Chapter 13
By MG
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He didn't know what compelled him to take the actions he took, but the next thing he knew he was nodding his head in response as he turned to her. Big mistake, his lips were millimeters from her own. He breathed hard as their eyes suddenly locked on one another.
"For tonight, I'm yours." She replied before leaning down and kissing him full on the lips.
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A black sleek sports car roared as if having it's own life before turning sharply around to seek out it's intention.
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He moaned as she straddled him, his hands caressing, searching, his lips becoming familiar with her body.
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She bit her lip as scenes of her and Mamoru together flooded her head. Scenes of them in the midst hot sizzling sex, the hard animal type; the kind that she craved.
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The car went faster, maneuvering as if it knew a secret, as if that secret would destroy a life.
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He lifted his own shirt over his head before fastening his lips to her breast once more...
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He was fierce and mighty, his body pulling back and pushing into her at a fast pace. She bit her lip harder to keep from screaming at the images that played before her mind; she had a job to do, she wasn't here just to fuck around.
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The car sped up as it turned the corner and headed down the long street, the price of the life of its target was high. It was unstoppable as is it stroke fear into the eyes of the many whom dared look upon it. It had no sense of compassion for the lives that it put in danger as it raced towards its destination.
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He impaled her on him; his need for her was all consuming as he began thrusting, her silky warmth constricting around him. Sanity was just a grip away from a grasp.
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They were on her bed, no his bed...on the floor in front of a blazing fire, on the couch, in the den, in the tub, against the shower wall...the scenes were flashing by so quickly that she nearly went mad. With the last ounce of clarity she had in her, she began the task she had come for.
She bit him.
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The car went against traffic, causing it to go awry as it furiously pursued its goal, zigzagging passed many other vehicles. One would think the black car itself had a mind of it's own, the driver seeming to have a death wish.
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He thrashed beneath her as she suckled of him; his strength was no match for her own.
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She wanted to scream out as the images continued to flash before her but managed to control herself as she continuously drank of him. She knew what her destination would be when she was through with him.
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The car suddenly stopped.
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He felt her stop.
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She let go of him before slicing a part of her chest and forcefully bringing his lips to the wound.
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Almost in anger the car sped on through the light, managing to hit some cars on the way, several cop cars in its wake.
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He drank of her greedily, the lifeblood becoming something so satisfying and vital that he didn't think he could let go.
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She pushed him away with finality, her body completely aroused and heated as she arose from him.
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Managing to lose one officer, the other two crashing into various obstacles, the black car pulled onto the street where several small houses resided.
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His breathing was shallow; he watched as her clothes oddly materialized on her, almost as if she had never taken them off. He felt this incessant need for something akin to desire but didn't know what it was. He was still highly aroused.
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She hurriedly walked to the door.
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The car screeched to a halt in front of the walkway just as she opened the door and walked outside.
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He needed to be replenished, he need to have something he knew not of, overwhelming him.
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She only glanced at the car knowingly before running to the side door and hopping inside, slamming the door behind her.
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"Why were you following me?"
"Did you fuck him?"
"What business is that of yours?" She asked angrily as she looked over to his profile. "And I asked you a question!"
"I don't give a damn what you want to know...only thing I want to know is if you fucked him!" Strong hands gripped the stick shift and placed the car in fourth gear as he turned angrily towards her.
"You do not own me!"
"I own you a lot more than you fucking know, now answer the question!"
"Damnit Endymion, I never thought I'd see the day that you actually care-"
"I do not nor ever will pretend to give a fucking shit about you, but I'll be damned if I'm going to be faithful while you aren't!" She looked away from him just in time to see them approaching her mansion.
"How the hell did you find me anyway?" She suddenly asked, turning burning eyes towards him.
"I can tell where you are anywhere on this fucking planet just by your scent." The car came to a startling halt. "Now, get out the fucking car!"
"I am not your bitch." She replied even as she was obeying him. "Nobody tells me what to do..."
