Sailor Swordians

Chapter I

Blood Lust

Location: Juban District, Tokyo.

The night that had fallen over the gleaming metropolis was not that different from any other. It was warm, with a cool breeze blowing in from the bay. For the man that stood in the alley, it was a night like so many others. He was clad in a all black, including a black leather jacket that he kept zipped. Around his face he wore a black scarf. Tied to his back was the sheath of a sword. Clasped in his gloved hand was the sword itself. Its blade was blood red, its color enhanced by the glow it gave off as it drained the blood of its latest victim.

He gazed over the gutted remains of the prostitute he'd just slain. His crimson sword was awash in blood. A tear flowed down his eye, this woman had never done anything to him, yet this had to be done. The blade he carried was a monster, one of two dark swords. This blade had a name, All's End, but to others it was known as the Sword of the Apocalypse. To the man who stood there, this was his curse. He knew that if he attempted to get rid of this blade, All's End would go berserk. Yet if he kept it, he would have to keep killing just to stay alive.

At one time he'd been a Guardian Trainee, until he was set up for treason by he two closest friends. Slayer gazed to the heavens, no matter how hard he tired, he'd never forget nor forgive them. Above all he remembered that day. He remembered entering the forbidden area of the Royal Palace on the Moon, and touching this accursed blade. When the other Guardians arrested him, he tried to explain what had happened. But it was no use; he was banished from the Moon Kingdom. Only now, a millennia later he had returned.

Something in the alley way caught his eye; it was a jet black cat with a crescent moon on her forehead. For brief second the two locked eyes, before the cat raced off into the night.

"So," Slayer said to himself, "I guess its time." He pulled a small picture from his coat pocket; it was a small painting of the Guardians taken the day before he was framed. Nine of them were his best friends, but the two he'd gashed out.

"See you soon guys," Slayer said to himself.

Location: Tokyo Flee Market

Day had broken over the city like it had many times before. The black motorcycle screamed through the city. The driver acting like he was running from something. The events of the previous night were still fresh in Slayer's memory, it wasn't the first time he'd killed someone to satisfy All's End's almost endless hunger. That was all in the past, he knew it wouldn't be the last time he killed someone to satisfy this cursed sword.

He had removed the scarf that covered his lower jaw, and now covered his head in a black BMX style helmet. All's End was resting quietly in the sheath on the side of his bike. Out of the corner of his visor he saw something that he hadn't seen in more then a thousand years. It was a rune covered broadsword, being loaded onto a truck.

Slayer made his way through the flee market, till he came to a vender, with a wide variety of swords displayed. Slayer slowly approached the booth.

"Can I help you sir?" the vendor asked

"I'm looking for a certain kind of sword," Slayer replied.

"Well you've come to the right place," the vendor continued, "We've got plenty of swords. Here, this Katana has been said to have been used Yamada Koreyuki during the Hogen Incident."

"How about that European Broadsword?" Slayer asked.

"Which one?" The vendor inquired

"The one I saw being loaded onto that truck," Slayer replied

"The Damakas?" The vender asked

"Is that for sale?" Slayer inquired

"It's sold," The vender replied, "to the Tsukino Family I believe."

"Thank you," Slayer replied, as he walked off. As he climbed back onto his motorcycle, he thought back to his days as a Guardian Trainee and to his trial for treason. The way he'd been framed was exquisite, but of all the Guardians Damakas had been one of the few to believe he was innocent.

His exile had guarantied that he missed the war with the Negaverse, but during his travels he heard the rumors that the Silver Millennium was no more, he'd also heard that the Guardians had grafted their souls to their swords.

"So the rumor is true," Slayer replied, "guess it's time I pay a visit to an old friend."

Location: Tsukino Resident, Tokyo Japan

The girl slowly stirred, her bed clothes slowly falling off the bed. Serena Tsukino was a typical teenage girl, young and beautiful, though was often times a clumsy, forgetful crybaby who burst into tears the moment someone insulted her. She had blonde hair that was done up in a hair style that resembled a pair of meatballs.

Serena turned to face her alarm clock, only to find that it was five minutes to 7:00 AM. Serena shot up in her bed like a rocket, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"OH NO I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN," Serena shouted, as she stumbled over her feet trying to get her clothes on. Serena then raced down the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her.

"Mother," Serena shouted, her mother Ikuko Tsukino was busy preparing breakfast and was paying little attention to Serena, "why didn't you wake me up in time for the first bell?"

"I did Serena," Ikuko replied, "seven times." Serena was just about to rush out the door when her mother stopped her.

