A/N: Hey! Hey! I got another story out. I'm going to be working on this one and SHOUT! at the same time. This story needs to be written now because I've been dreaming about it for a long time. I never ever ignore a possible story idea so here it is. It is a Makoto/Nephrite love/lust (they don't mean the same thing) story with many twists. It's on the horror/thriller/mystery side. It is full of violence (bloody gore), sexual scenes (LEMON!), and language. So enjoy it please. R&R!

(FYI: These have been updated/edited.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Only the story concept and made up characters.

Las Vegas

Around 2 am in a small town on the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada, a young woman stumbled outside of a bar and onto the sidewalk. By her appearance, you could tell she was inebriated. Her dress hung loosely around her body. Her shoulder-length, curly ebony hair swayed from side to side as she staggered down the street. Her blue-green eyes had now lost their luster and were bloodshot and yellow with jaundice from the years of alcohol abuse. When she finally reached her car, she got out her keys and tried to open the door.

"Damn it," she slurred when the key stabbed her hand.

The key finally made it into the lock and she began to open the door. A noise penetrated the darkness. She turned around quickly and surveyed the empty street. A stray cat ran out of a nearby alley. Her heart rate slowed down at little.

"Stupid cat," she muttered.

However, someone was watching her. They stood in the shadows of a nearby alley smoking a cigarette. Like a predator in the wild, they too were stalking potential prey. The person threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and began to walk slowly up to her.

"Need some help?" he asked.

She turned around quickly and groaned loudly.

"No thank you. I'm alright," she slurred loudly.

He put his hands deep into his pockets.

"I think you do. You shouldn't be driving under your condition."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Go away or I'm calling the cops," she threatened.

As she began to open her car door, he slammed it shut. She looked up at him.

"Who do you think the fuck you are?" she screamed as she started to become sober.

He smirked as he pulled a knife from inside his jacket. Before she could even let out a scream. He covered her mouth. He took the knife and pressed it up against her neck and slowly dragged it down her body. Panic infused her brain. Escaping could mean death. He whispered lustful things in her and she felt the bile rush from her throat. It was now or never. She whispered a silent prayer and swung her fist with all her might into his groin. The knife fell down with a clatter as he crumpled to the ground. She took off running. She darted in and out of shadows not caring that one heel broke off. In a matter of minutes, she reached the edge of the woods. She went further into the forest praying that she would find someone to help her. Her dress was torn at the bottom from the tree branches snagging it. A branch snapped from behind her. Her blood ran cold as she slowly turned around. He had caught up to her.

"I found you, my pet."

She screamed and began to run, but he was faster. He grabbed her arm twisting it painfully. She clawed his face furiously. He slammed her to the ground and held her wrists in one hand. He chuckled darkly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his knife. She struggled underneath him crying and screaming as he repeatedly he stabbed her. Blood gurgled out her mouth and sprayed everywhere. Her body sagged from the blood lose. She laid there dead on the ground. Her eyes still open with the look of terror on her face.

-WooWoo316