"I don't have time for this fucking bratty 'I must get everything I want the way I want it' attitude!" They both reached her front door at the same time, and she was surprised to know that he was just about as fast as her. "You never answered my question...did you fuck him?" He replied as she quickly slammed the door open.
"And I repeat, who the fuck do you think you are?" He stormed into the mansion behind her. She couldn't believe he had the gall to act as if he ruled her; nobody ever talked that way with her.
"How bout you try answering my questions instead of asking more?" His voice echoed off the walls and she was certain many of her servants had heard them arguing. She suddenly stopped in tracks and turned to him. Crack! Her hand went across his face so fast that he hadn't seen it coming.
"I am in control of this fucking relationship and if you ever dare question me in my house and in the presence of my own kind...I will rip your fucking balls off!" She swiftly stormed upstairs to her bedroom in a matter of seconds. He stood there for a moment, his anger boiling, before he quickly followed her.
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She was surprised to say the least when she heard the bedroom slam shut and saw Mamoru swiftly come towards her with a look that could kill on his face. His nose flared up, and his eyes glowed; she had heard about this before, what would happen if you got a werewolf truly angry, and from the looks of it, he was pissed.
She wasn't even given a warning; before she could even blink her clothing was ripped to shreds and she was thrown roughly and haphazardly onto the bed. Just as soon as she could look up from her position on her stomach to see what he was doing, he was already kneeling behind her. She gripped the sheets as he forcefully pushed his way deeply into her channel then stopped; he grasped her hair tightly at the roots of her head and yanked her head back with one hand, his body looming over her to the point in which his head was almost in direct contact with her own. Without preamble he moved any stray tendrils aside from her face, lowered his lips to her ear, and spoke.
"You remember that I am the king of this domain," He began, referring to her body. "And though I may not be able to hurt you when you are unfaithful to me, I will 'kill' anyone who even dare think they may lay claim on it and will make your life a fucking hell!" She was about to protest when he suddenly pressed his face around to the front of her body, his nose centimeters from her skin and his lips gently touching as he traveled down her length, his hands made to follow. She bit her lip to hold back the moans that threatened to escape; she hadn't wanted him to know how arousing that was.
As he moved further she could feel his manhood slowly sliding out, involuntarily her buttocks twitched and she contracted around him; he didn't notice, merely paused; he seemed very concentrated on what he was doing. In frustration she finally spoke.
"What the fuck are YOU DOING?" She screamed out the last words when his lips neared that point where she could no longer hide the frustration of his actions.
"Son of a bitch is lucky that I can't find his scent anywhere on your body, or I'd have to go and have a little supper when I finished screwing you." He looked at her with unsure eyes. Even though he had a feeling she would have the visions, he was unsure; she had proved herself to be way too powerful and for some reason he didn't doubt that if she set her mind to it she could ignore them.
"How did you know about the visions? What the fuck did you have to do with them?" He muttered a few curses for not keeping himself on guard around her as he had usually done, because without effort she had read his mind.
"I didn't, I merely assumed..." He knew he was lying, but he watched himself this time to make sure she didn't know it. He was caught off guard however, when she giggled.
"Well it doesn't matter if you want to kill him or not anyway; he'll be dead within the hour." She smiled wickedly.
"Minx" He growled. "...You're more trouble than you're worth." He chuckled before placing his hands on the bed for support and ramming his manhood into her warm flesh once again; she nearly cried out at being caught unawares. "How bout we resume the horizontal dancing?" He whispered huskily into her ear; she responded by clutching the sheets before her and contracting the muscles around his shaft, causing him to groan.
"By all means." Was her guttural reply as she let him possess her.
He had tried to use sex as a means of forgetting, but his attempts at such were futile as one thing continued to plague his mind. 'When was the last time I had heard her laugh so freely and why I am insanely jealous?' He hadn't known the answer to his internal question, but one thing he did know was that he didn't like the idea that it made him feel warm inside.
