Name: Defender Capricorn
E-mail: pandorau@hotmail.com
Title: A Lord of the Night

A Lord of the Night
        by Defender Capricorn

Disclaimer: None of the characters in here are mine. The Sailor Scouts
plus a number of other characters from Sailor Moon belong to Naoko
Takuechi, Bandai, Kondansha, ect. Also, the vampires mentioned in this
belong to a wonderful dark fantasy write named Anne Rice. Just one
more note, if you like this fanfic, I highly recommend reading Anne
Rice's Vampire Cronicles. That is where I get my inspiration.
Rating: PG-13 for strong violence.

Part One: The Dark Descends

        The moon was full and high that night. A shadow darted among
the shadows. From dark to light, to dark again. A man sped down the
streets of Tokyo, only he was no man. He was supernatural to the
mortals. He was too fast for human eyes to see.
        Quite suddenly, in the shadows of a tall building, he stopped
to watch the people walk by. He was looking for a woman, preferably,
but a man would do. He didn't like much taking men. They were no fun.
A fight was good, but he enjoyed displaying the images for the women
more. They were so much easier to seduce.
        He heard a sobbing. Still perhaps a block or two away, and too
quiet for many people to hear. But he heard it. He could hear things
mortals could not. Feel things mortals could not. Sense things mortals
could not.
        Ah, yes. There she was. Rounding the corner in a pink tank top
and a long black skirt. She was young. 15. She had red hair, and
walked alone through the emptying street. What was her name? Ah yes.
Naru. Best friend to a girl named Tsukino Usagi. She was in a
depression.The one she loved had died. Now she wanted to die, too.
Poor girl.
        'Well,' he thought. 'Be carefull what you wish for. It just
might come true.'
        There was no one in the streets now. Except for himself and
Naru. She turned into an alleyway, and sat down on the garbage bags.
        Smoothing his khaki colored slacks and fixing his gold and
maroone tie, he stepped out into the light and examined his white,
cold flesh. It was a little darker than before. It was time for him
to go into the sun again.
        He smelt her human blood, and licked his lips. It had been 50
years since he last fed. It was long overdue. He moved with a deadly
grace. His feet seemed to float over the ground as he walked softly
into the alleyway. His long black hair floated down his back. He made
not a sound.
        He stopped at the entrance, and stood studying her. What
was the name of the man who she loved? Nephryte. That's it. And he
was... an alien. From a place called the Negaverse. Now, he had been
alive for over a thousand years. Alive? Figuratively speaking. More
like he had awoken from the dead over a thousand years ago. And in all
his wonderings and ponderings, he had never heard of the Negaverse.
        The slight arch of an eyebrow was the only sign of suprise.
        Suddenly the girl looked up, and froze. "Who- who are you?"
she asked in an urgent whisper. His eyes, they were... and his skin,
it was.... "Get away from me! Just go away!"
        He walked forward slightly, deliberatly making a soft tap on
the stones of the alleyway. "Come now, Naru. You said you wanted to
die. Be with another, I'll wager?"
        His voice had a thick Italian accent. He forced it to be
thicker than it really was. Over the last one thousand years, he
had never actually lost it.
        "How do you know my name?" she squeeked.
        'She is becoming anxious,' he thought. His lips curled up into
a mocking smile. "Come now, Naru," he insisited, making his voice soft
