A Lust For Blood Chapter Three. By EternalSenshi. I don't own SM. Please R&R.

"So, where are we going?" Mamoru asked.

"Back to the SOTC," Usagi said, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Do you always speak in acronyms?" he asked.

"It's easier for me," she said. She smiled at him. "Don't tell me you've never done it."

"Not when I can say 'scene of the crime,'" he remarked. "Why are we going there? I thought it was cleaned up."

"Never assume that a scene is cleaned up," she said. "I have a hunch that we may have missed something."

"Do you always work on a hunch?"

"Of course. That's what made me the best," she said confidently. She then burst into peals of laughter at her own cockiness. "I sound as if I'd been doing this forever."

"From what I've heard, you're pretty damn good at this."

"Oh, stop," she said in mock embarrassment. "You'll make me blush."

They pulled into the parking lot of the Kinmoku Club and stepped out of the vehicle. "We'll need to question the witness again, then check the scene. Bring your case, okay?"

He smiled. "All right," he said.

She sighed, and stared at the club. "Just think, many of these girls spend their last moments here, doing anything they can to make a living."

"What other choice do they have?" Mamoru asked, pulling his kit out of the trunk. "Most of them don't have any other options. A lot of them die."

Usagi bowed her head slightly. "That's true," she agreed.

"Why are you taking special interest in this case?" he asked.

She looked up at the sign of the club. "I'm giving a voice to those who have none. I'm going to help them," she said. She turned, smiling. "We better get inside."

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Seiya walked out of the DNA lab with the test results clutched in her hand, looking for Usagi. Her face was furrowed in confusion as she strode through the hallway, only to be stopped on her pilgrimage by Ami. "Seiya, what are you doing out of the lab?" Ami asked, eyeing her carefully.

"I've been looking for Usagi," Seiya admitted. She held up her papers. "I have the results from the Kanno autopsy."

Ami eagerly snatched them and studied the results carefully. "Nothing?" she asked, surprised.

"Only thing that killed her were the lacerations to the throat, and we don't have a murder weapon."

Ami threw her hands down to her side. "She wasn't on any drugs? Her friend said that Miki Kanno was a heavy cocaine user."

"No cocaine in her system," Seiya assured her. "Either she was trying to stop, or the friend was lying."

Ami sighed. "I'm off to see Taiki about the corpse. Could you come with me?"

Seiya nodded. "I thought they already examined it."

"Taiki said she found something," Ami said. "Come on, let's go."

"Where's Usagi?"

"With the new boy at the Kinmoku Club," Ami replied, walking towards the morgue.

Seiya's eyes widened. "New boy?"

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Usagi stared at the pattern of blood spatter on the walls, and set her it down on the floor. "All right, so there's a lot of spatter on the left wall...and judging by the depth of the laceration..." she muttered.

"What?" Mamoru asked.

"The severing of the common carotid arteries, and the slashing marks...he was left handed," she said. She turned to him. "Can you help me for a second?" she asked.

"Sure," Mamoru answered. "What is it that you want me to do?"

Usagi stepped out of the room, looking around in the hallway. "Follow me," she said.

Confused, he walked after her. She opened another door, and lay down on the floor, propping herself up on pillows. "Okay, come here," she said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked.

"No way!" she cried. "I would never seduce anyone at a crime scene. What I want you to do is to sit on me."

He laughed. "I think you're lying."

"Try me. Sit on me," she insisted.

He straddled her hips, staring into her eyes. "Now what?"

"Pretend you have a knife in your left hand," she said. "She had to be facing the door, which was closed. He sat over her like this-"

"And slashed her throat with his left hand-" Mamoru continued.

"But it was a vehement slash, throwing the spatter against the wall," Usagi said. "And he slashed her more than once, due to the pattern of the spatter."

Mamoru nodded, and picked up his left hand. "Like this," he said, making a motion across her neck.

"Exactly." She sighed, and looked at the left wall. "Imagine being killed in a compromising position," she said. She looked back at him, and said, "You can get off of me now."

