A.N: *Whispering* Shhh! I'm supposed to be grounded from the computer,
but I just had to post this! Hope you like it.
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Beryl leaned back on her throne, tracing the edge of the arm rests with her fingers sub-consciously. Looking at her you might think she was in a tolerant mood. However, the simple fact that she was neither frowning, nor glaring, had absolutely nothing to do with her mood.
No, she hadn't yelled or ranted in a while. And no, she hadn't destroyed one of her followers in an angry rage.
That wasn't always a good thing.
Her anger was building, rapidly turning into a torrent of rage that consumed every part of her. Why exactly was she angry?
Perhaps it was because she had yet to kill Sailor Moon. It could even have been because the Scout's were still alive, stubbornly hanging on to their pitiful existence no matter how much Eliar tormented them. If her anger was simply because of that, she could have easily killed them herself, but as it stood, she wanted them to suffer. She wanted them to see their leader die before they followed.
No, that had little to do with it. She was angry because she knew, even if she had wanted to deny it, that she had lost. Ever since the moon brat's friend had been attacked, she had known she had lost. In the Silver Millennium, it had been the queen's anguish and deep sadness that had given her the strength to avenge her daughters death, as well as those that had protected her. It had givin the queen the power that had completely obliterated her forces, destroying her army in barely a fraction of the time it had taken to attack.
Serenity was her mothers daughter, taking after her every aspect. She would come to fight, and she would use her heart and her crystal to destroy everything Beryl had worked so hard for.
And chances are, she would win.
Beryl was no fool. Sure she was stronger, and sure, for a while there it had looked like she would beat the moon princess…But Sailor Moon had also become stronger, and with her newfound need for vengeance, that power had almost tripled. She was not one to disillusion herself, and so she had been sitting in her throne for the last hour contemplating her fate.
A cold smirk made its way to her face. Even if she would lose, Beryl planned on fighting her hardest, and if she couldn't kill Sailor Moon, she would at least kill her friends before the fight ended.
Either way, Beryl planned on going out with a bang.
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Serena's eyes fluttered slightly, opening slowly once the pain of the brightness in the room faded. Had it been real? Or had she just dreamed that Darien had been in her thoughts, breaking her out of her depression.
A low moan scattered her thoughts and she turned her head, looking with slight surprise at Darien's sleeping form. He was slumped in a rather uncomfortable looking chair, his head resting in his folded arms at the edge of the hospital bed as he slept somewhat fitfully.
How long had he been like that? Sitting up carefully, trying her hardest not to wake him up, Serena watched him sleep. There was a dull pounding in her head and her arm protested to every movement she made, but thanks to whatever pain killers they had given her, she was able to bare the slight discomfort. Reaching out, she tentively brushed a few stray locks of hair from Darien's closed eyes, barely touching his smooth skin with her fingertips.
However, her slight touch had been enough to wake him, and before she had even had time to draw back her hand, it was grasped in both of his own. His eyes bore into hers, studying her carefully as if to make sure she was actually really there. "Serena?" His voice slightly wavered, coming out in barely a whisper. She nodded, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek.
"Thank you." Her tone was soft, and even as the words came out she was hugging him. He didn't need to ask her what for, he knew what she meant without her having to say a word.
Pulling away after a brief moment, she threw off the hospital blankets and stood, somewhat shakily, pausing only to rip out the i.v in her arm before heading to where her clothes were. Darien got up in protest, rushing over to her, but she just smiled at him and shook her head.
"I can heal myself with the crystal. Don't worry about me Darien, I'm okay. Really."
"But do you have enough strength?" He sat at the edge of the bed, watching her warily.
Wordlessly, Serena concentrated until the Silver Crystal floated gently above her cupped hands. Darien watched as she closed her eyes and let a soft silver glow envelope her, causing her to lift slightly. Her visible wounds began to slowly disappear, healing before his very eyes until there was no longer a single flaw on her body. The glow dissipated, leaving a completely refreshed Serena standing before him.
"See? I'm fine." The crystal disappeared and she picked up her clothes, heading into the bathroom only to return a few moments later. Darien stood and walked over to her, hugging her tightly to him as if she would vanish if he didn't. Understanding he had been worried, she let him hold her, taking the chance to let some of her magic flow into him and restore his strength through their contact.
Darien could feel what she was doing, but he refused to release her. When the trickle of magic cut off, he slightly shifted away from her, just to lean down and softly kiss her lips, cherishing their silky feel.
When he pulled away, Serena buried her head in his chest, clutching his shirt in her fists. "I love you, Darien." She whispered, her eye's closed.
"I love you too, Serena" He murmured. Pulling away from him once again, she let the determination steel her features, her expression set in an oddly calm look.
It was either now, or never. "How can we get into the Negaverse?" Her voice was oddly devoid of emotion, somewhat cold and seemingly uncaring.
