Blueeyedevil06, you're amazing. Yeah, for my wonderful beta!

Jadeite lounged in the chair in the room and read in the dim light. With his supernatural eyes, he didn't need much to see the pages. He was reading anything and everything that Usagi had that even mentioned witches. For two days, he had taken up sentinel in Rei's room while she drifted in and out of consciousness.

She would wake long enough for him to help her to eat, listen to what he was learning, and smile at the new thing Usagi had decided she "had to have" to speed her recovery and then grow weary and fall back asleep, sometimes sitting up still. He would tuck her in, kiss her forehead, and go back to reading.

As he dozed lightly, a man appeared next to him, and he almost pissed himself. "Mars?" He asked, remembering seeing Rei yelling at him.

"Yes." A chair appeared, and Mars sat down. "Your mate is something else. She ignored part of the information I gave her. She'll be fine, but she pushed harder than she needed to."

Jadeite breathed a sigh of relief. "I was so worried."

"I noticed. I came to encourage you. This will be two more days' time."

"Why does she have to Vision Walk to see you?" Jadeite couldn't help asking. "You can appear here for her."

"Only she could have taken the golden crystal out of the ether. But otherwise, every time she comes through Vision Walking, she gets stronger. It's to grow her. She gains power from the ether too." Mars shrugged. "I get it, but you don't have to worry. I won't let my precious daughter be harmed. You are far from the only one who loves her."

"She's barely been conscious for two days! You say it will be four! How is this not harmed," he asked, frustrated at Mars.

"She is tired; she's not dying. Rei used so much power and put her energy beyond its limits."

Jadeite shook his head. "She looks so vulnerable."

Mars laughed, "to me, she looks more powerful than she ever has. She forced his whole body to heal at once. It was supposed to be gradual, and she knew that. She's even stronger than I hoped she would be. I'm so damn proud of her."

"I'm…I guess I was just scared."

"Which was why I came." Mars stood, and the chair disappeared. "You're a good man and one I can accept for my beloved daughter."

"How do you know? Prophesy?"

"No. You're here sitting with her, reading books on magic, watching over her. That's how I know." Then Mars disappeared.

Nephrite went to the fridge and grabbed out an ice-cold beer. He put a beer koozie on it for two reasons. One, to hide it from the guys that it was a local craft beer, they liked to give him shit about that, and two, Ami had deemed one acceptable in place of a coaster since it didn't leave water rings on the end table. In hindsight, he admitted the glass table he didn't buy would have been the better option than the manly-looking wood one he purchased. You can Windex water rings off of glass—according to Ami.

He made it to the living room and flopped down on the couch, and since he didn't see Ami around, he put his feet up on his coffee table and relaxed. He took a long sip of his beer and, without looking, placed it on the end table like normal.

The thud, and the sound of beer pouring out shocked him, and he jumped up from the couch and saw the end table was missing. "Ami! Get down here! Where's my table?!"

As he snatched up the almost empty beer, she appeared by his side. "No need to shout. I'm a vampire."

He shot an irritated look at her and motioned to the beer puddle on the floor. "I was shouting because my table is missing, not so you could hear me."

She gave him an innocent look and said, "I'm having it refinished at my cost. Now that you all use coasters, I figured I could get those ugly water rings fixed. You're welcome," she said sweetly.

"The answer is the sweet one that gets away with being a brat."

"What?"

"If you're wondering what type of sister you would be, that's the answer."

She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. Then she said, "you better clean that up before it stains."

"Brat," he said with no heat and went to go get a towel to clean it up.

Mamoru had to physically force himself to go to University, and even then he had people on rotation to watch Usagi. She rolled her eyes lovingly and told him to go.

Makoto chuckled when she showed up for her "shift" as Mamoru had called it. "What does he think is going to happen?"

"'A queen needs her guards,' he claims." Usagi shook her head in amusement. "He's possessive of me and trying to learn to handle a werewolf's possessiveness mixed with a vampire's. It's all happening at once for him. He deems you 'part of us' so you count as him keeping a close eye on me. He's actually doing remarkably well in all of this."

"He is?" Makoto asked, interested. She loved learning more and more about the supernatural.

"There isn't a precedent for what he is. It seems like things are more heightened for him. And surely you noticed how much self-control that man has. He's really impressive."

Minako sighed sadly, stepping into the temporary police station in Tokyo. The mood there was obviously very subdued. There were countless funerals scheduled that day. Flowers decorated every surface and some bouquets were even sitting on the floor. It smelled like a floral shop.

She followed the man tasked with processing her international transfer assignment. He was pleased and relieved that she spoke Japanese when he met her. She was shocked he hadn't been told and mentioned that fact to him.

He frowned. "I may have been, honestly. I've been in a fog. This has been like a living nightmare. I'm so glad that guy's head was on a pike." He showed her his phone lock screen and it was Diamond's severed head on a pike with the flash drive still up his nose.

The man then blushed, "sorry. That probably seems gruesome to you."

She laughed and shook her head. "No, not at all." She then showed him her lock screen with the same photo. "I'm not as sweet as I seem."