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Ami couldn't figure out what was going on; first she had been led on a wild goose chase and then when she had attempted to call Zoycite, he didn't answer. According to the others he was at his home harboring Usagi and making sure she was safe. She gripped the steering wheel as she thought the whole situation over, if she hadn't been extra careful, she'd think this whole thing was a setup.
Even now, for some reason, she was beginning to wonder if Usagi herself wasn't behind all the shadiness that this case involved...her whole story of 'switching limos' in itself wasn't solid.
Come on Ami, what kind of idiot would believe such a story? She sighed. She would just have to question Usagi again and see if she could get her facts straight twice in a row.
She sighed, deciding to clear her mind of that matter for now, as she pulled into Zoycite's driveway and noted the dents in the back of his car, and the bullets through his window. Something was definitely up.
The first few times she rang the doorbell, nobody answered. It was when she was about to turn away that she heard the door creak and turned to face a very disheveled and shirtless Zoycite.
"Ami...come in." He smiled as she quickly walked past him and into the house. "What's up?"
"What's up?" She asked almost angrily. "I repeatedly called you on your two way and got no answer, was sent on a wild goose chase, went out of my mind as to what was going on with our victim under surveillance and all you can say...is 'What's up?'"
"Our victim?" He asked confused as he closed the door behind him; when she turned around, he locked it.
"Hello, remember Usagi! And by the way, where is she?"
"Oh...she's gone." He smiled.
"Gone???"
"Yeah, she split."
"You let a walking target just leave??? Have you gone mad?" She all but screamed.
"Ami relax...I have it all under control, don't worry." He pulled her by the hand and led her to sit on the couch; she had never known Zoycite to be so relaxed in her life. "You look stressed, how bout I give you one of my famous massages?" He knelt behind her before she could utter a word and began kneading her shoulders.
"I don't know why...a little to the left...you always assume that...down some...your massages can get you...god that feels good...out of trouble." She moaned as he continued, leaning her head back some and from side to side in the process.
Zoycite looked at her neck in wonder, so clean, so silky, so smooth; why is it that, that particular part of her anatomy suddenly fascinated him so much? His eyes glazed over as he looked at it; and then suddenly he was leaning over. He planted one soft kiss there, then two; soon, he was suckling her neck, his hands moving further down her body.
"Zachary...this really isn't the time for this." She giggled; he ignored her.
He moved from his position behind her and pushed her to lie on her back on the couch, his lips seeking her neck out once more, nibbling, suckling, and teasing. But when she felt his hands begin to release the hold her belt had on her pants, she placed her hands over his and stopped him.
"Zachary, we can't..."
"Why do you always refuse me Ami...I love you, and I want to be with you." He muttered against her lips as he suckled the bottom, his hands continuing the previous doings. She placed her hands over his chest, pushing him away gently.
"I thought you said you would wait for me...at least until we could figure this out...we could get in trouble for this..."
"I don't care anymore." He whispered as he caught her lips in his own and began to passionately kiss her, pulling back and returning as his fingers managed to undue her belt, and then unzip them.
"Zachary, you...you know I've never been with anyone before...I-"
"I need you Ami." He grounded out as his hand cupped her breast and molded it before pulling away from her to lift her shirt over her head.
"Zachary..." She half moaned half cried as he swiftly yet smoothly yanked her pants off and dropped them on the floor, his own pants soon followed, her undergarments and then his own in a neat pile on the floor. Her fingers dug into his back as she felt his manhood pulsing and twitching against her thigh. When he entered her, the thrust was long, hard, and deep, causing her to cry out, a tear escaping her eye as he broke through her hymen in that one stroke. Her cries mingled with his grunts as he began to start a steady hard pace, she cried as she felt she couldn't keep up with him. His movements were mighty, powerful; his body moist as he dove into her hard, then pulled back brusquely.
He was going too fast.
She looked up into his eyes, hoping to be reassured with love, but instead she met desire and lust as he stared at her, or appeared to be starring at her. Suddenly he looked so distant, as if he wasn't even there, but in another place all-together.