"The only way I can think of is to teleport." He frowned. "However, she will know once we get there."
"We have no choice." Serena clasped her broach and whispered her transformation words, soon being replaced with the silver clad warrior of the moon. Darien, following her lead, pulled out a rose and became Tuxedo Mask, readying for her to make the first move.
In the back of her mind, Serena wished she could say goodbye to Luna and Artimis, just in case, but she had no time to go looking for them. Sighing, she took Tuxedo Mask's hand and concentrated on getting to the Negaverse, following the feel of her scout's somewhat faded powers to find the location.
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Eliar laughed as Sailor Jupiter's head slumped down in defeat. Who would have thought she'd have so much fun in one day? Shaking the blood off of her whip, she turned to Sailor Mars, the most defiant scout in the group.
Before she could do anything, she was interrupted by the sound of shoes clicking on the cavern floors, the dull noise echoing louder with each step. Turning, she was greeted by the sight of Queen Beryl coming to a stop before her, her eyes hard and angered.
"If you feel a slight disturbance, like a shift in magic, I want you to kill all four of them. Immediately." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. "That means don't stop to relish it, just do it. I want them dead the very minute after it's felt, do you understand?"
Eliar bowed low, grinning. "Of course your majesty."
Without replying, the queen turned and left, retreating back to her throne.
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Sailor Moon opened her eyes, only to be greeted with the sight of the object of her hate sitting directly across from her. Her grip on Tuxedo Mask's hand tightened slightly, drawing strength from him.
Queen Beryl smiled coldly, standing with her staff loosely held in one hand. "So you've finally come."
"No speeches Beryl! I didn't come here to talk, I came here to kill you. No more waiting." Sailor Moon's smile was just as cold.
"Very well." Beryl raised her staff, twirling it while black energy built around her. Before Sailor Moon could do anything, Beryl had created copies of herself and it seemed she stood all around the two, each clone directly resembling the next. No move was made despite this however, and it seemed Beryl was waiting patiently for something to happen before she proceeded.
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Eliar froze when she felt the air around her crackle slightly with energy. This was what Beryl must have meant by feeling a disturbance.
Frowning slightly that play time was over, she formed a blade of dark purple energy and moved over to the closest scout, Sailor Mercury. Smiling, she cold heartedly slit the young girls throat, before moving on to Venus.
When she had done the same to all, she stepped back and admired her handiwork, laughing at the fact it had all been so easy.
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Sailor Moon's eyes widened and she collapsed to her hands and knees when a large amount of energy seemed to rip away from her. Crying out, she watched as four brightly colored streaks of energy exploded away from her and vanished. She knew what this meant.
Her scouts were dead.
Beryl, seeing her chance, stepped forward ahead of her copies, facing Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Moon from behind. Not uttering a sound, she formed a deadly looking spike of energy and sent it flying into Tuxedo Mask, watching in satisfaction as he sank to his knees, the spike going through his back and protruding through his stomach.
It had been so incredibly easy.
Sailor Moon stared at him in shock, watching in horror as he coughed up blood. Looking in her eyes, he smiled apologetically before slumping over on the cold ground.
Screaming in rage, Sailor Moon stood and whirled on Beryl, sending a disc of silver energy hurtling at her enemy. With no time to react, Beryl was hit dead on and was thrown backwards to the ground, her copies vanishing.
Not giving her the chance to raise, Sailor Moon pointed the index finger of one hand above her, the other hand pointing in Beryl's direction. "Moonbeam Strike!" Silver streaks of light shot down to the her raised hand, followed by swirls of energy making its way down one arm and to the other, building up in the hand pointing to the queen. A beam of silver light shot towards Beryl, but she had blocked it at the last minute with her staff.
So caught up in her grief, Sailor Moon barely noticed as Beryl hit her with an attack of her own. All she wanted was for this to end. All of this. Her life had been stolen from her, replaced with a constant war that had lasted a thousand years. Would she ever have peace? Her friends were dead. Her love was lying at her feet. She had nothing more to give. When she fought, she fought for love and justice, but where was the justice in how her life had been taken and destroyed so easily? Nothing could ever fix the fact it was all over. No matter the outcome, she had already lost.
Closing her eyes, she brought the crystal forth, letting the power she was using transform her into the princess. She didn't want to bother fighting. Eventually, she would have resorted to this anyway, and seeing as how she had no reason to hold back, she just wanted to get it over with.
Sending all her strength into the crystal, she used everything she had to command it to its final task.
'Please, defeat the evil from this world. Make everything right.'
There was a flash of light brighter then the sun, and with all of her energy used, Serenity's eyes went blank and her heart stopped as she collapsed to the floor beside her prince.
