Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Heart of the Beast ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
The Heart of the Beast
Prologue
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Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and probably never will.... poor me!! And I don't own the book "The Heart of the Beast" by Carla Cassidy. I just used the plot as inspiration -.-;
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The quarter moon shined brightly through the dark silhouette of trees. The house was quite and peaceful at this time of night. A man with dark hair and blue eyes stood looking out the window at the dark forest with a glass of scotch in his right hand. The window panes made dark slashes across his handsome face. He occasionally sipped his drink and continued to look out at the mass of trees, clearly in thought. He turned around at the sound of the tall, wooden double doors of the library swinging open. The only light in the library was the fire from the fire place, casting a gentle glow on the elderly man that walked into the library and over to the bar. He sneered at the older man and watched the he walked, casually, toward the bar that was across the room from the fire place.
"I can't believe you're going to do this to her." He murmured to the man at the bar, still watching him with a guarded expression.
"Why? It's a perfect plan." The other man said as he sipped on his own whiskey, casually stuffing his other hand into his trouser pocket.
"Because," The dark haired man paused, trying to find a way to explain himself. " It's just so inhumane, Damn it!" He finally shouted as he began feeling the same tingly feeling he got every time he got a little angry, "You really are a beast!" The man with the dark hair spat, throwing the glass he had in the fire. The fire blazed with new life, sending the room into an angry orange haze. The color of the bright flames reflected the anger churning in the dark man’s stomach.
"Oh, I'm the beast?" The elderly man said, smirking with a haughty expression. The dark-haired man scowled and flew out the back door of the Library. He felt the cool midnight breeze on his heated flesh as he sprinted out into the dark forest he'd just been looking at. Once away from humanity he let the feeling override him. The last human thought he had was, “Why her?”
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*A/N:
Well, I recently (by that I mean a few months ago o_O) got a very nice review from emi (on ff.net), telling me to please continue and how much she liked the story! Firstly, I would like to thank you for your kind words, and secondly I would like to say that I will be finishing this story because I've always hated when authors didn't finish a story. So! These chapters will be tweaked slightly, I think I can add a few more details that would make the story better! So emi, this is just for you, hun! And if you think that the original chapter was better, let me know and I’ll take this one down and repost the original!
Prologue
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Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and probably never will.... poor me!! And I don't own the book "The Heart of the Beast" by Carla Cassidy. I just used the plot as inspiration -.-;
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The quarter moon shined brightly through the dark silhouette of trees. The house was quite and peaceful at this time of night. A man with dark hair and blue eyes stood looking out the window at the dark forest with a glass of scotch in his right hand. The window panes made dark slashes across his handsome face. He occasionally sipped his drink and continued to look out at the mass of trees, clearly in thought. He turned around at the sound of the tall, wooden double doors of the library swinging open. The only light in the library was the fire from the fire place, casting a gentle glow on the elderly man that walked into the library and over to the bar. He sneered at the older man and watched the he walked, casually, toward the bar that was across the room from the fire place.
"I can't believe you're going to do this to her." He murmured to the man at the bar, still watching him with a guarded expression.
"Why? It's a perfect plan." The other man said as he sipped on his own whiskey, casually stuffing his other hand into his trouser pocket.
"Because," The dark haired man paused, trying to find a way to explain himself. " It's just so inhumane, Damn it!" He finally shouted as he began feeling the same tingly feeling he got every time he got a little angry, "You really are a beast!" The man with the dark hair spat, throwing the glass he had in the fire. The fire blazed with new life, sending the room into an angry orange haze. The color of the bright flames reflected the anger churning in the dark man’s stomach.
"Oh, I'm the beast?" The elderly man said, smirking with a haughty expression. The dark-haired man scowled and flew out the back door of the Library. He felt the cool midnight breeze on his heated flesh as he sprinted out into the dark forest he'd just been looking at. Once away from humanity he let the feeling override him. The last human thought he had was, “Why her?”
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*A/N:
Well, I recently (by that I mean a few months ago o_O) got a very nice review from emi (on ff.net), telling me to please continue and how much she liked the story! Firstly, I would like to thank you for your kind words, and secondly I would like to say that I will be finishing this story because I've always hated when authors didn't finish a story. So! These chapters will be tweaked slightly, I think I can add a few more details that would make the story better! So emi, this is just for you, hun! And if you think that the original chapter was better, let me know and I’ll take this one down and repost the original!