The moon had just risen over the bleak midnight sky. It had taken a long time for it to reach the fullness that was needed, and to reach the right time. They smiled as soft whispers fell from each of their mouths. Soft hums and hisses that screeched through the night. Only a faint murmer came from the women in the center. The long forgotten corpse of that one. Her dark black hair that reached to her mid-back, the long thick lashes that were drawn close on a deathly pale slender face. Full blood stained lips that held no hint of a smile or frown. A crown of dead roses and black berries on her head, in her hands was a singe living roses it's stem long ago been cut free of the red petals, apparently looking as though the only life on the corpse remains. She was dressed in a long black dress that was low cut along the neck line. The hem of the skirt was full and fell in soft gentle sweeps around her youthful breasts. Another low moan as the body began to stir. Slowly you could see the rose losing it's radiance and dieing in her hands. The murmers of those surronding her grew louder almost as they were growing into wails. Then they let out an agonizing scream as the flames came. The villagers had arrived in time to see their act. Setting the ritual on fire, even the corpse that too screamed after being brought half-way back to life. The torture and blood stained the grass, the trees. The bodies were lying in heaps as the main corpse burned away into nothingness. With only the promise of one day returning, of one day seeking revenge...
Authors Note: I do not own Sailor Moon that is all created by our all mighty goddess Naoko! Hope you all enjoy this little story it's my first time on