Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Dementia Concerto ❯ Hey Pretty... ( Chapter 3 )

Dementia Concerto

A Sailormoon Fanfic by Q.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon. Quite honestly, I don't want to own Sailormoon. I do however, own Grey Haze, and Princess Erycandrea/Sailor Cassiopeia. Please don't use them without my permission. To learn more about Haze, please go to http://www.geocities.com/asylumrpg . You could also go to my Mediaminer gallery. http://www.mediaminer.org/user_info.php?id=3601 Or email me at Q_slash@hotmail.com

This work of fan fiction was inspired by the songs that just happened to be playing while writing or editing the work. For An interesting effect, listen to the songs, while reading the story, though it is not required. Enjoy.

Part III

Hey Pretty - Poe

"Hey pretty, don't ya wanna take a ride with me? through my world. Hey pretty. Don't ya wanna kick and slide with me. Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rocket through my world...do you get the gist of the song now?"

The Beast bent over at the soldier's feet, reaching down and plucked her up by the arm. Cassiopeia was limp in her unconsciousness, and didn't know the difference.

The monster screamed hoarsely as his forearm was licked with a strong tongue of grey flame. He Raised his head and glared at the top of the cracked wall. A figure stood atop the wall, a stick in hand. Crowning the stick was a cheerful little flame of grey coloured fire.

"Don't you dare touch her, you bastard." The figure was shadowed, but obviously female, despite her fairly husky voice. " you lay one single claw on her, and I swear, I will crucify you."

The monster tossed his captive aside, smirking as his eyes remained on the Senshi's saviour.

A cloud of mist accumulated at the ground level of the wall, thick, dark, like a fog, and the figure stepped from it.

A woman, shapely, fair skinned, and in a ash coloured peasants dress. Her face young and round. Her silky grey hair gathered into a ponytail that dangled to her ankles. She hardly looked threatening. Save for the look in her storm grey eyes.

A look that spoke volumes of apathy and malice.

Grey Haze step forward, bringing her stick of fire to her lips. Her eyes turned to the flame, and her soft tongue slowly slunk out to lick the lively little fire. A little flame danced on the tip of her tongue before she licked her perfect teeth, thus snuffing out the light.

"Daddy always said I was a little spitfire." With a un-warned twirl of her torch, Grey Haze brought the lit section to her lips and blew, sending a jet of the grey fire into the demons eyes.

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The shriek that the monster let out was enough to bring Cassiopeia back to consciousness, but seemingly, did not grant her strength enough to open her eyes.

Haze sneered as the monster, watching it claw at its burning eyes. Swiftly the handmaiden looked around for a device to banish the monster away. A glitter caught Grey Haze's eye, and there amongst some dirt, lay one of Cassiopeia's scimitars!

Haze sprinted for it, falling to the ground in order to dodge a wild swipe from the beast. She rolled along the ground until she came close to the weapon. Her hand gripped the handle and Haze bounced to her feet, facing the monsters back. With a yell, she ran towards the beast and, swinging hastily, she lopped the creature's head clean from its body.