"Zachary." She wailed as he continued his motions, he didn't respond; he was beginning to hurt her as he went faster and faster, deeper and deeper. "Zachary, you're hurting me!" She sobbed as she beat on his chest to get his attention, he still wouldn't respond. His body was so tense and his face became so tight and concentrated, that she became scared. She cried out as she felt him begin to tear through her, blood mingling within. When his eyes glowed bright silver she almost went into shock as she began to pound on his chest. "Zachary...let me go...Zachary stop...you're hurting me!" She cried, but was unheard.
"Serenity..." He grunted as he continued pumping into her, her attempts to push him off her were futile, he was much too strong for her for some reason. She was racked with sobs as she attempted to slide over from beneath him, shaky fidgety hands reaching to the floor for her pants. With blind eyes, she pulled her gun out and pointed it at his chest; he stopped suddenly as he looked down at her in wonder. "Ami...what are you doing?" He asked in a soft gentle voice, the glow in his eyes dissipating. "Where am I?" He continued and then looked at the gun where her finger was nervously tapping the trigger. "Ami? Why are you pointing a gun at me?" He asked softly. She shook her head from side to side, tears flowing freely, as she looked up at him.
"Get away from me..." She muttered. "Get the hell away from me..."
"Ami...give me the gun..." He looked at her gently as he licked his dry parched lips.
"No..." She shivered as she held the gun tightly in her hand and pushed against his chest.
"Ami, sweetheart...it's me...now give me the gun..." His eyes were scared and weary as he looked down at her shaking form.
"Zachary?" She was unsure.
"I would never hurt you Ami...now give me the gun..." He coerced as he gently placed his hand over it and began to take it away from her. "That's a good girl..." He smiled as she slowly left the gun in his hands. When he finally had it, he slowly lifted his self off her and into a kneeling position at the end of the couch. "What did you think you were doing?"
"I don't know I-" And then she looked into his eyes; they were glowing once more.
"You fucking bitch." He spat bitterly as he pointed the gun at her. "I'll teach you some manners." Almost to quickly she kicked the gun out of his hand, sending it sprawling towards the floor before she dashed across the floor to get it. She winced in pain when she felt his foot connect to her stomach hard, causing her to flip over onto her back. Just as he began walking over to get the gun she flipped on all fours, and kicked him in his shins, sending him to the floor and allowing her to reach the gun and turn around just as he was looming over her. He looked at the gun between them and smiled, before the glow dissipated once more.
"Ami...something's wrong with me, help!" He choked out as he neared her.
"Get the fuck away from me you bastard!" She screeched as she pointed the gun at his chest.
"Ami...what are you doing?" His eyes glossed over as he looked at her...with love? She was unsure.
"Get the fuck back!" She shrieked, arms shaky as she kept the gun pointed in his direction.
"Ami calm down...I don't know what's going on...but you need to put...the gun...down." He made motions with his hands as he lowered them.
"No!" She shook her head from side to side, as the sobs began to rack her body once more; she needed to think, but there wasn't any time. "I said to get the fuck back and that means that I want you to get the fuck back!" He backed away slowly.
"Okay Ami...we'll do this your way...I'm backing away slowly...now...just put the gun down." She watched as he placed his hand behind his back and onto the couch.
"Don't move! Don't fucking move or I'll blow your brains out!" She screamed; and then the next few seconds happened to quickly for her.
From behind his back he pulled out a gun and pointed it at her; she had no time to think as his finger went to the trigger and began to fire. Acting on impulse she fired back, repeatedly. She watched in horror as his body slumped to the ground, the gun he had been holding, nowhere in sight.
Slowly the gun in her hand fell to the hardwood floor with a loud clank as she brought her hands to her face to wipe the tears.
"Am-Ami?" He choked through the blood that spilt from his lips. He gazed at her with wide eyes as he lay in a pool of blood, his heartbeat slowing down. She sobbed as she crawled over to him, and cradled his head in her arms.