and loving. "Don't tell me you've forgotten me. As I recall, when you
held me in your arms at my death, you promised never to forget me."
        She gasped. "Nephryte? Is it really you?"
        Part of her doubted it, but he ignored it and held out his
hand. "Oh Naru. How I've missed you."
        She stood, and walked toward him. "It can't be true. Nephryte
didn't talk like that."
        "I've been spending time in Italy, my Love. Perhaps you will
go with me when I leave?"
        Naru threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Of course, Nephryte. I'll never leave you again." She looked up into
his eyes, and drew in a haggard breath. "Those eyes! Those aren't
Nephryte's eyes! Who are you?!"
        "Why Naru, you wound what is left of my soul. They weren't
before, but who can tell what happens to your eyes when you die? I
did die, Naru. But my body is different from yours."
        'Well, that's half the truth about me,' he thought wryly.
        He pulled her to him and lifted her chin. Their lips met.
Once again she wrapped her arms around his neck, ignoring the fact
that he felt as hard as marble.
        "I love you, Nephryte," she murmured, breaking the kiss.
        His lips brushed her cheek, then traveled down to her neck.
Her heart began thumping loudly. His mouth opened where her vain was,
and she felt his tounge sweep back and forth across it. There, she
felt a sudden sharp pain, and she hissed.
        But it was just a love bite. He straightened, and looked down
at her. "Come with me, Naru. Come with me now."
        "I will." Her voice was but a soft whistle, but he heard her
as clearly as if she had been yelling it at him. "I will, Nephryte,
and I'll stay with you always."
        He picked her small body up, and jumped fifty feet into the
air, landed softly on the roof of the building above them. She had
no inkling of how he jumped that far, but she didn't care. He jumped
from rooftop to rooftop in Tokyo, carrying her out of the city.
        Nephryte had died a year ago, but his death still pained her
sometimes. The thought that he was not really dead, that he was going
come back for her someday, was all that had kept her going. But now,
that waiting had paid off. Nephryte had come back for her.
        They were in a meadow. The sun was high in the sky. She
frowned and sat down in the meadow. Nephryte was a few paces off,
picking flowers. When had the sun risen? She didn't remember it rising,
and when had they arrived at the meadow? There weren't any meadows
near Tokyo. At least that she knew of.
        But when Nephryte looked at her with his deep blue eyes and
held out the bouquet of flowers he had been picking for her, she
dismissed all of her questions and ran to him. She stopped short of
where he stood, frowning at him in puzzlement.
        'I thought his eyes were-' She crushed the thought before it
had time to develope fully in her mind.
        "What's wrong Naru. Do you want to go back?" he asked.
        Her eyes filled with tears. "No- of course not. It's just
that... never mind. I'm imagining things."
        His wavy brown hair fell to his waist, and a strong hand
reached out for her. "Then come. I love you, Naru. Now, and forever."
        She took a step towards him, but felt suddenly dizzy. She
saw something in the corner of her eye. A blackness. Wherever she
looked that blackness was there. It got bigger and bigger, that
blackness. She fell to her knees. She thought she saw Nephryte laugh,
thought she saw him walk away, but she couldn't tell. Everything was
so fuzzy. And the black got bigger and bigger, until she couldn't
see anything at all.

