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.

A/N:

To clarify about some of the supporting characters I use, I usually just need someone to fill a small roll or someone with a certain physical description (usually hair or eye color) so I apologize for those that might not like how I use a certain character.

Ignore this next line until you read this chapter: I grew up watching the English dub of the anime which made Zoisite a woman who was involved with Malachite/Kunzite.

Darien Rothschild:

I looked to the digital clock on the dashboard and saw that it was now 10:47 p.m. Sighing, I looked to Beryl, "We've got to get back." She nodded, giving another glare to Fiore in the rearview mirror, and put the car in drive.

Although I had been absent for the last three-hundred years, Beryl was not. The fact that she didn't know that Fiore was blessed with the gift of sight was brand new information—to us. Apparently, it's why Trista sought him out in the first place.

Just like with Thomas, it was something he possessed as a human that then continued into his vampire life. What Fiore had told us just hours ago though—

o-o-o

"There's something I need to tell you both; and you're not going to like it."

Before I could respond, Beryl jumped in, "What is it now?"

Are they fighting? I looked in the mirror to see Fiore shifting uncomfortably.

"I'm just going to start from the beginning," he began. "You know how Mother pursued me three-hundred and fourteen years ago? It wasn't because she wanted to grow the Rothschild household." I turned my head to face him in the backseat. "Just like Thomas Sorenson, I have the gift of sight; ever since I was eight years old."

"What?" Beryl and I asked in unison.

"Why have you never told us?" Beryl added.

"Mother said to keep it a secret; that it was just between me and her." Fiore always called Trista "Mother," like he was still a child. "After the Sorenson's got Thomas she was jealous so she found me."

I gestured for Beryl to follow the curve and veer right at the fork, "So why tell us now?"

Fiore sat in silence and it wasn't until we begged him to get on with it that he continued. "Mother knows about Serenity."

"Knows what about Serenity?" Beryl asked. All sounds seemed to fade to dull as panic began to dominate my mind. She knows? I started to focus again as I heard Beryl shriek.

"A wolf! Darien, did you know about this?"

My silence gave my answer, but Fiore went on, "He did. He's known since he met her."

"What else have you told Mother?" I seethed.

Fiore cleared his throat, "That I am sworn to secrecy. But I do know where Andrew Sorenson is and he is quite alright."

Beryl slammed on the breaks as she pulled over to scold our brother. "You've known where he was? Why didn't you say anything?" We both knew the answer to that but the fact that our own brother chose Trista over us was appalling.

"He followed you and Serenity into the forest and then followed you to Serenity's hideaway. Mother asked him to do so," Fiore said without looking up. I wasn't sure if he was ashamed or tired of our reactions.

"Why would Drew do that?" I looked to Beryl, wondering if she would have any idea but she shrugged her shoulders. "He knows I lo—," I stopped short. "No, Trista must be blackmailing him."

"Maybe she knows about us," Beryl whispered. It was likely that she could but it didn't make sense that that would have enough pull over Drew to get him to do her bidding.

"She knows who killed Thomas."

o-o-o

Since Fiore had decided he'd shared all he could, we made our way back to the mansion. I was ready to confront Trista but I knew I needed to pick my battles carefully. She already knows about Serenity… and now she'll know where Serenity can be found. I didn't want to jeopardize her life any further but what was there left? Trista hated the wolves more than anyone I had ever met.

When we walked through the foyer I stopped with Fiore and Beryl behind me and Trista and Drew on the grand staircase just ahead.

"Venturesome, our dear sweet Andrew is," Trista said with a menacing tone. "He worked so hard to appease your Mother; why, my own dear children cannot even do that."

I looked to Drew who looked to be in visible pain. Physical; I was not sure, but something was wrong. Trista glided her hand up his arm sensually and when it rested on the back of his neck, she shoved him down the stairs effortlessly. Beryl screamed as she rushed to the foot of the steps to lift his unconscious head to her lap.

Her fingers trembled up as we all observed the red substance she retrieved from his lips. "You poisoned him," Beryl accused. Trista snickered and flung her hair over her shoulder.

"With the blood of your brother's girlfriend."

All eyes fell on me but my question was not the one they wanted the answer to. "Where is Serenity?"