"Zach-Zachary?" She cried.
"Am...Lov...you." Was the last words that he muttered before he slumped over her. Her body nearly convulsed, as she looked at all the blood that lay around her...and then she screamed.
"My, my, my...look at what you've done...and he wasn't even armed." She turned her head sharply to the source of the voice and came face to face with Usagi who sat on the leather couch with her legs crossed, her hands neatly folded over them, and her head moving from side to side in disgust. "What are you going to do now?"
"He did have a gun...I-I saw it! He-he fired at me!" She wailed in defiance.
"Then tell me my dear, how come he's the bloody mass on the floor and you're not?" Usagi arched her brow at her.
"You did this!" She accused.
"Let us take a moment to step back and look at this in full, your gun, with your fingerprints all over it, fired repeatedly at Zoycite...hmmm.... no, don't think it's my fault." She concluded in a mocking voice.
"Bitch, you made him do this!" She replied. "I have no motive to kill, I was defending myself!"
"Defending yourself from what?" Usagi grinned evilly as she looked upon Ami's with something akin to laughter bubbling inside her.
"He...he was rap-raping me." She quivered as she looked down at her clothed body, which had been naked moments before.
"Okay, let's see...this is how I see it...you come in here fully clothed and Zachary." She smiled. "Tells you that he's going to tell everyone about your drug problem-"
"But I don't have a-"
"I'd like to believe you Ami, really I would, but when you came here with that car full of marijuana...what was one to think?" Ami stared at her in disbelief.
"I just apprehended that today on a drug bust!"
"And you so conveniently forgot to turn it in? Look, I know you tried hard to keep it a secret but it happens to the best of us." Usagi sighed before continuing. "So anyways," She smiled. "You get so mad...that you shoot him repeatedly." She forms a gun with her fingers and points in the direction of where his body lay. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" She paused before looking back to Ami once more. "After realizing what you have done, you take the gun in your hand, point it at your head, and shoot yourself."
"I don't know what the fuck you are, and why you think you can get away with such a fucking LIE, but I don't care either, this ends now!" Ami scowled as she picked up the fallen gun from the floor and pointed it at her.
"Woe, Ami!" Usagi put her hands up in defeat. "We're getting a little defensive aren't we? First you kill poor Zachary and now you're all after me?"
"Your prints are in this room too, I'm pretty sure that I can make up a very good story as to why you were here."
"Is that sass? Are you sassing me?" She asked with a mock grin. "Wow, that's pretty good...too bad though, the truth of the matter is that I was never even here...oh, but lets just leave that to rest shall we? We have a suicide to commit!"
"You can't get me to kill myself."
"Oh really? Then tell me, why is that gun pointed at your head?" Ami nearly cried out as she saw her own arm bent, her forearm angled at the side of her head, her fingers nervously tapping the trigger.
"This isn't real!" She cried.
"I don't appreciate being called a liar!" She snapped. "You know...this is actually more fun that killing people the old fashion 'drink them to death' way." She beamed as her demeanor suddenly changed with her last thought.
"You can't do this." Ami cried.
"Humans are so pathetic I swear." She replied as she stood up. "I'm going to have to get going now though...contrary to popular belief, I really don't like being in the middle of a bloody mess." She walked passed Ami's still tense body and towards the door. "Bye..." She slammed the door behind her and breathed in the cool night air.
"3...2...1" She disappeared in a swirl of wind just as a shot rang through the darkness.
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When Makoto opened the door to her home around eleven thirty that evening, she hadn't known what to expect, which was why she made sure Nephrite was armed and ready. At first she was rather confused when she saw the short blond whom shared some resemblance to their friend Usagi, but whatever she had felt in that moment was nothing compared to the shock of seeing the tall man with fierce eyes and a shock of red hair. She felt like the world suddenly came to a halt as she backed up sharply in fear, shaking her head in disbelief; truly this man of legend was not at her house! She fell backward into her husband's arms as she slowly clamored to get away. Nephrite quickly put her aside with reflexive moves before aiming his crossbow at the invader.
