Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter and special thanks to those who reviewed. They are always nice to receive. How ever I must apologize for my obvious mistakes in the chapter, I did proof read three times but obviously I need to work on that too. Well this is the second chapter which I hope you will enjoy. As always I don't own Sailor Moon and/or its characters, but one day when I own the world I shall also own them all. kisses, thanks again Mew Mews.

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His breath was warm against Serena's neck. Despite the situation of being held captive by an unknown stranger, being covered in blood from some other-worldly creature and frightened out of her senses; a flush of embarrassment started to creep onto her starkly white cheeks. This man was too close and holding places rather close to other off limit ones. "I'm going to let you go now and trust you know what's best for you when I say silence", his voice a hushed anger against her ear. Goose bumps sprouted across her body but she nodded co-operatively. The man let her go slowly, his arm sliding almost reluctantly across and away from her body, leaving a trail of tingles from where it had been, while his other released his seel from over her mouth. Serena stood for a moment gasping for air before turning to face her saviour cautiously; her vision still blurred. Her cobalt blue eyes widening in horror as she screamed once again. The man spun around quickly just as large, clawed hands crashed down upon the figure; pinning him to the ground with a winded gasp. His sword whirling off to the side where its silvery blue glint seemed to dull as it was separated from its master.

Serena staggered back, her vision was clearing now but she still couldn't determine any feature of the pinned man or the suddenly alive-again monster which pushed against the man who in turn cried out roughly in pain. The beast was crushing him and all Serena could do was watch. 'What do I do?! What do I freaking do?!' she repeated over and over in her mind as the creature gave another push against the poor fellow beneath him. His yelp of pain startled Serena into action. She knelt down and picked up a hefty rock, her fist barely able to fit around its mass, with a giant effort she threw the rock at the creature hitting it in the head. Serena had no idea what she thought it might do as it seemed unaware of anything but trying to crush the poor man underneath its self but when it dimly looked up and fixed Serena with its ruby luminescent eyes, she found that it had done the trick after all. "Shit", the croaky curse slipping from her mouth.

Stumbling back as the beast reared up and started toward her, it was all Serena could do to keep herself from fainting. It gnashed its fangs against each other wildly as it lumbered toward the small shrinking blonde before knocking her to the ground and trapping her down by her arms with its shear weight. Serena cried out as it crushed against her, grabbing her arms and shaking her against the ground. Her clothes and skin were tearing under the violent treatment as was her consciousness fading at the beating. She wasn't going to last, she was going to die; this beast was going to murder her! The creature lent down on Serena, its weight pushing down on her like a palette of bricks eliciting a scream of agony from the traumatised girl; mouth opening and fangs bared to rip Serena's pretty little face off.

A spurt of blood whipped across Serena's face like a sea spray from a wave as she stared at the protruding silvery blue blade from the creature's open mouth a few inches from her forehead. It was the absolute final straw for Serena, she couldn't hold out any longer, no fibre of courage or strength left in her body as the darkness drew her down into its depths of blackness like the sea swallowing an exhausted victim. She hadn't cared what happened to her after that as her last thoughts were of her brother. The convulsing demon was kicked to the side of the blood splattered angel where it shuddered for a moment before falling still into death; the flashing sword long before removed from the back of its head. It had been a close call then and silent curses were shouted inside the man's head as he lent down next to Serena. Her lavender tank top grimy with blood and dirt was torn almost from her body as it exposed her generous but not large breasts cupped in a light pink bra; her denim skirt shredded revealing the same coloured underwear. The man frowned at her for a moment, what had the beast been really after? Her blonde hair tousled from battle, one of the unique buns of her hairstyle had come loose and let her silvery flaxen hair fan out about her head in arcs and littered with park debris. Cuts and abrasions covered her body as did thick band like bruises around her upper arms. The bluish, purple colour like a stain against the forever flawless, creamy, white of her skin. He had to admit, they knew how to breed them, those 'Darklings'.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" that was Sammy, Serena thought as she sat up from under her covers. She was 7 now but still a little scared of the dark as she looked around her slightly lit room from the open crack in her door, the light from the small apartment living room streamed in and fell across her rainbow striped quilt cover. She had been woken by the sound of smashing glass before her brother had shouted, confused and even slightly afraid, Serena threw off her thick blanket and got to her feet before silently slipping to the crack of the door that allowed her to spy on the scene before her. She squinted against the bright light that assaulted her vision before her large innocent eyes adjusted to the seen of her brother bending down a few metres away; sweeping what looked like a wine glass into a dust pan. The crimson liquid was seeping through the carpet like a splash of blood, the colour stark and vibrant against the plush crème of the carpeting. Serena watched Sammy as he stopped sweeping, and still bent down, put his head in his hands and sighed. Serena wanted to dash out to the living room and hug her brother tightly. He was her rock, her knight in shining armour…her world. To think he was angry or upset pained Serena greatly, and just as she had decided to fling the door wide and run into her brother's arms, two black feet stood in front of Sammy before a large black figure swooped down to his level.