"Serna," Ikuko said, "aren't you forgetting something?" She held up a bright pink lunch box embroidered with rabbits.

"Oh yeah," Serena replied, as she raced in to grab her lunchbox, "bye mom see you tonight." Serena raced out the door as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran so fast, she didn't notice the delivery man, as she ran into him.

"Watch where you're going," the delivery man shouted.

"Sorry," Serena replied, before dashing off, "I'm really late."

Slayer had followed the truck from the flea market, but his attention was suddenly caught when Serena raced out from behind the truck.

"It can't be," Slayer said to himself. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest; he could feel his canine teeth lengthening. He knew full well what this was; he'd just gone through it the previous night. Blood-Lust, the curse of All's End.

"No," Slayer said to himself, "not now." He could feel All's End's voice echoing into his head. One word stood out above all else, "BLOOD." Slayer struggled to control his thirst, even as his eyes began to glow blood red. It took him a while but he was finally able to suppress his blood-lust. He shifted his motorcycle into gear and headed in the same direction as Serena's school.

"Princess," All's End said, "Kill."

"Shut up," Slayer snarled. Though he'd suppressed his blood lust, he could feel All's End growing hungrier by the minute. Perched on a ledge across the street from Serena's house was a sleek black cat.

"Him I sense something about that man," the cat said to herself, as she jumped down and followed him.

Location: Negaverse, same day

The Negaverse was everything the old Moon Kingdom wasn't. Divided into two kingdoms, the Dark Kingdom of Queen Beryl and the far more powerful Demonic Empire, controlled with an iron fist by Queen Larxene, the self proclaimed Empress of Evil. As long as she could remember Beryl couldn't stand the sight of Larxene. While her Dark Kingdom remained trapped within the Negaverse, Larxene could traverse between the Negaverse and the Universe at will, and had extended her Empire's iron grip into the Universe. Rumors were flooding across the Negaverse that Larxene's armies were preparing for an invasion of Earth. No Beryl wouldn't allow a self proclaimed Empress of Evil who didn't even know the true nature of the Nega-Force to claim the planet that was rightfully hers.

"The oracle says its time to attack the other dimension," Beryl said, her minions replied in tandem "yes."

"Present yourself Jedite," Beryl ordered. A young man with bright blonde hair, and dressed in a purple uniform stepped forward. Ever since her Supreme General, a cold silent black knight known as Mordath defected to the Demonic Empire, Jedite has served as commander in chief of Beryl's army.

"I am here my Queen," Jedite said, "all is going according to plan."

"Oh please," a female voice said from behind, the Monsters parted like the red sea revealing a young woman with bright blonde hair that was done up in a pony tail. Her left eye burned like a raging inferno, while her right eye was cold as the coldest ice. Her uniform was far different; it was jet black, with plates of armor worn over the top, all of which helped show off her curves nicely. At her side was a razor sharp katana, and her gauntlets were specially designed to discharge daggers. Of all the Generals in the Negaverse, Lumenite was by far the most dangerous, if not the most terrifying. Her reputation as a cold merciless killer was well deserved, she showed her opponents no mercy even if they were unarmed, earning her the well deserved nickname, Nightmare of the Negaverse. In the twenty years since she challenged Queen Beryl for the throne, her skills had improved to the point where even Queen Beryl was terrified of her.

"This is the same big talk you showed a thousand years ago brother," Lumenite said, "and you remember what happened then." Jedite didn't need to be reminded of his little sister saving his hide.

"I don't need your help this time sister," Jedite replied, "I've already dispatched my servant Morga to handle things," he turned back to face Queen Beryl, "fear not my queen all will be accomplished."

"Very Good," Beryl replied, "you may proceed."

Location: Just Outside of the Palace

Of all the Generals of the Negaverse, Lumenite was the only one to have a bodyguard. He was a tall man wrapped in a black hood and cloak. His face was covered by a featureless chrome mask. He was known only as The Alchemist, but other then Lumenite no one in the Negaverse knew who or what he was capable of.

"You're late Mistress," Alchemist said, as Lumenite made her way down the corridor,

"Her Majesty demands you make contact with her." Lumenite didn't reply as she made her way down the corridor.

"Well, well," a familiar voice said from behind her, "running away from a battle as usual?"

"Back off Zoycite," Lumenite snarled, her hand reaching for her sword.