        He let her fall to the trash, and stood looking down at the
corpse of Naru. Hearing footsteps behind him at the same slow,
leasurly rate of the thumping of his now working heart brought him
no surprise. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Licking the droplets of
blood from his lips, he asked,
        "What are you doing here, Pandora?" in an old form of Latin.
        In the same form of Latin, she replied," Nephryte? Who the
Hell is that? Sorry, Santino, but you've gotta adjust your killing
skills."
        "Like how, Pandora? You want me to use the same brutal method
you use? I think not."
        She shrugged, her ponytail of black hair whipping behind her.
"Sure, why not? Take them for all they got, that's my motto."
        Before he could answer, she stooped down, thrust her hand into
Naru's chest, and pulled out the heart. "This is the sweetest of it
all. And the most intoxicating." She brought the heart to her lips and
sucked as much of the blood out of it as she could. Before long, the
heart and the flesh of the rest of the body were all white and cold.
        Pandora tossed the heart down to rest beside Naru's corpse.
"Well?" she said. "You gonna hide the body or what?"
        The other turned from her. "I was, but not anymore. You're
the one that finished her off, you're the one who gets hide her." He
walked toward the edge of the building. "Ah yes, one more thing,
Pandora. Tokyo is my turf for right now. You got Madrid. Keep away
from my domain."
        She sneered at his back. "And what if I don't?"
        "I got connections, Pandora. I'll force you out. Go take Hong
Kong if you want, or go visit Marius. But don't bother me. You got
Asia Minor. I get East Asia. For now anyway."
        "You can't force me off. I'm older than you!"
        "By three hundred years."
        She shrugged. "Every century counts, right?"
        Without answering, he jumped the height of the building
without even preparing first. Turning, he locked Pandora with a steady
gaze. The spanse of fifty feet didn't seem much. They stared at
eachother like that for awhile, then Pandora tore her eyes from his
gaze and set about finding a hiding place for Naru's body.
        The other ignored her mumblings. He ran along the rooftops
until he entered the busy streets of Tokyo once more. 'One other
victim,' he though.'and I'll be fine for tonight.' He picked out
his last victim, and began to do his feeding.

