Author: Shadow

Disclaimer: I, K.P. Phelps, here by state for future reference that I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters. I do own a few DVDs, Videos and manga but nothing more.

Summary: Six years have passed since Andrew and Darien nearly escaped death. Now that Darien and Serena’s wedding is quickly approaching, a horrible blast from the past will rock their world again. Sequel to Saints of Satan.

Ok...up until now, I tried not to include what was running through my mind...but! I decided what the hey. Especially since I received a review from a reader, they said that I lacked the whole physical persona from my characters. I want to thank you. I love receiving comments. They really help move the story along.

07 – February - 2007

Bride of Satan

Prologue

It’s been six years since that horrible time when Darien and Andrew were up on murder charges. I thought then that all of our horrible experiences were behind us. Darien and I had to postpone getting married, at my godfather’s request, so that I could finish school and go to college.

Darien also went back to school and is now a residential doctor working at a local hospital. No one seems to remember that he used to ride around in leather, winging a metal chain, killing people. Well he still does ride around on his motorcycle in leather, but that’s just for the fun of it now.

I got a masters degree in childcare and now I run my own day care taking care of small children. The hint has not gone unnoticed to Darien.

But lately I’ve been having strange dreams where I’m seventeen again walking home from school and my cat that had been killed by Hell’s Army, Luna, comes running up to me telling me to turn and run away. I’ve told Darien and he says that it’s normal for people to continue having nightmares after traumatic experiences. He says that he still has dreams where my godfather hadn’t called and saved him.

But it gets stranger then the dreams. I keep seeing and hearing motorcycles, lots of them. I keep telling Darien that motorcycles in Tokyo are very rare, but he says that I’m just being paranoid. Andrew laughed at him then and said “remember what happened when I told you, you were being paranoid last time?” They were arrested and became convicted murderers. Until my uncle saved their asses. But I don’t know…am I being paranoid?