I SO don't own Sailor Moon, or any of the characters involved. All I do is take them and put them into confusing, sometimes awkward and hopefully groovy cool situations.
AN: This is a revised version of the original that I wrote several years ago. I'm pretty much starting this fic over and I apologize for the lack of updates, but I had a computer crash with the chapters of all my fics on it and so I lost a butt ton of writing. :(
I'll try to update this more often, but I have a LOT of fics going, so I won't make any promises. But unless something else unforeseen occurs, it won't take me years to update this (I hope not, anyway…). Thanks to those that have reviewed so far. I hope someone out there still has remote interest in this story.
This fic contains adult themes, including things that may be triggers to those dealing with self injury. Just making you aware.
Expect AU OOC-ness and drama ahead…Oh, and this fic is admittedly very farfetched, but bare with it. It's total fantasy, obviously. It's jus' like shojo manga! Woo! I think that's part of its charm and that's how I want it so nah nah. *raspberry* ;P
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Sunlight filtered in through the open window, dealing a full on assault on her lidded eyes. The bed creaked and complained as she rolled over, her slender arm quickly blocking out the much despised light. After a moment, her body rose, blue eyes blinking, adjusting to the light of the new day. She hated mornings with a passion.
"Another fine day for doing nothing," she grumbled, stretching like a cat after her feet had hit the floor.
Grabbing a towel from her open closet, she slowly padded towards the bathroom, intent on waking herself up completely. The warm water was a bit of an assault on her senses, her hair soon soaking down her back. She began the daunting task of washing it, her mind wandering from this to that to nothing at all.
Serena Wyatt tilted her head back, water rushing over her and rinsing suds from her blond mane. Today was Saturday...just another day for the twenty two year old. Her week had been the usual: work, come home, sit around, go to bed.
Over the past few years, her life had seemed to come to a standstill. She realized that it had all begun when she lost her parents to a car crash three years ago, which is when her life started to spiral beyond her control. Afterward, she'd dropped out of college just after she'd started, becoming left behind her peers and stuck in a vicious cycle of loneliness and mediocrity.
Serena was a most talented young woman with the gift of creativity. Though she worked a boring and often demeaning job during the week to make rent, she still found time to create. When she wasn't slaving away at her day job, she worked as a jewelry artisan. Though she couldn't make a living on her jewelry alone, it helped pay bills. Most importantly, it kept her sane and safe from the thoughts that at times threatened to overtake her. After a couple of nasty and devastating failed relationships since she'd lost her parents, Serena had withdrawn from the goings on of the world, preferring instead to keep more to herself and devote time to her creations.
She glanced down, fingers trailing lightly over the many scars on her body. Her thigh, upper arm and stomach were wrought with them, nasty reminders of the time in her life that she'd hit rock bottom. Her eyes closed tightly, memories rushing at her like water breaking from a dam. The sight of blood washing down the drain assaulted her, causing her to slam her fist against the shower wall.
"No," she affirmed, forcing herself back into the present. Those days were over. She'd since become almost numb to it all, never really having faced her own emotions. So much lie pent up within her, so many painful memories and at this point, she was becoming used to being alone. Lita and Raye, her high school friends, always attempted to draw her from the hermit-like life she'd begun to live, but more often than not she found a way around them, continuing to live a lonely life.
Melancholy threatening to take her over, she finished her shower, toweling her lean body before proceeding to blow dry her hair. It was nearing winter and all she needed was to catch her death on her travels outdoors.
Once again in her bedroom, she glared at the walls, a constant reminder that she needed to stop procrastinating and paint over the all too cheerful yellow. The girl dug through her closet, finally choosing a long purple skirt and long sleeved black top for her daily venture to the coffee shop on Main Street. Pulling on her tall black combat boots, she grabbed her bag and keys off the floor and headed out the door, her hair trailing behind as it shut behind her.
Walking leisurely along the sidewalk, she thought of how much she had to do and how little she felt like doing. She knew she SHOULD get back into college, get her degree...maybe even move out of this city that seemed to drain her more and more with each passing day. But she couldn't seem to force herself to believe anything would change. Her heart still stung after the last man had run it over. It had been months since he'd left her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she wondered what she'd done to make him run.
A sudden cool wind caught her hair, her head rising as she came to a stop. Chills darted up her spine, a sudden feeling of apprehension befalling her. People maneuvered around her, some grumbling as they did so. She looked around, the faces all blending together. No one seemed to be particularly significant in the crowd.
