Title: My Favorite One

Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters are not. I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in it. I also don't own the rights to "System" by Jonathan Davis performed by Chester Bennington of Linkin Park.

Extra: Part of the beginning is loosely based on, "My Favorite Memory" by Black Iris. The music in this story is from the soundtrack to "Queen of the Damned" and Stone Sour's self-titled cd.

Prologue

::On a balcony stands a young man, looks of the age of seventeen, dark cerulean eyes staring up at the moon, and a crimson rose in his left hand:: 'I know I mustn't dwell on the past, but I can't help it. She was my favorite one.' He looks down at the rose in his palm.

'Even though I first met her over sixteen hundred years ago, I can remember it as if we had just met yesterday.

{You fell away, what more can I say?

The feelings evolved, I won't let it out

I can't replace your screaming face

Feeling the sickness inside
Why won't you die?

Your blood in mine

We'll be fine

Then your body will be mine
So many words can't describe my face

This feeling's evolved, so soon to break out

I can't relate to a happy state}
'Oh what a girl can do to a man. No. I must correct myself. For I am no man, I am what humans would call a monster. A creature that is both dead and alive. I sleep during the day and walk the streets at night, searching for my next meal.

'Yes, I am the ultimate predator. I am a vampyre. I live off the blood of the living.

{Feeling the blood run inside Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

Keep me down to what you think I should be

Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?

Keep on trying I'm not dying so easily

I will not die I will not die I will not die}

'I've had many kills. But none as beautiful, fragile, and so innocent as she.' He sets the rose down on the balcony rail, and then walks inside.

Once inside, he closes all of the curtains and falls fast asleep, just as the first light of day shows above the city.

As the golden rays of the sun touch the rose, there come sounds. Blood curdling screams to be exact, as the rose begins to bleed.

The young man jerks out of his sleep.

{Why is everything so fucking hard for me? Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

Why won't you die?

Your blood in mine

We'll be fine

Then your body will be mine Why won't you die?

Your blood in mine

We'll be fine

Then your body will be mine}

'My victims' screams still haunt me. But there was no scream from her. In fact, she never even made a sound. But why?'

And thus begins his story.