Sweet Destiny By: Jessica M. Moonflower & KTstarShot Prologue Disclaimer - We are not Naoko Takeuchi so we don't own Sailor Moon. Though, we do happen to own all of the other characters outside the Sailor Moon Manga and the idea. Thank you. ^^; A/N - Have fun, read, and review! Your comments would be greatly appreciated. ^^; Btw, this is Jess aka MoonFlower and Mae, KTstarShot! ::both bow:: At your service.. ^_~ Mae - We're review-whor-- Jess - ::glomps Mae:: SHHH!! ::looks innocently out at the crowd:: Read! ^_^ Sweet Destiny - A young woman of twenty-three years stepped out of the twin doors of a mansion and into the darkness of the night, illuminated by only the pale crescent moon. She stood on the porch of the mansion, and hesitated for the briefest second then continued to walk down the dark driveway. Thin clouds of silvery mist hung in the air around her as she made her way to her carriage. She was very pretty, as her features were shown by the moonlight that spilled across her pale face. Her skin was a creamy white, and her azure eyes were dark with passion. She walked briskly towards the awaiting carriage at the end of the driveway, her full pale blue skirts billowing out around her. Twin streams of golden locks flew out behind her as the wind spun through her hair and she slipped through the shadows. Her azure eyes landed on the intricately carved door of her coach, and soon a footman appeared and opened the door. "Milady," greeted the older man, respectfully. "I trust the ball was marvelous?" "Good evening, Jenkins," came the tinkling reply of the younger woman. "Yes, t'was a full night." Helping his lady into the carriage, Jenkins said, "Wonderful. Now, Mistress, where to?" "Home. It's time to go home," she said, exhausted. *~*~*~*~*~* In a garden full of white and red roses, a young man woke up. His eyelids slid open and deep sapphire eyes were revealed. As he stared at the stars, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. He sat up slowly, and his broad shoulders scraped the sharp thorns of a nearby rosebush. He lifted a tanned hand to his brow and slowly, in circles, rubbed the arch of his nose where a migraine thundered. He was flabbergasted at the fact that he was lying out in the grass and dirt. Slowly, as the headache ebbed, he got up onto his feet, where he wobbled slightly. He looked down at his clothes and brushed off the twigs and grass, and tried to straighten out the wrinkles. 'What in the world is going on?' he thought. As he turned his head to look to the left, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and winced. Long, lean fingers found their way to two small punctures on the side of his neck. He hissed with pain as the digits went over the bruised flesh, gently. He hadn't a clue as to what had been the cause of the damage. He sighed and looked at the sky. He was surprised to see that the moon had begun to dip underneath the horizon. In a few hours, the sun would rise, ready to brighten and warm the earth. What had happened? Why am I lying on grass in my own backyard of all places?' He tried to recall the past events, but for some strange reason, found a memory block. As he made his way back into his home, he recalled having a party. He had invited up to fifty to sixty guests, the night before. He remembered one very fair and beautiful maiden whom he had asked to dance with. His sister, Rei, had been at him for weeks now to settle down and get married. She had also said that the party was the best way to meet other women. He thought he had finally found someone he could be happy with when he laid eyes on the young blonde woman. She'd had a gentle aura around her, and something about her practically shouted at him to get to know her better. He sighed and was shocked when he entered the parlor of his home, and found many sounds and smells colliding with his senses. He had an uncanny feeling that something terribly strange was going on. He turned to face the tall windows on the other end of the room, and watched as the sun started to peek out over the horizon. He felt the slightest twinge of pain in the back of his mind as he watched the sun's rays spilled across his fields and through the clear glass windows. He looked directly towards the sun and was surprised to find that the sun no longer irritated his eyes. He was getting more puzzled by the second. He shifted his gaze back to the entry of the parlor and started for his room. He went up the stairs slowly, feeling as though his strength was ebbing, as if a drain was pulled and the energy had seeped out slowly. By the time he had entered the master bedroom, his knees gave way and he crumpled on the thick Persian rugs beneath him. Leaving the home of reality to enter the darkness of Morpheus, there he learned many things about the world he now entered and would remain for a long time to come. *~*~*~*~*~* (Present Day--2003) A man with ebony black hair and raging blue eyes slammed his fist down onto his oak desk. The sound echoed throughout the room as he looked upon every man seated. "What do you mean she has escaped, again?" the man ranted through clenched teeth. "Mr. Chiba, she has slipped through our filters and computers. We cannot ever find a single trace of her. Every time we get even slightly close to her, she manages to elude our grasp. We are terribly sorry, but we just can't find the woman you speak of!" explained the man sitting to Mr. Chiba's right. Mr. Chiba sighed. He sat back down and tried to relax. He looked at Jeb, the man that had just given him a brief explanation of what they had all known for many years. Raking a hand through his thick hair, he tried to think of a way to find this woman. He knew little details, minor in comparison to what they could find out. Darien Chiba was known for his wealth, and for a rumor that went on throughout society that gossiped about his personal life. Many stories had been spread, saying how he had a secret group of men, including him, that had top-secret missions. That was one of the most abundant, and though he scoffed at it in public, in truth, there was one. Darien Chiba had been a vampire now for two hundred, long years. He was tired of it. He needed to find the one that first changed him. He knew that he had been human the first twenty-nine years of his life. What he needed now was for his life to be over. He was tired of living, and wanted to enter the void of darkness that death could bring. Though there were many rumors of vampires, few were true. Darien snorted at the thought of those who thought that vampires could be warded off with garlic, or that they would turn to dust if in the presence of sunlight. What was true was that since becoming a vampire, his eyesight had strengthened, leaving him with vision as sharp as a hawk's. His hearing and sense of smell had both intensified, almost to the point of overwhelming him. As time had passed, they had strengthened and he had learned to control them. The one vice of being a vampire, to Darien, was the fact that he had to drink blood once every week. That last fact of life had almost destroyed him. He hated having to drain men and women to the point of death and all because he needed to live. He was simply too frightened to deal with the starvation period that vampires would go through if they didn't receive blood. He had heard stories of others who were put to death through starvation as a punishment, or as the only other way out of this sort of life. They weren't the most pretty, and had been horrific, especially when the once-vampires, were described by ones who had seen the process. Darien was now working on finding the woman from the party so many years ago. He was sure it was the blonde maiden he had danced with that had forever changed him. He just wasn't a hundred percent positive. He wanted to find the woman or whomever it was that had caused the metamorphosis, so that he could see if there was a way to end his life as a vampire. If not, then he would simply end life itself, one way or another. Darien blinked out of his daze when he heard several other men clearing their throats to get his attention. There were in total, five men in the room. All were vampires. Two of them, Andrew and Maxwell, Darien had become friends with and found out were vampires, too, long ago. They sat to his left, Andrew sitting closer. The other three were men that Darien had met in the past one hundred fifty years, or so. They were Jeb, Kerryn, and Thomas. They sat to Darien's right, Jeb sitting closest and Thomas the farthest. Before Darien could comment or reply, a man with brown hair and hazel eyes rushed in, gasping for air as he slammed the door after him. All eyes turned to the intrusion, and Darien and the others sat, waiting for an explanation. "Sir, M-Mr. Chiba," the younger man huffed, still catching his breath, "we've found a big clue on who the woman could be." He finished off proudly. *~*~*~*~*~*~* To be continued...