way she carried herself, there was a flavor of mystery around her.
A sense of danger that suddenly filled room.
She walked into the smoke filled room with her eyes narrowed, looking determined and dangerous.
It wasn't a frightening dangerous.
No, this woman eluded an aura of pleasurable danger, for all that she was wearing, she sincerely didn't look like she could hurt anyone but then looks were deceiving…
She was wearing a tight black tank top with pure white angel wings on the back; as if she were some tainted angel from the pits of hell. A pair of leather pants rode dangerously low on her hips and her black stiletto boots clicked against the floor with purpose as she walked through the quiet crowd.
Not at all bothered by the silence.
She had been there twice already this week, ordering the same thing, never saying more than a few words and leaving with a different man. They didn't leave at the same time, but it was obvious they ended up together when neither one of them returned.
With her thick shoulder length silvery blonde hair swaying with every movement, the mystery woman continued her stride across the floor until she reached an empty table and swung the chair around so she could sit backwards.
She waited impatiently for the waitress to bring her a drink.
Raising her hand, she gently pushed her designer sunglasses down her nose far enough for her ultramarine eyes to make a brief and subtle scan of the room before quickly pushing them back up.
She didn't care that the night was pitch black.
When the busy waitress finally came to her, she watched the other woman hurriedly place the mug in front of her and walk away to tend to the other customers. As soon as the waitress left in one motion she lifted the mug to her lips and drunk it all down with a vigor that had all eyes in the room on her.
Not that they weren't already.
Feeling a certain pair of eyes on her, she decided to give them something to look at.
Arching her back, she displayed the curves of her body clearly and gave attention to her generous cleavage. She then shifted her neck to expose that particular feature, running her slim fingers along the veins in her throat, receiving a growl or two in appreciation of that slender attribute.
Continuing her little game for ten more minutes, she lifted and twisted her body in certain places.
Increasingly bored, she returned her attention to her recently refilled mug, while sending a silent fervent prayer that her tolerance for alcohol had improved over the years. Gradually she drained the cup and slowly dragged the back of her hand across her mouth to get rid of the excess waste and was about to wipe it on her pants before changing her mind.
Raising her hand to her mouth, she took her tongue and slowly dragged it across her skin, licking the rest off her hand in one smooth stroke.
The waitress came again to refill but she shook her head; she didn't need to be drunk tonight.
Taking another scan of the room she felt someone staring at her back. Casually scrutinizing the room she looked for the intense gazer. Once she found the owner of the severe stare she returned it with the same intensity for moments before realizing this was the person she had been waiting for.
'Observation…'She tilted her head to the side in a come hither way fashion and smiled alluringly, white teeth glinting becomingly, while discretely nodding towards the door.
She saw his slight nod of agreement and she stood up slowly to leave the room the same way she entered still feeling the gazes on her back as she walked into the quiet night, her back to the entrance.
As soon as she left the place reverted back to its original atmosphere; smoke and noise filled the air once more.
The show was over.
She had left.
Conversations continued where they left off and alcohol was consumed.
No one missed the absence of the two previous occupants.
She waited outside and relaxed breathing in the warm night air, for all of 10 seconds, before being roughly grabbed from behind and slammed against a nearby wall and having a pair of lips smashed against her mouth. The back of her head was starting to tingle painfully from the impact and she knew she'd probably have a headache in the morning. Despite the suddenly starry vision she reached up to run her hands through his auburn colored tresses, while pulling and holding him close to her body.
Her back was against the bricks and her eyes narrowed once again with purpose.
'Infiltration…'Pulling away from her soft lips, he rested his forehead on her neck and she allowed him to as her head fell gently to rest lightly on the wall behind her.
Neither of them was breathing heavily.
The mood changed when his nose brushed against her neck, she stiffened in response, and he was practically inhaling her scent. He sniffed at her neck before dragging his tongue over her rapidly beating pulse before raising to look at her through glowing eyes.
Feeling his breath on her neck she looked up at him and his pointed teeth glinted at her in the moonlight. Just as he was about to plunge them into her throat she placed both her hands firmly on his chest and threw him almost clear across the alley. Stunned at the unexpected show of strength from his 'victim', he stumbled slightly but quickly caught his balance.
Though not quick enough to see her retrieve a very long, and very pointy, sword.
It was an archaic looking sword with odd engravings, and had it not been pointed at him he would have taken the time to properly admire the weapon's artistic beauty
"We don't have to do this…" she said as she pointed the blade at him. He growled at her and she just shrugged as he lunged at her. She swiftly dodged and spun around to face him. Taking advantage of his lack of alertness she swung the sword down while he was preoccupied with regaining his footing, and missed his throat by a mere inch.
She gave him a grin that was the complete exact opposite of the one in the bar.
While that one had held promises of long lasting pleasure, this one held only the guarantee of pain with a bit of sympathy attached. She swung her weapon skillfully back and forth, successfully forcing him into the corner of the alley.
He dodged each swing…barely and desperately tried to gain ground in their little fight.
He failed.
She continued relentlessly, stepping forward to prevent him from escaping his confinement. He turned his head to both sides, only to see that there was no exit. No escape.