"Right." He started to get up, but slipped on a silk pillow, and fell on top of her, their faces mere inches apart.

After a few seconds of staring intently into each other's eyes, Usagi smiled. "I guess we've got ourselves in a compromising position," she murmured.

"Sorry," he apologized, not moving. It wasn't until Usagi's cell rang that he actually struggled to get up. Usagi pulled out her phone, sitting up. "Hello?"

Mamoru went to the other room to get his case, feeling somewhat embarrassed that he had fallen in lust with his superior - he may have been older, but she was older in position - and he had fallen like that on her! What a first day on the job.

Usagi came into the room, slapping her cell phone shut and shoving it in her pocket. "God damn it!" she cried.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Ami and Rei are calling us back. They say that the scene has been analyzed enough. As if," she said, picking up the kit angrily.

"What about your hunch?" he asked.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Usagi said, waving her hand. "We'll try to find a reason to come back later. If it's a true hunch, it won't go away easily."

"What about-"

"He's bound to slip up sooner or later. The question is when and where." She stared at the spatter on the wall. "And how many more will die."

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Usagi, Mamoru, Ami, Rei, Seiya, Yaten and Taiki stood around the exam room table, staring at Miki Kanno's sewn up corpse. "So, Sherlock Holmes, could you please explain why we're just standing here?" Rei asked Taiki.

"I went over the corpse again, and found something important lodged in the corpse's throat. I pulled it out with my forceps, and..." Taiki stopped and picked up the small piece of paper next to her, covered in blood.

"Why didn't we catch this sooner?" Ami demanded.

"Because it was so small and lodged that I missed it," Yaten said before Taiki could say anything.

Ami frowned. "That's incompetent."

"Hey, no one's perfect," Usagi said.

"Whatever, skip it now," Rei said. "The important thing is what it is."

"It's a note," Taiki continued. "Directed to you, Rei." She handed the small piece of paper to Rei, who took it in a shaky hand.

"Read it, read it, read-OW!" Usagi said as Ami stepped on her foot.

"This is no laughing matter," Ami scolded her.

Usagi looked at Mamoru, who was looking at the far wall, as if avoiding Usagi's eyes altogether. "Jeez, no sense of humor at all."

Seiya stared intently at Mamoru, wondering if Usagi saw something in him.

"'SVU Chief - Jack the Ripper lives,'" Rei read. "That's it."

"You were right to tie it to Jack the Ripper, Usagi," Seiya said.

"Yeah, but Jack the Ripper's been dead for decades - almost a century, I think," Mamoru interjected.

"Right," Usagi said. "Nice one, Chiba."

Mamoru grinned slightly at her as Seiya shot an angrily look at him.

"No one is to go to the Kinmoku Club until further notice," Rei said. "I want the team to go down together, got it?"

"Right," Usagi said. The others muttered their agreements.

As they left the room, Mamoru grabbed Usagi's arm gently. "Um, Tsukino-"

"Call me Usagi," she said. "Unless it's going to kill you."

He smiled. "Usagi, um, about what happened today at the club-"

"Ah, don't worry about it," she said with a smile. "After all, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known anything more than I already do. Thanks," she said, pecking him on the cheek.

Mamoru watched her as she walked out of the morgue. He felt an angry shove as Seiya brushed past him, her long black hair flying behind her.

There was one thing for certain - Usagi Tsukino was fascinating.

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It was around eleven-thirty that evening, long after the team had put their case to bed for another evening, and Emi Furoki began hustling herself in the night. She looked for hopeful customers, while adjusting her short spandex skirt. "Come on baby," she called to a passing man. "How about a little loving?" The men continued to pass her by, giving her no wanted attention. Emi knew that a streetwalker usually got as much.

A man walking down the street at a leisurely pace with his coat-collar flipped caught her attention. This man's pay could equal her long overdue rent. She sashayed her way over to his path, stopping him from going anywhere. "Hey, baby, feeling lucky?"

