I'll keep it short and sweet.

Disclaimer; I do not own Sailor Moon, shock horror!

"The way she moves, way-oh, I wanted her to stay awhile, don't go, away oh!"

Forever The Sickest Kids

Prologue

There was one thing that Serena Anderson could learn from experience; dancing with the Devil was more dangerous than it seemed. The blonde had always known to never be associated with the Shields' family; in fact, she hated them.

But that was usual within the Anderson family. It had been known, that from the moment the Head of the Anderson family had met with the Head of the Shields' family, everything had clashed.

They had been at war since.

Fifteen generations later, and Serena Anderson had faced up to her legacy.

-

In an abandoned warehouse, somewhere in the South of England, was a room. The room was dark, devastatingly so. Two men stood in the centre of this room, one of them with blonde hair clashing soundly with his black attire. He held himself carefully, almost gracefully as he held a gun to his victims temple, pushing their silver hair back.

Jed Anderson grinned sadistically as Yaten Shields shivered in fear. Yaten's heart was beating enthusiastically, throwing itself against his ribcage. Jed could hear Yaten's panic, and could see his fear. Excitement flared inside of him at this panic. Still grinning, Jed cocked the gun, making his victim flinch in shock.

Gulping the saliva in his throat, Yaten blinked, looking around in a pleading gesture. Jed pressed the gun against the thin temple with a dark smile.

"Any last words Yaten?" a female voice purred from the shadows.

Walking out from a dark corner of the room, Serena Anderson made herself known to the room. The petite blonde walked almost seductively towards the two men, wearing only skin tight trousers, a jacket to match and thin, knee-high boots. Serena praised herself for noticing that even in his pleading state, Yaten still managed to stare at her shapely body.

Serena smiled with venom on her tongue, watching the handsome man realise that he was still being held captive.

It was a shame really, he wasn't a bad man, but he was one of them.

"I don't think you understand, Yaten," she said slowly, staring him in the eyes as she stopped in front of him. One of her hands pressed to his shirt, twiddling a button in between her middle finger and index finger. She pouted as it came undone, and continued with the rest, finally revealing all of his lightly muscled chest. "That the Anderson's don't like traitors ..." She took one long finger and worked her way down his ripped chest gently, well aware of Yaten's curiosity. "Or did you miss that part?" she whispered, reaching up on her tip toes so that her lips were but a centimetre from his.

"Are you taking advantage of me?" Yaten whispered, willing himself not to lean forward and take her lips for his.

"Advantage?" Serena whispered. Slowly, a grin spread across her face. "Oh, Yaten!" she laughed, pulling away from him. "I do believe you want this a hell of a lot more than I do," she taunted, stepping towards him again with a look that Yaten had seen many times.

"Serena," Jed warned, reminding the two that he was still there. "We need to get out of here."

Serena held her index finger up to Jed to silence him. "One second, then you'll have your fun."

Jed grinned, pressing the gun harder to Yaten's temple with both hands and spreading his feet apart.

Serena smiled sweetly at Yaten, leaning up on her tip toes to brush her lips with his. "Goodnight Mr Shields."

A bead of sweat trickled from Yaten's brow as he froze from the kiss, colliding with the cold metal of the gun. Jed could feel the blood pulsating throughout Yaten's body, throbbing against the gun.

Serena turned away from the two men and walked away through the door, not wanting to watch as her brother killed her ex-lover.

Two cracks of a bullet reverberated around the abandoned house. And then silence.

If there's one lesson you should learn in life; it's never dance with the devil.

AN: Please review? First chapter shall be on its humble way soon ! :)

Niamh xx