                *               *               *

        Usagi was sobbing on the phone to Mamoru. She had just read in
the paper that her very best friend, Naru, has turned up missing. "Oh,
Mamo-chan! I don't know what to do or say or anything!"
        "Wait. Stay right there, Usagi. I'll be over with the others,
ok?" he asked.
        She sucked in a deep breath, but fell to coughing and sobbing
on her bed. Mamoru hung up, and twenty minutes later he was there,
with Rei, Minako, Ami and Makoto.
        As soon and he entered the room, Mamoru took Usagi up in his
arms rested her head against his shoulder. He rocked her,
shushing her. She was in hysterics, breathing in suddering gasps.
        Rei felt restless. She paced about the room while the other
three girls tried with all their might to calm their princess.
        Yes, Usagi was the Moon Princess, also known as Princess
Serenity. She was in love with a prince from Earth, known as Endymion. In
this
century, in this time, he was Mamoru. And the four other girls were
the princess's gaurdians. Sailor Mercury, from the planet Mercury, was known
as Mizuno Ami. Sailor Mars, from the planet Mars, was known as Hino
Rei. Sailor Jupiter, gaurdian from the planet Jupiter, was known as
Kino Makoto; the last was known as Sailor Venus, the loving protecter
from the planet Venus. Her name was Aino Minako. But there was one
other little girl. She was Sailor Chibi Moon, future daughter of
Usagi and Mamoru. Her name was Chibi Usa. Little Usagi.
        Rei didn't know what she felt. She was a Shinto priestess,
and could sense things sometimes. She sensed something here, but she
didn't know what it was. She didn't know if it was the Negaverse or
otherwise. It certainly didn't feel like the Negaverse....
        "I sense evil, you guys" she announced, addressing everyone in
the room. "Bad evil, but it's not the Negaverse."
        That last statement brought a murmur through the room. Even
though Queen Beryl had been killed a long while back, they had had
bouts with other creatures from the Negaverse. The Black Moon sisters,
Prince Diamond, the Dead Moon Circus. But this was something
completely different. This had not only an air of evil to it, but an
air of death. Rei said that last statement, making Usagi's eyes grow
wide.
        "I think I need to do a reading in the fire. Can you all be
over at my temple tonight? I have a strange feeling about his one."
        "Does it have to do with Naru?" Usagi asked, her sobs dying
down.
        Rei nodded. "A lot to do with Naru, and that's the most
surprising thing."
                *               *               *
        Mamoru was walking down the street to Rei's temple. It was
shortly after sundown, and people driving and walking home from work
crowded the thouroughways. He kept his head down, deep in thought. He
had stopped on the way at Usagi's house to walk with her, but her
mother told him she had already gone. It was strange, this predicament. He
had no idea what to expect.
        The hair on the back of his neck rose, as he felt someone
watching him. Lifting his head, he stopped short and stared at the
strange eyes watching him.
        The man was tall, and had long black hair. The same color as
Mamoru's. His eyes were... and his skin was.... Mamoru was sure this
was the evil that had killed Naru. An eyebrow on the man's face rose,
and he mouthed the word 'evil'. Afterwards, he shook his head and
chortled softly.
        'No,' came a thought in Mamoru's mind. 'Not evil, just different.
Everyone has to feed.'
        "Where did that thought come from?" he asked himself softly.
        'From me, Mamoru. Who else? You're looking right at me.'
The voice had a soft, Italian accent, but he spoke the Japanese
language perfectly. 'Come now, Mamoru. Would you call yourselves evil
for killing fish? Everyone must feed. Even me, though not as
frequently as you must.'
        'That's different,' Mamoru persisted. Passerbys glanced at
them warily, and some shouted at them to get moving. 'Fish don't
reason. Fish aren't human, they're fish.'
        'Ah, of course. But you see, humans are not my kind, they're
humans. The same reasoning applies here as well, my boy. Everyone must
feed. Every man, every woman, every child, every being must feed. And
so must I.'
        Rage filled Mamoru. He stepped forward, clenching his fists,
but the man didn't even move. Another step, and another step. He
grabbed the man's shirt, but the man only smiled. No matter how hard
he tried, Mamoru could not make the man move. He was as hard as marble,
if not harder. And as white.
        "Tell me why you killed Naru," Mamoru demanded, "and I'll let
you go."
        The man laughed, his strange, multicolored eyes boring into
Mamoru's mind. "Do you really believe you scare me? You pose no threat
to me, little man." His lips barely moved, if at all, but his voice
was clearly audible.
        "Why did you kill Naru?" he persisted in his same, low,
dangerous tone.
        He winked. "Everyone must feed."
        "Stop saying that!" Mamoru yelled, bringing the attention of a
few walkers on the street. He brought back a hand to punch the man.
His fist came whistling through the air, but it stopped short of his
face. No matter how hard he tried, Mamoru could not make his fist move
any closer.The man smiled again.
        'I told you you posed no threat to me,' was the thought in
Mamoru's mind. 'We will talk again.'
        And before Mamoru could do anything, the man was gone. Just...
gone. There one second, gone the next.  Gone before a blinkof an eye.
And there was no sign of him anywhere.
        Mamoru shivered, and continued on his way to Rei's temple.