"What do you want here?" He said fiercely, attempting to keep calm.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" The petite blonde, whom they had unseemly forgotten, suddenly spoke up softly, arching her brow at the man.
"Uh..." He scratched the back of his head nervously as he looked from her to the man with the crossbow and back to her again. "I guess...my reputation precedes me." He smiled lopsidedly at her before fixing his glare at the crossbow. "Really though, you mustn't believe everything the books tell you about me...I think I'm rather nice." He replied as he reached for the crossbow the man had aimed at him; automatically it fired and he caught the arrow before grabbing the crossbow quickly in the other hand. "I'm not going to hurt you, if I wanted to...don't you think I would have already?" He handed the crossbow back to him. "This is Minako, and I am"
"Robert Dracon D'Versaille...grandson of Dracula..."
"Great-grandson." He smiled. "But it's nice to know that you do your research..."
"May we come in?" Minako arched her brow at them before walking rudely into the house past the man and then finally past the woman who sat on the floor on her rear.
"Remind me to teach her some manners." Robert shook his head from side to side as he walked past the shocked couple and followed Minako into the den.
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"Let me get this straight...you...two evil vampires-"
"We are not evil, we have souls you know...jeez, you guys watch 'too much' television." Minako sighed as she placed her feet lazily up on Robert's lap.
"This is too much to take in." Makoto rubbed her temples in concentric circles as she looked to Robert whom seemed a bit preoccupied with something as his hands lazily massaged Minako's feet. 'That' in 'itself', puzzled her; since when were vampires this endearing to one another.
"Like I said before, we have souls, we have the choice to be kind to others." Minako smiled as Makoto gasped, realizing she had read her mind. "And in our culture, our life mate is the same as a wife or husband is in your own."
"Your culture?"
"That is the error of many, we just like any other human who is different, are just another culture who has a different means of survival." She smiled. "But I figured since my friend Olivia has told you her story, that you would understand that by now."
"Now I am really confused." She continued. "How did you know about Olivia, and how did you know that I knew about her...the only thing you managed not to have right was who told me."
"Reianne...I never knew that Olivia carried again!" Makoto felt like her head was swelling when she realized that once more this vampire had read her mind. She watched as Minako shockingly shook Robert to see if he had heard that piece of information and was surprised to see that he was in a world of his own. She shoved him gently in the chest with her foot just as Nephrite entered the room with drinks. "Robert! Olivia has a second child!"
"I know, and it seems to me that she is with child..."
"What?" She practically jumped in her seat. "I never knew that one of the fighters was Serenity's own half-sister!"
"Wait a minute!" Nephrite suddenly interrupted. "What is a fighter? How do 'you' know about Olivia? And who exactly are you?" He asked pointedly at her; it was obvious that Robert would be of no assistance, as he seemed to be a little distant for some reason.
"You are fighters, the four of you." She began answering his questions and ticking them off on her fingers as she went down the list. "I know about Olivia because I was the one closest to her." Then she smiled. "Who am I? That's simple really...I'm Elizabeth." She ended as she shook her head and allowed it to become its once shiny brown, her eyes returning to its chocolate russet. Makoto almost immediately backed up; this was really too much.
"'The' Elizabeth?" Nephrite asked curiously. "We never heard of what happened to you, we assumed that you were dead..."
"I do not believe that I am dead." She smiled before looking to Robert once more. "What has gotten your attention so much beloved?"
"There is strange power here...I sense the recent binding of souls." He muttered silently. "Vampire and human..." He whispered deeply into the silence as he arose from his seat.
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Rei moaned as Jadeite passed his lips lightly along her jaw, before whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She giggled when he tickled her lobe with his tongue; her fingers slipping within his hair, allowing it's silky golden silvery strands to slide through her fingers.
Mmmm...you're still not tired? She opened her shimmering silver black eyes and smiled lazily as she spoke into the darkness.
