Author: Shadow

Disclaimer: I, K.P. Phelps, here by state for future reference that I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters. I do own a few DVDs, Videos and manga but nothing more.

Summary: Six years have passed since Andrew and Darien nearly escaped death. Now that Darien and Serena's wedding is quickly approaching, a horrible blast from the past will rock their world again. Sequel to Saints of Satan.

21 – February - 2007

Bride of Satan

Chapter Six

Darien tightened the straps on his boots before he hopped onto his motorcycle, cops behind him. He waved at them before starting up his bike and roaring down the road. The plan had been for him to lead them to all of the known Hell's Army hideouts to search for the missing Serena.

Darien's gut clenched as he thought of Serena in that sadist bitch, Emerald's care. He shook his head as he turned the corner. He couldn't think of the worst-case scenario, he just couldn't. Emerald wanted the both of them, he was sure of that, so Serena was probably still alive, if not a little cold, dirty and frightened.

Serena sat back against the cold stonewall with her arms crossed across her chest. "Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn…"

"She's already been damned a few times over before this Serena, I don't think that'll help." Andrew said stroking her hair back out of her face.

"I know…I know Andrew…I just want the fuck out of here." She whimpered out gently.

He sighed and nodded "Same here Serena…but…damn. I feel even worse for locking up people in these damn cells for as long as we had. So this is what empathy feels like huh?"

"No, this is what hell feels like…" She told him, looking him square in the eyes. "And just imagine this on top of knowing that your entire family is dead. All you would have to do is make them kill themselves and you would have a real life SAW experience."

"I know Serena. I never forgot that you had to live through this. I feel horrible for not being able to protect you better then this." He said as tears began to pool in his eyes. Andrew pressed the heels of his dirty hands against his eyes as he felt the overwhelming urge to cry.

Serena pouted and sighed curling against him. "Andrew…we'll get out of here. I know we will. You and Darien will get us out."

Andrew looked down at the little blonde woman and smiled "I'm supposed to comfort you."

"No, we're supposed to comfort each other macho pig."

He sniffled and laughed as he nodded "yup."

Darien poked around the old building that had obviously been empty for a while. "No, damn…not here either." He said as he turned back towards the officers nosing around behind him. "They aren't here, no one has been here for a long time. Not even the street bums will come in here. Undisturbed dust…everywhere." He sighed and pulled his helmet back on. "Lets get going there are at least three left."

Darien heard one of the officers mumbling behind him "Damn…these places are giving me the willies. Just look at all this dried blood; it's all over these rooms. They must have gone to hell on these people worse then we thought."

He smiled and looked over his shoulder "Those are bedrooms officer."

"Bedrooms? What are you talking about Shields?"

Darien shook his head as he exited the building, the officers keeping up with him. "What are you talking about Shields?"

"These are sick fucks we're dealing with, don't be surprised that those are just the bedrooms. You'll find all sorts of DNA samples in these places. Feces, piss, blood and cum. It's all over the place in here from the dungeons to the kitchen. This is why I'm moving so quickly because I don't want to find one of these places covered with Serena's DNA samples." Darien informed the men as he got onto his bike.

"Alright lets move!" The cops yelled running for their cars.

Darien sped off as the cops tried to keep up with him, his baggy trench coat whipping in the wind behind him. "Damn it Emerald. You better keep them alive until I get there!" he growled.

Darien slowed as he approached the last hideout he knew of, his lips parted in a snarl as he saw a big man sitting on a motorcycle, clad in black and leather and chains, his hair hidden beneath a bandanna.

He skid to a halt in front of the man immediately climbing off his bike. "Brooklyn never thought I'd see your ugly mug again."

"Same here Darien. In fact I was hoping I wouldn't have to see you ever again." The man named Brooklyn said.

"What the hell does Emerald want?"

"You and your two little blonde friends dead. She's keeping Andrew alive to keep the little bitch quiet…she hocked a loogie right in Emerald's face." Brooklyn told him.

Darien pulled his helmet off and chuckled as Brooklyn swallowed, obviously frightened at the animosity he saw on Darien's face. "Yeah, Serena would do that. So why are you here Brooklyn, and you better thank your lucky stars the cops are behind me or I'd kill your ass just because you know where Serena is."

"Before or after you got the directions to your little whores location?"

"After I choked them out of you of course." Darien said grinning.

"Listen, I'm here to tell you where she is. Emerald is counting on you wanting to save the chick." Brooklyn pulled out a map from his pocket and handed it to Darien.

"So why aren't you going to try and take me down like you did Andrew?" Darien asked pocketing the directions.

Brooklyn grinned, "I ain't that dumb. You'd kill my ass and she didn't want to raise suspicion of more then one man on a motorcycle."

Darien shook his head as he slammed his helmet across Brooklyn's face "To bad for you."

"I thought you said there was cops?" Brooklyn asked as he crawled across the ground trying to get away from Darien.

"There are. But I was able to beat them here. So I thought I should take a crack at your ass before they catch up." Darien calmly explained before kicking the already bleeding man in the face.

"You do not mess with me and mine Brooklyn!" Darien said in a singsong voice as he kicked him again. "Serena will be my wife, Andrew will be right beside me and all of you will be dead this time. Now go back to Emerald and make sure she takes a good look at your ugly face you stupid fucking son of a bitch before I take your head and shove it so far up your ass…well…you catch my drift."

The cops came just in time to see Brooklyn speeding off. The lead officer climbed out of his car. "What the hell Darien? He's getting away? Who was that?"

"An old comrade. Brooklyn. He gave me directions to Serena's whereabouts." Darien said crossing his arms.

"Alright! Lets go!"

Darien shook his head and sighed. "I would love to go marching in there, but we can't. We have to plan so that they don't get away and when I do go, you and your little doughnut buddies here will wait outside. I knew they weren't dumb enough to wait out in these old hide outs, but I hoped that there would be a clue."

"You can't go by yourself Darien! Its to dangerous."

Darien grinned, "I won't be by myself. I'll go in undercover in my old getup, get Andrew out then there will be two of us just like last time. Listen, they see cops, they'll go berserk and kill everything that moves and wears blue. It's safer for your men and me, Andrew and Serena if you wait and grab anything that runs out. I'll burn those fuckers out if I have to."

The cop nodded "I hate to do it, but I'll have to trust your judgment Darien, you did used to be apart of this kinda shit."

"Shit…that's exactly what this all is." Darien murmured as he pulled his helmet back on.

Serena curled as tightly against Andrew as she could as they heard the determined tapping of heels on the stone flooring in the hall.

"She's pissed." Andrew muttered as he held onto Serena.

"Well now!" Emerald shouted as she slammed open the door. "I'm ready for some fun!"

"Darien…" Serena said in horror thinking that they had caught him as two of the beefy guards came in and knocked both Andrew and Serena out.