"Ah, so you've been converted into a Sailor Scout." Kunzite says. "Well, this makes things very interesting."

Per my usual habit, I slam my scythe into the ground as a show of my strength, which seems to please him. I'm not here to please anyone. I am here to fight...so I charge him at full speed with my weapon flying behind me. I leap into the air and sling it straight at him, hitting the road instead. I'm not too surprised that he dodges it. He's a fast one, alright. He's also the type to keep his cool in battle. It takes a lot to ruffle his feathers so irritating him is going to be a bit of a problem.

Yanking the chain attached to my scythe, I pull it back towards me in preparation for another attack. Kunzite lands in front of me, cool and collected as always, and smirks at me. I just keep my face blank, which makes his smirk widen. He did teach me about emotions being useless in the field of battle. I guess it's sort of a compliment to him. However, I do remember that he can be rather arrogant and cocky. Maybe I can use that to my advantage...

"Come, now," Kunzite says. "Is that all you got? I'm disappointed."

I teleport myself behind him and punch him on the back of his head, sending him flying. I teleport again and use the blunt end of my scythe as a baseball bat. I never felt so satisfied making a man eat asphalt before. Maybe I should do that more often. Teleporting myself again to where he's lying, I stomp down on him hard and put my scythe under his neck, prepared to decapitate him. I really don't care if he's flesh and blood. He's still an enemy...and one that I need to destroy.

"I've taught you well. You are unlike the rest of your comrades, who are forgiving. You are the opposite, fierce and brutal."

"I've learned early in life that being forgiving gets me into trouble." I reply coldly.

Something in the forest whines and that takes me off guard, allowing Kunzite to trip me up and send me flying across the road, making me, in turn, eat asphalt. As I try to stop myself from going any further, my former master teleports in front of me and punches me in the gut before slapping me across the face. Asphalt does NOT feel good...especially if you're being thrown and dragged across it. Bouncing back onto my feet, I form a dark energy ball and throw it at my opponent. In true Kunzite style, he absorbs the attack and sends it right back to me. It just barely misses me.

Damn.

"I'm truly disappointed." He mocks me. "Of course, becoming a Sailor Scout might have weakened you."

"My being a Sailor Scout has nothing to do with it." I growl.

"You seem to forget that you were originally created to destroy them."

"No, I haven't forgotten that."

Legends call me 'The Child of Fate.' It had been fate to lead me to become to intercept the Silver Crystal. It had been fate to lead me to become a Sailor Scout. It had been fate to allow me to destroy the evil that had once consumed the entire planet. I defied my creators and I defied destiny. I will not allow anyone to tell me what to do anymore. Fuck this shit. I have had enough of being walked on and undermined. My rage boiled over and exploded.

"YOU WILL NOT CONTROL ME!" I scream. "AHHH!"

I land some very hard hits on Kunzite, allowing my anger to temporarily consume me and cause some extreme damage to Kunzite. Anger can be a very powerful weapon but it all depends on the user and the intentions of the user. Right now, I really want to send him straight into the depths of hell, where he belongs, and let him suffer for all the things that he had done. He has to atone for them...just as I have atoned for my wrongs against the world.

And so he shall, pet.

The seal on my back breaks completely, taking me by surprise, and Circe takes complete control of me. The world goes red and blood lust consumes me.


Jacob's POV

So it seems that they still exist. Sam says. And that Jacob's friend is the Child of Fate.

There's a legend among us about the Child of Fate. A female child born of darkness shall rise against her creators and defy her dark destiny. She shall become a guardian of the night and repent for her sins against humanity. Sakura is that child. I can't believe it!

I think we should worry about the fact that she knows about us. Paul responds.

He gives me this knowing look. Yeah, I did spell it out for her before I realized that the legends were actually true. Now that I know about how true they are, I'm tightly bound to secrecy...though that is a moot point now. To be fair, Sakura had a dark secret of her own as well and one I doubt that she planned on telling. I guess we're even, now.

Let's take this up with the council. Embry suggests.

Sam nods before we all see Sailor Night fall to the ground, with the silver-haired guy nowhere to be seen. She had fought with frightening speed, precision and brutality. Hell, she fought like a freaking demon! She completely trashed that asshole! No mercy whatsoever. For a moment, it was like she wasn't even human. Damn. In the time I have come to know her, she didn't display such anger...not even when she wiped the floor with that bloodsucker back in the meadow. Whatever that guy did to her, he got punished really good. I won't be surprised if she actually killed him because of that.

"Jacob, wait!"

Screw it. I don't care if I'm putting myself in harm's way. I'm not going to let Sakura die with a broken heart.