Vampirates
By: K_Leigh_B

Summary: Her feelings get the better of her, and encouraged her to take a course in life based on a promise. But along the way, she finds out the truth of reasoning as well as the truth about herself. But with Vampire Pirates as companions on this journey? What could possibly go wrong?

Rate: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon nor do I assume I do. This is merely a random plot I thought of to which I used the Sailor Moon characters. . please don't sue *hands and knees* plsss. I also want to say I don't own 'Wanted' nor the storyline, but used the idea as a beginning. THE VOICES MADE ME DO IT!


Chapter 1: Her Promise

Well, suppose I should start at the beginning of my story, or else you probably won't understand what I'm telling you. But first, my name is Serenity Dragomir. Hmm, okay… well I wasn't always called that, I was originally called Serena Tsukino… okay, okay, I'll start at the beginning since this is even starting to confusing me.

I don't think my childhood will play any major parts in my journey since it's a blur even to me, but to recap, when I was about 4, my family was on journey across the seas from our world into another; and there was a really bad storm. During the storm the ship that we were on crashed and there were three life support boats that people escaped on. Unfortunately, because I was so small, I was shoved onto a boat without my family and this particular boat crashed. Apparently there were no survivors, except me… so I was told… anyhow, a few days later I was found on shore by the local Priest and was admitted to the local orphanage. Since I had forgotten my memories and who I was, the Priest thought it best for me to stay with him at the orphanage. They tried all they could, broadcasting to other cities, putting up flyers, but no one claimed me. So I was left at the orphanage with multiple sisters and brothers.

I'm not one to gloat or anything, but I was different from everyone else. Okay, that sounds weird since everyone is different; I was surrounded by, well… I guess monsters you would put it, since I don't think most had 'names' for their kind. Okay they probably did, I just never asked. Anyhow, in the sense I was different, well… I was elfish looking, but I wasn't an elf! The nuns at the orphanage thought I was a pixie of sorts since I didn't have wings like a fairy, and I looked elfish… but I don't have powers… So it was a mystery to us all. Though, I remember this one time. A man in a uniform came to the orphanage one day and stumbled upon me, and his words still linger in mind. I don't think I will ever forget them. He said, "A little girl with fair skin, silver locks, magnificent blue eyes… the wonder and mystery of the Estelle kind." And before I could ask anything the nuns entered the room and whisked him off. But there was not a time I ever forget his words, "Estelle Kind". I remember the stories of the other kids and the stories of the town's people; Estelle was a magical land that was hidden, mainly heard in stories. No one said it didn't exist, nor did anyone say where it was… but knowing something that might, just might, have to do with my existence, I never gave up. I gripped to the knowledge with every hope I had.

And there I go, blubbering on… ha-ha… back to how my story begun. I was only eight when my story begun, to which was the date of the 25th of December 1963. Yes Christmas night. When I was little the orphanage found that I had such a beautiful singing voice, so they put me in their little 'choir' they had put together that was hired for such occasions to further fund the orphanage. Anyways, we went around to the town and sung; hoping people would give money to us. It was a little later that night we were in a late night Christmas parade, in which I had to sing a couple of songs by myself. We had been singing all night and my voice was getting quiet sore.

"What a beautiful voice! Please sing some more?" the people would yell every time we stopped. But this gentleman had come up to us and asked for just me to sing instead. So being it the season to give, I ignored the burning sensation in my throat and readied myself to sing again.

But as I was about to sing again, a young boy ran in front of me, clutching my hand. "Kind sir, please," he said in a firm voice, "She is in pain. Let another girl sing for awhile." And before the man could say anything, the boy who had grabbed me had started pulling me away from the town square.

Since the boy was holding onto me, quiet firmly might I add, I had no choice but to follow him outside of the square, down the street and off into an alleyway. Yes… I was running with an unknown boy, at night, down alleyways, so you could just imagine how scared I was… but oddly, I felt safe with him… I know. It was weird even for me. But there was just something about his aura that was just radiating warmth from him. Sad to say, but I was consumed by it; probably in a trance. I just followed him. Half of the journey was a mystery to me, but then he came to a stop. There was something in me that snapped and brought me from my trance.

"Excuse me…" I started, wanting to ask him who he was and where we were, but after I actually looked where we were, I just mumbled incoherent words, staggering around. The place was absolutely breathtaking! I'm quite sure I'd never seen a place like this before. It was… well hard to say since I was only in a section, but it looked to be a very large garden. There was a small river like pond that went through it, and we were just on the edge surrounded by roses. Yes, one as unfortunate as myself had to wonder how something so good could happen… but as they say, 'take what you can get', so I took in every last inch I could. The aroma in the air was tantalizing. The sound of the river pond was relaxing, and the boy standing next to me just warmed me with his… boy… Oh yeah! Ha-ha… I forgot about him. "Who are you?" I then asked once my mind came back to me and I realized he was there again.

The boy just smiled at me. I'd probably place him at a few years older than me… but he was gorgeous. His black glossy hair was unruly and his eyes… oh his eyes, a gorgeous midnight blue, but there was something else in his eyes that attracted me, even when I tried to look away it was hard. But I managed. "Darien…" he said softly as he continued to look over me.

Yes, I was scared… but I also felt safe… what a weird moment it was. "Where are we? And why did you take me away?" it just came out. I didn't mean to snap like that and sound demanding, but I did.