She continued on, brushing off the chill and arriving at her favorite coffee shop, The Coffee Mill. Glancing once more over her shoulder, she disappeared inside, parting from the bustling crowd outside.
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Eyes watched carefully, taking in each small detail of her form. So different and yet just the same as she'd been so long ago. Modern attire suited her well, he thought, a bit bemused by her boots. Such a frail thing in such intimidating footwear. He frowned as she disappeared into the coffee shop, disappointed in parting with the sight of her.
Never had he dreamed that in this city, in this time, that he would find her. So many long years of searching had finally come to this and he couldn't be any more pleased. How would she react to this? Surely it would be a great shock to her after living such a normal existence for so long.
He realized there was a very real possibility that she would reject him...that she would be absolutely terrified of him and what he would have to tell her. However, a vicious fire burned within him, one that could only be quenched by the blond nymph he sought out. Now that he'd found her, there was no way he would abandon his mission. She was here, so close and yet still so far away.
The tall man turned reluctantly, his demeanor unnaturally calm and a smile upon his face. His fangs extended, pressing against his lips. Soon. Very soon now she'd be his once more.
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Serena struggled with her load, adjusting her bags to alleviate the ache in her arm. She'd spent the entire day milling about the city, collecting supplies for her jewelry creations.
"With money I don't have," she reminded herself aloud.
Though she loved what she did, between her day job and selling jewelry, Serena still barely made enough to get by. Her medical bills had done nothing to assist her situation, either. She cursed herself to this day for them, but there was nothing to be done about it now, save trying to keep them under control. All she needed was to have her wages garnished because of them.
At that moment her cell phone rang, a loud groan emitting from her.
"Damn," she griped, giving up entirely and plunking her bags to the sidewalk.
"Hello? Oh, hey, Lita. What's shakin'?" she greeted, her eyes scanning the horizon absently.
"Not much. Just seein' what you were up to tonight. Raye wants to go out and she thought I should call and see if you wanted to go," her friend answered, causing Serena to sigh.
"Well, I kinda' wanted to stay in and get some work done tonight. Rain check?"
"Serena, how long are you gonna' stay in that apartment? It's been almost six months," Lita reminded her, referring to the last time she'd been dumped by someone she thought she'd be spending her life with.
"I KNOW how long it's been, Lita. It's my life, remember? Look, I just want to work tonight. I'm sorry, but I don't feel like it," she said, equally irritated by her persistent comrade.
"Ok, fine. We're just trying to look out for you, you know. What about tomorrow night, then?" she wondered hopefully. Serena considered for a moment, finally giving in.
"Sure, why not?"
"Good. One of us will give you a call tomorrow, then. Have fun working."
"Sure thing. Maybe I'll actually get something done," Serena said, noting how long it'd been since she'd been able to accomplish much of anything where her work was concerned.
"Ok, later."
"Bye," Serena said, closing her phone with a click.
Sighing mightily, she hoisted her bags, starting again on her way towards her apartment.
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"Shit!" she shouted, throwing down her pliers with a thud and sitting back in her chair.
This was useless. Her mind was wandering so that she couldn't concentrate on her work. She kept going back to earlier, when a strange feeling had come over her, as if it were a feeling of being watched. She'd noticed nothing out of the ordinary, but still she'd felt such a chill come over her that it had yet to leave her.
Serena looked over her work space, her eyes roaming over the multitude of pliers, rings, wire and stones lying on her bench. So much to work with, yet she couldn't seem to make herself function properly.
Deciding she needed a break, she retreated to the kitchen, grabbing orange juice from the fridge and sitting it on the counter. She then dug around in the cabinet for the bottle of vodka she kept on hand for occasions such as these. Mixing herself a drink, she realized that she wasn't even supposed to be drinking. Her medications didn't combine well with alcohol, but she was always careful. Lita and Raye were always on her case about her alcohol consumption, but the way she viewed it, a few drinks couldn't hurt.
Returning to her room, she turned on the radio, the sounds of loud rock filling the room. As she started to sit, her eyes traveled to her window. With a start noticed a large black bird perched on her sill, motionless.
"What the...?" she muttered, sitting her drink down and moving cautiously towards the open window.
The bird cackled suddenly, nearly startling the life out of her. They stared one another down for a bit, Serena amazed that it had yet to fly. It cawed again before extending its wings, finally taking flight with a flourish and sailing out into the evening sky.
"Weird," she thought aloud, shrugging her shoulders and returning to her work bench.
She suddenly found the inspiration and motivation to continue her work, taking up her pliers once again and beginning work on an elaborate piece.