Trista smiled evilly, "Your father has been calling forth the council and all their contacts." I looked around as I noticed other vampires had been lurking in the shadows of the dimly lit mansion. "Honoria, Amara, and Michelle are taking very good care of the wolf princess."

"She's a queen!" I corrected.

"So it's confirmed," Trista said, motioning to the vampires that had gathered. "My son, the traitor." One of the vampires, whom I recalled as Jadeite from my past, walked forward and placed a sensual kiss on her shoulder. "Send him to the basement where the wolf is, but Jade," he watched her, "keep him in a different room than Damien."

My eyes widened at the mention of my father. Before I could comment further, I was swarmed with vampires pulling and tugging at the command of Jadeite. My eyes pleaded with Beryl and Fiore as my mouth with bound with a long piece of fabric but they no longer looked my way. Fiore stood there stoic while Beryl sobbed and moaned over Andrew.

Shiloh Volkov:

It had been a few hours since Serenity ran off but I was exercising caution with how I responded to her actions this time. I couldn't very well let Raye see me trying to dictate our Queen's actions again. It doesn't mean she doesn't like me; maybe it was just too much for her in the moment.

I heard Mina in her room attempting her communication spell again and wondered when she would give it a rest. My mother walked into the library ahead of me and I followed her in.

"Good evening," she said sweetly. Her long black hair was down in its natural waves. "How was the run?"

I tied my own hair back again, "Not bad. We covered a good amount of distance but I hear there's a large group coming tomorrow, and another the day after."

"You could always delegate, dear," she replied. "How is Serenity?"

I shook my head, "I couldn't tell you. She ran off again."

My mother pursed her lips, "That wouldn't happen to have something to do with you, now would it?" My silence caused her to sigh, "I knew it; your father got to you, didn't he?"

"What do you mean?" I tried to play dumb.

She saw right through it. "You shouldn't be playing with the Queen's heart. She's new to everything around her, there's a war looming and it's not the time to be making romantic advancements."

"What if she reciprocates?"

My mother sighed, "To reciprocate, you yourself would have to first have feelings for her and I know that you do not."

How could she possibly know the matters of my heart? "That is not true, Mother," I stood up. "I love Serenity, despite her shortcomings."

"You love her title and do not realize it," her voice raised. "The men in this family are obsessed with power. The Volkov family has been guardians of the royal line since the beginning of time but there is a limit to how much power our minds can withstand. Do not confuse yourself with royalty, Shiloh."

I wanted to storm off to end the conversation but out of respect I stayed. "Well, for the royal line to exist there has to be a marriage, no?"

"You are right, but what makes you think that you are her soulmate? Have you any foresight into the future?" She knows that doesn't exist. "Shiloh, heed my advice and keep whatever feelings you think you have at bay until this war is over with; no matter how long that might take." My mother dipped her head giving me the okay to leave the room.

As I turned the corner I saw something weird glowing from underneath Mina's door. I banged on the door asking for her but she would not respond. Banging again, I caught the attention of Lita and Raye down the hall.

"What's the matter?" Lita asked.

"The door won't open and she's not responding," I replied. I gathered up my strength and drove my shoulder into the door. It burst open and I fell to the ground in a pile of splinters. Lita and Raye gasped and I looked up to see what the commotion had been about.

In front of us stood a glowing figure of a ginger-haired woman, dressed in attire that seemed extremely dated. I looked around her to see Mina staring in awe. "It's my ancestor, Zoisite," she whispered almost to herself.

Zoisite chuckled, "Please, I've always hated the name my father gave me. Call me Zoë."

I gulped as I stood up to join Raye and Lita at the door. "What's going on here?" I asked.

"I believe I've been called for help," the spirit turned towards Mina, "That is why you've called for me?"

Mina nodded quickly. "Yes. We have a vampire prophecy here," she knelt down looking for the book, "and we need to clarify a word."

Zoë clicked her tongue, "Worry not about that silly text. I know what answers you seek." We all waited for the glowing figure to continue, "Six-hundred years ago my family lived in a village at the foothills of the Pyrenees. It was there that I had a friend I had grown up with and saw become a happy wife to an older man.

