~*~ General Disclaimer~*~ ((We all know I did not create Sailor Moon, or any of the main characters. Anyone who thinks I did... well
I could only wish. All the rights and tittles go to the real creater of Sailor Moon, cause she did a great job of creating
a story we all enjoy and love))
Chapter 1
Fresh air rushed in as she finally made her way into the alley. Opening the door slowly she made sure no one was
about before carefully stepping out. The alley was dark; almost as dark as the building she had just left, but not
quite. She glanced back once, and only once hoping that he wouldn't find her in the open but she had to hurry. She made
her way to the mouth of the alley and to the darkly lit street. The lamps had either burned out, or been broken by some
hoodlum, and right now the dark was not what she needed. She ran as best she could in broken heels toward a street with
better lighting and more people. Maybe she could lose herself in the crowd.
No. Then again maybe not. With her dress torn, and odd bits of skin showing, she would be more likely to lose herself on
a street corner selling her body to the highest bidder. The thought repulsed her even as she thought it. No she would
have to find somewhere to go. As she walked she thought hard. There was only one place she could be safe, but it was almost
as dangerous for her there as with him. Really, she had no choice. She looked up to see where she was, and noticed that he
feet had taken her to the one place she did not want to go. The Bloodfest.
The club looked almost normal, a tall brick building probably once a warehouse of some sort, except it had no windows and
the only way to know it was there was the blood red sign over its dented metal door. The symbolism wasn't lost on her.
Stepping up to the door she felt eyes on her, but betraying nothing she rapped sharply on the door. After a long moment the
door opened. Quickly she stepped inside and shut it behind her. It was pitch black in here, but she had no problem seeing
as she made her way to the second door. A soft blue light enveloped her as she opened it and stepped inside the chamber. It
was oddly comforting considering the company it housed and she new it was irrational, but the blue had a calming effect
that she needed right now.
A young girl in a French maid uniform appeared through a sliding panel in the metal walls holding a small silver tray. On
it was two glasses. One filled with a substance that looked like red wine, and the other water. The girl, who was blond
and almost pretty, held the tray out waiting for a decision. Knowing she would more than likely not get the help she
needed where she not herself she took the red one and gulped it down without tasting it. Energy almost immediately infused
her body, energy she would undoubtedly need. She stood taller, and held her head up staring the young girl in the eye.
This was not what the poor girl expected of a ragged woman barely older than herself, and a hint of fear sparked in her eyes.
The girl held up the tray again and she unfastened the chain about her neck. A solid silver cross slid from around
her neck, and thunked on the tray. She also unfastened a thigh holster that held a 7 mm Firestar, and handed that to the
girl as well. The girl just looked at her, and sighing, she undid her earrings, and took off the small vials of holy water
too. Those took place next to the necklace. The girl looked her over, but she didn't move to take anything else off. She
was handed a small tab with a number on it, as if she had a pocket to place it in. The girl disappeared through the sliding
door, and another opened. Cautiously she walked through knowing exactly what to expect.
Rhythmic music pulsed through her bones, through the air, through the building itself. It was a kind of music one
could sway to and lose track of their mind, body, and soul, especially your soul. She did not want to be here, and for a
moment she almost turned back, but the thought of what was searching for her pushed her on. On toward her fate, whatever
it held. Quickly, and with a sure stride she didn't feel, she walked toward the office. Two left turns, one right, one
more left, and suddenly, as though she had not actually believed it would come to this, she found herself in front of the
door.
Nothing marked the door as special. It looked the same as any other metal door in the world, but any other door
would not mask the same sort of evil that lurked behind this one. Stop thinking! She ordered herself, and she raised a
pale hand against the door. As she knew it would, the door slid open revealing a large black room. Black, the same
absorbing black as the sky above, the same black that her dress had once been, the absence of all color. Ironic. Fuzzy
stuff, probably fleece, covered the walls making it seem as though a person should be comfortable here. A misconception
that could get a person killed. She entered the room, and the door slid shut behind her with an inaudible snick. A voice
came to her as though body-less and hollow.