Hours later, eyes weary and wrists aching, she was finished, holding the necklace out for inspection.
"Not bad," she decided, admiring her intricate work. Setting the piece down, she stretched, deciding that she needed another drink. Night had fallen in the time it had taken to finish her work, the kitchen and living room dark save the light of the moon filtering in through the windows. As she was pouring a shot into her glass, her phone rang again, emitting blue light across the room. Curious as to who would be calling her, she picked it up, confused further by seeing "Private Number" across the screen.
"Hello?" she asked. Nothing.
"Hello?" she tried again, a bit more loudly. Still not a sound.
"Hey, I think you have the wrong number," she told the mystery caller, hanging up and sitting her phone back down on the counter.
"What is with today?" she wondered, recalling the strange events that had occurred.
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Serena lay wide awake, her mind unable to rest. Her thoughts remained from earlier in the day, troubling her deeply. The mediocrity of her life was beginning to get to her. She'd been trying so hard to change things for so long, and yet they still managed to stay the same. She felt like such a disappointment. She wondered what her parents would think of her if they were still alive. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't miss them, at times even wishing she had been with them to follow them in death. Her hand went to her thigh, a large sigh leaving her as her fingers trailed over her many scars.
"You're such a mess," she told herself, rolling over and looking at the clock. It was only just after midnight. She closed her eyes, determined to get some sleep and to chase the heavy thoughts from her mind.
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The night was still, even the sounds of the city seeming to be drowned out by the silence. The curtains blew in the breeze, rustling lightly. Her eyes opened, the dim light of the room making it hard to focus. That feeling struck her once again, as if something or someone were watching her. With a start, she realized she wasn't alone.
She nearly crashed to the floor as she reeled backward, the dark figure in the corner moving towards her. Her heart racing, she managed to get to her feet, stumbling backwards until her back was against the opposite wall.
"Wh…who…?" she stuttered, her eyes locked on the form that continued to move closer.
"Be still," came a deep voice, echoing in her ears. There was an odd familiarity to it, one that Serena couldn't place.
As terrified as she was, her mind managed a thought. The kitchen. If she could get the kitchen she'd at least have a weapon to defend herself with.
'Screw the kitchen,' she thought. If she made it out of the bedroom, she'd head for the front door and out of the apartment entirely. Never mind that she was in her underwear. If it would save her from this intruder then so be it.
Taking the opportunity, Serena scrambled across her bed, hand grasping for the doorknob. Locked. How could it be locked? She pulled and struggled with the accursed doorknob, which stayed firmly in place despite her desperation.
"Do stop that, Serenity. I'll not harm you," came the same steady voice. Where had she heard it before? And why had he called her Serenity?
"Stay back!" she ordered, her back pressed against the door. Her heart was in her throat and she feared she might pass out. He was so close now, just a few feet from her.
"Be still," he said again, coming to a stop not a foot from her. Her breath caught, her eyes staring up into the face of the stranger. He was a beautiful man, his dark hair hanging down into his eyes a bit...eyes that seemed to glow in the night.
"Who are you?" she managed after a moment, her voice shaking with effort.
His hand stretched out, fingers tracing lightly along her jaw. She shivered, an action that didn't go unnoticed.
"You fear me," he noted, his other hand pressing against the door, caging her. He frowned, seeming to be greatly displeased by her discomfort.
"Of course you don't remember," he said gruffly, his thumb still stroking along her cheek.
Her scent assaulted him, the same he'd followed through lifetimes. Like jasmine. Serena was both mortified and enchanted by his light touch. Somehow, it was if she'd experienced it before, but she knew she'd never seen this man. If she had, she told herself there was no way she'd have forgotten him.
"Who are you?" she asked again, her body still as his eyes seemed to look directly through her.
He had so hoped that she would remember, that she would recognize him and his touch. But, that was much too much to expect right away. He realized that he would need to be careful, to do all he must to keep from perplexing her more than he already had.
"Please do not fear me, my girl. Do not fear," he repeated, one hand encircling her small wrist.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice still a bit shaky despite her efforts to control it.
"I came for you," he replied simply, as if his statement weren't unusual in the least.
'This guy is off his rocker,' she thought, her heart racing madly.
It was then that she saw them, though she thought herself mad for believing it. Through his parted lips, she saw pressing against them two...were they fangs? Fangs?
"My god, what are you?" she cried, immediately trying to escape the cage of his arms.
They were about her before she could protest, crushing her against the panes of his chest. She cried out, both shocked and scared witless by this latest revelation. He couldn't be. They were only a myth. Soon after her eyes closed, her body going limp against him.
