I don't own Sailor Moon

Written by: Mimi the Popo

Endangered

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I pulled my coat to cover my neck, and slipped on the colored contacts over my reddening eyes. Manhattan Square was once again my destination, only for a different purpose then last time.

The air was a bit foggy from yesterday's rainfall, but since this is the city of lights, it didn't even hinder the on-going life of a nighttime New Yorker. I mean, if vampires couldn't make the masses quake at the fear of leaving their homes, what makes you think a bit of rain will?

Another sigh escaped my lips, as a rather, um, portly man pushed his way past me. It seemed this was going to be a futile search.

"Excuse me sir?"

I whipped my head around to see a girl about the age of 6. She had curly brown hair, pulled up into a messy ponytail. Her eyes were an enchanting forest green, and her skin was a bit pasty. If it wasn't for her cherubic face, I would've mistaken her to be 10 based on her height. She looked at me in a bit of fear and amazement, and kept clutching the hem of her green sundress.

"Um... Yeah?"

"Are you looking for *La Luna Negra?"

My eyebrows shot into my hairline as the little girl looked carefully at my face, looking for an answer.

"Why, yes I am. How did you know?" I said ever so slowly, gauging her reaction. Her grip tightened on her dress, as her reply sounded like she rehearsed it.

"My aunt runs the place, and told me to look for a certain type of people." She said softly.

"A certain type of people?"

She nodded slowly. "*Amor Sanguinis."

I felt myself stiffen as her use of our code-name. Who was this girl? And why was her aunt looking for us? I looked around carefully and lowered myself to the girl's eye level. Several people looked weirdly at us, but shrugged it off and walked away.

"Why do you want to know if I'm an amor sanguinis? And how do you know what that is?" I asked softly yet demanding.

"So you are one!" She said excitedly, though a bit of fear entered her eyes. "My aunt opened La Luna Negra for amor sanguinis. She says that now it's services are more needed than ever." She chirped, eyes glazing over at the memories of her aunt.

"What's your name?" I found myself asking. Maybe her name would give me a clue on who her aunt is.

"Lita Kingsley." she said proudly, and unfortunately ringing no bells in my mind.

"Okay then," I said cautiously. "How about we go to La Luna Negra and I'll speak with your aunt for a bit."

Lita shook her head. "That's what they all say the first time."

"Talk!" I demanded, twisting Melvin's arm above his head, as he screeched for mercy.

"I can't! I can't! I promised I wouldn't!" He howled in pain, as I bent his arm at another funny angle.

"What do you mean you promised?!" I screeched into his ear, taking his other arm and folding it behind his back. It's times like these, I was glad Luna convinced me to take those defense/offense classes.

"I can't! She'd never talk to me again if I said anything to you!" He screamed again, as I twisted the arm I kept behind his back at another angle.

"Who?! Who said that/! I practically help you set up your 'business' and you turn your back on me for a girl?!" I yelled, as I whirled him around to face me.

"I promised Sere!" He whimpered.

"Promised who?!" I demanded again. I know it's a bit harsh, but as they say; No pain, No gain.

"Serenity!" He cried out again, trying to untangle his arms from mine. "Please!"

"You can tell me who it is." I demanded impatiently. "I don't think they made you promise to keep their identity a secret."

"It was Molly!" He squealed, as I roughly let go of him. "Molly made me promise! I swear on my grave!"

"Molly?!" I said aghast. Molly was an FBI agent, who also happened to be my best friend during my high school years. She always seemed so supportive in my ambitions and yet she made Melvin keep information from me?

"Where's Molly?" I said dangerously quiet, ready to spring for his arm again. He quickly took said arm and cradled it to his chest.

"Last time I checked, she said she was investigating someplace called La Luna Negra." He whimpered pathetically.

"I hope you're right Melvin, otherwise I'll be back." I said the last few words in an Arnold Schwarzenegger tone, letting him know he was forgiven. Which he apparently caught and sheepishly grinned at me.

"Not if I can help it." He muttered to himself, getting up and dusting the non-existent lint of his pants.

"We'll see about that Mr. Hacker." I grinned, as I left to go find La Luna Negra.

*La Luna Negra means the black moon (No, this doesn't have a relation with the SM world it's strictly AU!)

*Amor sanguinis means 'lover of blood' (or at least thats what google told me)

This chapter was written out a few days ago, but the site wouldn't accept the document, so I had to wait a few days before I posted.