This Sailor Moon story is set in an alternate universe with some of my own original characters. Sailor Moon and the cast belong to the magnificent Naoko Takeuchi.
This AU story centers on the supernatural with vampires, witches, and werewolves. It takes place in Rio de Janiero, Brazil where Serena is excited to be studying abroad for the next two quarters. The university named is a real university but the curriculum, classes, etc are all just for story purposes. Nothing said about the university reflects the real standing one.
Rated: M
D/S
Feedback appreciated!
Serenity Whelan:
I can't believe this is actually happening! I almost squealed to myself as I placed my carry-on bag in the overhead compartment.
My mother had been against the idea of me going off to study in another country but my first semester at Melvaine University just didn't click well with me. The hope is that studying abroad in Rio will give me the adventure I've been craving.
It's not that I didn't like college, I did; studying the great works and historical findings from the ancient world got me more excited than eating a deep-fried hotdog with chocolate at the All-ee-Days Fair. The problem was that I was too adventurous for my own good. My body craved it and many sleepless nights were contributing to this opportunity.
Who knows? Maybe I'll transfer here to finish out my undergrad.
The last plane ride was short, only thirty minutes or so. All was well until I felt a strong kick in the back of my seat as the pilot flipped on the seatbelt sign. I turned around quickly to see an eight-year-old boy grinning innocently. I nodded slightly as I turned back into my seat.
There was another kick. This time I whipped my head around and sternly said, "Knock it off, will ya?" The kid started to whine and his mother began to coddle him.
"Mind your manners, Miss."
"Tell your son that," I muttered. As the mother patted his head softly I saw him smile up at me again, why you little…
"Flight attendants, please prepare for landing," the pilot said over the intercom. I fastened the seatbelt and grabbed my scarf from the empty seat next to me.
The plane landed and everyone began grabbing their items to head for the terminal. I tried to ignore the little boy who kept pestering me. He made noises, pulled on my scarf and kept touching the tags on my bag.
When I reached the main area of the airport I sat my bag down and turned on my phone. I needed to look up the address of my apartment before hailing a cab. Suddenly I felt something brush up against me. Without a moment missed, I turned around to scold the little child.
"Now listen here you little—," I was staring at the hands of a man who had just been walking by.
"My apologies, Miss."
My face turned beet red and I covered my mouth in embarrassment as I stood up straight, "No, I am so so sorry. You see, there was someone here before," I looked quickly to my left and my right without the mother or child in sight. My eyes fixed on the man again. His hair was a little shaggy but styled with the dark black tips framing his eyes and ears. I noticed that his eyes were a bright hazel color with flecks of red.
How is that possible? I squinted my eyes to determine if that was really the color I was seeing when I noticed the pupil grow larger. "Are you alright?"
The mystery man coolly brushed off the concern and placed on a black pair of sunglasses with dark lenses. "I am. And are you?" He knelt down to pick up my scarf which I had dropped and looked up to me. His hand came in contact with mine and it felt cool. The sensation sent a surge through my spine causing me to shy my gaze from him for a moment.
"I—I am…" I trailed off, grinning. He smirked and looked towards the entrance of the airport.
"Well, I hope you have a fantastic rest of the day, Miss ….?"
"Whelan. Serena Whelan." The man seemed to stand firm and I could have sworn I saw his eyes glow beneath the dark frames.
"Darien Rothschild," he reached out his hand. After looking at it for a moment I realized he was requesting for my own hand. I placed it in his palm which he then brought up to his lips. The cool kiss caused a similar feeling to the sensation from before. "I do hope we meet again, Miss Whelan." I bobbed my head as he picked up his bag and headed for the exit.
I couldn't move for the longest time. My legs seemed stilled without cause as I thought about the man I had just met. Darien Rothschild. His attire was mostly dark, with black and some red trimmings. Darien towered over me by at least a foot and his facial features seemed chiseled and clean cut.
I need to find a man like that before departing this country.
Darien Rothschild:
"Whelan?" I threw open the front doors of the manor and then the library before Andrew could reach for them. "How could such a divine beauty be a descendant of the lycanthrope?" My bags found their way on the sofa in my study as I sat by the window with the sunlight beaming in.
"Darien, are you alright?"
"Why does everyone keep asking that!" I hollered as I saw Andrew stunned by my response. "I need a drink, Andrew." He nodded quickly and went to the cupboard.
I covered my eyes with my left hand as I awaited the glass to be nestled in my other. Her hair, those eyes, how can it be?
"How was the trip?"
Andrew sat on the sofa with his own drink. "I couldn't find it." Andrew scoffed. "Maybe it doesn't even exist, Drew."
"It has to. My brother himself saw the signs." Andrew grew quiet at his own mention of Thomas.
"I know."
Andrew walked over to the window and gently wrapped his free arm around me, whispering into my ear, "Now, there was a girl?" I grinned devilishly and turned to face him.
"The most beautiful; her hair shown a bright white shade and her skin, oh Andrew, her skin…"
"Natural?"
"A natural olive tone," Andrew pumped his fist, "We don't get much of that here."
"No we don't." He threw back the last of his drink, "I had another one with a spray-on last night." He stuck out his tongue. It was a price to be paid with tourists wanting to be tanned before their beach vacation.
I chuckled for a moment before my thoughts resurfaced, "Andrew, she's a Whelan."
"No…" He shook his head gently.
"She is."
"Perhaps she's married in?"
"No ring, besides, she was too young for that."
Andrew grinned again, his teeth barring, "Do you think she's aware of her heritage?" I shook my head, "Hmm, never had wolf kebabs. Always wanted to try them."
"She is off-limits, Drew. "He pretended to whimper. "I don't want you getting hurt." And besides, the girl had held my intrigue. Ever since I saw her get on my final flight home, she had enthralled my attention and I was eager to see the beauty once again.
I looked down at the torn tag in my hand: Universidade do Estado de Rio de Janiero, Serenity Whelan.
I hope to meet you again, Miss Whelan.