"Her father had arranged the marriage and for the first year it was a happy time in their lives. When she became pregnant I helped her care for her body as the baby grew inside, but not everything is in control of those who try to harness natural magic.

"After a complicated labor, she lost the baby, a boy, and became distraught. Her husband could not soothe her pain as she mourned her child's death and it caused a rift in their marriage. Though many would attempt another pregnancy, my friend refused her husband's advances until the night that he could no longer accept her outlook."

"So he attacked her?" I asked. The spirit hissed at me and I suddenly felt my back up against the wall in fear.

"He did attack her. When she made it through the woods to my hut, she was covered in blood, scratches and slowly surfacing bruises. I tried to calm her down to heal her but she was insistent that I do more. She wanted to be free from the pain of losing a child, from the pain of not being able to protect herself from men—protection from death."

Lita whispered to Raye, "I don't like where this is going."

"So I helped her as she had requested. But now that she was strong, she had power even over me; power that she took advantage of time and time again.

"She found others that she wanted me to bless this new gift with but after the tenth immortal being I had to find a way to stop this. Age still had its hold on me so I had to act quickly. Using that excuse, I conversed with her on how, unlike her, I would not live forever and would be unable to continue with the expansion of 'her people' as she coined them.

"I gave her a prophecy of an ideal that would allow her more power; something I knew she craved. But not all was as it seemed."

The glow began to fade and we all looked to Mina who looked frantic, "Wait! Don't go. We need to know more!"

Zoë smiled. "You need to find your Queen Serenity. She is in grave danger."

My heart dropped at the mention of Serenity. "Do you know where she is? Does someone have her?" I pleaded as the glowing figure continued to fade away.

"Blood is the key," the spirit said as she disappeared. We all looked to each other and then I noticed the women were all looking at me.

"Queen Serenity," Raye trailed off.

"We have to find her," Lita demanded. "We'll have to get the wolves out searching for her; we'll cover more ground that way."

Mina was shaking her head, "I think I might know where she could be."

Serenity Whelan:

I couldn't tell how long I had been chained up, but I knew that it had been at least a handful of days. My mind was plagued with hallucinations which I chalked up to the limited food I was being fed and the chains on my wrists.

Silver, as I had discerned my first night here. The inside of the cuffs were lined with long spikes that poked into the constant wounds anytime I moved.

So I kept myself still to save up what little energy I had. It might be the only chance I have of surviving this place.

I wished Darien was here to help me; so much so that I had imagined his voice several times already. The room I was in was dark without any windows so, at times, it was hard to tell if my eyes were open or shut.

I was so tired. No matter how I tried to sleep on that cold floor, the cuffs would dig into my wrists making it difficult to lull to sleep. When I did sleep, I dreamt of my father. I imagined him standing next to my mother at high school graduation, with his long, silvery hair and happy smile. It was just a dream though, as he never saw me walk for my diploma.

"Have you seen—seen my fa—," I mumbled. "H—his name is Artemis. I—I need t—to find him."

"Who's Artemis?" I thought I heard Darien say as I began to wake up once again. "Serenity?"

I sat up and winced in pain. "Stop it!" I shouted. "Go away." Despite the pain, I brought my hands up to my ears to block the sound but it would be pointless as the voices were in my head. A muffled mention of my name caused me to drop my hands. "D—Darien?" I asked.

"Finally," I could hear him smile. "I've been trying to talk to you for four days now." I tried to sit up fully so that I could look for him. "Don't try to find me; I'm bolted to the opposite wall. I don't want you hurting yourself more."

Tears began to pool in my eyes but I tried desperately to stop it. They only give me so much water as it is. "Where are we?"

"My house," he replied, "but obviously we're not down here under my orders. I'm sorry, Serenity."

I wanted to tell him that there was no need for him to apologize but the lack of sleep caused me to black out.

Again, I dreamt of my father, but this time he looked different. There seemed to be a glimmering light around him and he didn't smile.

"Serena," he said. "Serena, I've been trying to talk to you. Child, do you hear me?"

I nodded, "Yes, Papa."

His lips turned upwards into a smile, "It's time, Serena."

"Time for what?"