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A.N: Well, only one chapter left!! Please review, and depending on how many I get, I may update this story before the end of the week!
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Beryl leaned back on her throne, tracing the edge of the arm rests with her fingers sub-consciously. Looking at her you might think she was in a tolerant mood. However, the simple fact that she was neither frowning, nor glaring, had absolutely nothing to do with her mood.
No, she hadn't yelled or ranted in a while. And no, she hadn't destroyed one of her followers in an angry rage.
That wasn't always a good thing.
Her anger was building, rapidly turning into a torrent of rage that consumed every part of her. Why exactly was she angry?
Perhaps it was because she had yet to kill Sailor Moon. It could even have been because the Scout's were still alive, stubbornly hanging on to their pitiful existence no matter how much Eliar tormented them. If her anger was simply because of that, she could have easily killed them herself, but as it stood, she wanted them to suffer. She wanted them to see their leader die before they followed.
No, that had little to do with it. She was angry because she knew, even if she had wanted to deny it, that she had lost. Ever since the moon brat's friend had been attacked, she had known she had lost. In the Silver Millennium, it had been the queen's anguish and deep sadness that had given her the strength to avenge her daughters death, as well as those that had protected her. It had givin the queen the power that had completely obliterated her forces, destroying her army in barely a fraction of the time it had taken to attack.
Serenity was her mothers daughter, taking after her every aspect. She would come to fight, and she would use her heart and her crystal to destroy everything Beryl had worked so hard for.
And chances are, she would win.
Beryl was no fool. Sure she was stronger, and sure, for a while there it had looked like she would beat the moon princess…But Sailor Moon had also become stronger, and with her newfound need for vengeance, that power had almost tripled. She was not one to disillusion herself, and so she had been sitting in her throne for the last hour contemplating her fate.
A cold smirk made its way to her face. Even if she would lose, Beryl planned on fighting her hardest, and if she couldn't kill Sailor Moon, she would at least kill her friends before the fight ended.
Either way, Beryl planned on going out with a bang.
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Serena's eyes fluttered slightly, opening slowly once the pain of the brightness in the room faded. Had it been real? Or had she just dreamed that Darien had been in her thoughts, breaking her out of her depression.
A low moan scattered her thoughts and she turned her head, looking with slight surprise at Darien's sleeping form. He was slumped in a rather uncomfortable looking chair, his head resting in his folded arms at the edge of the hospital bed as he slept somewhat fitfully.
How long had he been like that? Sitting up carefully, trying her hardest not to wake him up, Serena watched him sleep. There was a dull pounding in her head and her arm protested to every movement she made, but thanks to whatever pain killers they had given her, she was able to bare the slight discomfort. Reaching out, she tentively brushed a few stray locks of hair from Darien's closed eyes, barely touching his smooth skin with her fingertips.
However, her slight touch had been enough to wake him, and before she had even had time to draw back her hand, it was grasped in both of his own. His eyes bore into hers, studying her carefully as if to make sure she was actually really there. "Serena?" His voice slightly wavered, coming out in barely a whisper. She nodded, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek.
"Thank you." Her tone was soft, and even as the words came out she was hugging him. He didn't need to ask her what for, he knew what she meant without her having to say a word.
Pulling away after a brief moment, she threw off the hospital blankets and stood, somewhat shakily, pausing only to rip out the i.v in her arm before heading to where her clothes were. Darien got up in protest, rushing over to her, but she just smiled at him and shook her head.
"I can heal myself with the crystal. Don't worry about me Darien, I'm okay. Really."
"But do you have enough strength?" He sat at the edge of the bed, watching her warily.
Wordlessly, Serena concentrated until the Silver Crystal floated gently above her cupped hands. Darien watched as she closed her eyes and let a soft silver glow envelope her, causing her to lift slightly. Her visible wounds began to slowly disappear, healing before his very eyes until there was no longer a single flaw on her body. The glow dissipated, leaving a completely refreshed Serena standing before him.
"See? I'm fine." The crystal disappeared and she picked up her clothes, heading into the bathroom only to return a few moments later. Darien stood and walked over to her, hugging her tightly to him as if she would vanish if he didn't. Understanding he had been worried, she let him hold her, taking the chance to let some of her magic flow into him and restore his strength through their contact.
Darien could feel what she was doing, but he refused to release her. When the trickle of magic cut off, he slightly shifted away from her, just to lean down and softly kiss her lips, cherishing their silky feel.
When he pulled away, Serena buried her head in his chest, clutching his shirt in her fists. "I love you, Darien." She whispered, her eye's closed.
"I love you too, Serena" He murmured. Pulling away from him once again, she let the determination steel her features, her expression set in an oddly calm look.
It was either now, or never. "How can we get into the Negaverse?" Her voice was oddly devoid of emotion, somewhat cold and seemingly uncaring.