Endymion sighed mightily, wishing this first encounter had transpired a bit more positively. He adjusted her slight weight, gazing out the window into the night. This was the beginning. After all he'd done, all he'd witnessed, he'd finally found her. Now that she was in his arms, he swore to himself that nothing and no one would keep them apart.
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He watched her sleep, blond hair cascading all around her. She seemed so small in the center of his bed, her body slightly curled up and hands against her chest.
Such an angel she was, so peaceful in sleep. He was irritated with himself for frightening her earlier, be he should have known that it would go no other way. This was a lot to handle at once, and she'd yet to know the half of it.
His hand cleared her hair from her eyes, and he twirled the strand around his fingers absently before bringing it to his lips. Closing his eyes, he allowed memories to assault him relentlessly...memories of that day and more. How long it had been he could not say, but to him it had seemed all eternity since last he'd been granted the sight of her.
She was just as beautiful as he'd remembered, a truly blessed sight to his eyes. He allowed them to roam over her lightly clothed body, her curves causing the fire to rise within. But as he studied her, a frown appeared upon his lips.
Scars. Her right thigh and arm bared so many, causing him to wonder where they'd all come from. His fingers ran over her scarred skin, and he noted how deep some of the cuts must've been to leave such beastly scars behind. Surely she couldn't have…
Pushing his thoughts aside, he leaned in closer, peering down into her angelic face. Her lips were slightly parted, her breaths shallow. He wondered to himself if she were dreaming, his hand brushing her flaxen hair from her face tenderly.
Lifetimes of emotion hit him all at once...pain, sorrow, joy and longing. He'd so missed having her near. The vampire reached out, touched her face, to reassure himself that she were in fact there with him once again.
She was warm to the touch, her skin soft against his palm. Suddenly, she stirred, his eyes watching her intently. Eyes blinking, Serena slowly awakened, head rising as she took in her surroundings. She stopped as her eyes beheld him, blue orbs growing wide as an audible gasp left her.
"You," she breathed, starting to scramble back away from him. She wanted to put as much space as possible between herself and her kidnapper, whoever he was.
"Where am I? What am I doing here?" she questioned, only then realizing what a delicate state she was in, clad in only a tank top and a pair of black lace hipsters. She quickly pulled the sheet up to her chin, concealing her nearly bare body from his view entirely. He couldn't help but grin at her modesty. If only she were to realize it was nothing he'd not seen before, many times, in fact.
"You are safe here," he assured her, moving a bit closer as he did so. Those eyes were looking him though, both accusing and curious. This was a shock to her, wasn't it? To be removed from her world so unceremoniously.
"Safe? You...I saw them," she mumbled, unable to believe her own memory. Fangs. She'd seen them with her own two eyes, and yet still she couldn't believe it to be true.
"Saw what? These?" he wondered, fangs pressing against his lips as she gaped at him.
"My god, it can't be real. You...you can't be real," she breathed, feeling as if she would faint dead away once more.
"I can and I am, dear one," he told her gently, the girl still staring at him in disbelief.
With one fluent motion he was atop her, his hands encircling her wrists as his weight pinned her to the mattress. Her eyes grew impossibly wider as she stared into his face, noting his strong features. But it was his eyes that held her still, fathomless eyes that held more than she could ever dream. Her mind ordered her to struggle, to free herself from his grasp, but she couldn't force herself to move. Breath caught in her throat, body shaking despite her efforts to control it, she felt the rogue tears fall from the corners of her eyes.
Fear. She couldn't recall a time where she'd be both terrified and enchanted all at once. Despite her fear, she was absolutely taken aback by this man...this vampire that was now gazing down at her like some hungry predator.
"I'll not harm you," came his attempted reassurance, his hands still pinning her wrists.
"Then why? What do you want with me?" she asked, her voice shaking despite her attempts to control it.
Ignoring her question entirely, his face lowered, his lips a mere breath from her own. So long he'd been without her. Having her so close now was both bliss and pure torture. He couldn't do this now. If he did, she'd never be able to trust him. The realization displeased him greatly. If he had his way, he'd cut out all formalities and claim what was his then and there. But no. She deserved more than that. After all this time, it wouldn't do to rush her. Still, he couldn't help himself from leaning closer, feeling her breath upon his lips.