Long black hair obscured her sight from his face, but she knew him to be a man and to be someone she had never in her life seen. He was wearing a long, black velvet coat that, though she could not tell from his crouching position, seemed to hug his form rather well only to leave a flaring skirt just above his hips. The tail of this coat fanned about the blood like wine stain on the floor and Serena couldn't help think it a shame for him to ruin something so elegant. However, the thoughts soon vanished as the stranger gripped Sammy by the arms and pulled her blonde brother into his arms, where he embraced him lovingly. Pale hand, almost white from the light, slipped into Sammy's shoulder length blond locks, Sammy in turn shrunk in his embrace and gripped at the coat the stranger was wearing. "I didn't come here to do battle with you Sam, I came because-", the stranger's voice deep and slightly harsh, was cut off.

"I know why you are here and you needn't have come", Sammy was angry, though Serena could sense her brother was hurt. "Her future is not up for discussion. Not with you, your council or theirs", his head tilting up to the ceiling as if to say that's what he was talking about. Serena had no idea what was going on, Sammy was in turmoil while some strange man encircled him rather fondly; what was going on? The man stood Sammy and himself up and Serena's eyes followed the rippling of the supple fabric of his coat that threatened to drag on the floor. Being young, her attention was easily swayed.

"If you think this decision is the right one, then you are sorely mistaken. Should she grow up not knowing the truth, how do you expect her to know how to defend herself?" the stranger was annoyed by Sammy's words and stood stiff and quite a bit taller than her brother.

"I'll protect her!" Sammy shouted.

"Don't be stupid, Sam!" the man had also shouted at a reddening Sammy.

"Don't call me stupid!" Sammy spat and pushed himself from the stranger. The dark figure growled menacingly at Sammy but stood where he was.

"What do you expect me to say?! I find your sense of reasoning to be lacking at the moment", the black haired man had been speaking now all the while with his back slightly turned to the door. Serena was quite scared but also annoyed that she could not see this stranger's face, this angry individual who seemed harsh most of the time, even when holding her brother in such a way as lover's do. The figure took a step toward Serena's fuming brother and sighed. "Let her take the throne Sam. Let her rule. It is her birth right and her duty-", he was pleading with her brother now it seemed.

"Her duty? Her duty?! She is 7 fucking years old, Endy'! 7! You know of the possibilities that could befall her. The danger, the pain. Am I, her brother, the man who swore to protect her from every danger, suddenly to abandon her some where, where there is too much risk to her life?!", Sammy seemed wild, his cheeks red and his eyes shining with tears after a prospect in his head seemed too painful.

"I never said for you to abandon her", the man growled and threatened Sammy with a long slender finger.

"It is as good as!" Sammy screamed. Tears started to prickle Serena's eyes now; this was getting way out of hand. Never had she seen Sammy so angry, so upset that he would actually cry. This man, who Sammy had called Endy, was frightening her a great deal. He seemed angry all the time, he was unpredictable and sharp. "I will not place her in danger! I will not place her on your precious throne! Now get out!", Sammy finally bellowed at the man named 'Endy'. His hair covered his features from view but Serena could tell he was on borderline rage as his clenched fists shook violently at his side.