"The only way I can think of is to teleport." He frowned. "However, she will know once we get there."
"We have no choice." Serena clasped her broach and whispered her transformation words, soon being replaced with the silver clad warrior of the moon. Darien, following her lead, pulled out a rose and became Tuxedo Mask, readying for her to make the first move.
In the back of her mind, Serena wished she could say goodbye to Luna and Artimis, just in case, but she had no time to go looking for them. Sighing, she took Tuxedo Mask's hand and concentrated on getting to the Negaverse, following the feel of her scout's somewhat faded powers to find the location.
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Eliar laughed as Sailor Jupiter's head slumped down in defeat. Who would have thought she'd have so much fun in one day? Shaking the blood off of her whip, she turned to Sailor Mars, the most defiant scout in the group.
Before she could do anything, she was interrupted by the sound of shoes clicking on the cavern floors, the dull noise echoing louder with each step. Turning, she was greeted by the sight of Queen Beryl coming to a stop before her, her eyes hard and angered.
"If you feel a slight disturbance, like a shift in magic, I want you to kill all four of them. Immediately." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. "That means don't stop to relish it, just do it. I want them dead the very minute after it's felt, do you understand?"
Eliar bowed low, grinning. "Of course your majesty."
Without replying, the queen turned and left, retreating back to her throne.
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Sailor Moon opened her eyes, only to be greeted with the sight of the object of her hate sitting directly across from her. Her grip on Tuxedo Mask's hand tightened slightly, drawing strength from him.
Queen Beryl smiled coldly, standing with her staff loosely held in one hand. "So you've finally come."
"No speeches Beryl! I didn't come here to talk, I came here to kill you. No more waiting." Sailor Moon's smile was just as cold.
"Very well." Beryl raised her staff, twirling it while black energy built around her. Before Sailor Moon could do anything, Beryl had created copies of herself and it seemed she stood all around the two, each clone directly resembling the next. No move was made despite this however, and it seemed Beryl was waiting patiently for something to happen before she proceeded.
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Eliar froze when she felt the air around her crackle slightly with energy. This was what Beryl must have meant by feeling a disturbance.
Frowning slightly that play time was over, she formed a blade of dark purple energy and moved over to the closest scout, Sailor Mercury. Smiling, she cold heartedly slit the young girls throat, before moving on to Venus.
When she had done the same to all, she stepped back and admired her handiwork, laughing at the fact it had all been so easy.
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Sailor Moon's eyes widened and she collapsed to her hands and knees when a large amount of energy seemed to rip away from her. Crying out, she watched as four brightly colored streaks of energy exploded away from her and vanished. She knew what this meant.
Her scouts were dead.
Beryl, seeing her chance, stepped forward ahead of her copies, facing Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Moon from behind. Not uttering a sound, she formed a deadly looking spike of energy and sent it flying into Tuxedo Mask, watching in satisfaction as he sank to his knees, the spike going through his back and protruding through his stomach.
It had been so incredibly easy.
Sailor Moon stared at him in shock, watching in horror as he coughed up blood. Looking in her eyes, he smiled apologetically before slumping over on the cold ground.
Screaming in rage, Sailor Moon stood and whirled on Beryl, sending a disc of silver energy hurtling at her enemy. With no time to react, Beryl was hit dead on and was thrown backwards to the ground, her copies vanishing.
Not giving her the chance to raise, Sailor Moon pointed the index finger of one hand above her, the other hand pointing in Beryl's direction. "Moonbeam Strike!" Silver streaks of light shot down to the her raised hand, followed by swirls of energy making its way down one arm and to the other, building up in the hand pointing to the queen. A beam of silver light shot towards Beryl, but she had blocked it at the last minute with her staff.
So caught up in her grief, Sailor Moon barely noticed as Beryl hit her with an attack of her own. All she wanted was for this to end. All of this. Her life had been stolen from her, replaced with a constant war that had lasted a thousand years. Would she ever have peace? Her friends were dead. Her love was lying at her feet. She had nothing more to give. When she fought, she fought for love and justice, but where was the justice in how her life had been taken and destroyed so easily? Nothing could ever fix the fact it was all over. No matter the outcome, she had already lost.
Closing her eyes, she brought the crystal forth, letting the power she was using transform her into the princess. She didn't want to bother fighting. Eventually, she would have resorted to this anyway, and seeing as how she had no reason to hold back, she just wanted to get it over with.
Sending all her strength into the crystal, she used everything she had to command it to its final task.
'Please, defeat the evil from this world. Make everything right.'
There was a flash of light brighter then the sun, and with all of her energy used, Serenity's eyes went blank and her heart stopped as she collapsed to the floor beside her prince.
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A.N: Well, only one chapter left!! Please review, and depending on how many I get, I may update this story before the end of the week!