Hello everyone! O well, it?s just a short story 
I wrote for English class and decided to post 
as an apology to all my fans (hey stop 
laughing! I?m sure I have some...) for not 
sending in the next chapter of The Real Serena 
Tsukino. I?m having major writer?s block and 
can?t think of anything to write! Might be 
awhile before I get the next chapter out. Well, 
enough of the long AN?s. 

Disclaimer: I don?t own Sailor Moon. Never have 
never will. Get over it people. I HATE 
disclaimers. Don?t sue Naoko-sama, I don?t have 
any money. 
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My Favorite Memory
By: BlackIris3
Email: blackiris3_chan@yahoo.com
Rating: PG (I hate rated G things, it makes it 
seem sooooo childish!)

	My name is Darien. At least, that?s what 
it has been for centuries. Of course, a few 
centuries aren?t much to an immortal. Yes, I am 
an immortal; or more precisely, a vampire. A 
creature that comes out at night and drinks the 
blood of others to prolong its own life. There 
are certain memories vampires will always 
remember; one is their first kill, which just 
happens to be my favorite.

	It was a beautiful night; the sky as 
black as midnight, the stars twinkled 
brilliantly and the silver moon glowed in all 
its glory. The ballroom was decorated in 
lively, gay colors, the orchestra was playing a 
merry waltz, masked couples flew across the 
dance floor, and I had spotted my first victim. 
She was young, no more than 15 or 16, and very 
beautiful. The bodice of her silver dress fit 
snugly, it clung to her curves and flowed out 
from her waist in a silvery mass of cloth and 
glitter to her ankles. Her white, creamy 
shoulders were exposed and her arms hung bare. 
A silver mask hid her baby-blue eyes and her 
golden hair hung loosely down her back to her 
mid-calf. My midnight-blue eyes sparkled 
beneath my thin white mask as I walked over to 
her and extended my gloved hand, ?Care to 
dance, milady?? 

	She smiled as a blush crept to her cheeks 
and placed her small hand into my large one. We 
danced for awhile until I led her out to the 
balcony. ?Who are you?? she asked. ?Darien. And 
what is your name, Angel?? She blushed again 
and replied in a voice barely audible, 
?Serena.? Some ebony bangs fell into my eyes as 
I looked down at her. She unconsciously brushed 
it away and, realizing what she had just done 
tried to quickly retract her hand, but I caught 
it before she could. I leaned down, still 
caressing her palm with my fingers, and kissed 
her. ?Would you care to accompany me on a 
stroll through the park, My Angel??

	Serena accepted my offered arm, ?Of 
course, milord.? She spoke in an indifferent 
tone, but I saw the blush on her cheeks and the 
dazed and giddy expression in her eyes; she has 
just had her first brush with love. I stroked 
her hand as I led her along the paths in the 
park; stopping only to pick a white rose from a 
bush and place it in her hair. And finally a 
large willow tree is shading us. This was where 
I had planned to bring my victim to bite them, 
but I was having second thoughts. My arms were 
about her waist and my forehead was pressed 
against hers; but try though I may, I couldn?t 
meet her gaze.
	
	I moved my head so it rested on her 
shoulder, which was a huge mistake. Being so 
close to the neck I could hear her pulse and 
the blood flowing through her veins, and my 
resolve not to kill her began to crumble. 
Finally I could take no more; I pushed away 
from Serena and lustfully gazed at her neck. 
She was frightened, I could tell by the way her 
body tensed and her wide eyes darted wildly 
about.

	?D-Darien?? she stammered, then gasped 
when her gaze fell on my extended fangs. Her 
eyes filled with tears and a small sob escaped 
her throat as realization crashed down on her, 
my touch softened. Accepting her fate, she 
silently turned her head to the right and 
closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. A 
whimper escaped her quivering lips and tears 
coursed down her face. With one hand I brushed 
some tears away and gently kissed her cheek. I 
brushed her silky hair behind her ear and away 
from her neck and moved my lips close to her 
ear, ?I?m sorry.? And I suck my fangs into the 
soft skin of her neck. When I had finished 
drinking, I picked her limp form up and carried 
her as gently as I could to a near-by bench. I 
kissed her softly for the last time, then 
turned, and walked away. 

	That is my favorite memory because it 
reminds me that some part of my soul is still 
human, even if it is just a tiny part. That no 
matter how much of a monster I become, that I 
was once, and a tiny part of me still is, 
human. I would always remember Serena, not as 
my first kill, but as the first person I had 
ever truly cared for since I had become a 
vampire.
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Short ne? Tell me what you think minna, my 
email?s blackiris_chan@yahoo.com. I need 
feedback! 
~BlackIris3