I could go on for hours still. He chuckled as his hand lazily passed up her inner thigh and cupped her; she arched her body towards him. I never thought I'd see the day that having these kinds of powers excited me... He scraped his newly formed fangs along her neck, teasing her; she sighed blissfully, ready to allow him within the comfort of her embraces once more.
And that's when they felt it. It was an odd sensation, as if someone or something was probing their minds, entering their souls.
Did you feel that?
Yes... It was strange, but gentle; and then just as suddenly as it came, it was gone. He looked at her and sighed, knowing that the moment had been spoiled. Let's go see what the others are doing... After a moment's contemplation he sat up suddenly, and brought her up with him; they quickly dressed.
After leaving their rooms, when they had reached the end of the hallway, at the entrance to the den, they heard voices and stayed hidden so that they could hear what was going on.
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"Reianne...oh no, but I thought-" Minako began. 'This voice is foreign to me.'
"That is usually not allowed..." Robert began suspiciously. "But somehow things have changed..." 'This one as well.'
"What are you talking about?" Nephrite arose from his seat next to Makoto, he wasn't sure what to make of all of this as Robert began to pace back and forth. Both Rei and Jadeite immediately recognized the deep intoned voice of their friend.
"I have got it! I know what is different! There is obviously a loophole to this law...if the human is the first one to bring up the discussion about the binding of souls then the ritual is allowed! Otherwise it shall be assumed that the vampire used persuasion to get them to do it" He turned towards them in triumph.
"Could someone please explain this to us?" After a moment of quickly explaining the situation to the two of them they all calmly sat once more in their seats in silence.
Rei bit her lip as she realized how close they were to losing each other by performing the act that they did; Jadeite simply gave her a kiss on the cheek followed by a reassuring squeeze.
"So, what exactly did you come for?" Nephrite finally asked. At this, the two hidden ones perked up immediately.
"We need your help."
"I do not understand." Makoto stated
"It is simple, as part of the Queens plans I had come here to pretend to be a vampire turned good who wanted to warn you of a massacre that would occur tomorrow evening in the gypsy lands...she is pretending that she is after all of their people...but truly she is only after the last line of the ancient ones..." Minako began.
"We know what she is planning, and we do not agree with her ways..." Robert continued.
"How do we know that this is not a setup?" Nephrite queried.
"You shall have to trust us..." Robert sighed. "Though we have no time to gain it...they attack tomorrow whether you help us or not."
"They call this plan Alpha, I wasn't sure if I should tell you this or not, but I guess it does not matter...plan Alpha is what one would call a double edged sword...Serenity thinks so much far ahead than you can possibly imagine. Not only will you be occupied with the matter of protecting all the gypsies so as to not know what family you truly must protect, but it will leave your home unguarded, allowing her to send some assailants over to steal your book."
"Then we take it with us-" Nephrite spoke up.
"Not necessary...at this point the book is useless to you."
"I do not understand; we have not even gotten far in deciphering the text that will tell us what we need to know...we cannot just leave the book for them." Makoto interjected.
"I know that Setsuna sent you that book, but it is virtually useless to you...she did not send it to you so that you could use it to decipher the prophecies, she knew you would have trouble, only people of true descent can interpret the manuscripts readily. The real reason you have it is so that you could keep it away from her..."
"It does not make sense, why would Sets send us the book to keep it from herself?" She queried in response.
"Because, she had happened upon the book early in the game and it was only a matter of time before she figured out the queens plans...but that is where the problem begins, I tell you that you are much safer going on without that book, everyone who has held it for a surmountable amount of time has been found dead or turned to her side."
"The vampire queen." Nephrite replied.
"Precisely."
"But why wait? Why not get it from them as soon as she learns that they have it?" Makoto sat down frustrated as she tried to put the pieces of this puzzle together in her head.
"The queen is no fool, why do all the hard work when she could have someone else do it for her?" Robert chuckled.
"You mean to tell me that she somehow manages to stay close to whomever has the book, allows them to decipher the prophecy, and then kills them when they get too far?"
