AN: Well, chapter two didn't get nearly as many reviews as I'd hoped for…remember, this story is running off reviews. If you want the story to continue, please post reviews.
Miriam, your questions will all be answered eventually, it was not a typo mistake.*smiles* Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I'm going to start making these really short. All I will say is, "I don't own Sailor Moon" unless I feel you need to torture yourself reading these.
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An Endless Night
Crimson Dawn
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Darien prowled the alleyway searching tonight's dinner. Three hobos over there…people wouldn't think of their opinions as credible, so there would be no real witnesses to their fourth friend, a rapist and thief's demise. Besides, they would most likely thank him later when he told them how much the man had stolen from their tiny salary.
Dropping down from the roof-top he had been searching the streets from, he gracefully rolled into a standing position in the dirty alley.
Creating a mindless forgetfulness in the two homeless men's minds, he quietly stepped towards the awake robber.
Putting up a invisible soundproof barrier on the alley, he leaned over the figure hugging his torn blanket to him. A quick scan revealed a needle in the mans hand, and the dazed look in the man's eyes further confirmed Darien's assumption about where the money went.
The man was shaking, while looking at Darien as if he were the evil one.
Using his elongated fangs he made a quick meal out of the man, letting the last of his life bleed out of him.
Contrary to the popular belief, vampires usually did NOT enjoy the death of their victims. Darien, however, deemed this lesser being deserving of the fate handed to him.
Licking blood-stained lips, he pressed himself into the wall and released the other two men from their stupors. He watched as they stumbled for a moment before noticing their dead comrade. One of them seemed to frown a little, but the other seemed genuinely unremorseful of the man's demise. The two homeless men shared a look, stating that neither would speak of this event, and they both quickly left the area.
Darien glanced down the alley, his sharp sapphire eyes taking in the empty street as he jumped back onto the roof.
The mugger hadn't been much of a meal, but he would have to do. The purer the soul of the victim, the better tasting the blood was. Darien had started out drinking from smaller animals, which eventually led to sick pets, and now his current dinner menu was dying elders, criminals, and girls.
Why girls when he could just as easily kill normal men? Well, men didn't have periods. His strategy was not meant to be cold or EEEEEvil, but it was a simplicity that worked.
The fact that all vampires gained ethereal beauty was just a bonus to getting blood. You see, Darien would use his seduction powers, another perk of being a vampire, and lure experienced woman on their cycles to sleep with him. He would then insist on giving them oral sex, even if they were bleeding. While taking out large but not fatal amounts of blood out, he would push ecstasy into their system, and they would all just pass it off as a 'good lay.'
Elderly sometimes just wanted away from the pain they were in, usually from misused youth. Criminals in his opinion were a waste of air, and air was precious.
The raven-haired vampire had his whole life's food supply planned in advance. He would use girls when he was feeling dangerous, he'd kill criminals in a worldwide favor when he was angry, and in the rare occasions when he felt merciful, elderly in pain would have blissful deaths.
Darien sighed. Ridding the streets of that one mugger hadn't made him any less angry then we he set out to get dinner. Slamming his fist into a nearby brick he didn't look up when he felt parts of it crack and break away from his powerful knuckles, which weren't even cut from their extremely harsh treatment.
He was angry for several reasons right now, the first being his sister, Raye. She had recently found her mate, and jealousy at her luck gave him a fuel for other things that also were wrong at the moment. Another reason to be angry? Darien had realized that his most recent conquest, Veran, had attempted to kill his true mate out of jealousy while she was a child. As soon as he found out of her treachery, he had instantly tried to find and kill her. The fact she would try something so evil clearly pointed out that she had turned into a creature of the night, an evil vampire.
He wasn't sure how long ago she had changed but he didn't really care. All he cared about is that she knew who his true mate was.
And he wanted his mate.
Vampires were used to refer to noble creatures long ago, until the creatures of the night and undead had risen. Undead were vampires who gave up on everything, and wished to die. Eventually undead would turn into zombies, sluggish creatures whose only will was to be aware of what was around them. Most vampires did not have ill will towards humans, elves, werewolves and other such creatures, but creatures of the night did. Few real vampires were left in this world full of terror and hate that humans didn't even know the truth about.
Veran had left him though, obviously catching word that he knew what she had attempted. She was quite crafty too, leaving nothing behind that would hint at where she went.
He was livid when he found out.
Veran was a rather old creature, but not older then him. Did he forget to mention?
He was the first one.
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A sixteen-year old Serena brushed her annoying blonde bangs out of her eyes once again.
All her life she had lived with Lita in her apartment, working to try and make odds and ends meet. Eventually, Ami, a high-paid nurse befriended Serena while she was working.