He just looked over me with his eyes, a small smile playing over his lips, "we are at the botanical gardens, it's a little outside of town… nothing fancy… and as for why I took you," he paused and stared at me some more. "I was concerned about you and didn't want you to get hurt, but I'm also attracted to you. I don't know why, but ever since I first saw you, I couldn't take my eyes away. You make my heart beat, and I feel warm."

And that's when I broke out laughing, okay, in side I was laughing; outside I wasn't since he was just standing there in front of me emotionless and serious. Could I believe what he just said…? No! Hence the laughing. But he was suffering from what I was contemplating in my mind; not replying… I couldn't take my eyes away from him, he makes me warm and well… and my heart was beating faster.

"You ever hear stories…" he started softly, his face softening as he looked at me again, "about true love?" he questioned.

I looked at him. "well… suppose I have read stories with true love… but most have a girl without family, terrible things happen to them, she meets a wealthy prince like boy at a local gathering, and they fall in love?" was that what he wanted to know?

He just stared at me. "And?" he moved closer, "you do not think this," he motioned around us, "is love?" his eyes were sparkling from the moonlight and his smile was just dazzling.

Okay, so I was frozen. His closeness made me freeze as well as what he had said. I thought over the last part of our conversation. Did I hear stories? Yes I did. Did I believe in love? Well suppose every little girl HOPES there is such a thing. At first sight? Maybe, but I knew there was something I was missing. And that's when it hit me. It was the stories. How the two met. Now what did I say. Most stories have a girl without family, and terrible things happen to them… she meets a wealthy prince like boy at a local gathering of people… and they fall in love. Well… suppose I don't have family; at least my real family is a mystery. I think because of the accident it would be considered as a terrible thing for me… but him… I do not know if he is wealthy or a prince… and as for falling…

Well somehow I think we had already fallen. It was like an ancient feeling, buried deep. Like I had known him in every one of my previous lives… but that wasn't right either… the nuns taught me there was only one life…

"I see it in your eyes," his smooth voice washed over me, dragging me from my thoughts, "you feel the same."

"Well…" I looked down, "I must agree, you make me feel… funny, but," I dared a look at his eyes, "I'm only eight… and, and… I do not know you…" I was caught for words.

"Then get to know me," he said as he pulled something from his neck and dangled it in front of me. "This was my mothers," he said starting to try and put it on me.

"What! No I can't take that!" I protested.

"But I want you to have it, to show how much you do mean to me. And to assure that you'll see me again."

"But it's your mothers..." I stopped in thought. "What if she wanted it back… or you forget her... or something?"

"It's my choice." He smiled, "but I'll make you a deal; you can come and see me again, and once you are happy that you know me, give it back."

My voice caught. How… when was I going to see him again? But before I could say anything, he had already put it around my neck. Watching me, I picked it up and looked at it. It was a simple gold necklace with a gold petal rose hanging from it. Looking at it more, I noticed a small indent on the side and opened it, finding it to be a pendant. Inside though, was an inscription of some sort in elfish letters? "What does it mean?" I asked, as I looked at him, surprised he was looking at me intently.

"I do not know. But maybe one day we can find out," he smiled.

We just stood there dumbly staring at each other, smiling. It was like everything stood still. I was young, he only looked a few years older, but he seemed beyond his years.

But before anything else could have been said, there was a rustle in the garden and 5 men came out of all directions, they were pirates. Well they looked to be pirates.

"What do we got here," one of the men chuckled.

"The boy!" One said amazed as he snatched Darien from my grasp. It felt like the world was crumbling when his hand slowly escaped out of mine.

It all happened so fast, but as I tried to grab for Darien I was thrown back. "DARIEN!" I yelled as I watched the pirates run out of the gardens, away, far out of my sights. But the one pirate who had taken Darien went back the other way towards the way I knew was the docks.

"Run to safety Serena! Don't worry about me!" he yelled back as he went out of view. The image of him reaching out to me burned in my vision. Tears came sliding down out of my eyes as his voice still echoed in my head.

As realisation hit me, I paused. He knew my name. Most probably because it was said all over the square from everyone praising my singing, but I had not told him otherwise. And I had his necklace. How was I to see him again? And funny enough, I wanted to see him again. But everything happened so fast, because the next thing I remember was being grabbed by one of the nuns and taken back away from the gardens edge that over saw the docks. "But Darien! Sister, we must help him!" I pleaded with her.

The sister looked at me funny for a moment with worry, but quickly returned to reality, "Serena, he cannot be helped! They are pirates," she emphasized, trying to pull me back. "They are pirates. There is nothing you can do to help him now! Now come back to safety." It was at that moment I gave up. She was right, He was taken by pirates… they were masters of stealing… but no one said I couldn't try; one day…

As the nuns took me back to the safety of the town, I griped onto the rose around my neck with all my life and tried to remember the pirate who stole Darien. Not much was clear… but the tattoo that was carved into his chest was burnt into my memory… the "God of Death" tattoo. There was no mistaking it! All of us kids new the stories of the pirates, and the tattoos they wore, as well as the meanings… and this one… It was at that moment I made a pact. A promise, that one day I would save Darien and return home with him. At this point I only knew home to be the orphanage as no one was 'brave' enough to adopt me… but isn't home where the heart is at?

You would ask why someone like me would make such a promise. Especially for a boy that I hardly knew… but like I said, he made me feel funny… he was my first love. A kind-hearted person. Someone for some unknown reason I wanted to protect with all my heart.

And it was at THAT moment, I chose my destiny; the path I wanted to take. And that was when my journey begun. But let me say, if it was not for these unknown feelings that lead me to this path, I probably would never have found out so many other things about society and most of all, myself.