This Sailor Moon story is set in an alternate universe with some of my own original characters. Sailor Moon and the cast belong to the magnificent Naoko Takeuchi.

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Serenity Whelan:

"I'm telling you, Lita, it was like this massive wolf or something," I kept poking at my salad with my fork. "It was all very odd… Like a horror film."

Lita looked to the other students and couples at the café before leaning in, "Are you certain it was a wolf?" Eager to keep the conversation going I leaned in as well and nodded. "Serena, can I trust you?"

"Trust me? Well, of course. I guess you can."

"No, like trust-trust. The kind of trust that takes years to build," Lita smiled nonchalantly at a passerby, "The kind of trust we don't have time to build." I furrowed my brow and leaned in further nodding once again. "Alright, this is going to sound totally crazy but I've been looking into witchcraft recently and I think I read a book with the kind of stuff you've been talking about."

"Witchcraft?" I said almost too loud. I looked to the other people at the café who were mostly involved in their own private conversations. "You mean like, real witches? Salem and stuff?"

"That's where your ancestors burned the women accused of being witches, right?"

"Well, not necessarily my ancestors. My family comes from Ireland originally," I smiled hoping she would see another connection between us and I could gain some more of her trust. "My mother signed up for this ancestry thing and it showed us our history."

"What part of Ireland?"

"Not sure but I suppose it means I can really start celebrating St. Patty's Day now," my smile faded as Lita pondered. "What?"

"You said the wolf nodded towards you?"

I sat my glass down, "Yeah, it was the weirdest thing but it made me feel, I dunno, somehow calm or something?"

Lita took the final bite of her noodle dish and reached for her bag, "I have an idea."

We stopped by Lita's apartment for her to grab some of these witchcraft books she'd found in the folklore section of the library and headed for my apartment. When we got there we made sure that Mina wasn't around and closed ourselves off behind my bedroom door.

"A spell?" I almost shouted. "You think we should do a spell?" Hopefully the walls of this old building are thick enough to repress sound.

"Mm-hmm, I've tried a few small ones."

I raised my eyebrow, astonished, "Have they worked?"

"Not really, but the directions in this one are clear. We'll need two blue candles, a white candle and a bowl with rosehip water."

"I don't even know what that is," Lita held up a discolored bottle of Voss water. "And the candles?"

"Don't you have candles?"

"I have Seashell Dreams and Caribbean Waves but they aren't the same blue."

"And white?"

I sighed, "White Chocolate Passion." Lita winked at me as she placed a bowl down on the ground and the three candles surrounding it. I watched as she loosened the lid on the Voss water and poured a small amount into the bowl.

Lita picked up the book again and sighed, "Oh, and we need a hair from the wolf… do you think you have one on your clothes?"

I turned to see a small pile on clothes on the pink carpet and searched for wolf hairs. Wolf hairs? Is this what my study of folklore has come to; witchcraft?

"Here. I have two," I scooted back over to the weird mystical setup that Lita had created.

"Good, that gives us two tries," Lita took one of the hairs, placed it in the bowl of rosehip water and lit each of the candles with her lighter. "Alright, now I have to say this incantation while placing my hand over the bowl."

"That's it? What'll happen then?"

"It says here that," she searched for her place again, "if it was an actual werewolf then the water will turn black. If not, then it will turn white." I nodded and waited for Lita to ready herself. She placed her hand over the bowl just as she said she would and began to read: "I beseech you, goddess of the moon, I seek an answer. Be this hair lycanthrope of the celestial scope or just a panther?"

I inwardly chuckled, but then the water began to bubble and the candles were blown out. We both looked at each other before leaning over the bowl to see the same pink liquid with a hair floating in it.

"Oh geez, it didn't work," Lita sighed.

"Didn't think it would, Sabrina." Lita glared at me. "I'm sorry but 'panther'?" She kind of chuckled at that.

"Yeah, maybe this book is no good."

"Why not try to write your own? If it just needs to rhyme I'm sure you could do that." Lita agreed and grabbed her notebook to begin scribbling down words. She crossed out a few and even crossed out a whole line but five minutes later she had a new incantation. Though she had seemed eager about it before, she now seemed doubtful. "What is it?"

"I don't know. Why don't you try it?" I shrugged and traded places with her. Since nothing happened to the first bowl we just kept it the same and relit the candles. Lita nodded to me and I took a deep breath.

"Elements of the Moon to the Earth, we call upon you. Please grant us this vision to cease out indecision. If this hair be of lycan and not a scam, please show us the answer we seek."

This time the flame of the candles flew up in the air and the water formed rings, as if to react from a vibration. I shifted away to keep from being singed when I noticed the water start to change.

"Do you see—"

Lita muttered a 'yes' as we both held onto each other. As the flames died down we looked at each other and said in unison, "It was a werewolf."

Darien Rothschild:

"I guess that solves the question," I poured a scotch at Drew's request.

"And what question is that?"

"If a werewolf bite is poisonous," I took a swig of the drink just as I turned towards his direction, "And if werewolves were still a common creature on this Earth." Those I knew that perished during the Conflict of Darkness were torn to pieces or had their heads ripped from their bodies. I glad to know that Andrew would be alright and to learn a bit more about the lycanthrope.

"That was my drink, Darien."

I scoffed and downed the rest. "That was my girl."

"Fine, you win. I won't ask her on another date."

"Oh, I doubt she'd say yes," Drew looked at me, bewildered. "A werewolf attacked, practically tried to communicate with her. You don't think she's going to start searching for answers?"

"I was sort of hoping she'd remain ignorant of it all. Her family certainly kept her in the dark."

I paced over towards the bookshelf, "They themselves might not have known. Moreover, if she activates her werewolf side she does still pose a danger. Werewolves are of considerable size and they could knock your head clean off."

"Then why didn't that one last night?"

I deliberated on that. "I think it was a warning. I think that whoever that wolf is in human form knows that Serena is a lost wolf without a pack. If anyone convinces her to activate the gene," I poured another drink, "it'd be them."