Dark of the Moon - Chapter 2
Reba Jean 2/9/02
rjean@ghg.net
Rated: R (violence/sex)
Genre: Horror/Romance
Disclaimer: Characters are based on Sailor Moon copyright 1992 by Naoko
Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation, English language adaptation
copyright 1995 by DIC Entertainment.
Author's Note: In Chapter 2, this Usagi/Mamoru shinma (vampire) story
begins in the R season break-up time. Rated R for violence/sex. The
new or dark moon was just two days before Valentine's Day this year.
Chapter 2 - Valentine's Night
------------------------------
"Usagi, get your lazy ass down here and fix me some lunch!" yelled
Shingo as he climbed the stairs toward his sister's room. The morning
cartoons were over and he was starving. He still didn't hear anything
as he paused at her door. He retreated to the bathroom and filled a
plastic tumbler with cold water before returning to Usagi's door.
Shingo stealthily eased open the door and slipped quietly inside
Usagi's room. She was pale and still, lying on top of blood soaked
blankets. Shocked, he froze silently and listened. He couldn't even
hear the sound of her breathing. Waves of fear and horror broke his
trance. He screamed and dropped the glass, running down the stairs and
out of the house.
When Usagi awoke from her strangely troubled sleep, the sun was just
setting. She looked down at her bed, horrified at the blood. "Oh
damn," she wailed. I can't have started my period already. She went
into the bathroom and was again shocked by her appearance. An
abnormally pale face gazed back at her with bloody bites on either side
of her neck. Just the size a cat bite would be. Her angry scream,
"Luna!" echoed through the empty house.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Usagi began the day once again in tears. Her constant companion in the
months since Mamoru had broken up with her. She repeated the tired
litany. He still loves me. I just have to be patient and he will come
back to me. I'll be stronger and prove myself. I am not just a weak,
whiney crybaby, the little girl he accused me of being. She remembered
the way his eyes had hardened when he saw her and how he turned away.
The anguish won and she gave in to heart-rending sobs.
The whole week had been horrible with the added pain of Valentine
decorations all around. Affectionate couples seemed to be everywhere.
The dreaded day arrived. She passed the day at school in silence,
ignoring her friends' attempts to cheer her up. She tossed the cards,
flowers, and candy in the dumpster on the way out of the school
grounds. These tokens of renewed appeals from hopeful admirers were of
less value to her than the gum wrappers and crumpled papers she tossed
out with them.
Taking a circuitous route to avoid any of her friends, and any
possibility of encountering her ex-boyfriend, she arrived home and went
straight up to her room. Despairing, she collapsed in a crumpled heap
and sobbed until her eyes were raw and her throat was dry and
constricted. An unnatural malaise further drained her, and she finally
slept.
When she awakened in the night, it was nearing midnight and eerily
still. Long shadows were cast by the feeble light from the lamp post
across the street. No moon lit the sky and a heavy mist moved inland
from the shore.
Usagi rose feeling more alive than in weeks. Her despair was a muted
memory shoved to the background. A hard resolve had taken its place.
A new hunger burned in her; a strange need she did not fathom.
Driven to roam, she exited through her window and escaped to the
streets. She flitted through the shadows under trees, behind shrubs,
dodging stray glances of passers-by. She wandered the deserted gardens
in the park. Few couples lingered in the chill damp darkness this
Valentine's Night.
Unconsciously her feet brought her to the spot she had been drawn to
countless times before. Usagi regarded the balcony near the top of the
apartment building. As dark within as the night without, no lights
were visible in Mamoru's apartment. Usagi transformed and Sailor Moon
leaped lightly onto the balcony. Checking the door, she found it
unlocked. Reverting to her normal form, she slipped quietly inside.
Her beloved lay sleeping, tossing and turning restlessly, muttering
denials and protesting cries in his dream. She lowered herself onto
the bed next to him and gently stroked the side of his face and hair.