He handed her ID, badge, and information. "Well, normally, we're more organized. But, find an empty spot and it's yours. Good luck. We're working on getting more space."

She assured him she'd be fine, and she wandered the police station. She had a meeting with her new boss in ten minutes, so she looked around.

The room was full of people, and it was so quiet. People barely talked, and she was warned all calls were being redirected to other stations since the phone system wasn't up yet.

She bumped into a white-haired detective and apologized. He smiled at her and snatched her wrist. She easily retrieved it, but there was a light in his eyes.

"Venus?" He whispered.

"What?"

"Rumor is someone nicknamed Venus is coming from the London Police. I suspect that's you."

She shrugged, "I don't know why you would think that. My name is Minako."

He smiled wide and whispered very quietly so only a vampire could hear. "I'm friends with Usagi. My name is Artemis. And you don't have a pulse."

She blinked at him and held her calm facade. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He smiled like the cat that got the canary. "No human could have heard me."

She smiled, hiding her frustration at her foolish mistake. "My name is Minako."

"And I just offered to introduce you to a living legend."

"I don't know what you're-"

He cut her off by holding up a photo on his phone of him, Luna, and Usagi. "Tonight sound good?"

She nodded instantly. "She's here?"

"She's the one who ripped Diamond's head from its body. She's here."

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Zoisite surprised Ami by getting a beautiful luxury hotel room for their 'night of pleasure' as he had dubbed it. He was excited and not at all hesitant. He knew she could kick his ass as a vampire, so he wasn't afraid to take what he wanted from her. She could easily stop him the second she didn't like anything. It made him feel like he had free reign to push the boundaries. After all, he had found she was incredibly wild and adventurous in bed. Deep down, he had a feeling that he couldn't find the edges of her boundaries because they were outside of his own imagination. That excited him.

And a man, a determined one, with a bonded mate, could do research. And he was very good at just that thing. He had a lot of ideas and lots of time to work with. Ami had given him extra.

He pulled her into the hotel room and she gasped at how pretty it was. The view was amazing too. They were high up overlooking Tokyo. It felt like the world was laid out at their feet.

He pulled out soft bedding and laid it down in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He then gave her a predatory look. "Anything I want?"

"Anything, Zoisite," she replied with a steady, unwavering heated gaze.

He sat down on the middle of the couch, leaned back, and cockily said, "Strip! And know that you will be naked until we leave this hotel room tomorrow."

The look slid off his face and transformed to lust as Ami obeyed. She slowly and torturously stripped. Peeling off her tight top and flirty skirt. Then she was just in lingerie meant to, he was convinced, make his heart stop beating. He managed to choke out, "garter belt?" And then she was peeling her blue lace bra off and tossing it at him. She then rolled her thigh-high stockings down her legs, dropping them to the floor. Next, she rolled her hips and slid her matching panties and garter belt down her legs and let them pool on the floor.

He had to clear his throat—twice. "I approve."

She smirked at him, "I'm glad I pleased you."

"Yes, because pleasing me is the point of all this." He actually shook his head, trying to clear the fog in his brain from that strip show.

He beckoned her over slowly with his hand. "Come closer. I want to feast my eyes on you."

She walked over, and his eyes popped wide. "How the heck do you even walk like sex!?"

She stopped right in front of him and said, "you have me so turned on. I am reveling in this. Your dark looks and your commanding voice, it gets me all hot and bothered."

He considered slamming his hand into the coffee table or something. He needed a distraction or he was going to lose control of this whole situation, and he would be on his knees begging her to have her way with him.

He swallowed hard instead, and then his brain snapped, and he decided to torture himself. He was having too much fun anyway. He pulled out his phone and put on seductive music. Some he had for later that night to make love to her with. What he did was say, "dance for me." He knew he didn't have to tell her to make it sexy.

He whimpered when she swayed her hips, and he had to adjust his pants quickly. She danced, rolling and popping her hips, her breasts on display and undulating.

"Lap dance," he commanded, frantically shifting in his seat. "Make it dirty. VIP room—no rules."

She gave him such a seductive look he swallowed hard again. She then crawled onto the couch, straddling his lap, with her hands resting on each side of his head on the back of the couch. She was almost touching his crotch, and her breasts were centimeters from his face. She swayed to the music rolling her hips a few times, and then her core brushed up against his straining erection, and he couldn't help himself. He jerked a bit in his seat. His hands went to her hips as she rolled them, urging her to brush against his cock again. Then her breasts were pressed to his face, and he sucked on them. As he did, she ground her core hard against his cock through his clothes. She moaned seductively and arched her back, pressing her core and her breasts against him harder.

He shifted her to her back on the couch suddenly, and he locked eyes with her. "This wasn't my plan."

She shrugged. "It's whatever you want tonight. That's the real plan. So, what do you want?"

He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. She smelled like sex. "Sex—now. I was going to take my time and draw it out, driving you wild. I wanted to see you crazy for me." He shrugged unconcernedly. "Now I want to take you like the animal I am."