        "Oh fire, I beseech you. Tell me what this new evil is that
made Naru disappear. Tell me, great fire. Show me what I seek."
        A low buzz filled the room, and a face appeared in the fire.
A man's face. It had long black hair, multicolored eyes, and white
skin. White upon white skin.
        He smiled, a small, mocking smile that didn't touch his eyes.
He looked Italian. He mouthed something that she couldn't make out,
then suddenly fire blared. It  rose into the air, then fell to the
ground. It went out.
        Rei gasped and fell back, trembling. "The fire went out! It's
bad luck for the fire to go out."
        The others sat in silence for awhile, until Mamoru suddenly
spoke up.
        "I know what he said," Mamoru whispered. "'Not evil, only
different. Everyone must feed.'" he shivered, and looked up to see
everyone staring at him. "Well, it's what he said. I could tell."
        Usagi fell to crying again, taking sanctuary in Minako's arms.
        "So- do you have any idea to what happened to Naru?" Makoto
asked, raising her voice to be heard over Usagi's crying. Her green
eyes implored the older mansitting across from her.
        "I think... that man killed her," he whispered, lowering his
eyes.
        "What?! I couldn't hear you! Could you say it louder?"
        He motioned for Makoto to come closer, and he whispered it
into her ear, explaining that he did not want to upset his girlfriend
any more than she already was.
        When Makoto heard, her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped
open. Her mouth lipped the word how? In a low, frightening voice
Mamoru replied,
        "Everyone must feed."
        Makoto choked on her breath, and rose to run out of the temple.
Rei turned her fiery eyes on Mamoru. "What did you tell her?" she
demanded, not caring about the black hair in her face. "What was it,
*Mamoru?* Go on, tell me!"
        He shook his head. "I can't," he sighed, then turned to the
girl sitting next Minako. She had short blue hair and deep, dark blue
eyes. She looked knowingly at Usagi, then turned to meet Mamoru's soft
gaze.
        "Could you be able to try and find Naru with your computer?"
he asked, his blue eyes wondering at the girl genius.
        She nodded, pursing her lips. "Yes, I think I can," she said
in a confident voice. "In fact, I'm sure I can."
        From out of a navy blue bag she produced a small mini computer
painted blue with the symbol of Mercury on it. Popping it open and
typing in hundreds of words and symbols with one hand, Ami glanced up
at her friend's boyfriend watching her closely. In any happier
circumstances, she would have smiled. But she felt no urge to with the
grim setting around her. A beeping was heard, Ami's lips twitched
slightly into a smile, and Usagi's tear-stained face lifted from
Minako's lap.
        "Well, it seems I have found a trace on Naru, Usagi. Although
it is a faint one, as if she is in Yokohama, I have found one.
Tomarrow, we will follow it," Ami decided, ignoring the shooting
glares from Rei.
        Mamoru stood, and walked to the door of the fire-reading room.
"I'm sorry I have to leave, but I will meet you all here at 12:30
tomarrow, after lunch. OK?"
        The three other girls nodded in agreement, while Usagi layed
her head back down on Minako's lap and began to weep softly again.
Mamoru was not sure if it was happiness on finding Naru, or the same
wave of sadness that she felt.
        Giving Usagi a sympathetic glance, he opened the door and
strode out into the hallway. A little farther down, Makoto lay bunched
up on the floor. She had her knees together, her forehead resting on
them and her arms wrapped around her legs. Brownish-red hair spilled
over her shoulder, and quiet sobs emerged from the curled body.
        Kneeling down beside her, he put a hand on her shoulder. She
jumped, then looked up and realized with red and puffy eyes who it was.
        "It'll be alright. I guess she's not dead," Mamoru said,
trying to comfort her.
        "How can it be alright?" she wailed. "You said yourself,
'Everyone must feed'" She shuddered, and turned her face back into her
knees.
        Mamoru pursed his lips, then shook his head and stood up.
Makoto was right, though he hated to admit it. That man in the street,
he said he had to feed, and Mamoru was *sure* that he was the one who
killed -or kidnapped- Naru. But he had
felt death about him. Not only felt it, but *smelt* it! Who could
smell death?
        Makoto had to be right, but Mamoru had to keep the girls
together. This was not the first time Usagi's friends or even one of
the Sailor Scouts had gotten themselves into this kind of trouble. But
Usagi had never reacted like this. Not even when all the other Sailor
Scouts were taken down by the Doom and Gloom Girls was Sailor Moon
*this* hysterical. She had to sense something. He thought they all did.
        "It will be alright," Mamoru persisted, but the only reply was
a disbelieving sniff and some more sobs.
        Without another second, Mamoru all but ran from the temple. He
had to get away from this. He had to think about this alone. Reason it
out. That was the only way he would be able to make any sense out of
this.
        He walked as fast as he could into the apartment building,
impatiently took the elevator up to his room, then slammed the
apartment door behind him.
        Mamoru lived alone. He was 18, and had lived alone since he
was 16. He was an orphan; his parents had been killed in a car crash
when he was very young, and he had no known relatives. He was tall,
6"1, with short black hair, deep blue eyes and a good skin tone. He
was far from bad looking, and carried a sense of arrogance with him.
In his past life he had been Prince Endymion, from Earth, and had been
in love with Princess Serenity of the Moon. Now he was Usagi's
boyfriend, though four years older than she. It was summer, and Usagi
had just turned 15. He would be having his 19th birthday in less than
two weeks, on August 3rd.
        Moaning and dropping down on his couch, he cradled his head
between his hands and squeezed his eyes shut. He thought he would not
be able to get any sleep tonight, since he could not stop thinking
about that man he met on the street earlier this night, and so he
arranged himself comfortably on the sofa.
        Surprisingly enough, though, sleep found a way to him, and it
was not so hard as he expected.

