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 do not own the rights to "Slept So Long" by Jonathan Davis performed by Jay Gordon of Orgy.

Extra: Part of the beginning is loosely based on, "My Favorite Memory" by Black Iris.

Chapter-2-2

Darien stands out on his balcony, still puzzled.

"What happened? How could I let my prey escape like that?" he looks over the bustling city, "No matter. I've watched her. I'll see her again, and she will be mine!" He stated arrogantly.

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That day, while sleeping, Bunny tossed and turned. She writhed in agony and screamed out in pain. All she could dream about was that night 1600 years ago, when she first met Mamoru.

Suddenly she knew of someone that might know the answer.

She got up, showered and got dressed in a black and red plaid pleated skirt with safety pin décor, black knee-highs with brown leather lacing, black swirl Mary Janes, and a black and red long sleeve grommet arm top. To top it all off, a pewter band around her neck with a small, but fancy cross created from the same metal on it, her hair up in its usual style, buns and streamers.

"I just know it's him!" She growled as she walked out the door. "He changed his name, like I did, but there's no mistake. It's him, his piercing blue eyes. He may not know it's me, pity, but he sure will know when I find him."

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'She's going to be here. I know it. She always is.' Darien whispered to himself while walking through the club, 'One thing that always gets me is that she seems to be looking for something, or someone.' he bit his cheek trying to figure out who she could be looking for.

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Bunny walked in the Lady Crymsyn, 'He's here.' Her senses spread out across the room, looking for the other like her; soon she found him.

{Walking

Waiting

Alone without a care

Hoping

Hating

Things I can't bear
Did you think it's cool

To walk right up

To take my life

And fuck it up

Well did you?

Well did you?}

"There you are Mamoru," Bunny whispered as a crowd of people separated to form a path for her to see his back. She grinned devilishly, and then shyly when he turned to face her. 'That's it Mamoru, go for the poor naïve innocent little fawn.' She faked her best blush, batted her eyes, and looked at the ground.

{I see hell in your eyes

Taken in by surprise (surprise)

Touching you makes me feel alive

Touching you makes me die inside
Walking, Waiting

Alone without a care

Hoping

Hating

Things I can't bear}

Darien reached the 'shy girl', "Hello, I knew I'd see you here again." He flashed one of his to-die-for smiles.

"As did I," she whispered under her breath.

Darien gave her a funny look, "I-I'm sorry. What was that? I didn't hear you. Do you think we could adjourn to a place more quiet and comfortable?"

This was exactly what she was waiting for, and she replied coyly, "I don't see why not."

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Twenty minuets later Bunny found herself on a beautifully decorated balcony, choking down what tasted like shit.

They both stood there in complete silence, then Darien spoke, "That's a very beautiful cross you're wearing."

At the mention of it and reminding her that she was wearing one, the pain shot through her body and she almost collapsed. After ten minuets of trying to compose herself, Bunny finally choked out, "Thank you."

"May I," he reached out, but Bunny backed away.

"Maybe later. The moon sure is beautiful tonight. It's funny, for years I haven't seen beauty in anything except silence."

Darien just smirked and walked inside, Bunny at his heel.

Bunny went to the table to put her glass, still full of what she dubbed shit, down. She was about to turn around when she felt icy-hot breath on the back of her neck, and ice hands caress her arms, and then run up her arms to the back of her neck to undo her choker. As it fell, she caught the cross and it burned the palm of her hand. Darien placed one of his hands on her throat; the other around her waist to pull her closer, and then placed his cold lips on her neck.

Bunny recognized this move, for she pulled it on her victims. She could sense his elongated teeth, ready to sink into her flesh. Bunny turned, wrapped an arm around his, and leaned in to capture his lips with hers. She moved them from his lips and to his ear.

"Silly Mamoru," she whispered menacingly into his ear.

His eyes became wide at her words. "Who the hell-" He stopped suddenly.

Bunny put the cross up to his cheek and pressed it hard. "I'm a little sad that you don't remember me."

Darien composed himself and flew towards the girl, ready to rip her to shreds. He grabbed her fragile throat and demanded, "Who the hell are you? Tell me now before I kill you!"

All Bunny did was laugh as his grip got tighter.

"My dear Mamoru, you do know who I am," she grinned at his confusion, "Come closer and I'll give you a hint." Darien leaned in and Bunny kissed the tip of his nose then whispered softly, "Tag. You're it."

{Did you think it's cool

To walk right up

To take my life

And fuck it up

Well did you?
I hate you!
I see hell in your eyes

Taken in by surprise

And touching you makes me feel alive

Touching you makes me die inside}

His grip loosened and suddenly visions of a little bright-eyed 15- year-old girl ran through his head. His eyes widened when he realized whom he was staring at. Suddenly the tables turned, and he was against the wall.

"You see Mamoru! You see what I've become? What you made me!" he shook his head slowly in disbelief, "You thought that if you left me out there in the gardens that night, that I would just die. Didn't you? But what you didn't think of was that someone else like you was out there. Someone with pity on a poor naïve child! You killed what innocence I had left in me. Look!" She ripped the collar of her shirt to show him the cross burn, and shoved her burned palm into his face, "Look! Gaze upon the glory of that scar! That hideous scar that will be there forever!"

With every word that she spat out her grip on Darien's neck got tighter and tighter. "You.shouldn't take.that anger.out." he choked out.

Her grip became tighter, "Why not? Why shouldn't I kill you right now?"

"I'm not the one who made you." Bunny began loosen her grip, listening, "I may have been the one to start it, by killing you, but I didn't make you. Look to your savior for that gift. He's the one who made you. You would've died happily if it hadn't been for him," he nodded his head towards a painting on the wall. It was of a tall sandy-blond haired young man; again he must've been 17 when he died. He had sharp blue eyes and a cold smile, showing that he hated the world. "The host of that masquerade where we met. Furuhata Motoki, or now it's just Andy or Andrew."

{I've slept so long without you

It's tearing me apart too

How'd it get this far

Playing games with this old heart

I've killed a million petty souls

But I couldn't kill you
I've slept so long without you}

Bunny backed away and fell to her knees. "No. No, you're lying. He saved me." Tears started to fall, and for once she looked like she was 15 again.

Darien rubbed his throat and walked towards the fallen girl, "That's what he wants you to think. I told him not to 'save' you. He's never 'saved' any of my meals before, just you." He crouched down next to her, and whispered, "Just the one who never screamed."

{I see hell in your eyes

Taken in by surprise

Touching you makes me feel alive

Touching you made me die inside}

"What? What do you mean?" She stared at him through tear filled eyes.

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