Vampirates
By: K_Leigh_B

Summary: Her feelings get the better of her, and encouraged her to take a course in life based on a promise. But along the way, she finds out the truth of reasoning as well as the truth about herself. But with Vampire Pirates as companions on this journey? What could possibly go wrong?

Rate: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon nor do I assume I do. This is merely a random plot I thought of to which I used the Sailor Moon characters. . please don't sue *hands and knees* plsss. I also want to say I don't own 'Wanted' nor the storyline, but used the idea as a beginning. I also don't own .Hack. I merely used characters names. THE VOICES MADE ME DO IT!

Chapter 3: Things we do

On my journey I had sung now and then to myself. But this constant singing was really hurting my vocal chords. I hadn't trained my voice in awhile, and so by the seventh song my voice was getting dry and starting to hurt. But just as I finished the song, I looked up and around myself. Trying to spot the lady to try and send a message through my pleading eyes, she was nowhere to be found. Risking it, I looked at the men in front of me. They were all drunk, and were swarmed with woman all over them. I didn't even notice when they came out.

But as I looked on, I noticed, right there in front of me in the middle of the room was the man from earlier, the man I was singing for, staring at me. I was stunned. I didn't mean to look at him, but my eyes just wondered over them all and came to him. Halting, looking straight at him, I noticed he must have been staring at me intensely for a while; he never blinked. Never paid any attention to the females that were all over him… he was like a statue… a staring statue. And that was when I started to have my heart attack; my heart bet so fast. Sweat, I'm sure, was starting to drop, I couldn't move, I was in a trance, lost in his eyes. But my subconscious was telling me I wanted him, that I needed him, that I wanted to be closer. I just wanted to jump off the stage and jump onto him… but that wasn't like me… I've never jumped anyone… and I'm sure I've never wanted someone like this before…

"Would the lady like a drink?" his smooth silken words washed over me, washing me from my trance. I shook my head and looked, wide eyed. He was right there in front of me. I didn't remember him walking towards me, but right there, on the edge of the stage I was, and he in front of me, holding a glass of some sort up to me, "Surely you must be thirsty, or why else stop singing?" he gently said as he encouraged me to take then glass.

I looked at the glass and back at him, never meeting his eyes. But there was something familiar about him. His aura radiated with a gold shine I'd never seen before. He was definitely something I've never seen before. His whole image was amazing. Perfect and elegant at everything, and the way he spoke was just mesmerizing. "I… I…" I tried to speak, but I was dumbfounded, just staring at him. I could hear faint laughter in the background, but I was oblivious to most of it.

"You what?" he merely asked, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"She's not allowed to take orders or anything offered to her from anyone but me!" came a strong willed female voice.

I swallowed and looked where the voice came from. It was Madam Ral. A wave of relief washed over me. But soon fear came once she started to walk rather fast towards us. I looked back at the man, who continued to smile and back to the lady.

"Just stop whatever you're doing Endymion!" she sternly said once she approached, it was quiet enough so no one else heard but the three of us. "She is not to be played with!"

"Madam," he lightly chuckled, "I was merely offering the girl a drink since she had been singing for awhile, and no doubt her voice must hurt, or else why stop?" he looked back at me, "Though… I'd never think of such a girl as a toy," He added, humour obvious in his voice.

"Whatever you think of her, don't!" Madam Ral got closer and her voice quieted, but her voice was still firm.

Endymion bent slightly towards the lady, "And what do you think I think of her?"

She just looked at him with harsh eyes; obviously silence was enough to say what she needed.

"Well," he returned to his normal posture, "Must I remind you what kind of business you are running here?" he peered at her with a raised brow, "So… if one such as me had such a thought you're thinking," he looked at me then back to the woman, "One should not be denied."

The lady just raised her head, her eyes narrowing in on Endymion, "But she," she motioned towards me, "is different. She's the singer, not the… you know…" she looked at me, "Besides, she's special." She looked back at the man, "I do not want her tainted by anyone; particularly someone like you."

"That is harsh," he said mockingly, "After what I did for you, all of you, you treat me like this and deny me something I want?"

"I may be in debt to you, but I can tell she is special! She is not a toy to be played with Endymion! I will not let her live a life like the other women I hire."

"And who says I want her for such a reason?"