She rolled over ass up as he yanked off his clothes and tossed them. He could smell her arousal, so he lined up his cock and thrust in, balls deep. He pressed her head down gently by the neck and growled out. He loved seeing her like this, submissive to him. She let him take her like a wolf, and she gloried in it too.

He wasn't gentle. He took her with powerful thrusts. Her yelling out, "please. Please, harder." Had him growling again. His pace was designed to get them off as quickly as possible. He wanted, and he was taking.

They orgasmed together, and he flipped her over with his added strength and brought his neck to her mouth. "Bite me!"

She bit down, and he moaned out, trembling from the added pleasure and stimulation. Then she took a drink, and he saw stars.

He was panting for breath and giving her an exasperated look. "I get you don't have to breathe, and you're not gasping for breath, but…" he sucked in air. "You look so peaceful after that. I'm wrecked!"

She rolled her eyes, "use your senses and really look."

He smiled and ran his hand over her body, "you're warm."

"It's incredible too. I don't understand how it happens. I didn't drink enough blood for the temperature to matter. Yes, our bodies were pressed together, but this lasts for hours. It happens every time we have sex. It's an overwhelming thing to feel warmth. Normally, I don't feel any temperature."

He laid down with her on the couch and held her. "Oddly enough, that makes me feel really cocky that I can fuck the feeling back into you."

She rested in his arms. "I feel all sorts of new things because of you. I cherish all of them."

He kissed tenderly down her body. "Now, I did have a plan. Can you go lay on the bedding I put down? I did want to eat off your body."

"Sushi?" She asked, smiling at him.

He nodded, "like in those restaurants where you can eat off a naked woman. Just this time, I will be able to touch and tease."

She laid down on her back near the window. He brought the food over from the mini fridge and sat next to her. He smiled. She was laid out naked and beyond her was the view of Tokyo. He laid out the sushi, starting at her sternum and working down, between the valley of her pert breasts, down her stomach, past her belly button, and down all the way to her bare mound. He was almost trembling with excitement.

He set out his sauces and then pulled out chopsticks. They were new, and he purchased exquisite blue ones. He wanted to keep them as a memory of this night.

He drug the chopsticks over her skin along her belly by the food, just caressing her with them. Ami moaned lustily and said, "okay. I have a danger-kink I didn't know about."

His eyes shot to hers, and they held all the confusion he felt. "What are you talking about?!"

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Those are wooden chopsticks. I can feel it. What you're doing right now is like running the tip of a small dagger over my skin. Wooden stakes kill my kind. And what you're doing has me so damn hot! Do it again—please."

She moaned out, and he could smell her strong arousal. He shifted and used the chopsticks to spread the folds of her pussy. "You're just dripping wet, Ami." And she was. She was glistening, and her scent was overwhelming. He drug the chopsticks between her folds and then brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean.

He next took a piece of sushi from near her belly button and ate it. He carded the fingers of his other hand through her hair and played with her silky locks.

When he swallowed, he licked his lips, leaned down, and took another piece of sushi off her between her breasts with his mouth, and sat back up smiling.

Next, he brought the chopsticks to her nipple and pinched it, tweaking it.

He looked at her face, and she was wrecked for him. He could tell by her hooded eyes and open mouth with soft moans pouring out.

He drug the chopsticks over her clavicle, down over her heart, and over her breast before he took another piece.

The one he placed on her bare mound he sucked off her with his mouth.

He spent his time slowly eating and teasing her body with the chopsticks. It had worked even better than he had hoped, and he discovered she got off on danger.

When he was done, he laid the chopsticks down and moved, positioning his head between her legs. He then licked and sucked her arousal. How wet he had made her made him feel so proud of himself. He had done this to her. He had caused her to get so wonderfully wet. He devoured her pussy, nipping at her and making her wild. She orgasmed, screaming out and arching her back wildly.

His eyes shot wide when she shifted and ripped at her wrist with her teeth and pressed it to his mouth. "I need my blood in you. Please," she begged.

He drank, he was happy to be what she needed, and he knew blood was a precious thing between vampires.

And then his eyes shot wide. His full stamina returned, and his cock was rock hard and aching. He chuckled darkly; his minx wanted sex—now.

"You want my cock filling up your tight cunt, don't you?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Suck me off," he demanded. "After all, it's only fair to return the favor. And I know you enjoyed yourself."

He stood and she got on her knees with her back to the view of Tokyo. He looked at her head and the city as she licked and sucked him. Then, in only something a vampire could do, she brought her lips to the root of his cock and the tip went down her throat. He came so far down her throat he almost lost his balance and fell over.

He moved to fill the huge tub and he got it to the right temperature then ordered her to sit on the counter so he could see all the angles of her body as the tub filled.

When it was full, they spent an hour in the tub, touching and caressing each other before he lost his mind and had her ride him frantically.

That night he didn't let up. She was wild and free and so much more than he had ever hoped for in a mate.

He fell asleep eventually having had more than five hours, clinging to her and so beautifully satisfied with his mate and their time together. He resolved that they needed to keep making bets with each other.