She had sufficiently cornered him and the only way out looked to be through that sword.
He looked at his soon to be executioner and sneered his contempt at her.
He watched as her eyes glowed briefly above the fallen shades, "What are you?!", he spat at her. Her face never changed except a brief flash of regret. She wished there was another way to handle this situation, but she had a job to do.
"Do you remember a 7 year old girl you killed a week ago…?" she stated as she looked at him with barely disguised pity as he shook his head in denial, " You know that's kind of funny…" she said in a voice that bespoke of no amusement, "… because her father remembers you."
Having declared that she took one final swing and decapitated him.
'Elimination'She watched almost emotionless as the head rolled before both it and the body turned to ashes.
She sighed.
Even though he had a heartless murderer, whom had been just about ready to kill her, she couldn't leave things as they were.
She couldn't leave him without hope.
'No one deserves that…'
And as that thought crossed her mind the crystal around her neck glowed briefly, the crystal prepared itself to perform a task that obscuring anyone's vision had there been anyone else there and when the light died down the ashes were gone. Slowly she turned away from the pile of residue the only thing belaying any emotion about her was the strong grip she kept on the weapon.
'I really wish that I didn't have to do that.'
She walked about a block away from the incident, weapon still in hand, and turned into a hidden alley where a black and silver motorcycle was hidden in the shadows of the tall buildings. With a flick of her hand the sword disappeared and the keys to the bike were suddenly in her delicate little hands. Fingering one key in particular she continued walking until she reached the bike and laid a gentle hand on it almost as if caressing a favorite pet.
Jumping on she straddled it and placed the key in the ignition.
Feeling the vibration of the bike beneath her brought back some memories, 'Memories…' ,she decided with teary eyes, 'better forgotten until I reached my destination'. All throughout the workout her sunglasses had only slipped further down her nose so she pushed them back on over her eyes even though the only light out was from the lampposts on the streets.
She raced down the streets, weaving in and out of the back streets and alleys of the city. She knew she was speeding way beyond the limit but she didn't care. It wasn't like the cops were going to catch her.
The wind blowing through her hair soothed her soul and calmed her aching heart slightly.
Even if it did remind her of time and place she had hoped, or at least wished, she'd escaped from. No matter where she went or how fast she rode, she couldn't lose her memories. In the street lights as she sped down the cement she dimly felt the conversion as her hair grew from shoulder length to thigh length, floating on the breeze like a flag of independence, and her silvery sheen reduced into simple streaks in a sea of endless gold.
Her hands unconsciously clenched the gas and she sped even faster down the road in her haste to escape her mind, as thoughts gold brought other thoughts, thoughts she didn't want to think about at the moment.
The ride was short and soon she parked the bike in an underground basement.
Usagi strolled past the sleeping doorman, after stopping to look around for a moment and place a blanket on the slumbering man's form, and through the empty lobby. Stepping into the elevator she pressed the button for the penthouse apartment. The blonde waited impatiently to get off and it seemed like an eternity before she heard the 'ding' of her floor.
Usagi walked to her door and she tentatively placed her key in the hole. Slowly she opened the door to the apartment, almost as if afraid of something. Walking inside she checked every room and after finding nothing she finally allowed herself to relax on the couch.
Plopping down she put her feet on the glass coffee table and allowed her small form to be engulfed in her soft beige leather couch. Lifting her hair she threw her head back and let the masses of hair fall over and off the couch, she sighed, content with her current choice of position.
She was so incredibly comfortable at the moment but she still wasn't finished. That thought as well as the thought that falling asleep on the couch would probably sore in the morning or afternoon, whenever she chose to wake up. With that knowledge in her head, Usagi got up from her nice warm spot to go to the bedroom.
The room itself was rather simple containing a large bed and a desk.
This was really only a temporary dwelling for her.
A black laptop rested on the desk booted up and ready for her, where she'd left it.
Grabbing the laptop off the desk, she headed to her bed and thoughtlessly flopped on it as soon as her body stopped bouncing she began typing. Reaching underneath the bed she pulled out a cord and logged on. Immediately she started looking for new leads on other assignments that needed her 'special' touch.
She also needed to know if she had any important messages.
She worked on her laptop for an indefinite amount of time; she didn't even know what time it was when she got in, stifling a yawn she took a glance at her watch and grimaced at the time displayed.
4:39
If she didn't go to bed soon she'd be seeing the sunrise. Shutting off the laptop she got up, stretching her back and placed the laptop back on the desk. Quickly she changed into her pajamas: a simple pair of boy shorts and sports bra. The weather was warm enough for her to wear it and still be comfortable, plus she really liked them. Dumping her clothes on the floor carelessly Usagi climbed into the bed and closed her eyes sighing contently, her nose buried in the vanilla scented pillow cases.
Snuggling in under the covers she sent a silent request to whatever higher beings that existed for a dreamless night. Her lips parted slightly as her body submitted to unconsciousness and she was granted a peaceful few hours of sleep.
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To Be Continued:
AN: This is a revised version of the prologue. I realized that there some things that I've written that I don't particularly like so I'm gonna go over all of the things that I've written already until I've fixed what's wrong. Hopefully that means the story will be better than before and more people will review *hint hint*!