"Exactly. The first in this series was a man by the name of Seratio Devertari, a demon hunter and researcher, but once he got too close she turned him over to her side and used his abilities. She had planned to have him start working on the book, but a funny thing happened...it suddenly disappeared."
"Setsuna got it." Makoto added with sudden dawning.
"Now you are beginning to see...' He smiled. "It was quite some time before she was able to trace the book down to her, and by that time Setsuna had found out much more than she had expected...but it was too late; she sent the book to you."
"And she has been waiting all this time for us to make progress so that she could take it back again? Why didn't she just turn Setsuna?"
"Because the ancient ones can not be turned." He laughed mockingly. "I could just imagine the look on her face when she tried to but failed."
"But I really don't understand why we should leave the book. Wouldn't it only aide her in her findings?" Nephrite argued.
"At this point in time we are ahead of her for once." Robert smiled. "The last family of the ancient ones is the key to everything, and if we can get them, we can definitely put an end to this I'm sure." He paused. "Besides, I repeat, she is not brainless, if the book were not here she would assume there was a leak among us...we would be found out, something that we can not afford."
"How is it you know all this?" Nephrite suddenly asked, unsure.
"I am a vampire in my own rights with my own powers, though I am not is strong as my niece, I have my ways...I am older in years after all, and wisdom comes with age" He replied. "I did not know at first that she was what she was because of her power, but when Endymion requested a background check on her, it gave me the perfect excuse to find what I could on her..." He laughed. "Sometimes I think she is too good even for own good…she was able to put up an illusion in her mind that made me read thoughts from her that seemed innocent, while her true thoughts were guarded…which is why I could not come up with anything bad on her."
"Who, if I may ask, is Endymion?"
"Mamoru Chiba of course…"
"I see."
"Also Dark Lord of the Werewolves." He grinned. "But that is a matter for another time."
Jadeite let out the breath he had been holding; he had not known who this man was but he felt a good aura about him, at once he decided to step in.
"So, what do we do?" They all turned towards him; Robert smiled to see that he was taking a stance.
"Go just as she plans and save as many gypsies as you can...we plan on switching the family's house with another. Once the vampires leave you return home immediately, by then the book should be gone...when you 'discover' that it is missing, declare your home unsafe and leave immediately for a place you know that no one would find you...we shall take the family and meet you there."
Trusting her husband's judgment, Rei stepped in as well.
"And if this doesn't work?" She asked as she appeared silently next to Jadeite; it was a habit of hers to know exactly what she was up against.
"If it doesn't work then consider the only hopes of us stopping your half-sister eliminated."
"I know that I am being pessimistic when I say this, but why hasn't she killed us yet?" She questioned with dutiful eyes.
"Because to her, you were not a threat...you had not discovered enough things to make her concerned."
"But we still do not have much..." Rei argued.
"We know this...but I believe that she is running out of time, she can not afford to not get the book and await your findings...though I do not know for when she plans to do whatever the Omega plan entails."
"But how could she even know how far we are, she is not here to see what we are doing every waking moment of the day!" Minako laughed bitterly before looking to Rei once again.
"She has been on the inside of your operation for so long and you had never even known it." She smiled.
"What are you talking about?" Nephrite asked in a frustrated yet angry manner.
"It's simple you see...Serenity, the Queen of the Vampires, the Angel of light whom you search so diligently for, are one and the same person."
"But why call the queen of vampires the 'Angel of Light'?" Rei sighed. This whole scenario was making her head spin and she wasn't sure how much more she could soak in. It was silent for but a moment before Minako whispered quietly.
"Does not Lucifer himself, Lord of Hell, mask his own darkness by referring to himself as the angel of light?"
"This means Usagi is in trouble, we have to help her!" Jadeite suddenly exclaimed determinedly before Rei suddenly repressed him, choking on her own words.
"Don't you see?" She cried to them with wide teary eyes. "She 'is' Usagi!"