AN: For ChibiJ, she Raye is his sister. I'm glad someone noticed
that.because it will come up later. Hint( Well .after so many wonderful
reviews, I've decided to write another chapter! Ok maybe I was planning to
all along but the reviews just gave me the incentive to do it! So shortly,
if you give me reviews, I'll write faster!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or it's characters. See previous chapters for a more in depth disclaimer as to who the rights belong to.
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An Endless Night Chapter 5: Raven's Flight
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The rain pelted down in fat bullets, weighing most creatures that were out down because of wet clothing or fur. But Darien wasn't the least bit effected by the driving rain, he had a mission to complete.
Glancing around, he picked up a stray hair on the ground, and immediately matched it to it's owner.
Veran was here.
She was getting sloppy, leaving more and more clues to her whereabouts behind. This time not only did he find two hints, he found a third, one which clued him in to where she would be going next.
Thoughts of revenge bounced around in his head, before he remembered that vengence took an equal toll on the avenger as it did the avenged. He was in this for justice.
317537 was carved into the ground of this cave, along with some other strange symbols that Veran had successfully obliterated. It was obvious she had left in a hurry, for one of the clues were the unevenly spaced disturbed soil, showing her exact path out the opening of this limestone cave.
Clever, he thought as he flipped the numbers upside-down, the view a stranger in the cave would have. They clearly read 'LESLIE'
Taking on the form of fog, he sped off to the nearest street named Leslie he knew of.
***
Lita and Serena ran out of the elevator doors, pocketknives in hand and ready as Lita nearly broke down the door. It ended up being Serena who pulled her away and slammed the key in and ripped the door open, but it was Lita who went in first seeing red as their apartment was again torn apart like a mini tornado had blown through.
By the time they reached the balcony, the red-eyed creature was gone.
Breathing raggedly, Serena looked around their dark apartment as if the shadows were alive. Raising her trembling hand she flipped on the lights, holding her breath as she did.
The place was thrown about, but there was nothing besides their belongings on the floor.
With an angry sob Serena fell to the floor, clutching Lita's leg.
"WHY US? What did WE ever do to them?" screaming she slammed her fists onto the ground, probably waking whoever lived below them.
Lita slowly fell to her knees beside Serena, and hugged her friend hard. "I don't know Sere. I don't know." She whispered while trying to calm down the trembling blonde.
Eventually Serena's crying turned into hiccups and Lita make soothing motions on her back.
Both girls got up and mechanically started putting their apartment back together. Every now and then one of them would sniffle as they found something prized torn, bent, broken or shredded.
Suddenly Serena stopped moving and picked up a white piece of paper, innocently sitting on the floor. It read in timeless perfected writing, "We'll be back." This time the message was written in dried blood, caking the paper and making it crinkle under the substance.
Sucking in the same scared breath she always did when these notes were found by herself and not Lita, Serena reached up for her pendant to reassure herself everything was going to work out in the end.
Her hands grasped the warm crystal and she let out a steady sigh. Her mother had given her this necklace for her birthday when she turned five, saying it was a precious family heirloom made of real crystal and real silver chain.
Relieved now that she had let the held breath out, Serena customarily balled up the piece of paper and tossed in the in almost overflowing trashcan, filled to the brim with destroyed items.
Finally finished fixing up the place, Serena and Lita collapsed onto their beds, going to sleep as fast as humanly possible.
***
A chill wind swept through the dirty street Veran was resting at. She didn't feel cold at all though, but then again having no blood would make you constantly feel warm wouldn't it, she mused to herself.
While being caught in her inner thoughts, she failed to notice the shadow looming from a roof overhead. The second thing she unsuccessfully recognized was the distinct male scent that blew through the street.
Thunder exploded in the distance, catching Veran from her reflecting. That was when she realized someone had seized her thoughts and had put her under a compulsion.
Bumping up her plan she immediately attempted to transform into a crow and flee, but she could already feel her feet sinking into the now liquidized pavement.
Grounding her.
Giving her no escape.
Closing her eyes she quickly formed a mental and physical shield around herself. No need for Darien to find out anything more than he already knew.