"So you come here when you need help. The hunter of my kind seeks the services of her prey. Why?" He mocked her while
she could detect real curiosity. His voice was deep and rich. She knew that while others of his kind had the ability to
capture minds with their voices his was real. It unnerved her.
"I knew this was a mistake." Her voice caught just a little, but was still its crystal pure. She took a step back,
and was prepared to leave.
"Stop." The voice held the power of a command behind it, and just to prove she could, she took another step.
"I never said I would not help you, hunter."
"As you said, one should not seek help from their prey, and you are the ultimate prey aren't you." Rule number one
when dealing with his kind: always flatter them. He chuckled knowingly.
"Yes. And you, of course, are the one to admit it. Hmm...." Still he had not shown himself, and she did not know
whether or not to count that as a blessing. Finally he seemed to come to a decision. "Okay hunter, I will help you." She
was shocked, but then a slow smile spread across her face.
"What's the catch? What do you get out of this?" Her voice was thick with suspicion and she stood with her hands
on her hips like someone who is expecting some sort of bombshell of information to be dropped on her.
"No catch really, just the pleasure of your company on certain occasions, and for you to show me what else you
brought here in the way of weapons." He said as though it were the easiest thing in the world. She thought it over, and
knew she had no other choice.
"Fine." Moving her long blond hair to the side, she revealed the sheath of a long sword. It ran along her backbone,
and as long as she did not sit down, was virtually undetectable. She unsheathed it, and set it on the floor in front of
her, then pulled off the chain that was wrapped around her hair. A small silver cross the size of her thumbnail swung
from the end. When it became free of her hair, it blazed with a white light, and she wrapped it in a fold of ripped cloth
from her dress setting it next to the sword. From the tops of her boots she took two silver daggers, and two throwing
spikes that were silver too. The soles of her boots were removable and inside were two bottles of silver nitrate. She set
those before her too, and replaced the soles.
"That's all?" He asked clearly shocked. He had not realized that he had been in so much danger.
"Grr... No." She unwound a fine spider wire filament from about her arm where it had been all but invisible.
Carefully she placed it near the hilt of her sword. "There. Happy now?" She was beginning to be irritable. She could
feel his presence pressing on her with an almost physical power, and it was all she could do from moving back. From the
corner of her eye she caught a small bit of movement and she grabbed the arm reaching for her digging her ring in to his
skin. The silver burned him, and he wrested his arm from her grasp.
"How did you see me?" He gasped out, and she had no choice but to turn and face him. His gaze went strait
to her eyes, and unlike any person he had ever known, she stared back. She was slightly shocked that the eyes of such a
monster could be such a beautiful blue, almost peaceful, and very deep. She did not let herself get drawn into them as
anyone else would have, but there was more there than anyone especially her expected. He, on the other hand, was shocked
to the bone that such a small creature had the strength of mind to withstand him. In addition, he was a little surprised
at how beautiful she had become. Long golden tresses, graceful curves and stature. It was almost a pity that they were
enemies. Almost. The hard look on her face brought him back to attention.
"You move to slow." Was all the answer she would give him. Turning her back on him, she began to replace the
weapons. When she was finished she turned back to him. He was holding a locket in the shape of a star. "What's that for?"
"It is so I can keep tabs on you. If you need help, or run into trouble, it will let me know and I will be there." He moved to hand her the locket, but her sentence cut him off.
"Goddess bless. Who would believe that two lifelong enemies would be helping each other out?" She noticed his glare.
"You know as well as I, that if I am killed that no one else will oppose what is coming." His glare turned to a look of
defiance. "You wouldn't be enough." He handed her the locket. When it touched her hand, the locket sprung open, and a
sweet melody began to play. He stared at both her and it. She did not notice.
"How is this possible?" He asked under his breath. She continued to gaze at the locket mesmerized.
"I know this tune." She said almost as softly. "Somehow, I know this tune." She repeated. He reached over, and
shut the locket stopping the tune. He did not move his hand away, and she looked up to see pain in his eyes. She knew
the pain almost as well as she knew her own self.
"Serena, do not play the locket, please." He asked her. His voice struck a cord in her, and she wanted to
comfort him. That was not possible, was it?