"The famous Nightmare of the Negaverse, scared to get her hands dirty?" Zoycite said, emerging from a storm of flower petals. With the exception of Lumenite Zoycite was the only female member of Queen Beryl's generals. Her hair was fiery red and her eyes were bright green. Her uniform was similar to that of Jedite, dark purple with her pants shoved into her boots. Ever since her defection to the Negaverse 1000 years ago, Lumenite had hated Zoycite's guts.

"You want to find out why they call me that Zoycite," Lumenite replied, "just keep it up."

"Really," Zoycite replied, "you mean you'll fight me yourself Lumenite, and not have your pet freak in the mask fight for you?" Zoycite couldn't help but laugh. The next thing Zoycite felt was a knife tearing into her left hand. Zoycite gazed at the blade in her hand, it had begun to glow bright red, making her feel as though her hand was about to burst into flames.

"Next time wait until I say attack," Lumenite snarled, eyeing Alchemist with a gaze that could freeze beer.

"Forgive me Mistress," Alchemist replied, "I felt a demonstration of my power was in order."

"I'll get you for this," Zoycite shouted, as she faded away. Lumenite couldn't help but laugh.

"My Lady," Alchemist said, pulling a bright green crystal from his cloak, "Queen Lerxene requests that we make contact." Alchemist handed the crystal to Lumenite.

"What have you to report?" a cold voice said

"It's just as you suspected my Queen," Lumenite said, "Beryl is getting ready to launch her invasion of Earth."

"This is indeed unfortunate," the voice replied, "but not fatal. We must accelerate our plans. For now I want you two to keep an eye on Beryl, and do what you can to slow her invasion." Lumenite froze; slowing Beryl's invasion meant one thing, sabotage. As much as she hated Beryl Lumenite knew that her brother would suffer the consequences. However, Lumenite also knew that her fate would be far worse should she disobey Queen Lerxene's direct order.

"As you wish my Queen," Lumenite replied.

Location: Jubann Junior High School

The school day had just ended, and Serena had been asked to stay after school, again. For Serena staying after school was something that was part of her daily routine, usually it was because of her habit of always being late for school, or sleeping in class. This time though she'd been asked to stay behind because of the results on her last math test.

"Hay you guys see the new Sailor V. Video Game?" Serena asked. Before her friends could reply they were interrupted by the sound of Mrs. Haruna entering.

"SERENA," Mrs. Haruna shouted, the only time Mrs. Haruna ever used that kind of tone was when Serena had done something seriously wrong, "YOU NEED MORE STUDYING AND LESS TV. THERE ISN'T ANY EXCUSE FOR FAILING THIS EXAM!" She then pulled out a piece of paper, it was Serena's Algebra exam, and marked in bright red ink in the top corner was the number 23.

"I failed," Serena said, barley able to explain it, "how can that be?"

"Have your mother sign this and return it to me," Mrs. Haruna replied, handing the exam to Serena.

Slayer had been waiting outside the school for the past few hours waiting for Serena to emerge. Ever since he'd left the Tsukino residence, Slayer was struggling to suppress his Blood-Lust. But now it was at the point where he couldn't hold the beast in any longer. All's End was glowing blood red as its hunger grew stronger by the moment at long last Slayer just snapped.

Grabbing All's End Slayer made his way into a near by alley. It was there that he found his victim. It was a young woman, draining the energy from a homeless man.

"Well, well," Slayer snarled, baring his glistening white fangs. The woman shot a cold gaze at the dark figure. She wasn't at all like most humans, her skin was almost like mud, her eyes were as black as night, and her clothes were tattered.

"YOU'RE ENERGY IS MINE," The Negaverse Monster snarled, as she lunged at Slayer. Slayer leapt over her head, and landed on the opposite side.

"The best part about being cursed with a combination of Vampirism and Lycanthropy," a set of razor sharp claws burst from his black gloves, "you have the powers of both a Vampire and a Werewolf and none of their weaknesses." The monster once again attacked Slayer, her hands glowing bright blue. This time Slayer ducked and brought his claws up, slicing the Nega-Monster's hands off. Dazed, the monster staggered back, the next thing she felt was two fangs tearing into her neck.

With all his might, the blood crazed swordsman tore the Nega-Monster's neck out. Blood shot forth from the wound, spilling all over.

Slayer grinned as he drew All's End, and with one swing cleaved the Nega Monster in half. It was only when the blood touched All's End's blade that it finally returned to normal. Slowly Slayer returned to himself.

"So," he said, looking over the remains of the Nega-Monster, "Beryl has returned." His exile had garneted that he'd missed the first Negaverse invasion, and was thus spared his comrades fate. This time though things would be different.