"Because all men would! I see how you and your men look at her." She turned to me; "I'm surprised she's stayed pure for this long. Living a life by herself; no doubt."

The man raised an eye brow at the lady and peered at me, "Pure?" he turned back towards the woman, "That is a… word… I haven't heard in a long time."

"Yes, well…" she looked at him, her voice firm, never letting a feeling of what she felt get detected, "there was a taint… but as I looked more, it was nothing but survival instincts… she is special, rare…" she left the rest open.

"A girl like her could cause you trouble madam. Why not let me take her off your hands for a very, very generous price?" his voice changed, it was still smooth, but there was a rhythm to it.

"My…" she paused, "she could… but…" her speaking was slowed, like she was in a trance.

"This is a very good deal Madam. Such an enormous amount of gold, for such a troubling girl," he kept his voice in a patterned rhythm never letting his eyes leave hers. It was like they were oblivious to me being here. I didn't like the fact they were talking about me, and he was trying to buy me off, but I couldn't stand up from myself. I actually felt safe with the thought of being with him. I know weird. But it was hard to explain. But what freaked me was the woman… how she knew I was 'pure' but tainted due to instincts… well it scared me. I knew that those people were 'monsters' but they all blended in so well like normal people. I guess it was the only way to survive nowadays.

"Yes… a very good deal," the woman slurred, "Very generous of you."

"So, if it's agreed," he took out a book and pen and wrote in his book, "Here is your cheque madam, and I'll take what is mine," he handed the cheque to the woman and stared.

She looked at the cheque and back at the man, "Thank you for doing me this wonderful favour," she smiled. Turing to me, she added, "Take care, and be good for him!"

As she turned and walked off I stared in confusion, and fear. What had he just done? Was it normal? What was he? I dared a look at him, but regretted it straight away, he was staring at me again, and I was caught in his eyes. It felt like the depth of his midnight blue eyes went on forever. Just drowning in them, it was like there was no end.

"Now," he held out his hand towards my hand, "how is that voice of yours my dear?"

I felt compelled to him for some reason. It was like someone else was in my head and pushed my better self away, acting on my behalf; for I had spoken, "Good now…" I said putting my hand in his.

Once my hand touched his own, a small smile graced his features, "Very good, very good to hear," he spoke as he kissed my hand. Once his lips touched my skin, a felt an eclectic volt shoot through me. It was like a slap against my face, and I was me again. He was holding onto me, and for some reason I was stunned around him; though I felt safe. "How do you feel about joining me and my men on the sea?" he asked; still peering up at me from the bottom of the stage.

I had to take a moment to process everything that had just happened. He had just somehow convinced Madam Ral to sell me to him… but I just missed his last words. Join him on the sea. Madam was right! "So you are pirates!" I gasped, snatching my hand from his; taking steps back from the edge to get away from him. "And what did you do to Madam Ral?"

In one single, perfect smooth jump, he leapt onto the stage before me and walked towards me, peering down at me due to his height, like I was the lamb and he was the wolf, "What are you referring to? What kind of town do you think you're in?" his voice was still soft, but there was a hint of sarcasm.

Still taking steps back, I tried to look away, but his approach was still frightening me. "How you got her to sell me to you! She was very persistent to keep me away from you… but you did something!" my voice was trembling. I tried to keep it steady, but my heart was beating fast, and whatever my attraction to him was, was scaring me. "And… and what do you mean what kind of town I think I'm in?" I wasn't making sense…well I don't think so; my own words weren't making sense to me. My thoughts were everywhere, too much to understand.

"This town is two-faced and it's a front." He merely said, "and obviously Madam Ral had a change of mind," he looked into my eyes, approaching me as I took my tiny steps back, "You do believe me right?" his voice had that same rhythm to it from before with Madam Ral.

There was a slight tingly sensation when his last words reached me. It was like feathers coaxing me, soothing me into a state of mind of rest, but my subconscious pushed the feeling away, I slightly glared at him, stopping in my steps, "I do not think she would have changed her mind just like that! I believe you used a form of intimidation! And what do you mean by two-faced front?"

The smile on his face reached his eyes, "You're a smart one my dear. Very smart. So use your head. How would, as you said, 'pirates' be able to stay and dine at such a place?" I knew there was a double meaning there.