"Alright Darien." she answered, and went to the door. She turned back to see him standing in the room looking
very lost. Quietly she went back out into the night.
I could only wish. All the rights and tittles go to the real creater of Sailor Moon, cause she did a great job of creating
a story we all enjoy and love))
Chapter 1
Fresh air rushed in as she finally made her way into the alley. Opening the door slowly she made sure no one was
about before carefully stepping out. The alley was dark; almost as dark as the building she had just left, but not
quite. She glanced back once, and only once hoping that he wouldn't find her in the open but she had to hurry. She made
her way to the mouth of the alley and to the darkly lit street. The lamps had either burned out, or been broken by some
hoodlum, and right now the dark was not what she needed. She ran as best she could in broken heels toward a street with
better lighting and more people. Maybe she could lose herself in the crowd.
No. Then again maybe not. With her dress torn, and odd bits of skin showing, she would be more likely to lose herself on
a street corner selling her body to the highest bidder. The thought repulsed her even as she thought it. No she would
have to find somewhere to go. As she walked she thought hard. There was only one place she could be safe, but it was almost
as dangerous for her there as with him. Really, she had no choice. She looked up to see where she was, and noticed that he
feet had taken her to the one place she did not want to go. The Bloodfest.
The club looked almost normal, a tall brick building probably once a warehouse of some sort, except it had no windows and
the only way to know it was there was the blood red sign over its dented metal door. The symbolism wasn't lost on her.
Stepping up to the door she felt eyes on her, but betraying nothing she rapped sharply on the door. After a long moment the
door opened. Quickly she stepped inside and shut it behind her. It was pitch black in here, but she had no problem seeing
as she made her way to the second door. A soft blue light enveloped her as she opened it and stepped inside the chamber. It
was oddly comforting considering the company it housed and she new it was irrational, but the blue had a calming effect
that she needed right now.
A young girl in a French maid uniform appeared through a sliding panel in the metal walls holding a small silver tray. On
it was two glasses. One filled with a substance that looked like red wine, and the other water. The girl, who was blond
and almost pretty, held the tray out waiting for a decision. Knowing she would more than likely not get the help she
needed where she not herself she took the red one and gulped it down without tasting it. Energy almost immediately infused
her body, energy she would undoubtedly need. She stood taller, and held her head up staring the young girl in the eye.
This was not what the poor girl expected of a ragged woman barely older than herself, and a hint of fear sparked in her eyes.
The girl held up the tray again and she unfastened the chain about her neck. A solid silver cross slid from around
her neck, and thunked on the tray. She also unfastened a thigh holster that held a 7 mm Firestar, and handed that to the
girl as well. The girl just looked at her, and sighing, she undid her earrings, and took off the small vials of holy water
too. Those took place next to the necklace. The girl looked her over, but she didn't move to take anything else off. She
was handed a small tab with a number on it, as if she had a pocket to place it in. The girl disappeared through the sliding
door, and another opened. Cautiously she walked through knowing exactly what to expect.
Rhythmic music pulsed through her bones, through the air, through the building itself. It was a kind of music one
could sway to and lose track of their mind, body, and soul, especially your soul. She did not want to be here, and for a
moment she almost turned back, but the thought of what was searching for her pushed her on. On toward her fate, whatever
it held. Quickly, and with a sure stride she didn't feel, she walked toward the office. Two left turns, one right, one
more left, and suddenly, as though she had not actually believed it would come to this, she found herself in front of the
door.
Nothing marked the door as special. It looked the same as any other metal door in the world, but any other door
would not mask the same sort of evil that lurked behind this one. Stop thinking! She ordered herself, and she raised a
pale hand against the door. As she knew it would, the door slid open revealing a large black room. Black, the same
absorbing black as the sky above, the same black that her dress had once been, the absence of all color. Ironic. Fuzzy
stuff, probably fleece, covered the walls making it seem as though a person should be comfortable here. A misconception
that could get a person killed. She entered the room, and the door slid shut behind her with an inaudible snick. A voice
came to her as though body-less and hollow.
"So you come here when you need help. The hunter of my kind seeks the services of her prey. Why?" He mocked her while
she could detect real curiosity. His voice was deep and rich. She knew that while others of his kind had the ability to
capture minds with their voices his was real. It unnerved her.