For she knew that no one besides Darien would even bother coming after her.
She held arms out, ready for the melee to begin.
***
Darien watched Veran as she readied herself for the battle in a matter of seconds and didn't even bother respecting her quick preparation.
Sensing the confused thoughts tumbling through her head he instantly knew she was no longer sane.
Leaning over, he spread his arms and jumped off the building.
Falling.forever from the silvery night..
Finally he landed, with the grace of only the most skilled felines, one knee bent from pressure, and one out sideways ready for a full out physical strike.
Focusing only a minor part of his concentration he broke most of the pavement into bits and hurled them at Veran.
Instantly catching onto this new situation, Veran morphed into an ebony hummingbird, flitting through and around the bits of rubble. As soon as Darien realized his first plan wasn't working he sent a compulsion over to let down her shields which she easily cut off before it could even touch her thoughts.
"Tell me who she is." There was no question as to who 'she' referred to in Darien's mind.
Smirking, Veran reverted to her normal form and leaned to the side with her head cocked, in what she assumed was a seductive position.
"I don't know. Don't you think I should get something for that juicy little piece of gossip?" Darien almost laughed in her face at the insanity of her statement. Gossip? She KNEW who his mate was damn it! And he wasn't going to let Veran escape until he knew exactly the same thing as she did.
"Damn you Veran. I'll kill you if you don't tell me." All the fun and games were gone. Twin pairs of blue infernos locked eyes with the creature, and for a second, Darien thought he saw the craziness in her eyes lift for a moment. Like the lightning flash above it was gone though, so he could not be sure.
Veran knew what she wanted. Here was this stupid elder, the OLDEST elder, and he didn't even know who his mate was. He should just settle for her instead. Somehow this twisted thought made sense to her.
In a blur of quicksilver, Darien had locked Veran between a brick wall and him, his arm around her neck the only thing holding her up.
Two seconds later he realized he was grasping thin air as his nails bit into his hand. She couldn't have gotten too far yet though, and so with forced calm he'd learned over the years, he instantly started searching. With his senses closed off he instantly picked up on erratic mind signals coming from six miles away. He internally snarled as he followed after her in his condensed state.
Immediately he thought of a spell to trap her inside an invisible container until he could reach where she was now, three miles from him. Her mental scream of aggravation was the best symphony ever to play to his ears.
Turning into tiny drops of water he quickly fell towards the ground, changing back to normal as he went. By the time he reached the ground he had fully transformed and was looking up at the semi-translucent container pensively.
Getting an idea he started controlling the amount of pressure inside the prison. "Tell me who she is." It was not a question or a demand, it was an order.
Without a moment's hesitation Veran had sent a chorus of * NO * to him. Narrowing his iced over sapphires he turned up the pressure in the container a thousand times more than the normal outside pressure.
Blocking out any senses she tried to push onto him he asked the question again.
Veran looked out through her prison, barely conscious and half delirious. While no human could survive that kind of pressure, it would inflict a hell-fold lot of damage without killing her type. She just had to think of the anti-spell.
But with Darien standing down there threatening her while she thought she had to come up with something to say to appease him before he stepped it up a notch.
"If you let me go, I'll tell you."
Darien considered this, and then formed a pair of pure white handcuffs, red crosses imprinted all the way around both their sides. With a wave of his hand, both sides had clipped around Veran's wrists and ankles with a sharp metallic sound.
Not bothering to levitate her as she fell to the ground. One dull thud later, Darien repeated his question.
Veran was having a hard time masking her plans from his prying mental fingers, and her eyes widened as his consistent combing stole an image of a blonde pigtailed child, huge blue eyes smiling innocently at the world.
Fortunately for her she knew the anti lock to these handcuffs though. Instantly touching her fingers all together into one big mesh she transformed into an ominous raven which quickly took to the sky.
Darien watched her go, impassively. There would be more chances for him to strike. He had what he wanted for right now.
A word and a picture of a blonde haired pixie.
Niece.
