Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sailor Moon or any of the canon characters. Drake and the others are my creation, however.

Author's Note: Welcome to my version of the Heart Snatchers Arc. I hope you enjoy it, especially with the switch to being in my fictional city of Le Lune, California. This is mainly going to take place from shortly before Serena and Darien broke up to right before the second chapter in Vault of Souls.

Prologue: Beginnings and Secrets

An eight year old boy with pale brown hair stood before three small six year olds. "You two are blondes. That makes you ditzy airheads. There's no way you're smart enough to be in classes with us."

The girl with curly blonde pigtails bit her trembling lip, trying hard as she could not to cry. The boy standing behind her pushed his glasses higher, hiding his green eyes behind their glare. His other hand touched the tips of his blonde hair.

"Serena, don't listen to him," stated the blonde boy. "Hair color doesn't make one smart or dumb."

"And you're little friend over there," continued the older boy, "she's far too quiet. She's too dumb to even talk."

The other little girl, with long navy blue hair, pulled her knees up to her chin. Tears silently fell down her pale face.

"Hey, Kaitou! Leave them alone, you bully!"

An eight year old girl came running over, her long dark blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She folded her arms and glared at the brown-haired boy.

"Didn't I tell you to leave my little brother alone, Kaitou?" A ten year old boy with pale blonde hair strode over, his hands clenched into fists.

Ace Kaitou slowly backed away, his copper eyes narrowed. "Why don't you two make me? These three don't belong here."

"You take that back!" The older girl threw herself on Ace, punching as much of him as she could reach.

"Amara! Please! Stop it!" Serena begged, running over to tug on Amara's skirt. "He's not worth it!"

The boy behind her shouted. "Mal, don't! Older brother, let him go!"

The pale haired older boy had grabbed Ace's arms, keeping him from hitting Amara back. "Stay out of this, Zack. Take Serena and Amy over to the others in your class."

"Ah, such energy. Perfect for the taking."

A strange woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with long black nails and pale orange skin, dropped to the ground in front of them. She held her hands out towards the frightened Zack and Amy. Mal let go of Ace and dove in front of them. All three collapsed as the woman drained their energy. Ace, now freed, turned to run away.

"Not so fast, little one. I need your energy."

Ace collapsed, completely drained.

Amara stood, protectively, in front of Serena, hoping the little girl would run away.

"Your turn, little pretties. You have so much energy." She lunged towards the girls.

Serena screamed, a golden crescent moon appearing on her forehead. Silver light flared from her hands, forcing a symbol to appear in the center of Amara's forehead. An "h" with curved sides, divided by a vertical line rising from a circle, glowed with a brilliant yellow light.

"Sereanity, my princess, please, get out of here," commanded Amara. "I'm begging you, little cousin. Run."

Serena shook her head. "Not without you, Haruka."

The woman advanced towards them again. "Ah, the energy of the little Moon Princess. How perfect."

"Pluto Dead Scream."

The woman collapsed into a pile of dust, revealing a tall woman with long dark green hair. She wore an outfit, much like the sailor uniform of the female students, but with a very short black skirt. Her black boots went up past her knees.

"It's alright, little ones."

"Sailor Puu!" Serena shrieked, running over to throw her small arms around the new woman's leg.

"Hello, my princess. However, it is not yet time for you to be awake," stated Pluto, stroking Serena's hair. "It's time to go back to sleep."

Serena's eyes drifted shut and the crescent moon faded from her forehead.

"Please, Pluto, can I still remember? I won't say anything. I promise," pleaded Amara.

Pluto shook her head. "Not yet. However, you can remember while you are dreaming. The princess won't. Haruka, you will be needed before the princess is, and you will know when she does awaken again."

The eight year old nodded as she sank to the ground, exhausted.


Amara ran down the street to a small white house. She threw open the door, a wide smile on her face.

"Aunt Irene, great news! Ace Kaitou is moving to London, England!" The dark blonde girl bounced up and down beside the kitchen table. "Serena doesn't have to worry about him, anymore."

The dark blue haired woman looked up from the bowl of chocolate chip cookie batter. "It doesn't matter, Amara. Serena's not going back to school there. We decided to have her transfer to a new school. She starts today."

"But, but. Why?" The eight year old struggled to understand. "Without Kaitou there, she should be fine with going back."

"She's stopped applying herself. We're hoping a new school will give her a fresh start," explained her aunt. "I'm sorry, Amara. You'd better hurry so you can catch your school bus."

Amara's gaze dropped to the floor. "Of course, Aunt Irene."

She turned and ran out of the house, trying not to burst into tears. I will not cry. I have to be strong. I can only be strong.


Serena walked into her new classroom, her fingers playing with the strap of her bright pink book bag.

"Class, I want you to welcome our newest student, Serena Tsukino," stated the smiling, blonde teacher. "Serena, you can sit next to Molly. She's the girl with the red-brown hair sitting by the window."

The girl she mentioned waved her arm, a bright smile on her face. Slowly, Serena walked over, her face serious.

"Hiya, Serena. I have a feeling we're going to be very good friends. My mama works at the local jewelry store. What does your mama do?"

"She stays at home," replied Serena. "My daddy goes out and takes photos of people and places."

"Hey, Serena. Welcome!" A voice came from behind them. A boy with shaggy brown hair and large glasses with thick lenses leaned over his desk. "I'm Melvin. It's nice to meet you."


A large white moving van pulled up in front of the two-story blue house at the end of the block. A small boy stood in the yard, watching the men in blue uniforms carry boxes out and load them into the van.

"I can't believe it!" Amara heard her mother shriek. "After all these years! I trusted him. How could he do this to me? To Amara?"

Irene Tsukino sat across the kitchen table from her sister-in-law. "I don't know. Even I didn't know my brother was capable of this. And she lived less than a block away from you. Ronnie, I don't know what to tell you. Shawn was a liar and wrong to do what he did. And his two illegitimate sons are going to have to deal with this as much as Amara is."

The dark blonde ten year old still couldn't believe it. Her father had cheated on her mother, and he had two sons. And they had both lived just down the block from her. Malcolm and Zachary Stone, Malcolm who had helped her beat up Ace Kaitou, and Zachary, who had been one of Ace's targets. They were her half brothers.

"And to find it out because of how he died!" Ronnie sobbed. "How can I hold my head up around here? I have to take that job in Le Lune."

"Move to California? In America? Ronnie, that's a bit extreme, isn't it?"

"I have to get away from here. I can't stay." Ronnie rose to her feet and dumped out her cold coffee. "I'm going to call them in the morning."


Dark blonde hair tumbled down to the elbows of a fifteen year old girl. She pulled her black jacket tighter around her as she stared down at the open grave. A dark mahogany coffin was slowly lowered into it as she watched. Tears shimmered in dark blue eyes, but they didn't fall.

"Goodbye, Mother. Rest in peace," whispered the teenager, turning away.

Her black slacks caught on a branch from a bush that surrounded the cemetery. She bent and untangled it, before walking to the iron gates. A small black car waited there, a small woman with reddish brown hair standing by the back door.

"It will be alright, Amara. You'll see," stated the woman, placing a hand on the teenager's shoulder.

"Thanks, Sara. I'm glad you and Salem agreed to take me in. I don't really have any place else to go." Amara opened the door and slid into the back seat.


Hey, so I was working on Vault of Souls, but I realized that I needed to go back to the beginning of the story, instead of the middle. Which is really where the Vault of Souls begins. So, here's the real beginning of my little series. Don't worry, I will get back to the Vault of Souls when I finish Hearts of Le Lune.

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