Previously Rukamichi888. Revising this story with new chapters to come-Sorry for the wait. Re reading and revising this whole story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

Warning: Shoujo-ai

CHAPTER 1

Minor Adjustments

These dark summer nights tend to bring out the worst in this town. After scanning the streets for potential prey, I let out a big obnoxious yawn following another quick look around. I hear the soft clicking of heels coming around the corner and see a very thin sickly looking woman in a frumpy red dress walk by with her annoying little mutt. "I'd rather have the dog" I say after stifling another yawn. Seconds later I hear heavy foot steps, a guy with multicolored hair looks like he dumped three bottles of glue on his poorly done mohawk. He grazes by in clothes that smell like he's been wearing them for a week. "Why is he scratching so much?" Within a matter of seconds i'm completely turned off to my hunt and just settle for going home to my stash in the freezer.

Every night repeats itself.

"I can't stand this" saying out loud as I begin to move, silky raven locks flowing lightly behind me. I jumped back into the bustling streets, no longer interested in resting on my usual ledge ten stories above me. Turning a corner into the hub of midtown, I'm forced to shove my way through thick crowds of people that never seem to end, finally settling on a familiar side street. This street always leads me back here, blocks away it sits quietly from my everyday life. Everything that I know to be right…But it doesn't seem to want to stay that way. Every night for the last four nights, it's the same. This one little house occupied by this one little thing I can't bring myself to…

Four nights ago…

When I first came across this house, it was on an impulse that i had no control over. I was slightly uncomfortable from the heat besides the occasional relief from the breeze. But that summertime stagnant air was getting to me so I practically ripped off my short sleeve shirt in frustration, leaving only my tank top. Walking down this quiet street not really looking for anything, something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. A house. Just a regular, ordinary kind of house. It was a beige two story with light brown trim around the edges, and a black coupe sitting motionless in the driveway. Looking up I noticed the door to the balcony was cracked open, white sheer curtains were swaying in and out from the soft summer breeze. My body began to move of its own accord towards the house like a sirens song was calling me to my death in the deep seas. As I cross the street, I decided to be bold and take a look around. I climbed up and onto the balcony stopping immediately to crouch. Not sensing any kind of movement, slowly, I stand creeping towards the door and lightly push it open more to peer in. My eyes immediately catch a sleeping form on the bed not even three feet away from were I was standing. I release the gulp of breath that I apparently had been holding and take a quick look around the room. "Perfect" I come out of my cautious mode realizing that this person was the only one here beside myself. The room is dark but from what I could make out, you could tell that this room belonged to a girl. Curiosity piqued as my nose picks up on a vaguely familiar smell. It was spicy and sweet, like sugar cookies and cinnamon, I suppose it came from the unlit candles that set neatly on the dresser across from me. "Why does this smell so familiar?" I say to myself as I walk over and I quickly begin grazing through the various items, pausing briefly at a picture frame. Picking up the frame for a closer look, I see a girl. A very stunning girl by the way, who appears to be sitting next to another girl on a park bench in a hysterical fit of laughter. Long golden hair rests gently on her right shoulder, shaping a perfect body tinged with just the slightest hint of a tan. But what really shocked me were those electric blue orbs peering back, it was almost as though she were originally looking at me the entire time. And it hit me…

"Why did it have to be her?"

Realizing that I know this girl, I quickly set the frame back to its original place and turned towards her bed. Guilt ran through me like a river as I remembered what I had come here for. This was the same girl I see everyday in school. We share english class together and I always find my eyes burning through her slender body. I always have those moments like in the movies where just as soon as the guy looks, he'll see her turn towards him as though she could feel his lustful stare burning right through her. Then he would quickly look away and pretend to be doing something else. And they live happily ever after. Well that's not me, instead I would look away and the bell would ring for the next class and I'd be left sitting by myself with no happily ever after. There's just something different about this one. It's almost precious watching her sleep, like something so innocent. I don't want to mess that up. "But - I am hungry." the one side of my brain yells out to me. The glow of the moon shown through her bedroom window, gently caressing my face and I contemplated on whether or not leaving was an option. As I struggled with my confusion, I hear my stomach protest me doubting this snack. I begin to feel the sharp points of my teeth grow against my tongue as I fight my craving. This overwhelming blood lust causes my eyes to grow wide and a deep crimson red, making every second I wait excruciatingly painful and not just physically. Something catches my eye and I had do a double take-my hunger immediately vanished when I realized that she is completely naked. I could feel a slight blush creeping past my cheeks but I kneel beside her bed anyway to get a closer look of her perfect pink lips in a half smile. "Fuck I can't do this" and my thoughts start to roam, seeing her perfectly shaped body with only a thin sheet stopping me from reaching out and taking in the warmth of her flawlessly soft skin.

"I wonder what she's dreaming about..."

As I lean in closer to her delicate neck I catch a light scent of vanilla coming from her golden tresses. I lift my head back up and stop not even an inch away from those perfect lips pausing with the hope that she doesn't wake. Holding my breath I lightly press my lips to hers. To lips that were so soft, so warm and sweet-I had to restrain and force myself to pull away seconds later, I almost-almost-felt as though she were kissing me back. "Am I just imagining things?" I thought standing again, walking towards her double balcony doors from were I entered earlier. I turn around for one last look at this perfect beauty thinking that this can't turn out good...