AN: I'll make this as short as possible. Yes this is a vampire fic. Yes it will continue. Yes Darien will eventually be added into it.

Disclaimer: I'll make this short too. I don't own sailor moon. Nada! None of it!

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An Endless Night

Lita

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            Lita Johnson was the envy of half the girls at her elementary school, and yet she didn't know or acknowledge it. With curled mahogany hair down to the middle of her back, vibrant forest green eyes, and the already tall curvaceous figure, Lita had the grace and quick smile every girl her age wished for.

            She could go outside for hours on end and come in without a burn, but a beautiful tan. Lita loved to exercise, cook, and clean. In simple terms, Lita would make the perfect housewife.

            The only problem? Lita didn't envision herself doing anything greater than a housewife should do. 

            Her sparkling eyes seemed misted and too big for her face, in Lita'a opinion. Her bronze skin looked orange to her eyes, and her figure seemed lanky and underdeveloped to her.

Lita's lovely silk hair, which jealous girls at her school would rant about, was Lita's least favorite trait. Lita looked at her hair as a fault, too reddish to be brown, and too brown to be reddish. The curled end resembled a snake to her, too long for the rest of her hair, and blatantly stringy.

So, even with all her attributes, Lita saw herself as the most imperfect she could possibly be.

Lita was currently making some fettuccini with Parmesan sauce and some nice Italian bread on the side. Everything was seasoned with just the right amount of spices, and lots of garlic sprinkled on everything.

Lita sniffled as she put her plate down in front of the one chair at the table.

Every time she cooked something for supper this happened. She'd look at the one-chaired table and cry. Well she wouldn't cry tonight! She'd be brave, and face her painful memories…

Memories of the airplane accident that had killed both her parents.

Quickly finishing her meal, she noticed her garbage bag was full. That was one advantage to having an apartment. The alley behind her little 'house' had a dumpster right below her window, so she didn't have to walk downstairs when she wanted to throw out her garbage, she could just toss it out of the window.

Hefting up the large sack of the past months dinners, she pushed up her window and shoved the heavy thing out. Wiping her hands on her pants she grabbed her plate from dinner…only picked at because she was too busy trying not to cry…

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and walked to window and carefully held out her plate so her food wouldn't spill anywhere but the dumpster. Looking down, she saw a little blonde hiding behind the dumpster and a man and woman advancing on the girl a few years younger than her by appearances.

Frowning, Lita tossed her garlic bread down before rushing to the stairs to go see what was taking place in her 'backyard.'

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            Serena was so scared. She could hear her blood rushing through her veins, and her heart pumping a mile a minute. Fear had sunk it's greedy talons into her arm, and the effect had worked like poison through her system. She could barely breathe as she looked up into the soulless eyes of her papa.

            "Found you…" he was grinning evilly down at her…showing her that she could escape right now, but couldn't at the same time. It was suddenly so tempting to stay right where she was even as he leant over the garbage…

            A howl of pain ripped through the haze her mind had fallen into as her 'papa' snapped his hand back to himself, his fingers red and charred while his palm was openly bleeding. Shaking her head to clear the remnants of fog from her mind, she noticed a black garbage bag and an entire meal of Italian food, uneaten, had fallen from a window above her.

            Looking up, Serena noticed the windows around the area for the first time. This must be an apartment complex area…

            Snarling from above her brought her back to the here and now. Her father was holding his injured hand and looking at the food as if it were an insect to be crushed under his powerful palm.

            Whimpering, Serena huddled her knees to herself and stared at her father's look-alike. His eyes were so dark…

            Suddenly a loud gasp tore through the tense air, making the blond look up and see a girl who looked a few years older than her standing at the entrance of the ally and looking at her father's replica as if he were an alien. Maybe he was an alien, that sure would explain some things…

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            Lita was on a roll tonight. She hadn't cried during dinner, and she had adrenaline pumping through her veins, like always when she sensed a fight was about to begin.

            Her first experience in a fight had been when she was bullied on the preschool playground, in which she had punched the bully so hard he had to leave the school for a day to recover. The bully had stubborn dignity however, and hadn't told the principal who had broken his nose.

            His stubborn dignity had repeated itself a few years later, when he thought his muscles were big enough to break wood. Her second fight was in first grade when she had beaten the same bully again in a rematch, but this time around, the bully had stayed home for three days from her punches.

            To think, she mused to herself, that she had never even kicked him.

            This woman that she had seen from her window had vanished, but the man was still standing over the little girl who was simpering.

            Glancing at the huddled figure again, she felt instinctive protectiveness for the poor girl, and snapped her head up to glare at the man. Although he had the height advantage, she still seemed to look down on him. Although nine-year old intelligence isn't always the greatest asset, she knew that when children curled up and adults stood over them, they needed help.

            Charging forward with a battle cry, and started the battle with a fast punch to his stomach and a roundhouse kick to his mouth

            The first hit was dodged, but the second hit him right in the jaw, making a sickening crunching sound.

This man was quick, she had to admit.

Roaring with the fire that came to her when she fought, she met his punch with a flurry of her own, half of hers hitting him with her youthful speed while she dodged his punch easily. Steadily breathing in and out, she kicked at his knee, and then grabbed a pinch-full of the skin under his elbow. Pulling quite hard on her catch, she bit down the smile that rose with his high squeak of pain.

Something was holding this man back from touching her face, she could see it in the way his eyes flitted to her mouth and nose every so often.

Breathing in and out deeply as she full out charged him, she did smile when he shrieked in pain.

What she wasn't expecting was for the dumpster to tip over with her charge, and have him crushed beneath the contents of the heavy black metal, contents spilling onto his feet and head.  

It came as even more of a shock when some of her dinner's fettuccini fell onto his face and burned a trial wherever it touched until nothing but ashes remained.

She was no stranger to tragedy and violence, but what disturbed her is that this man hadn't bled once. Not when she had taken at least one tooth out had he spat out any blood, and nothing had leaked out when the food had burned his face right through.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she looked down at the scared girl still shaking below her. Leaning over and putting her hands on her knees, she greeting the girl in her friendliest voice.

"Hi."

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            Serena watched as a chestnut-haired angel rushed forward and started fighting her papa. No, not her papa, the look-alike.

            She watched fascinated as her papa's duplicate was burned to nothing within minutes of the beginning of the fight.

            The girl seemed to be in deep thought, before she came over to Serena, leaned down and said kind of breathlessly, "Hi."

            Her rescuer's voice was low for her person, but bright and happy for having just…incinerated someone.

            And yet…there was honesty in this girl's eyes…

            "Hello, my name's Serena! What's your name?" Serena asked, feeling a little better now that those bad people were gone.

            "Lita…Lita Johnson. Do you have a family somewhere I should take you to?" Lita's green eyes flashed with something…an old wound maybe.

            "No. My papa took care of me, because mama left one day." Serena's voice had lowered to a whisper as she spoke.

            Lita looked at Serena sympathetically. She knew what it was like not having parents.

            "Come on, you can come have some hot chocolate in my apartment with me. You've had a rough day."