A jumble of images and sounds rushed into her consciousness. A
chaotic, burning city, and her broken body on the ground before him. A
scene of their wedding, followed by her dropping lifelessly to the
ground. A voice warning him to stay away from her if he wanted her to
live. "Oh you baka! You put us both through hell because of a stupid
dream," she whispered in astonishment.
No more. Usagi regarded Mamoru; he was turned on his side toward the
window. One knee was pulled up with his arm draped over it. Usagi
stripped and dropped her clothes to the floor. She crawled beneath the
covers and snuggled against his back. Slipping her knee and thigh into
the hollow between his legs, she brushed her leg against his thighs,
and the soft bulging sac. He twitched and rapidly hardened and
lengthened as her leg rubbed between his. She reached around him with
her free arm and stroked his neck and chest. Playing with his nipples
until they hardened in response, her fingers continued to trace the
trail of hairs down his chest and abdomen. His disturbed cries had
changed to groans of pleasure.
As her hand moved back up his chest, his hand suddenly reached over and
captured hers. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the backs of
her fingers, murmuring, "Usako."
The man within her clasp turned until they were face to face. His eyes
traveled over her petite form. "You are so beautiful." He pulled her
close and kissed her with a fierce hunger, a fervor that matched her
own. Lips joined, tongues entwined, eager hands explored and caressed
the other's body.
With a look of desire he silently asked. Seizing his lips with her own
her answer was known. Long waiting done, their bodies now joined. Her
small cry of pain turned to a laugh of desire. Body and blood, he now
was her own. Though over too quickly, with pleasure she moaned. "Next
time we'll do better," his grin matched her own.
"For a stupid dream, you kept us apart. You should know by now the
depth of my heart. Someone or something has messed with your mind.
For after all it's not the first time, my foolish Mamo-chan."
"You know I still love you," Mamoru admitted.
"I know. I always did. I never believed you when you denied it.
You've always been such a terrible liar," Usagi replied.
He smiled with mischief. His lips covered her own. A warm trail of
caresses traced down her front. He pleasured her again with his lips
and his tongue. Their essences mingled he tasted each one, his own
slightly bitter, hers sweet, and under all the metallic salt of her
blood. Her Blood, a fire shot right through him, the strangest
sensation.
Usagi sat up and straddled, touched most of his chest. Kissed his
lips, his face, and paused at his neck, the hunger so great. She
fought off the burning; how could she do this? She shrank back in
horror at the strength of the desire. A horrible feeling, like her
soul was on fire.
So they joined again in loving. Moved like wind-swept waters,
whitecaps tossing. Her two desires competed; the fires fed each other.
Their sum together was greater than two. Near the edge she paused.
Backed down hard, at her peak her teeth nipped. Mamoru bucked beneath
her in pain, "You bit me!" she heard him complain.
The virgin vampire fed as her lover cried out in triumph. In ecstasy
he trembled, a warm spurt within her. Over they rolled, she kept a
tight hold.
Mamoru collapsed on Usagi, now completely spent. As she continued to
feed, a pleasant lethargy overcame him. He grew heavy and she rolled
him back over. His eyes opened and revealed a sleepy dull blue, faded
from their usual sparkling navy. He reached around her and pulled her
closer. Bemused he said, "I never knew you were a shinma. I love you,
Usako." He continued to watch her peacefully through half-closed eyes.
Usagi stanched the blood still flowing from the wound on Mamoru's
shoulder with her hand. She licked her lips clean and leaned up kissed
him gently. As he sighed and closed his eyes, she said quietly, "I
love you, Mamo-chan."
Usagi cleaned the remaining blood off Mamoru with her tongue as Luna
might have done. She carefully licked her fingers and hands clean.
Satisfied and satiated, she stretched and yawned. She shoved Mamoru's
still body closer to the far side of the bed. He wouldn't care now
about lying on the wet spot. She curled up next to him, pillowing her
head on his stomach and pulled the blanket over them both. As she
closed her eyes to sleep she whispered, "Good night, my prince, my
sweet love."