*** AN: Sorry it's not very long. I think I could have done a better job with this chapter, but I wanted to get this one out sometime this century. I'm very sorry for the long wait and short chapter. Now that I'm finally moved it should take shorter periods of time to post chapters. *smiles* So you can hope that chapters will be longer from now on. Remember, reviews=incentive for faster update.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or it's characters. See previous chapters for a more in depth disclaimer as to who the rights belong to.
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An Endless Night Chapter 5: Raven's Flight
***
The rain pelted down in fat bullets, weighing most creatures that were out down because of wet clothing or fur. But Darien wasn't the least bit effected by the driving rain, he had a mission to complete.
Glancing around, he picked up a stray hair on the ground, and immediately matched it to it's owner.
Veran was here.
She was getting sloppy, leaving more and more clues to her whereabouts behind. This time not only did he find two hints, he found a third, one which clued him in to where she would be going next.
Thoughts of revenge bounced around in his head, before he remembered that vengence took an equal toll on the avenger as it did the avenged. He was in this for justice.
317537 was carved into the ground of this cave, along with some other strange symbols that Veran had successfully obliterated. It was obvious she had left in a hurry, for one of the clues were the unevenly spaced disturbed soil, showing her exact path out the opening of this limestone cave.
Clever, he thought as he flipped the numbers upside-down, the view a stranger in the cave would have. They clearly read 'LESLIE'
Taking on the form of fog, he sped off to the nearest street named Leslie he knew of.
***
Lita and Serena ran out of the elevator doors, pocketknives in hand and ready as Lita nearly broke down the door. It ended up being Serena who pulled her away and slammed the key in and ripped the door open, but it was Lita who went in first seeing red as their apartment was again torn apart like a mini tornado had blown through.
By the time they reached the balcony, the red-eyed creature was gone.
Breathing raggedly, Serena looked around their dark apartment as if the shadows were alive. Raising her trembling hand she flipped on the lights, holding her breath as she did.
The place was thrown about, but there was nothing besides their belongings on the floor.
With an angry sob Serena fell to the floor, clutching Lita's leg.
"WHY US? What did WE ever do to them?" screaming she slammed her fists onto the ground, probably waking whoever lived below them.
Lita slowly fell to her knees beside Serena, and hugged her friend hard. "I don't know Sere. I don't know." She whispered while trying to calm down the trembling blonde.
Eventually Serena's crying turned into hiccups and Lita make soothing motions on her back.
Both girls got up and mechanically started putting their apartment back together. Every now and then one of them would sniffle as they found something prized torn, bent, broken or shredded.
Suddenly Serena stopped moving and picked up a white piece of paper, innocently sitting on the floor. It read in timeless perfected writing, "We'll be back." This time the message was written in dried blood, caking the paper and making it crinkle under the substance.
Sucking in the same scared breath she always did when these notes were found by herself and not Lita, Serena reached up for her pendant to reassure herself everything was going to work out in the end.
Her hands grasped the warm crystal and she let out a steady sigh. Her mother had given her this necklace for her birthday when she turned five, saying it was a precious family heirloom made of real crystal and real silver chain.
Relieved now that she had let the held breath out, Serena customarily balled up the piece of paper and tossed in the in almost overflowing trashcan, filled to the brim with destroyed items.
Finally finished fixing up the place, Serena and Lita collapsed onto their beds, going to sleep as fast as humanly possible.
***
A chill wind swept through the dirty street Veran was resting at. She didn't feel cold at all though, but then again having no blood would make you constantly feel warm wouldn't it, she mused to herself.
While being caught in her inner thoughts, she failed to notice the shadow looming from a roof overhead. The second thing she unsuccessfully recognized was the distinct male scent that blew through the street.
Thunder exploded in the distance, catching Veran from her reflecting. That was when she realized someone had seized her thoughts and had put her under a compulsion.
Bumping up her plan she immediately attempted to transform into a crow and flee, but she could already feel her feet sinking into the now liquidized pavement.
Grounding her.
Giving her no escape.
Closing her eyes she quickly formed a mental and physical shield around herself. No need for Darien to find out anything more than he already knew.
For she knew that no one besides Darien would even bother coming after her.
She held arms out, ready for the melee to begin.
***
Darien watched Veran as she readied herself for the battle in a matter of seconds and didn't even bother respecting her quick preparation.
