TITLE: REBIRTH OF WARRIORS

RATING: T

NOTES: Anita Blake/Sailor Moon Crossover (and a risk, considering what the site has recently passed)

DISCLAIMER: If I opened Anita Blake, Incubus Dreams would not have been totally hard porn… but I don't own it. Nor do I own Sailor Moon so please leave the lawyers out of this. This is just some harmless, "toss some of this, and this, and this and toss but don't forget to serve with your favorite dressing (this case, fudge topping)."

SUMMARY: Betrayal runs deep and leaves an impression that goes beyond death and into the next life. From the streets of "Magic Girl Central" Japan to the deadly, yet seductive darkness of St. Louis, Missouri many things have changed. Obviously Queen Serenity's plans never factored in vampires, werewolves, and varying sociopaths.

PAIRINGS: Sailor Saturn/Edward, Anita/Richard (very minor, I can't write him very well), Jean-Claude/Artemis/Asher, Sailor Uranus/Nathaniel, Sailor Neptune?. These pairings are not in concrete, they are subject to change.

She had died so many times, but this one was oddly different. As her body was going dead, her mind was running a mile a minute. The black haired Sailor Scout of Death and Rebirth was actually dying in battle, she could feel it in her bones that this would be her final life as Sailor Saturn. The inner scouts, under the leader of the so-called Prince of Earth, had betrayed her princess in the worst possible way. She was gone, having already taken her final breath, as had Sailor Pluto and her parents—Sailor Neptune and Uranus.

Her arms had gone first, the re-opening of the cauterized gashes from Sailor Mars's arrows finally taken their toll, and her legs were quickly following, circulation having been cut off due to Sailor Venus's Love-Me Chain around her thighs. Her scout uniform was battle worn and barely covered her thin, frail body as her glaive was moments away from being broken due to the stress of the battle. "I ask you, oh powerful Goddess of the Moon, let me do this before I die." she whispered as crystal tears slide down her dirty cheeks, washing away some of the shame she felt and the five traitors laughed at her humiliation, at her showing of a weakness.

"Poor baby, the Moon can't help you now." Mars stated in a sickeningly sweet voice as she latched on to the arm of the tuxedo-clad man.

"Do you want to join your disgusting parents?" Venus sneered as she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and stood so that Saturn had a good look at her orange pumps. "Disgusting lesbians, they should have known better than to continue with their sick perversion."

"At least they were worth more than you." Saturn rasped out, her timid nature lost to the hatred that had taken over her heart. How dare these black-hearted children mock the love of her beloved Michiru-mama and Haruka-papa! Summoning up the last bit of her energy she brought her glaive up, only to let her arm fall as the group watched her. "DEATH RIBBON DESTRUCTION!" Saturn yelled, using her final moments of life to execute her last and best hope to annoy the traitors.

The reason why she was known, and always would be, the Mistress of Silence.

From space earth glowed purple as the world was killed, only the enemies called the Inner Planetary Scouts had escaped with a key to another universe of Earth. Only this time the reborn souls of Sailor Saturn, Pluto, Uranus, and Neptune followed in order to avenge the death of the Princess. They had a mission now, a mission that they would not know of until the time was upon them.

They were to reawaken the Princess of the Light and Hope and protect her, sparing no life if the situation called for it. Once she was safe, and well protected, than the future would be safe for everyone.

From the Abyss of Ages, where time does not pass, the ancient god named Chronos was watching as words appeared in the book before him. He had taken it upon himself to look over the Book of Ages since Queen Serenity's attempts to control time, which obviously failed, but now he had a renewed interest. As the souls of his four daughters and great-grand-daughter gained new names, new lives, and new memories to go with the old memories he felt that this would be the time in which he got involved. They had no guidance the first time, but this time would be different. He wouldn't let them be drawn in by the Silver Millennium delusions; he wanted them to think freely. But, who would he have to guide them?

The ancient god sat back and stroked his long, gray beard. No talking cats, the era of magical girls was gone. No normal human, the story would be highly unbelievable. As he ran through a list of possibilities, he finally stumbled across one. His assistant. "Space!" he bellowed through the study as a small woman, who resembled a five foot three inch, white mouse with black hair, ran in holding her black skirts in her hands. She looked rather flushed, and a bit annoyed, from her run as he smiled at her.

Space had a feeling of dread now as she looked over her employer.

"Yes your highness?" she asked politely and with a curtsy, showing her respect to his position as a god.

"My daughters and great-grand-daughter are to be reborn." Chronos stated in a matter-of-fact tone as she nodded at the information, wondering why he was telling her this. "Your job will be to prepare them for the fight against those blasted Inner Scouts, so please change the infernal outfits or else they'll be arrested for indecent exposure or something of the sort." He added with a sneer, muttering something like "pedophile's dream come true" and "no family of mine will be the stars of pornography films." She refused to comment on his mutterings.

"Anything else, Master Chronous?" she inquired as he rested his elbows on the desk before the books and steeple his fingers together, looking like a grandfatherly Montgomery Burns.

"No transformations, too magical girl and that would stand out too much in a world where superheroes of that sort only exist on paper." Chronos pointed out as she nodded. "Give them more powerful attacks with their old weapons, which you have permission to retrieve from my vast treasury." Space's eyes widened at that prospect of entering the treasury with permission this time.

"Is that all?" she asked, practically floating on cloud nine as the man grinned.

"For now." With that dismissal, she was sprinting from the room again as he laughed. "Ah, to be young and energetic again."