Reba Jean 2/9/02
rjean@ghg.net
Rated: R (violence/sex)
Genre: Horror/Romance
Disclaimer: Characters are based on Sailor Moon copyright 1992 by Naoko
Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation, English language adaptation
copyright 1995 by DIC Entertainment.
Author's Note: In Chapter 2, this Usagi/Mamoru shinma (vampire) story
begins in the R season break-up time. Rated R for violence/sex. The
new or dark moon was just two days before Valentine's Day this year.
Chapter 2 - Valentine's Night
------------------------------
"Usagi, get your lazy ass down here and fix me some lunch!" yelled
Shingo as he climbed the stairs toward his sister's room. The morning
cartoons were over and he was starving. He still didn't hear anything
as he paused at her door. He retreated to the bathroom and filled a
plastic tumbler with cold water before returning to Usagi's door.
Shingo stealthily eased open the door and slipped quietly inside
Usagi's room. She was pale and still, lying on top of blood soaked
blankets. Shocked, he froze silently and listened. He couldn't even
hear the sound of her breathing. Waves of fear and horror broke his
trance. He screamed and dropped the glass, running down the stairs and
out of the house.
When Usagi awoke from her strangely troubled sleep, the sun was just
setting. She looked down at her bed, horrified at the blood. "Oh
damn," she wailed. I can't have started my period already. She went
into the bathroom and was again shocked by her appearance. An
abnormally pale face gazed back at her with bloody bites on either side
of her neck. Just the size a cat bite would be. Her angry scream,
"Luna!" echoed through the empty house.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Usagi began the day once again in tears. Her constant companion in the
months since Mamoru had broken up with her. She repeated the tired
litany. He still loves me. I just have to be patient and he will come
back to me. I'll be stronger and prove myself. I am not just a weak,
whiney crybaby, the little girl he accused me of being. She remembered
the way his eyes had hardened when he saw her and how he turned away.
The anguish won and she gave in to heart-rending sobs.
The whole week had been horrible with the added pain of Valentine
decorations all around. Affectionate couples seemed to be everywhere.
The dreaded day arrived. She passed the day at school in silence,
ignoring her friends' attempts to cheer her up. She tossed the cards,
flowers, and candy in the dumpster on the way out of the school
grounds. These tokens of renewed appeals from hopeful admirers were of
less value to her than the gum wrappers and crumpled papers she tossed
out with them.
Taking a circuitous route to avoid any of her friends, and any
possibility of encountering her ex-boyfriend, she arrived home and went
straight up to her room. Despairing, she collapsed in a crumpled heap
and sobbed until her eyes were raw and her throat was dry and
constricted. An unnatural malaise further drained her, and she finally
slept.
When she awakened in the night, it was nearing midnight and eerily
still. Long shadows were cast by the feeble light from the lamp post
across the street. No moon lit the sky and a heavy mist moved inland
from the shore.
Usagi rose feeling more alive than in weeks. Her despair was a muted
memory shoved to the background. A hard resolve had taken its place.
A new hunger burned in her; a strange need she did not fathom.
Driven to roam, she exited through her window and escaped to the
streets. She flitted through the shadows under trees, behind shrubs,
dodging stray glances of passers-by. She wandered the deserted gardens
in the park. Few couples lingered in the chill damp darkness this
Valentine's Night.
Unconsciously her feet brought her to the spot she had been drawn to
countless times before. Usagi regarded the balcony near the top of the
apartment building. As dark within as the night without, no lights
were visible in Mamoru's apartment. Usagi transformed and Sailor Moon
leaped lightly onto the balcony. Checking the door, she found it
unlocked. Reverting to her normal form, she slipped quietly inside.
Her beloved lay sleeping, tossing and turning restlessly, muttering
denials and protesting cries in his dream. She lowered herself onto
the bed next to him and gently stroked the side of his face and hair.