"The others will not be so accommodating of your decision", he breathed and Sammy looked up at him with fear. "You wish to keep her from danger, but by being pigheaded and selfish you are placing her in even more peril, Sam. Think about that because you do not have much time left", were his last words as he departed toward the balcony. He walked out of view leaving a rather forlorn Sammy behind. Serena was confused, if he was leaving why not move off to the door in the opposite direction. Sammy suddenly turned around, his mouth open to say something else but his words were lost in a tremendous gust of wind that had his hair whipping about his face wildly. Black features glided on the remaining breeze where they floated past Sammy's tear stained face; one coming to rest upon his shoulder. Serena was breathing hard as she searched from her little crack in the door for the man who had just disappeared out of no where. What had gone on here? Who had they been talking about and who was going to be mad at that person taking a 'throne'? She gasped as she looked into the deep blue eyes that she knew to be her startled brother's.

"Serena?"

A small strip of light lay against one closed eye lid, Serena had been awake but lay on a soft surface contemplating whether she was really awake or whether she was dead. 'Some how I don't think you actually 'think' when you're dead', her mind scoffed at her. She felt her features turn into a grimace of shame and realisation before opening her eyes, flinching to the side as the band of light attacked her already fragile sight. Blinking a few times to rid the haziness of sleep, Serena stared up at the ceiling; little stickers littered the yellowing plaster. Clouds, fairies, puppies and kittens splashed about in childish abandon. Serena's eyes darted over the large peeling sticker of a unicorn before her eyes widened and she gasped. "Home", she breathed before sitting up quickly. A small scream of pain slipped past her dry lips and she looked down at herself. Covered in scratches and cuts long since dried and scrapes covered her entire being, her arms ached with bruised pain as the bands around her upper arms surprised her with their intense colour. Fragments of memories flashed through her sore head as she studied herself carefully, the fear and disbelief pounding about her body as her heart thumped. However, Serena did realise with some annoyance and embarrassment that she lay clad only in her under garments; this was only an after thought of everything else she was thinking and feeling.

Serena looked up after a moment of careful study of her body, what little light illuminated the room from the window that was covered by long, pale pink Venetian blinds, was a sight very familiar to her indeed; one thing she never thought she would be able to see again. She lay on a large plyboard bed, the pink, flower embroidered bed spread lay crinkled and musty beneath her almost bare body. Turning to the side she saw her dust covered bed side table, the lamp of a rearing unicorn with a grimy pink shade above its head. Soiled, and what seemed like blood soaked and shredded, rags lay beside the lamp in a pile and it was with further inspection that Serena found they were her clothes. Her head was pounding quite violently now with every beat her heart took, which was quite fast. A thick layer of dust in the air seemed to mask Serena's vision slightly but she needn't have full sight, in fact she needn't have sight at all to know this was her room. To know her dresser was opposite her bed, ivory white usually but now a murky grey. The mirror was cracked and she stared at her sorry looking self, the extent of her injuries lost in the dullness. Her desk lay off to her right where is sat underneath the 'ceiling to floor, wall to wall' window. Strewn across its filthy surface was the last of her homework from high school, an empty glass and a teen magazine carelessly placed on the side, teetering on the edge. This was Serena's room. The room in the apartment she had lived in with her brother since she could remember. Her life.

Serena threw her long, battered legs over the side of the bed. It creaked and moaned from disuse as she gingerly rose from it to stand. The crème carpet beneath her feet was still plush and cosy to the touch, only now it was dull and tattered in some places where she assumed mice had nibbled at it unperturbed and maybe somewhat bored. Serena's calm, but inwardly excited reminiscence however was shocked from her mind as she studied large shoe prints upon the carpet, leading in from the peeling door next to her bedside table. They entered through the now slightly open door where they curved, barely missing the bedside table before coming to a halt at her bed. Serena knew for absolute certainty that those prints did not belong to her, which meant someone else had been here and she was sure they still were. Serena's heart pounded against her chest, grasping at her dilapidated clothing with out taking her cautious eyes from the door in case the owner of the shoe prints was to suddenly come waltzing in. She dressed quickly, though it wasn't hard to when your clothing was reduced to nothing but a dirty top that covered almost nothing and a denim loincloth. Finally, Serena walked to the door and placed her hand on the faded gold door handle but she stopped. A flash of glass and blood suddenly filled her mind. "Careful Sere', 'that' is still here too" Serena breathed before steeling herself against the sight she was going to see.