The true story starts in the here and now, specifically in St. Louis, Missouri where four women were reborn to rather different lives. They were to be normal for a small time before responding to the rather powerful call to arms. They would not be able to escape their past lives until this match between them and the Sailor Scouts ended with the death of one group, which had yet to happen.

In a medical center that helped lycan/weres, vampires, and humans a woman in her mid to late twenties was inspecting a werewolve's injuries by a silver bullet. Her hair was black hair was pulled up in a bun as calculating, blood red eyes intently catalogued the damage and the needed method to remove the pieces of the bullet and clean the wound. Her white lab coat went over her shapeless, dark blue scrubs and proudly displayed her I.D. card, which had been clipped to the lapel of her jacket.

Charon Meiou.

On a lighted stage, before thousands of people, sat a red haired young woman among a sea of blondes and brunettes. Her slender fingers expertly manipulated the strings of the old violin and drew her the envious glares of her fellow string players. Her sea green eyes were half closed as she let the music take her over. This was what made her one of the best violinist in the world, the fact that she would let the music consume her and control her.

Atlantis Poseidon.

At a raceway a race was being held to qualify for the state championships. As the checkered flag was raised to signal the last lap, and the crowd was on their feet screaming for their favored racers to win, a yellow stripped blue car led the pack. A black car came up, making the competition for first a bit more interesting, and the two started to dog for the top spot. The yellow car gained a bit more acceleration and pulled ahead of the black car as the checkered flag was brought down and the crowds went wild. Pulling into pit row and finally turning the car off, the driver slipped halfway out the window as the crew was cheering and ambushing the helmet and suit clad driver. The helmet was removed to show shoulder length, spiky hair that was the color of the sun and fell into her sapphire blue eyes, yet also highlighted his fair features.

In a hidden laboratory a young woman who looked barely eighteen, but in reality she was twenty-five, was intently looking over her detailed notes. Her violet eyes passed over line after line of hand written text in search for the mistake that had yet to present itself. Mentally, she was cataloguing everything and running over the entire process in hopes that everything would work out. She had shoulder length black hair that framed a pale face and added to her unintentional "Goth" look, going with the lab coat with a black T-shirt and ripped up blue jeans as well as black plastic bangles. Her oval glasses had slid down her nose to perch on the tip of her nose, which was typical for her.

Her eyes widened as she found the mistake, which had her lips curl into a smirk. Finally, progress.

Firefly Chronous.

They did not know it, yet, but their paths were about to cross.

It had been about six months since the Planet Killers became infamous. They had been killing young, blonde women in hopes of finally killing this young woman named "Serenity." At the moment, Mars was manicalling laughed at Anita Blake's attempt to kill her. "Mars Fire Surround!" she shouted, sounding rather corny to the forces that had gathered and armed themselves for the occasion, but her words were true as the fire leapt from her glove clad fingertips at the black hair woman and her police friends. They dodged, some barely missed being flambéed, as the short skirt, high heel wearing woman growled in annoyance. These fools were not supposed to dodge her attacks!

"Now, let's see if this works." a soft voice came from behind Anita as a water balloon sailed above her head and hit the glaring Sailor Scout, who then started to scream bloody murder as the liquid in the balloon seemed to be causing her to burn. Everyone watched as clothing was eaten away, the skin beneath was now blistering. Mars, as she continued to scream like banshee, immediately teleported from the scene. "Success!" the voice declared happily as Anita spun around to face a young woman in a lab coat.

"Who are you?" Dolph asked as many gathered around where Mars had been and others approached her. Dolph had came from behind the squad car, which he had been using as a shield from the dangerous attacks and in hopes that the car wouldn't explode on contact with the magical fire.

"Sorry, I am Dr. Firefly Chronous, I was testing out a chemical composition that I had just made." she stated with an embarrassed look. "It was supposed to neutralize magic or the such when brought in contact with the skin, I guess I missed something because I did not expected it to burn and blister upon contact."

"I don't care, at least that bitch left." Anita stated, more in relief then anything, as Firefly smiled.

"If you need anymore, just drop by Mugeun Labs and I can give you some. That is, if you don't mind the after effects." Firefly stated as she pulled a business card from her lab coat pocket and presented it to Anita. "The burn and blistering I'll have to work on, so for now it could be a last resort thing."

"That was a risk you took with infield testing." Dolph stated seriously as the doctor nodded in agreement.

Damn burns." Anita cursed looking at her arm, which had gotten grazed by one of the fireballs, as the good doctor extended a hand to her.

"Can I look at it, please?" she asked as the Vampire Hunter decided to give her a bit of trust, if she was lying Dolph and the others were there to back her up when they had to take her down. She watched every move the young woman made, from the movement of her purple eyes to the gentle, cool touch of her spidery fingers. "I can heal it, if you want." Firefly declared after a moment, which drew two blank stares.

"If you can." Anita said with a smirk, which was her attempt at suppressing a laugh, she didn't think this girl could heal her but indulged her anyways. The night had been long and all she wanted to do right now was get a shower and curl of with her penguin, Sigmund. Firefly held her right hand above the wound as a soft purple glow gathered around her hand, then moved down to cover the wound. Skin wove itself together seamlessly and as the blistering was now just dead skin. Anita was shocked when the doctor carefully removed the dead skin and let it drop to the ground, showing flawless skin and the usual scars.

"Amazing." An officer whispered as both Dolph and Anita inspected the wound closely for any signs of foul play.

"I will be going if that is all." Firefly stated suddenly, turning on her heel and leaving the scene as they stared after her retreating form.

"Muguen labs?" Dolph asked as Anita inspected the card still in her other hand.

AN: Yes, I still live. I am going to slowly go over this again and add on to it, so this will probably be a relatively short story.