He was right… pirates weren't really allowed in towns, unless someone was getting paid at the docks and in the government to allow them in. So I was guessing this town was a supply town for the pirates, and two-faced since it neither stands behind the pirates or government. So obviously I understood now what kind of town I was in… but what else was I smart about. I gasped, "It was intimidation!" my eyes widened in fear and I started to move back again. There were only a select few kind of monsters that had the ability like such called compulsion. It was a skill that gave them power over people; in forms of intimidation, demand, alignment, alluring, basically brainwashing. But the way he used it… there was no doubt, no remarking it… he was a vampire. Okay, so I already knew he was one… but there was no real evidence, Madam Ral just told me they were Gods of Death… but having some sort of evidence, was overwhelming. Vampires now days were few in numbers, and very rare to see. They were believed to be one of the most powerful creatures in league with the gods.

His smile disappeared and he walked faster towards me. For the first time this night, in that small second of fear, that I actually noticed his black ebony hair that was untamed; his mescaline jawbone and body. The way he smelt, the aura that radiated off him was ever changing; though it still held that streak of gold. It was all too much too take in, but I had nowhere to go, I had reached the wall and my back was pinned. "Yes my dear. And I'm guessing you now know exactly what I am," he pinned me to the wall by putting his arms out to ensure I didn't escape, "But the question remains. Who are you? And why didn't my persuasion work on you?"

So many things where running through my mind. But his closeness was too close, my heartbeat wouldn't calm and there was… I don't know… I think I was trying to find something in all my thoughts. Within all my haste, and without any thought, my hands darted to his collar and tore his shirt open to reveal his chest. And right there, in front of me in all its glory was my nightmare. It was the tattoo of the God of Death. The hooded skull with a blade that had elfish writing around it. I gasped. The images running through my head were all too much. I lost all muscle and felt my legs give out on me; everything going black.

I do not know what happened after everything went black on me, but I woke to an awful feeling. I was in my subconscious; I wasn't awake, but I kept thinking about the images and the scene that happened just before. After so many years I finally get the chance to see the man who stole Darien from me… but he was different. He seemed too young to be the captain… to be that man… but he had the tattoo… but as the images of him came up in my mind… he reminded me so much of Darien. The hair, the eyes… the way I was lost in his eyes… but it couldn't be. NO! I refused to let myself think of such a thing. How was I to know that he was the captain, or that the captain even stole Darien from me? As far I knew, all vampires were branded with the same tattoo of the death fraternity. Fighting my way out of my subconscious, I flung my eyes open and grasped onto the necklace around my neck. 'I'm so close to you finding you now Darien,' I thought as I tucked the necklace back under my dresses top and swung my legs off the side of the bed. I was still dressed in what Madam Ral had given me. The little maid like outfit with the high knee socks and heels. Though I knew my hair had probably dropped, and the make-up probably rubbed off. But after living a life on the run, I didn't really care too much about my appearances.

Looking around, I noticed I was back at the Inn in my room. 'How did I get back here?' I thought. But there was no time. Quickly running to the window, there was no one at the front. Thinking this was my only chance to escape, I quickly packed my bags. I was going to change, but I didn't want to risk time. So I grabbed my bag that held the little things I did have and headed towards my door. I paused, as I was three feet away. There was a shadow, like someone, whoever was outside was pacing. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I slung my bag over my shoulder and crept out the window. Quickly running over the roof, I jumped onto another one and another one till I reached a canvassed top front and bounced my way to the ground. With my feet landing flat on the ground, I ran for all I had. I had just reached the third corner and as I rounded it, he was there. I came to a complete halt and turned, but he was there again. Walking back slowly, never talking my eyes off him I wanted to kick myself. Not only for choosing to run in stupid alleyways, but because I always found myself trapped around him. "Lea… leave me alone!" I successfully managed to mumble out.

He tilted his head to the side, "Why? I bought you from Madam Ral, so you belong to me… and plus," he pushed his body against mine, pinning me to wall, again. "After your acting last night… I thought maybe you'd like to finish what you started?" his face came oh so very close to mine, I could feel a slight breeze on my cheek.

"What... what would that be?" I asked my voice catching. I had a feeling I knew what he meant, but I was not ready for it. Nor was I ready for my own feelings. I felt… safe with him, but he bought out a side of me I didn't know I had. I was irritated with him, and I just wanted to slap him… but at the same time I wanted… to kiss him.

