A/N: Welcome readers, here is my first story hot off the press. I'm not sure how long it will be, it's sort of an idea I just grabbed and decided to run with. It's a crossover between Sailor Moon and Vampire: The Masquerade, but it is AU. There aren't any Senshi or anything like that. Please read, review, but most of all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or the V:tM universe. This applies for the entire story, along with its rating. It is rated M for possible violence, sexual themes, language, and freaking vampires biting people in the freaking neck. I mean blood drinking, how much worse does it get?

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Under a Dark Moon: Chapter 1

Meetings

She beebopped down the street, hair glittering in the moonlight as her head bobbed side to side to the music she was listening to. She put her whole body into it, fingers snapping, wiggling her hips, grinning to herself. She knew men were turning to look at her, along with everyone else who stared at her enthusiasm. She had chosen a particularly low-cut black tank top this evening, along with a tight black leather skirt and her favorite knee-high black boots. She was loving the black tonight.

The bell over the door jingled in the café, and the silver crescent moon on her black choker seemed to move in time with it. She smiled even more as she walked in, breathing in the rich deep scents of coffee. She had never liked coffee, but she loved the way it smelled. So rich and dark, clouding the senses like a handsome stranger. She strolled up to the counter, taking out her ear buds and looping them up lazily while she waited for the girl at the counter to notice her.

The girl turned around, almost startled for a moment at the pale young woman before her. This was only her first night, and she'd seen a lot of weird people, but this girl was just…odd. She seemed to be watching her, not just looking at her. She tried to shake off the eerie feeling she was getting and stepped forward to take her order when another employee stepped up.

"Hey there Usagi, you want your usual?" A thin, blonde-haired man grinned at her. The other girl looked slightly confused, looking towards him. "Oh sorry Jen, this is Usagi, she's a regular here. She's usually fond of italian cream sodas." Usagi nodded.

"I think today I'll have caramel and butterscotch. I've got an aching for something sweet." She grinned again, and Jen felt very uncomfortable. Her eyes seemed to wander over Jen for a minute, before she leaned over lazily on the counter and gave her co-worker a convincing set of puppy-dog eyes. "Could I get some extra whipped-cream on that, 'Toki?" The blonde man laughed.

"I'll even throw in a cherry. Just give me a minute to whip it up for you."

"Thanks!" Usagi turned around and leaned against the counter as he went to go make her favorite drink. She was lucky enough to be able to eat like this – she had lots of friends who would just be ill at the thought. Some of them said she was special, some said she was just crazy, but she didn't really care. She would probably just die without her sweets.

She surveyed the café as she waited, drumming her fingers on the countertop. She spied a man in the corner, supposedly working on one of the laptops provided for use in the café, but she knew what he was doing. He was watching her, and not doing a good job of covering it up. A lot of men looked at her that way, which usually brought her a lot of fun. She resisted the urge to smile, and on another casual, passing glance she noticed how strikingly handsome he was. He had gorgeous black hair, and deep blue eyes, darker than her own. She was a sucker for blue eyes.

Motoki came back with her italian soda, and she thanked him heartily and paid him, making sure to give him an extra tip. He had always been so good to her, and she was grateful for it. In her world, it was hard to find nice people. She had thought about taking him out once or twice, but had decided against it. She didn't want to ruin what they had.

Instead she sipped delicately on her soda, and walked directly over to the man watching her, who seemed surprised by her move. She set her soda down, closed his laptop, and leaned in close to him; fairly certain she was exposing a good deal of her cleavage.

"So what's the deal, sweetie? You just here for the show or did you want to go have some fun?" He blinked, obviously somewhat confused. She hadn't realized it before but he was wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, probably for reading. He took them off, setting them delicately in the pocket of his rather expensive looking jacket, and cleared his throat.

"I'm terribly sorry to disappoint you, ma'am, but I'm not in the need of any…er…company, just now." Now it was her turn for a little confusion. After a moment of pondering she threw her head back and laughed.

"I'm not a prostitute; I just thought you were cute. I know a dance club nearby that I love to go to." He raised an eyebrow. "It's Saturday night, and you don't' look like you're having any fun. Let's go." She stood up and started to walk away, not bothering to see if he was following but knowing he would.

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At the club she found out how much fun he really was. Once he had tossed his expensive jacket in his probably very expensive car, she saw the tight shirt he was wearing that showed off his muscles. She smiled to herself – she liked them big and strong too. He wasn't quite as sweet as wheat she was looking for, but he would do.

On the dance floor she was wild. Once she got tuned into that music she was bumping and grinding, moving and swaying, dancing this way and that. He thought she was mind-blowing. They danced for hours until he finally led her to the bar to settle down for a drink before leaving. She grinned as they sat down and turned to him.

"What's your name, anyways?" He started. They hadn't even gotten to names yet. They had been so caught up on the dance floor, trapped in such a primitive way, that they had barely even talked about themselves with each other. He extended his hand to her.

"My name's Mamoru. I'm a medical student at the University here." She smiled again. He wanted to shake hands with her – how cute and strangely formal. She grasped his hand tightly and shook it.

"I'm Usagi. I'm not a student, I just work part-time, mostly I like to have fun though. Want to go take a walk after this?" He nodded as their drinks arrived.

After they took a bit to calm down their bodies from all the dancing, she led him outside and they went for a long walk under the moonlight. Few people were out so late, so they mostly had the streets to themselves. Needless to say, there was an incident with an alley and a lot of heated kissing.

It wasn't long before Usagi started to feel something. She felt oddly attracted to this man, this man she barely knew. Attraction wasn't something she entirely indulged in a lot, at least not this kind of attraction. She found herself wondering just what it was she was doing as her hands roamed over his back in the heat of the moment, and she felt something tickling her neck. He was gently kissing and nibbling at her neck, which made her very uncomfortable. She started to push him away when he bit her. So she kicked him into the wall on the other side of the alley.