The lounge room was large for an apartment, though Sammy and Serena had inherited a large sum of money from their parents who had passed away when she was a baby. A large, white leather sofa lay in front of her with the well-known red jarrah side table sitting beside it before a twin sofa lay directly vertical along the other side of it. That table had elicited much pain and rushed anger in its day, in fact Serena was sure she had a small scar along her leg from a time when she had been late to school and bumped into it carelessly. Yet, after every time some one had walked into it, courageously throwing themselves away from it to avoid oblivious collision, it was never moved and the reason was blatantly obvious. Upon the vicious table sat a rather large lamp quite like the one in Serena's room, though this lamp was three times the size and of a Pegasus half rearing, with front legs bent and wings spread wide in crystallised glory. A crystal chandelier stood above the horse figure, its crystal beads held together with gold rings and claspings. This was by far a favourite feature of the room, not to mention a small conversation starter when visitors came calling; which was rarely. Serena looked sadly upon the lounge room, she had actually half expected Sammy to be sitting on the vertical couch reading the newspaper in his pyjamas and slippers where he would look up and smile at her as she emerged from her room. But the scene in the middle of the room was what tore that hopeful expectation from her chest as her heart clenched tightly.

The crystal coffee table had been a piece of a set given to Sammy from their parents will. The crystal, winged stallion lamp and a large crystal chest which Serena assumed was still in her brother's room, had apparently been the pride of the Tsukino family in which it was passed on to Sammy when her parents died suddenly. But the table lay shattered in the middle of the living room, a large brown stain covering most of the floor space around the heirloom; the stain formerly a sickening dark red and belonging to her brother. The scene, Serena could see, had been somewhat cleaned up and she had figured this to be from the police officers that had crowded her apartment after her brother's death, looking for clues on what had transpired in the living room in the middle of the night. How Serena had been involved, yet left to live after the gruesome state of her brother was unknown, but after vigorous questioning for days after, lead them to believe she was not the killer. Serena grimaced, the memory of telling them hysterically of demons and half human beasts had fallen on deaf ears or been mistaken for grief induced shock. But Serena knew. She knew Sammy Tsukino had been murdered as she watched his body fall through the table, shattering around his body. Murdered by things that were not human.

The sliding glass door to Serena's left; startled her and she backed away into the cabernet that lay against the wall beside her door as she watched a tall man step in from outside. His black hair which was highlighted with blue was long and his fringe fell into his face obscuring his face from view. Serena's heart hammered in her chest as the stranger straightened up, his height a scary realisation like a slap in the face. His body was wide and very muscular, clad in a long velvet coat that glided inches above the ground; it was tight around his torso showing off every dip and curve of his toned physique before the bottom half fanned out about his leather encased, muscular legs. His large feet were hidden away in black thigh high boots with a sharp and tall heel; the black string laces done up neatly and endlessly. Serena gathered that these were the same boots that had made the prints in her room. Silent mortification etched its self upon Serena's delicate features, she watched as the stranger lifted his head as well as his hand and pushed back his roguish hair from his face to reveal sparkling deep blue eyes. The early morning light set as a back drop against this lone and frightening figure, his features darker as he peered with almost glowing eyes toward the now shrinking Serena. His face, however masked by shadow, was a delicate face like her own. Feminine ascents graced his visage making it clear that he was to be beautiful rather than handsome. Serena couldn't quite place why she thought this. Perhaps the eyes with their long lashes framing quite large azure eyes, the colour stark and vivid against his powdery white skin that looked just as soft as his coat; if not softer. His lips were fuller than most men, though they, at least, were quite masculine in their own right. His jaw had a softer curve to it rather than the heavy set that Serena noticed most men had, the differences in women and men being both subtle and pronounced on occasions. His nose straight and slightly dainty upon his face; the sort that was looked down from himself at other people. His expression, however, was one of annoyance and arrogance. Something, in turn, that annoyed Serena slightly.