Lita and Serena had opened a small teashop, specializing in different types of herbal and international teas. Serena had dropped out of school after fifth grade, because the hours were not compatible with her school and business anymore. Although government agencies usually forced kids to have educations, Lita had sent one back from their shop with a bloody nose and bruised lid, making all the pesky big shots go away.
Right now Serena was trying very hard not to laugh, or explode.
She looked down at the laughing, obnoxiously audacious woman in front of her, trying to think positively of the woman's horrible cackling and incessant hair flipping.
It wouldn't have been so hard if the woman hadn't kept talking so shrilly about absolutely nothing.
Serena had the sinking suspicion that this 'woman' was trying to get the attention of the blonde about two tables back, Andrew.
She and Andrew had been good friends for about three years now, and mostly because she was one of the first girls who didn't look at him as conquerable meat, a toy, or a bauble. Most lovesick woman like this green-haired banshee wore out their welcome before they were even introduced to their 'soul mate.'
What was humorous about the situation was that not only was this the eighth woman to try this today on Andrew, but that Andrew already had a girlfriend.
Biting her lip so she wouldn't burst out laughing, Serena nodding dully to the woman's overly pointed jokes, trying valiantly not to snort.
She gulped, regaining her composure. "How may I help you?" She schooled her face into the prefect kind understanding sales woman.
Green-woman's eyes were wide as she noticed the slight hint of knowledge lurking in Serena's eyes. "I'd just like some tea!" she snapped, the beast in the dragon surfacing.
Smiling contritely Serena pretended to jot it down and scurried away, or more specifically over to Andrew's table. "Andrew, we have a situation in the backroom, come help us clean it up." The green-eyed waiter grinned knowingly and inclined his head towards the now labeled 'Verde Banshee.'
Rolling crystal blue-eyes Serena nodded sadly, motioning for Andrew to follow her.
Once both parties had reached the back room, Andrew burst out laughing, and Serena soon joined in. Calming herself down, Serena bopped Andrews head to get him to stop as well. "This one is YOURS to get rid of. I took care of the last ten."
Andrew pulled up puppy eyes and started to whine. "But this is only the eighth! I did that horrible one last week, remember? The gothic queen? Please don't make me!!" Serena ignored his begging and shoved him out to the wolf, or…the verde banshee.
"Why hello there…who might you be?" And the blue-eyed waitresses guess was correct again! The verde banshee WAS trying to get a date with Andrew.
A sweat drop appeared on Andrews head at the woman's blatant flirting. The batting mascara covered lashed weren't helping. "Um…nobody important. I just came to tell you that we are out of tea, and closing in ten minutes. I have to go inform the other costumers now." Nodding a little he quickly left, pretending not to see the desperate shattered hope of the verde banshee.
Re-entering the back room, Andrew shot a guffawing Serena a sharp glare. "The next one's yours" He stated blandly, causing all her laughs to immediately halt.
"Hey! No fair! I took the last seven! The next SIX are yours!" Serena knew she had an unfair advantage over Andrew, while she was immune to his puppy dog act, she had a series of evil begging techniques that never failed.
It started with the eyes. Bat twice, then let tears well up. Sniffle delicately, then pout. Bite lip to make it seem like you're trying to stop from crying, sniffle twice, and make lower lip tremble. Sniffle again. Bat eyes three more times.
Andrew
watched with slow terror as Serena began the famous puppy face, and started to
frantically look around and shake his head. Stage one was past now…"No" he
said. Stage two was here… He cringed away but managed a weak "Never." Stage
three and he was a goner. "Alright fine."
Serena grinned widely and hugged
Andrew. Now, she needed to get back to the apartment before another psycho
raided it. Ever since she had moved in with Lita, those…THINGS had been going
through Lita's apartment and raiding it. The strange thing was that it never
happened when they were home. Lita thought the 'things' were demons raised from
the depths of hell, (mainly because her apartment repeatedly got torn up) but
Serena didn't. The creatures didn't look like demons should, with all black
hair, red eyes, black wings, and some scary emblem carved on their torso.
Serena had seen one of the creatures jump out the window to Lita's bedroom once
while she was coming home from work.
The thing
jumping out of her window had not only been non-demon looking, it had been a
female.
Now, Serena didn't know much
about demons, but weren't the demons who got sent to do lower jobs like raiding
girl's apartments supposed to be stupid male demons? That lead her to believe
that what was ransacking their apartment was NOT a hell-spawned creature.
Heading out the door, Serena wondered if she'd ever see another creature fleeing the scene of the crime again. The only reason they had never filed a report on their apartments strange raiding was because the police would realize she and Lita didn't attend school, and the media would have a field day.
Still, she wished all these random 'visits' would end soon.