Sensing the confused thoughts tumbling through her head he instantly knew she was no longer sane.
Leaning over, he spread his arms and jumped off the building.
Falling.forever from the silvery night..
Finally he landed, with the grace of only the most skilled felines, one knee bent from pressure, and one out sideways ready for a full out physical strike.
Focusing only a minor part of his concentration he broke most of the pavement into bits and hurled them at Veran.
Instantly catching onto this new situation, Veran morphed into an ebony hummingbird, flitting through and around the bits of rubble. As soon as Darien realized his first plan wasn't working he sent a compulsion over to let down her shields which she easily cut off before it could even touch her thoughts.
"Tell me who she is." There was no question as to who 'she' referred to in Darien's mind.
Smirking, Veran reverted to her normal form and leaned to the side with her head cocked, in what she assumed was a seductive position.
"I don't know. Don't you think I should get something for that juicy little piece of gossip?" Darien almost laughed in her face at the insanity of her statement. Gossip? She KNEW who his mate was damn it! And he wasn't going to let Veran escape until he knew exactly the same thing as she did.
"Damn you Veran. I'll kill you if you don't tell me." All the fun and games were gone. Twin pairs of blue infernos locked eyes with the creature, and for a second, Darien thought he saw the craziness in her eyes lift for a moment. Like the lightning flash above it was gone though, so he could not be sure.
Veran knew what she wanted. Here was this stupid elder, the OLDEST elder, and he didn't even know who his mate was. He should just settle for her instead. Somehow this twisted thought made sense to her.
In a blur of quicksilver, Darien had locked Veran between a brick wall and him, his arm around her neck the only thing holding her up.
Two seconds later he realized he was grasping thin air as his nails bit into his hand. She couldn't have gotten too far yet though, and so with forced calm he'd learned over the years, he instantly started searching. With his senses closed off he instantly picked up on erratic mind signals coming from six miles away. He internally snarled as he followed after her in his condensed state.
Immediately he thought of a spell to trap her inside an invisible container until he could reach where she was now, three miles from him. Her mental scream of aggravation was the best symphony ever to play to his ears.
Turning into tiny drops of water he quickly fell towards the ground, changing back to normal as he went. By the time he reached the ground he had fully transformed and was looking up at the semi-translucent container pensively.
Getting an idea he started controlling the amount of pressure inside the prison. "Tell me who she is." It was not a question or a demand, it was an order.
Without a moment's hesitation Veran had sent a chorus of * NO * to him. Narrowing his iced over sapphires he turned up the pressure in the container a thousand times more than the normal outside pressure.
Blocking out any senses she tried to push onto him he asked the question again.
Veran looked out through her prison, barely conscious and half delirious. While no human could survive that kind of pressure, it would inflict a hell-fold lot of damage without killing her type. She just had to think of the anti-spell.
But with Darien standing down there threatening her while she thought she had to come up with something to say to appease him before he stepped it up a notch.
"If you let me go, I'll tell you."
Darien considered this, and then formed a pair of pure white handcuffs, red crosses imprinted all the way around both their sides. With a wave of his hand, both sides had clipped around Veran's wrists and ankles with a sharp metallic sound.
Not bothering to levitate her as she fell to the ground. One dull thud later, Darien repeated his question.
Veran was having a hard time masking her plans from his prying mental fingers, and her eyes widened as his consistent combing stole an image of a blonde pigtailed child, huge blue eyes smiling innocently at the world.
Fortunately for her she knew the anti lock to these handcuffs though. Instantly touching her fingers all together into one big mesh she transformed into an ominous raven which quickly took to the sky.
Darien watched her go, impassively. There would be more chances for him to strike. He had what he wanted for right now.
A word and a picture of a blonde haired pixie.
Niece.
*** AN: Sorry it's not very long. I think I could have done a better job with this chapter, but I wanted to get this one out sometime this century. I'm very sorry for the long wait and short chapter. Now that I'm finally moved it should take shorter periods of time to post chapters. *smiles* So you can hope that chapters will be longer from now on. Remember, reviews=incentive for faster update.
