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A young girl of sixteen years of age cowered in the pitched-black corner of the dark room, a shiver going up her spine. He was watching, watching her every move with a dark gleam in his wild eyes. He was grinning, grinning at her with his lips slightly opened, which revealed shiny white teeth. Oh yes, he was preying on her like a hunter ready to pounce upon a beyond helpless bunny. She quivered in fear as he approached her silently. He was the one she saw in the portrait...

"We meet again, Serenity." Although his voice was as smooth as the waves of the ocean, it did nothing to soothe her.

She was frozen in place, incapable of doing anything. Her voice was stuck within her throat. Her eyes were glued to his tall, shadowy figure. Her hands felt hot and sweaty, filled with absolute terror.

"Oh yes, we meet again," he said again in a mere whisper. He was so close that she could feel his cool breath on her flushed cheeks. One of his fingers curled its way around a few strands of her golden hair, twirling the pieces around and around. He brought her hair to his face, sniffing her strawberry-scented strands. "Mmm…" he murmured hungrily, which only sent her into another rush of panic.

Her heart began to race at a hundred miles per hour and her mouth went drier than a scorching desert.

-Flashback-

Usagi was more than excited to visit the Palace of Terre, the most beautiful palace in the entire world. However, she was in for a quite unexpected adventure. She would be going to an ominous place of anger and sorrow.

She followed the tour guide with a bounce to her step, her cerulean eyes darting back and forth, trying to memorize the beautiful architecture and artwork.

The tour guide spoke, "Here is the portrait of the Prince of Terre. He was a strong warrior and was about to take the throne, but one day he disappeared. It was rumored that he committed suicide because his lover refused to return his affections. However, not even to this day can we find his remains."

She let out a gasp of awe as her gaze landed on a painting of a handsome young man. He was unexplainably attracting. Maybe it was his blue eyes that were as dark as the night sky. Or maybe it was his disheveled jet black hair. Whatever it was, she was drawn to the portrait. He felt so real…

A whisper brought her out of her trance and she realized that she was all alone. The tour guide left her behind! She huffed and began to explore the palace. Meandering through hallways and climbing up many stairs, she found herself in a bedroom.

As soon as she entered the unlit room, the door slammed locked behind her. She jumped at the boisterous sound.

"Who's there?" She began backing up to the corner of the dark room. Her eyes adjusted to the blackness and she spotted an opaque figure perched on the bed. She rubbed her eyes, the body becoming more visible and solid.

And that was when she began to feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

-End of flashback-

"I won't let you escape this time, my love." He cupped her cheek with an icy hand, dipping his head dangerously close to hers. His rough lips nearly touched hers.

When his lips were about to press against her lips, panic alarms went off within her body. She let out a shrilly squeal and turned her head away.

"Damn it! You will not refuse me," he bellowed angrily. His hand gripped her chin firmly and forced her to look at him. "You belong to me."

"HELP!" she screamed and squirmed to get her head out of his grasp. She screamed and screamed as if she was trying to wake up the dead.

"No one can hear you, princess." He chuckled maliciously, pressing his body on her curled body. "Just give in."

Her yelps were futile. No one could hear her within such a huge palace. "Please…" she begged with a choked sob.

"Serenity, do not be afraid." He tried his best to give her a warm smile, which turned out to be a grimace. But he was laughing mentally. She had every right to be afraid. She was supposed to be afraid. If she knew his dark thoughts, she would be fainting. He would have her every moment possible…

"I am not Serenity!" she suddenly burst out, taking him by surprise. Her abrupt act of bravery shook him out of his reverie.

"Of course you are Serenity!" he snapped. "You have to be. You are her! You have her hair, her eyes, her face!" He stood and pulled her up forcefully. He lifted her small body and threw her on his bed like a doll. "Look!" he commanded thunderously, a finger pointing at the wall opposite of his bed.

Her eyes widened as they landed on the portrait on the wall. It looked exactly like her except there was a crescent moon on the girl's forehead in the picture. "But it can't be… My name is Usagi Tsukino!"

"Oh is it?" A laugh erupted from him. "It is fitting though… but not good enough to hide you, my Serenity. Do you think bunny of the moon would actually not give away who you truly are?" His amusement was gone as quickly as it came and was replaced by rage.

"What?"

"Don't play games with me! I am already impatient as it is."

"I'm not! Let me go!" She sat up on the bed, about to get off and run toward the door.

She cried out in horror as he jumped on top of her. She was surprised as her fists flew right through his body. What was he? She blanched.

"Stop lying." He grabbed her flying fists, pinning them above her head. "You led me to my destruction… to shambles. Don't you remember, darling?"

"Wh-what are you?"

"A ghost, an apparition." A dangerous smirk flashed across his face. "You made me this as my punishment for obsessing over you, but it seems as if all your powers are gone. Now I can have you forever."

"Wh-who are y-you?"

"Endymion. Prince Endymion of Terre if you have forgotten." He then leaned forward, claiming her lips.

A/N: Hello there readers! Thanks for reading! :)