He placed a small kiss on my cheek and moved towards the corner of my mouth, "Well you were very determined to get me undressed last night," he kissed me again on the corner of my mouth, "But someone had to go and faint," he chortled.

Right now I really wanted to hit him. But I did NOT want to get him undressed. I had heard the stories of vampires, countless times. But Vampirates where the worst and I just had to know if he was one or not… but finding the tattoo… I… it was hard to concentrate with him kissing me where he was. "Stop…" I faintly mumbled as I hopelessly tried to push him away.

Grabbing one of my hands he pushed it to the wall, pushing himself against me harder, taking his other hand and placing it under my chin, "Tell me you don't want this! Tell me you don't feel this connection we have! Tell me you're scared!" his voice begun to get louder and louder as he went on, his voice holding a certain power, "Tell me!" he breathed heavily. Looking straight into my eyes. He had me; there was nowhere I could go.

Did I want this? I could certainly feel this odd connection to him… but was it scaring me? I looked back at his eyes, I was not scared; I was annoyed and angry and… longing? Yes… I did want this. I liked the way his body was pushed against me… I liked the way he was kissing me. But it made me angrier. I couldn't tell him I felt like this! No! He was my enemy until I found out the truth about Darien… but the feelings… "NO!" I managed to protrude out of my mouth with harshness. "I do not want this! Nor do I claim there is a connection between us," I breathed heavily, my vision was going spotted, "I am certainly not scared of you! And I certainly DO NOT belong to you!" I yelled. My vision went completely white. There was rushed feeling that lasted for a second, but my hands here clamped into fists and my body… there was nothing pushing against me now. As I tried to breathe slower, the white dots disappeared and there in front of me was Endymion. He was holding a defensive stance, staring at me with wide eyes and a straight face. He was not shocked or anything, but looked as if he was concentrating on something.

Taking this as my opportunity to run, I ran! But let me tell you; I didn't get too far, because within two minutes I was pinned against a wall, again. "I do not," he breathed out slowly was ample force, "appreciate you doing such a thing around me!" he looked at me with anger running through his eyes. "You will learn to control that once on board the ship! Along with respecting me as your captain and owner!" he spat. Grabbing my wrist he dragged me away towards the docks.

He said it, he was the captain… but his mood changed to fast… and aura… went black; and that gold streak was fading. Trying to get my wrist back, I tugged it and made us come to a stop. He still held my wrist with strength, but he was looking at me, expecting me to say whatever it was I wanted to say. "If you are the captain," I looked at him, "then what did you do with my friend from eight years ago when you kidnapped him!"

There was a moment of silence; the air was heavy, but he loosened his grip on me and diverted his eyes away, "I do not know what you're talking about. I kidnapped no one. You are probably mistaken. Now come along," he continued to drag me, meaning the end of discussion.

"Then are you not Captain Hasseo?"

He paused, turning slowly towards me with a raised brow, "What are you talking about?"

"The names people call you!" I spat. "Terror of death… the wondering dead… the plagues of death that wander the seas!" I paused.

"Ah, those names," he smiled as he walked on, "what about them?" he still had his hand secured around my wrist, but his strides were shortened to my shorter ones.

I sighed, "You do not live up to your reputation," I said slowly.

"What do you mean?" there was curiosity in his words, but he kept walking like it was nothing.

"You're like a one person circus show," he stopped, causing me to pause, "You have multiple personalities. Your aura is never the same colour for more than a minute," I shook my head.

"Then you do not know me," he started, "if I am what you say, then how did my reputation came to be? Obviously you have not met my other personalities." He then started to walk again, "Though, I don't think you would like to see some of them."

The rest of the walk was in silence. I had given up; he was too much, and he was not answering my questions for the best of times… so I merely walked wherever he dragged me. Coming to a halt again, just near the entrance of the market section just before the docks, he turned to me, looking me up and down. "I do not know how you got this far with those looks, but I do not need anyone stealing you from me, not this time." As he pulled me towards a cloth sellers store and bought a black cloak, I had to think back over his words, 'not this time,' what did that mean? But without any consideration he started to push the black cloak over my head, "hey, hey! What are you doing?"

