I don't own Sailor Moon. This does not follow any of the storylines of Sailor Moon. The characters Hal and Dale are mine, even if their names are not.

Chapter One- Lonely

Nephlite growled as he crouched on four legs in front of a dead end alley facing a pale woman with coppery-blond hair. She bared her fangs in a sadistic smile and her green eyes showed an arrogance that Nephlite knew was going to cost her, perhaps dearly.

The woman snapped her arm down and a leather handled silver dagger slid into her gloved hand. She waved it about in a threatening, triumphant manner. "This will be your last night on this earth, werewolf," she hissed.

Nephlite gave a derisive laugh. "Not with that, I'm not."

"Why not? It is silver. Your weakness, correct?" The woman then lunged forward without warning, the blade sweeping toward Nephlite's skull. The werewolf didn't move as the dagger came down… and shattered. "What!? How…?"

"You don't really think I'm going to tell you, do you, vampire?" Nephlite bared his teeth which longed to bite. He snarled as the vampire, Zoycite, backed up and then sprinted away with a scream of fury.

Nephlite laughed again before assuming human form. He went to the alley's entrance and looked around. The streets were empty. He tucked his hair behind his pointed ears and strode down the sidewalk. He was not too concerned about being spotted as a werewolf as humans didn't recognize a werewolf and he could smell a vampire long before he saw one and they saw him.

The feud between werewolves and vampires was ancient and not likely to end anytime soon. He knew this personally as he had been fighting vampires for 250 years. He had encountered both veteran vampires and newbies, the latter easier to handle than the former, especially nowadays.

In the past, the newly-turned were tutored by their creators for at least a hundred years before being allowed to take their leave to drink blood and tutor a newbie of their own if they wished. Now, though, newbies left as soon as they learned their strengths and weaknesses. Their belief that they were invincible was often the death of them. Nephlite usually disposed of the new ones by burying a sharp silver stake in their hearts and they would burst into flames. All that was left then was a pile of ash and the stake which Nephlite would collect. He was able to get close by posing as a gullible human and once close to the newbie, he would strike.

The veterans were a different story. Their centuries of experiences were invaluable and their age left them especially vulnerable to a werewolf bite. If a vampire of any age was bitten by a werewolf on a full moon, they would then become a werewolf him or herself.

Some of them were grateful for they had never wanted to be a vampire but drank blood and tutored any they turned. Other changed ones resented the bite and killed themselves with the only way a werewolf could die: A silver bullet to the head. It was a tragedy when that happened for their life experiences were also lost. The grateful ones provided a lot of information, nonetheless as their ages ranged from 200 to almost a thousand. Thanks to them, they admitted that they never spoke of werewolves to the ones they turned which resulted in them encountering a werewolf in human form and getting killed as it is difficult to tell a werewolf from a human, save for the ears, a fact no vampire knew about.

Nephlite had been twenty-four when he was bitten and his age froze at that moment. Humans could be bitten on any night and those bitten had to have a certain scent telling one they could be a wolf. Nephlite had been taught by a pack and lived with them for a hundred years until a trio of werewolf hunters showed up in town and shot some of the pack while the others, including Nephlite, had been forced to run and live solitary lives.

Nephlite had taken one mate in his next hundred years of life. She ended up being killed by a vampire who had clearly worn gloves in order to handle a silver bullet. Her death hit him hard as they never got to have any children. He had gotten even by killing the vampire with the silver stake method; aside from that, a vampire's other weakness is the sun.

Nephlite resumed a single life and dedicated himself to eliminating vampires either by stake or bite. Those he bit, provided him with their knowledge of vampires before either dying or live as a living being again. Nephlite always advocated living and was able to convince some to do just that, especially when he pointed out the perks and advantages.

The immortality was nothing new but able to walk in sunlight was a plus as well as being invulnerable to any blade or bullet, save for silver and even that was ineffective if it didn't strike the skull. He admitted that the enhanced senses were a bit overwhelming at first but one does get used to them. Speed and strength remained the same and he spoke of the unique scent that cued them to a human being able to become a werewolf.

I've been alone for a long time, he thought as he headed for his apartment. My dear mate died seventy-five years ago and I have not taken another since then. Mostly because I have not met another that could compare to her. She was strong and confident. She was not afraid to fight vampires and she was a fabulous cook. I doubt I'll ever meet anyone like her. Nephlite blinked back tears as he entered his apartment and began preparing dinner. He was a decent cook himself; after all he had been alone most of his life.

Zoycite snarled as she stormed about her room in the small mobile home she shared with her mentor and future mate. They had owned it for decades and able to tow it with the truck that her mentor maintained. But these matters weren't on her mind; it was her encounter with the werewolf she dwelled on.

"Zoycite?" came a male voice before a pale man with long white hair and pale blue eyes stepped into the room. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes!" she snapped. "I tried to kill a werewolf and failed. I swung a silver dagger at him and it shattered. How is that possible?"

Her mentor, Malachite, frowned. "I don't know," he said slowly. "Werewolves keep their weaknesses and advantages secret, especially the former. Any vampire that knows the weaknesses are either dead or became a werewolf who enjoys being a vulgar beast." He shuddered at the thought.

"That's why I was trying to kill him. I'm lucky it wasn't the full moon or he could have bitten me."

"Zoycite, you are too young to try to kill a werewolf."

"What!? I'm almost a hundred years old, not counting the age I was when you turned me."

"Yes and I am nearing 200. My age is a sign of the wisdom I have gained over the decades. A werewolf would love to turn me just to add my life experiences to their store of knowledge. Heh, as if I would tell them about it. I would ask for the weaknesses, pass that on to you, and then kill myself."

"Please don't do that," Zoycite pleaded.

"Do not worry. I have no intention of letting that happen. We will kidnap humans for us to drink during the full moon as we usually do. It is the easiest way to survive. Of course, if we can turn a human to serve us and give us our victims, then we will do that.

"But, back to our ages. Once you are 150, you can try your luck with werewolves. If you get fortunate enough to learn their weaknesses, tell me and I will spread it to the king who will pass it on."

Zoycite nodded in acknowledgement. She would have to wait until she was older before trying again. It was difficult to kill a werewolf as they wouldn't tell and asking a hunter was no good as they tended to hunt in daylight and they may be a vampire hunter too. I will eventually kill that werewolf I met tonight. After all, we are both immortal.