A jumble of images and sounds rushed into her consciousness. A
chaotic, burning city, and her broken body on the ground before him. A
scene of their wedding, followed by her dropping lifelessly to the
ground. A voice warning him to stay away from her if he wanted her to
live. "Oh you baka! You put us both through hell because of a stupid
dream," she whispered in astonishment.
No more. Usagi regarded Mamoru; he was turned on his side toward the
window. One knee was pulled up with his arm draped over it. Usagi
stripped and dropped her clothes to the floor. She crawled beneath the
covers and snuggled against his back. Slipping her knee and thigh into
the hollow between his legs, she brushed her leg against his thighs,
and the soft bulging sac. He twitched and rapidly hardened and
lengthened as her leg rubbed between his. She reached around him with
her free arm and stroked his neck and chest. Playing with his nipples
until they hardened in response, her fingers continued to trace the
trail of hairs down his chest and abdomen. His disturbed cries had
changed to groans of pleasure.
As her hand moved back up his chest, his hand suddenly reached over and
captured hers. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the backs of
her fingers, murmuring, "Usako."
The man within her clasp turned until they were face to face. His eyes
traveled over her petite form. "You are so beautiful." He pulled her
close and kissed her with a fierce hunger, a fervor that matched her
own. Lips joined, tongues entwined, eager hands explored and caressed
the other's body.
With a look of desire he silently asked. Seizing his lips with her own
her answer was known. Long waiting done, their bodies now joined. Her
small cry of pain turned to a laugh of desire. Body and blood, he now
was her own. Though over too quickly, with pleasure she moaned. "Next
time we'll do better," his grin matched her own.
"For a stupid dream, you kept us apart. You should know by now the
depth of my heart. Someone or something has messed with your mind.
For after all it's not the first time, my foolish Mamo-chan."
"You know I still love you," Mamoru admitted.
"I know. I always did. I never believed you when you denied it.
You've always been such a terrible liar," Usagi replied.
He smiled with mischief. His lips covered her own. A warm trail of
caresses traced down her front. He pleasured her again with his lips
and his tongue. Their essences mingled he tasted each one, his own
slightly bitter, hers sweet, and under all the metallic salt of her
blood. Her Blood, a fire shot right through him, the strangest
sensation.
Usagi sat up and straddled, touched most of his chest. Kissed his
lips, his face, and paused at his neck, the hunger so great. She
fought off the burning; how could she do this? She shrank back in
horror at the strength of the desire. A horrible feeling, like her
soul was on fire.
So they joined again in loving. Moved like wind-swept waters,
whitecaps tossing. Her two desires competed; the fires fed each other.
Their sum together was greater than two. Near the edge she paused.
Backed down hard, at her peak her teeth nipped. Mamoru bucked beneath
her in pain, "You bit me!" she heard him complain.
The virgin vampire fed as her lover cried out in triumph. In ecstasy
he trembled, a warm spurt within her. Over they rolled, she kept a
tight hold.
Mamoru collapsed on Usagi, now completely spent. As she continued to
feed, a pleasant lethargy overcame him. He grew heavy and she rolled
him back over. His eyes opened and revealed a sleepy dull blue, faded
from their usual sparkling navy. He reached around her and pulled her
closer. Bemused he said, "I never knew you were a shinma. I love you,
Usako." He continued to watch her peacefully through half-closed eyes.
Usagi stanched the blood still flowing from the wound on Mamoru's
shoulder with her hand. She licked her lips clean and leaned up kissed
him gently. As he sighed and closed his eyes, she said quietly, "I
love you, Mamo-chan."
Usagi cleaned the remaining blood off Mamoru with her tongue as Luna
might have done. She carefully licked her fingers and hands clean.
Satisfied and satiated, she stretched and yawned. She shoved Mamoru's
still body closer to the far side of the bed. He wouldn't care now
about lying on the wet spot. She curled up next to him, pillowing her
head on his stomach and pulled the blanket over them both. As she
closed her eyes to sleep she whispered, "Good night, my prince, my
sweet love."