Hi eveybody!
Just gonna say this once at the beginning! I don't own Serena and Darian or any other Sailor moon characters that might show up, I just like writing about them!
This story is completely not compatable with the actual storyline and the characters are a litlle OC, well maybe quiet a lot! But hey, my story my rules! hehehe! Read and enjoy and send me any suggestions about how you want the story to progress! I have a rough idea what I want but nothing specific, so I'm open! Once again thanks for reading! Enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Prologue
She stared down at her wrist, strings of wet her dripping down and then running off the smooth tattooed wrist. The bed was also starting to look like it had soaked in a bath full of water and yet the girl didn't seem to notice. She just kept staring at her wrist. Or better at the tattoo on her wrist. It was a beautiful piece of work. A dragonfly in blues and blacks. It started just below her palm and continued down to about halfway down her lower arm. The body running along the veins in her arm while the wings looked as if they were wrapping themselves around her arm. The detail of the wings was exquisately rendered, with small and large veins running from dark blues to light ones. While she looked at it her blank expression changed as her disgust replaced the unfeeling ness she had wrapped herself in until now.
She started noticing her surroundings. The bed she was on could hardly be called that. It was merely a couple of planks stacked together with a rather lumpy and smelly mattress. The linen was thread bare and looked as if it was seriously in need of a wash! There was a small nightstand on the one side of the bed with a small lamp and a bible on it. There was no television or phone or anything else for that matter in the room. Just the chair by the window across from the door. But then again the state of the room was really not surprising. She had picked the most rundown and shabby motel she could think of. He wouldn't think of looking for her here yet. She had enough time to think of a plan, to think of what she would do next. Looking down at the tattoo again she grimaced and then tore a strip of the bed sheet into a piece of long clothe. She wound this around her arm. As it wound round her arm and the tattoo disappeared, she started feeling more like herself. She got up and looked down at herself. All she had on was a short black mini skirt and a black tank top – both of which were soaked right through. She had been able to pay for the room from the money she had always stored in her boots. The boots were the only parts of her attire that belonged to her. She had refused to part with them – for the simple reason that it was were she had kept her money. It wasn't much but it would be enough! Enough to get her away from here…away from him.
She briefly thought of her family, but quickly pushed them out of her mind. It simply hurt too much to think of them. She knew that it had been there only choice and yet it still hurt. It hurt to think that she was a sellable item when they needed the money. Not only that but that she had been placed as the insurance right from the beginning.
They had silently handed her over to the two men waiting at the door that morning. She hadn't known who they were then. He had told her later! Just before he had them put this tattoo on her! A Mark! One to show that she belonged to them! That she was a piece of property!
That was before she pulled her escaping stunt!