Another figure appeared before me, one dressed more regally and in a much older style of clothing. His long silver hair was styled back and shone brightly. "Serenity, you must save them. It is time."

Again, I asked, "Time for what? What's going on?"

My father and the mysterious man looked to each other. "Serena, my name is Malachite. I am yours and your father's ancestor. We've come to help you; help you help them."

"Who are we helping?"

"The blood seekers; we have the cure to their plague," my father stated. "It is you who will give it to them."

My vision fogged but then became clear again. "The vampires? Why would we do that?"

"Because they have been cursed and it is up to us to save them," Malachite said. "Our wolf blood is filled with healing properties; it's what restores us so quickly. I was the King six-hundred years ago and gifted a vial of my wolf blood to a maiden I adored. I could not marry her but I wanted to keep her safe in case of danger.

"When a friend came to her in a time of need, she gave up my gift to save this friend. The woman I loved possessed a talent for channeling the elements to use them at will."

I took a deep breath, "She was a witch."

"Precisely," my father said. "But the spell she created with the vial… she manipulated the healing essence of the blood causing it to work indefinitely. It produced a plague on this Earth; one that still exists today."

"Vampires," I clarified.

"Yes," Malachite replied. "It began with a woman named Trista. Since then, the plague has only grown; affecting nearly every continent on the planet. It is time that we put an end to it."

"Why me?" I asked.

They both smiled. My father knelt down to me, "Because, sweetheart, you have our blood running through your veins."

I spoke to myself, "Royal wolf blood is the cure to vampirism."

"Yes," they both said.

I noticed a familiar sound calling for me as my vision went foggy again. As the image of my father and the King faded away I saw them plead for me to stop. My body jolted up and pain coursed through my arms.

"Serenity," Darien whispered loudly. "What did you just say?"

I mumbled to myself and then found the strength to sit up. "What do you mean?"

"Did you just say that your blood was a cure for vampirism?"

I thought for a moment and then remembered. "I think I was having a dream. It was weird though; my father was there and someone who said he used to be the Wolf King six-hundred years ago."

Darien Rothschild:

A cure? I didn't think such a thing could exist. It could explain what happened in the forest, but I feel normal now. I looked to my hand. "Maybe you had a vision or something; a crossing of the past with your present. Did they say anything else?" I asked.

Serenity was quiet, possibly gathering her thoughts. "What did you say your mother's name was again?"

What does that have to—, "Trista Rothschild."

I continued to wait for Serenity to respond but instead I heard groaning from down the hallway. Father. He was awake again and I wondered how long before his rage would cause the posted vampires to return.

For days I could hear the beatings and smell the blood that came from his aching body. Indistinct conversation took place between blows and I wondered if it were the same person each time.

The cellar door opened and I worried if this time they would end his life. Instead, the walking continued and approached the room Serenity and I were holed up in. It's not time for Serenity's dinner yet. They were only feeding her small scraps to keep her alive. For what reason, I did not know.

"Well, little wolf," the familiar voice said in the darkness, "you're looking awfully thin."

I wanted to rip her throat from her body. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to attack but I knew it would be of no use. Without proper nourishment, we were too weak.

"Why are you keeping us here?" Serenity asked.

Trista snickered, "Surely you know what happened in the forest when my son drank from you."

"But I'm fine, Trista," I interjected.

She thought for a moment, "Perhaps it wasn't enough. I don't suppose I gave Andrew too much either."

He's still alive. "Where is he now?"

I could hear a shuffle of skirts and then a rattle of Serenity's chains. "He's preoccupied; your brother and sister too."

Serenity whimpered and then started to cry. "Please, just go away. Leave us alone."

"Oh, come now, little wolf. You don't want to die down here," Trista sounded almost motherly. The chains clanked again and I realized that Trista was torturing Serenity. I recoiled from the sounds of Serenity's screams, tears welling up in my eyes.

It seemed to go on all afternoon and there was nothing I could do to drown the noises out. When Trista finally left, I begged Serenity to say something to me; anything. If it weren't for the chains rattling on the floor, likely from her body shaking in pain, I would have thought she died.

"We'll get through this, Serenity," I whispered, more to myself than anything. "We have to. We have to."