"You are mine," he breathed, sending a new rush of fear throughout her.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, his lips crushed against hers, the flame he'd held at bay erupting at last. She wanted to struggle, wanted to push him away, but she was trapped by his kiss...a deep, hypnotic kiss that seemed to sear her very soul. She found herself responding in kind, her lips meeting his with fervor, though she knew not why. Something was so familiar about him, about his kiss. She noticed he'd released her wrists, his hands sliding the sheet down between them. Her mind was racing, so many thoughts assaulting her. This was insanity. What was she doing?
A small whimper escaped her, dying against his lips. It only served to fuel the inferno, his tongue slipping between her lips and tangling with her own. She was surprised to find that his fangs had disappeared, meeting his kisses with an intensity of her own.
Despite her mind's urgings, her body had taken control, all questions and apprehension melting away and leaving her burning from inside out. She felt his hands, running along the curves of her body, causing her to shiver in their wake. So beautiful she was, so real under his hands.
Her mind was beginning to go blank, the feeling of his lips and hands washing away all notions of reason. She was brought back to reality by the sound of a feral growl rumbling in his throat, a sound of dark, unbridled passion.
Breaking away, Serena again gazed up at him, breathless and dazed. With horror she realized that his fangs had extended, pressed against his lips as he hovered above her. They were soon trailing along the column of her neck, his fingers moving to anchor in her hair.
"Please," she breathed, "don't."
Of course she didn't want this. Few would, he surmised, though he couldn't force himself to stop. Not yet. His tongue lapped at her skin, her taste saccharine and positively divine. How would her crimson life taste, he wondered, imagining it would be the sweetest he'd yet to consume. Senses peaked, he felt the hunger growing within, the fires raging beyond all control.
Gods, he couldn't. Now that he'd found her, he couldn't allow himself such a pleasure so soon. Nipping along her neck lightly, his eyes closed, his senses completely overwhelmed by the feeling of her body beneath him, the beautiful scent of her bombarding him.
"Endymion," she breathed, her arms pulling him closer to her, her small form pressing tightly against him.
The sound of his name leaving her lips forced him back to reality, his head rising, fangs still protruding against his lips. Gods, she had remembered. After such a passing of time, she'd uttered his name, a sound he had once been convinced he'd never hear again.
Eyes hazy from the lust surrounding them, Serena tried to regain her composure, breath heavy and heart pounding within her chest. Looking up, she felt completely trapped in his eyes, their dark depths haunting her very soul. She was momentarily confused, having breathed a name that now seemed totally foreign to her. She had no clue where it had come from, though at the time it had seemed as though someone else entirely had taken her over, causing her to speak the name that she now lacked to recognize.
"You remembered," he said gruffly, beginning to pull away from the frazzled girl beneath him.
Sitting back on his knees, his eyes continued to roam, causing a sigh to leave him. He'd had no idea that it would be so hard to keep control over himself. Endymion realized how easy it would be, to toss all chivalry aside and satisfy himself with the only thing capable of doing so. But he would not. His lady was worth far more than that to him, as nagging as the pain had proven to be.
"I…I don't know why I said that," she stammered, unable to look him in the eye for fear that she'd lose herself in them once again.
He wanted to tell her why, wanted to beg her to remember all she'd forgotten, but he refrained, unable to burden her with such things so quickly. Patience, he reminded himself silently, was something he could not lose hold of at the moment.
Silence descended, the girl sitting up and drawing her knees in against her chest as she stared him down. He noticed that she was shaking, a discovery that would not do in the least. Stretching his arms out, he watched as her mouth opened, as if she were about to speak.
No words came, however. After a moment, she crawled towards him, her own arms slipping about his waist as he pulled her close, his chin coming to rest on the top of her head.
"You won't hurt me," she said, more of a statement than a question. Though it was completely irrational, she somehow trusted what he'd said. It seemed as though he had no intentions of bringing her harm, though, she reminded herself, she still had not a clue as to who he was despite what she'd uttered only moments before.
The cage of his arms was warm, felt safe and comfortable. She couldn't remember a time when she'd felt quite so sound as she did then, her cheek resting upon the warmth of his chest.
"No, lovely...I won't," he assured her again, reveling in the feeling of her in his arms.
This would be no easy task, he thought, a hand stroking lightly along her hair. She would think him totally mad, would try to flee. Earning her total trust was his goal and he would attain it by whatever means necessary.
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Blue light erupted across the room, though no one would ever answer. The apartment was empty of any inhabitants, an eerie silence once again descending upon the room as the curtains blew in the breeze of the new day.
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Ok, that was a LONG time coming, I know, but I hope you liked it just the same! Thanks for readin'! Ja ne!
*Cosmic Moon Baby*