"I knew this was a mistake." Her voice caught just a little, but was still its crystal pure. She took a step back,
and was prepared to leave.
"Stop." The voice held the power of a command behind it, and just to prove she could, she took another step.
"I never said I would not help you, hunter."
"As you said, one should not seek help from their prey, and you are the ultimate prey aren't you." Rule number one
when dealing with his kind: always flatter them. He chuckled knowingly.
"Yes. And you, of course, are the one to admit it. Hmm...." Still he had not shown himself, and she did not know
whether or not to count that as a blessing. Finally he seemed to come to a decision. "Okay hunter, I will help you." She
was shocked, but then a slow smile spread across her face.
"What's the catch? What do you get out of this?" Her voice was thick with suspicion and she stood with her hands
on her hips like someone who is expecting some sort of bombshell of information to be dropped on her.
"No catch really, just the pleasure of your company on certain occasions, and for you to show me what else you
brought here in the way of weapons." He said as though it were the easiest thing in the world. She thought it over, and
knew she had no other choice.
"Fine." Moving her long blond hair to the side, she revealed the sheath of a long sword. It ran along her backbone,
and as long as she did not sit down, was virtually undetectable. She unsheathed it, and set it on the floor in front of
her, then pulled off the chain that was wrapped around her hair. A small silver cross the size of her thumbnail swung
from the end. When it became free of her hair, it blazed with a white light, and she wrapped it in a fold of ripped cloth
from her dress setting it next to the sword. From the tops of her boots she took two silver daggers, and two throwing
spikes that were silver too. The soles of her boots were removable and inside were two bottles of silver nitrate. She set
those before her too, and replaced the soles.
"That's all?" He asked clearly shocked. He had not realized that he had been in so much danger.
"Grr... No." She unwound a fine spider wire filament from about her arm where it had been all but invisible.
Carefully she placed it near the hilt of her sword. "There. Happy now?" She was beginning to be irritable. She could
feel his presence pressing on her with an almost physical power, and it was all she could do from moving back. From the
corner of her eye she caught a small bit of movement and she grabbed the arm reaching for her digging her ring in to his
skin. The silver burned him, and he wrested his arm from her grasp.
"How did you see me?" He gasped out, and she had no choice but to turn and face him. His gaze went strait
to her eyes, and unlike any person he had ever known, she stared back. She was slightly shocked that the eyes of such a
monster could be such a beautiful blue, almost peaceful, and very deep. She did not let herself get drawn into them as
anyone else would have, but there was more there than anyone especially her expected. He, on the other hand, was shocked
to the bone that such a small creature had the strength of mind to withstand him. In addition, he was a little surprised
at how beautiful she had become. Long golden tresses, graceful curves and stature. It was almost a pity that they were
enemies. Almost. The hard look on her face brought him back to attention.
"You move to slow." Was all the answer she would give him. Turning her back on him, she began to replace the
weapons. When she was finished she turned back to him. He was holding a locket in the shape of a star. "What's that for?"
"It is so I can keep tabs on you. If you need help, or run into trouble, it will let me know and I will be there." He moved to hand her the locket, but her sentence cut him off.
"Goddess bless. Who would believe that two lifelong enemies would be helping each other out?" She noticed his glare.
"You know as well as I, that if I am killed that no one else will oppose what is coming." His glare turned to a look of
defiance. "You wouldn't be enough." He handed her the locket. When it touched her hand, the locket sprung open, and a
sweet melody began to play. He stared at both her and it. She did not notice.
"How is this possible?" He asked under his breath. She continued to gaze at the locket mesmerized.
"I know this tune." She said almost as softly. "Somehow, I know this tune." She repeated. He reached over, and
shut the locket stopping the tune. He did not move his hand away, and she looked up to see pain in his eyes. She knew
the pain almost as well as she knew her own self.
"Serena, do not play the locket, please." He asked her. His voice struck a cord in her, and she wanted to
comfort him. That was not possible, was it?
"Alright Darien." she answered, and went to the door. She turned back to see him standing in the room looking
very lost. Quietly she went back out into the night.