As he pushed the rest of the cloak over, he put the hood over my head and grabbed my arm again, "I need you to be hidden. Or else we will not be able to reach my ship in time, at least with you."

"What do you mean?" I asked rather fast as he started to power walk.

"You have seen yourself in the mirror dear?" it was posed as a question, but he went on, "you glow like the goddess you are. People are easily guided by selfish needs and wants. And trust me. You could fulfil A LOT of needs and wants from people here." His voice was even and gentle, but his last sentences, there was definitely malice in his voice.

I hadn't asked anything else after what he said. So we paced through the market with haste and reached the docks without fuss. I couldn't take my mind off what he said though. He had said that I glowed like the goddess I was. After what the chief bandit had said to me… I never really forgot about it… but there was still something that linked those two comments. 'The lost goddess' the chief had said, and 'the goddess you are,' Endymion had said. So did that mean… I was from the place of Estelle the Chief had said… and if so… what kind of 'Goddess' was I? But as we wandered down the docks, we slowed as we reached one of the last legs. There was only one ship there, and obviously it was his. The sight of his ship stopped my thought as I stared at it. It was definitely not what I thought. The ship was made of dark cherry timber, and the sides of the deck were painted black, with gold letters, "The Moon Goddess." What a bizarre name for a pirate ship, but I continued to look over the ship. The sails and masks were black, typically, but everything was trimmed in gold. "Is this your ship?" I whispered in awe, as we got closer.

Pride was found in his voice, "Yes my dear." He stopped, "as gods we do like to travel in style. But before we proceed," he looked back towards his ship, "I must lay some boundaries down."

I groined, "Boundaries? What?" Yes, I was being a bit sarcastic here, "You think I'm going to go and drown myself just to escape? You think somehow, being surrounded by vampires… I'll be kidnapped?" I looked at him, one brow raised.

His grip on my arm tightened as he pulled me closer to him; his breath tickling my ears as he came close, "I do not think that at all… what I am referring to, are the other men on board that ship. I may be captain, and they may listen to me. But you are still a girl to them. A girl who hasn't been marked or named for. I cannot punish them for acting on instincts if you were to leave a secured safe place I will set for you. I will very much be angry…"

"Hey!" I cut him off, "Enough with the lecture, I think I get it."

He still had my arm, and was holding me rather close to him, "I do not know why, but you are someone I want to protect, and have by my side… so my boundaries are limited. You will stay in my cabin; everything you will need will be there for you. As for dinner, I will fetch you, and you will always stay in my presence for complete safety reasons," with that he started to walk again.

"Isn't that a little drastic?" as asked in a rushed voice.

"No," he stopped in his stride, "You seemed to have forgotten who we are," he looked in my eyes, holding his voice firm, "We are monsters, and as you are unmarked and not named to anyone, there is no reason for them to keep their paws off you. Morality is not needed in this ship when death is constantly upon us," he then started to walk again.

"Then what about company?" I quickly added, "I'm going to be guessing you'll be on the decks all day. So whom will I talk to? Can't I at least be on deck with you? Get some air? Or something!"

He stopped again, "Questions," he looked back at me, "So many!" his voice was tight, obviously I was frustrating him… but there was still a sly smile on his lips, "You don't seem to understand. As Captain I am needed everywhere… I do not stand in one place. I cannot watch over you in those positions. But, if you behave yourself, I will see what I can do about getting you someone to talk to. Now, is that all?" he looked at me, one raised brow and a small smile playing over his lips.

"Yes," I nodded, "and thank-you," I added. Although I didn't like the fact that he had convinced Madam Ral to sell me, and that I technically belonged to him, he was still nice enough to protect me like this. And with that, we continued to walk towards the boat.

But when we came into a more visible sight, there was a kind of quarrel going on in front of the ships boardwalk to the ship from the dock. There were five men there; three belonged to Endymion's crew, and two other men that I hadn't seen before. Approaching more, Endymion grasped me tighter and put me behind his back, "be silent while I sought this out," he said as we reached the men; and with a very powerful and livid voice, he faced the men, "Why is my ship not ready for sail? And what is it that you are quarrelling about!"

Sad to say, but when I joined this crew… nothing ever worked according to plan, or smoothly like it should have. I guess Endymion was like me… or maybe he was right about me; we or I was troublesome. Maybe the God's weren't in our favour?