        A fog surrounded him. He walked down the streets of Tokyo at
this abandoned hour, listening to his footsteps echoe soudly on the
stone. The fog was so thick, he could hardly see his own feet. There
were no lights. The only sign of houses on either side were huge black
mounds rising from the earth. The was air heavy; wet with morning dew.
It was cool, though. There was no moon above.
        Mamoru felt a tickling in the back of his throat, and he
coughed. He spun around, thinking that he heard someone else cough at
the same time.
        Something hopped in front of him, a dark shape clouded by fog.
He tensed, waiting for whatever was coming. It came closer and closer,
and a bunny became apparent. He relaxed some. "Usagi? Is that you?"
        A voice echoed his. No, not echoed. Someone else said that
exact same thing. He whipped his eyes around him, searching for...
what? A ghost? A spirit? A daemon? Anything could be hiding in this
fog.
        The bunny's red eyes stared at him, amazement contorting the
cute features of its face. Then, it turned and hopped off into the fog.
        "Wait! I said wait, you stupid hare!" he cried after the
rabbit, running in persiut.
        He heard footsteps behind him, at the exact same speed as his.
He faltered and stopped, and the footsteps did the same behind him.
Mamoru made a tap pattern on the stone, and the footsteps copied it at
the same time.
        "It's just my imagination," he decided, and was about to turn
away when the fog began to move.
        Another dark mound rose up, the shape of a man. The fog
swirled around him, and seemed to part as if it was something the fog
was afraid of. Mamoru laughed, a dry bark in the back of his throat.
Now he was giving human characteristics to a *fog*! This was crazy.
        Or was it?
        Indeed, the fog did seem to be cowering from the rapidly
oncoming man. It seemed to cling to the walls of the houses and
building around him, leaving him as clean of fog as the people within
the building.
        There was no bunny in sight.
        A man stepped out, and Mamoru gasped. It was the man from the
street! As he came closer to Mamoru, he noticed the man's feet seemed
to glide across the ground, as if he were not even touching it.
        He stopped a few paces from Mamoru, and an eyebrow raised as a
smile quirked at his lips. His eyes were not only multicolored, but
opalescent. They seemed to glow in the darkness around.
        "What are you doing here?" Mamoru growled, glaring at the man.
        "I am the Lord of the Night, Mamoru. Myself and others, of
course. I told you we would speek again."
        "In my dreams?" Mamoru crossed his arms and frowned. "Why in
my dreams?"
        The man's eyes shifted to the fog around them. He was dressed
in a suit of all black, with a white shirt underneath the coat and his
long black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. He looked up to the
sky, then at the ground, then back to Mamoru again.
        "Are we in a dream? And how do you know that *you* are not in
*my* dreams?" he replied calmly.
        "Because you don't dream, monster. I know that much about
you."
        Mamoru started as the man took a few steps closer, but
resolved to stand his ground. He stopped perhaps two feet from him,
and a slight breeze filled the air.
        "I am no monster, Mamoru. I was once human, like you."
Suddenly, his shoulders shook with silent laughter. "Once."
        Mamoru shook his head. "Nothing like you could have once been
human, and - Did you say... others?"
        He nodded. "Yes, Mamoru. Others. Like myself. Of course, some
are stronger, and some are weaker. But I am an older one, though not
as strong as some of those younger than me; this bit of information is
much to my irking, of course. Any younger should weaker, don't you
agree? But then, some of us have had the pleasure of drinking the
blood of the queen. The queen, Mamoru! Could you imagine? No, I don't
suppose you could. But she's dead now." He waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Just think, the strongest of us all, and she's dead and gone now.
There is a new queen, one who has been alive since before Egypt ever
was. Alive? No, I couldn't say that. None of us are really alive, for
that matter. We only seem to be."
        Mamoru's eyes widened, and the man reached out to touch his
cheek. One sharp, long fingernail trailed the jawline, and his eyes
took in the strong muscles in Mamoru's neck. "Beautiful humans. So
full of life. I miss it sometimes. The knowledge that I could step
outside in the daytime and be filled with the clean air warmed so
generously by the sun. But then, I suppose your air wouldn't be as
clean as it was in my day, now would it? How I love your kind Mamoru.
How could I not? Your beauty  astounds all of my kind, Mamoru. Every
last one of us."
        Before Mamoru could blink, the man's head was lowered, and his
mouth was nestled against his neck. A sharp pain shot through his body
as the man's teeth sunk into Mamoru's neck.
        "No!" Mamoru groaned. "You can't do this! This - is - a
dream...!" He tried to struggle, but found it futile. He wanted to run,
wanted to hide, but strong, marble white hands held him firmly. The
hands... they were so strong. They hurt him.
        Mamoru shuffled his feet, but found nothing beneath them.
They were in the air! He titlted his head back, wishing it to be over
with. Wishing for him to die.
        "This is a dream!" Mamoru panted. "Dreams - can't - hurt -
you!"
        The man's lips parted from Mamoru's neck, and a red tongue
licked at small droplets of blood. "Is it a dream, Mamoru?" he asked
softly, his face serene and untouched. "But Mamoru, if it is, then why
would I be able to hurt you?" His long nailed hand traveled down to
Mamoru's chest, and the nails ripped open the shirt. "Just remember,
my beautiful human, this brings life to you and me both." He inserted
a sharp nail into Mamoru's skin, just above where the heart lay, and
drew an X.
        Mamoru bled, but the man poked his own fingertip, and with two
drops of blood drew across the top of the X. The skin welded together,
and left nothing except a scar.
        "And even that will heal in time, my Beauty. Unless, of course,
I don't let it." Laughing, he dropped Mamoru to the ground, and he
fell. Helpless and screaming he fell, and the man hovered above him,
laughing. Mamoru reached out to him, but the man ignored. He fell, and
could dimly feel the air rushing past his face, the wind whistling in
his ears. And he was sure he could feel the ground....

        "Oh Lord of the Night, I beg you!!!"
        Mamoru shot up on the couch, his face covered in sweat. He felt
dizzy, and fell back upon the cushions. Breathing hard, he felt
something trickle from his neck. Shooting up again -with a groan- he
put a hand to his neck and felt two bite marks. He felt an ache in his
chest, as well, and was almost too afraid to look down. But he did,
and saw the white fabric torn; beneath that he saw the scar of an X on
his chest.

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