Disclaimer: all and any Sailor Moon character belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I just own the idea for this story. So don't sue me, but please don't steal either!
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Prologue
A dead, mute scream escaped parted lips as green eyes flung open, and the blonde jolt up. Hand over the now raging heartbeat and breath elaborated, a chocked gasp filled the darkened room as the lone, slender figure sat up in the middle of the bed, sheets sprawled and twisted around long, slender legs.
Shaky fingers ran through sandy blonde hair, long and wavy; the scalp slightly sweated after the nightmare.
With trembling legs, the figure left the bed, making the way to the small adjacent bathroom. Opening the faucet as the lights were turn on, green eyes blinked at the sudden brightness for a couple of moments before finally splashing fresh water into heated cheeks.
It didn't exactly ease the images from the nightmare. But at least it served as a welcoming reality check; there were no monsters around, no evil Queen barking orders to destroy the world, no vicious energy burning the life out of darkened and already corrupted blood...
It was over. It was all over. So why were the nightmares still there? Why was the memory of it all still burning every pore, every inch? Every single vein that carried blood still boiled with the memory, and it was as disturbing as it was terrifying.
Zoisite...
The voice, sultry and wicked, filled the air all around, and green eyes widened in horror.
And then a determinate frown came to delicate features. "That's not my name."
Zoisite...
"That's not my name!"
An angry fist met the mirror, and fresh, warm blood poured out of broken knuckles. A broken gasp, and then the slender figure slid down to the tiled floor, sobbing brokenly.
"Zoe," the trembling, soft voice filled the air. "My name is Zoe..."