The man's eyes flickered from holding Serena against the cabinet to the large stain and ruined crystal table in the middle of the living room. Serena could see his eyes soften ever so slightly and she could almost make out a subtle change in his features which resembled grief. Though, quick as it had come, it vanished with out a hint of a trace and his shadowed features returned to that of ridicule and judgement. It suddenly occurred to Serena, after almost cowering in the shadow of the looming stranger, that she had met him the night before. Her mind was very hazy as she stared unsure of what the man would do should she even sigh, but she was sure it had been this strange fellow who had saved her from being murdered in the park. Did this leave her in his debt? If so, what payment would he require from her in return? "Do you always look at people like that Miss. Tsukino?" Serena jumped at being called by her last name. How did he know who she was? Was she not 'properly' meeting him under 'lighter circumstances' for the first time? Serena swallowed the large lump in her throat before straightening slightly. She boldly decided to answer the stranger.

"And what look might that be" Serena tried to sound normal however her voice came out in a croak and barely audible. The man smirked before stalking off to the side quickly before falling back into the soft flesh of the sofa; plumes of dust rising like an angry explosion of filth. He peered at her through his now 'falling in his face again' hair. Serena knew she was in no position to feel anything but fear, but she knew she hated his searing, malice filled gaze always being directed at her in such away that it should become a challenge; he was baiting her into something.

"Like some abused kitten tenderly treading on eggshells in case you should provoke harm. The hard done by 'poor me' look", he yawned and lent on his elbow; holding his face in a slender yet masculine hand. Silent anger prickled in side Serena as she watched the man diligently. It became clear with out further conversation, that this man was utterly arrogant and rude. Hard done by? 'Poor me' look? Serena had thought her expression, should it be anything, to be of fear and distrust. Not of haughty self-pity.

"Your opinions are you own sir and you are entitled to them. But please do not sit in this room before the scene of my brother's murder and ridicule this house's only survivor" hushed anger lacing her words as she forgot herself and stood straight. The man glanced at her body quickly before a smirk of arrogance graced his features. Serena's arms instinctively flew to her chest where she crossed them over her breasts to shield herself from shame. Little did she know this made it worse as the man assumed she thought them smaller than they were? 'Quite attractive' he thought as his eyes flickered with frightening speed back to her face. She was a fragile kitten in the presence of a stalking wolf who had just bared his teeth threateningly but there was no mistaking that she had an inner fire that would consume her should she be provoked. Serena's hair fell about her like a white gold mane, it was completely undone from its usual style of two bun adorned pig tails that glided long down her length, to curl and weave like a waterfall down her body and rest above her knees. She was tall for a 16 year old. Taller than he expected her to be, however he still remained a good head and a quarter above her. Her look of distrust and pain was something he knew she had inherited from her brother, the one who would have told her to not trust anyone because he was all she needed. The theory was all good and well until he died and left her to fend for herself, but still unable to trust anyone. Serena grew angrier now; no words apart from his rude opinion on her expression had graced her ears. Only looks directed at her obviously and with out care, secret consideration, amusement and disdain were all she got. Serena couldn't take it any more; if he was going to do something to her he would have done it, though she didn't trust him in the slightest and boldly pressed forward hoping that she appeared at least slightly intimidation. "Who are you?", her words strong and with out fear. The man studied her for a moment in conceited amusement before rising and closing the distance between them quite quickly. Serena fell back against the cabinet with a thud staring in wide eyed horror as he bore down upon her; taking Serena roughly by her bruised arms.

"My name is Endymion LeFiorrion. I'm your knight in shining amour and your brother's lover" were his only words before his mouth had swooped down and caught her lips in a chaste kiss.

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I'm so sorry for another cliff hanger mew mews. The second chapter was a little difficult to write but I hope you enjoyed it despite me thinking it a little lame. I had a review from some one who said I should work on my proof reading and spelling. I couldn't agree with you more on the first and have gone through a few times trying to fix mistakes, however I am from Australia so my spelling might be different from other peoples should they live in the U.S.A or other countries who spell similar. Spell check does everything I need it to as it is set to spell correctly in my country. Though mistakes are still made which are not picked up by my computer which is where proof reading comes in. Should it still suck, I think I might have to get some one to proof read for me. Thank you so much for reading the first chapter guys and I really hope you enjoy the second.B.D.