"As a matter of fact," he said, holding out his arm to her, "I am. Question is, are you?"

Emi turned her painted lips into a smile. She would have her rent money tonight, seeing how eager he was. "You name the place," she replied.

"Oh, I know a warm place to go," he said. She linked her arm in his, and they walked down the dark street together, stopping at a high rise apartment building.

"Wow, is this where you live, baby?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "It's nice and warm - and waiting," he added, leading her inside. They stood in the elevator silently as Emi stood close to him, her hand beginning to inch her way past his belt, until he grabbed her hand. "Wait until we're there," he said.

Wanting to get paid well, she obeyed. As the doors opened to the hallway, the man pulled her out a tad roughly, grabbing her key. "Hey!" she cried out as he squeezed her wrist painfully.

"Sorry," he apologized, opening the door. "Come inside," he said.

She followed, amazed at how huge and nice the apartment was. "Wow, it's gorgeous!" she breathed.

"It's only the beginning," he said. "Why don't you lie down?"

"Whatever you want, baby, you're paying for me," she said, lounging seductively on the couch. He came up behind her, holding a long silk strip in his hands. "Oh, gonna bind me?" she asked.

"You've never been bound before?" he asked.

"Honey, I've done things to people you can't even imagine," she said.

"Close your eyes," he said.

She obeyed, feeling the cool, slick material slip over her eyelids. He tied the ends together behind her hair, and stepped back. "Just wait," she heard him say, and sat comfortably. It was a nice apartment belonging to a rich man - and the rich man was her key. He could become a regular of hers, and then she could pay her rent for the rest of her life.

Time passed, and her customer hadn't returned, making her feel somewhat cheated. "Hey, what gives?" she cried. Suddenly, she felt something cold on her stomach, making her gasp in surprise, her stomach retracting as her shirt was lifted. "Is that you?" she asked.

"I told you I'd be back," he said. "There was no need to panic."

"I was worried that you'd cheated me," she said, feeling a small, stinging pain on her lower abdomen. The pain was minimal since she was unable to see it. "Come on baby, don't keep me waiting."

"Fine," he said. Emi felt the cold object graze her neck, and another stinging pain hit her nerves, this time where the cold object had been. Her heart rate sped up as the fear of the unseen took over her mind.

"Who are you?" she asked.

He never answered.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

With one quick flick, he'd grabbed her head and slashed her neck. She let out a choked scream, feeling the taste of iron in her mouth before he slashed again, silencing her permanently. More times he slashed her neck, seeing the spatter on the edge of the couch. He pulled up her skirt, pulled down her underwear, and thrusted the bloody knife into her uterus. The blood spilled out all over the white couch, dripping to the marble floor.

Emi Furoki never had to worry about rent again.

This time, he wanted to see more blood. He loved the smell of it; he loved the feel of it between his fingers; he loved every aspect of the thick, garnet colored bodily fluid. And then he remembered what she had said, and seeing the blood on the marble floor gave him and idea before he took flight...

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The phone rang loudly in Usagi's loft, only she didn't hear it as she skipped happily through Dreamland. Her dreams were full of her happy friends having a feast of candy and soda, and Mr. Hououji was sitting in a dunking booth, getting dunked over and over. Everyone was laughing, thinking what a stupid bastard he was, and how he knew nothing of forensic science-

"USAGI!"

Usagi jolted awake at the sound of her name, and looked around her apartment, her eyes trying to adjust to the dark. "H-hello?"

There was a sigh coming from the phone. "Anyway, I know you may be asleep, but it's Rei. Wake up and pick up the damn phone!"

Usagi picked up the receiver. "Yeah?"

"Did I wake you up?" Rei asked kindly.

"If you called for a friendly chat-"

"Good, you've been awake. Anyway, there's been another murder. Most marks are synonymous with the first attack. We're pretty sure-"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT! Most marks?" Usagi cried.

"Please don't tell me you're drunk aga-"

"What the hell do you mean by most marks? Are they the same or not?"

Rei paused. "He mutilated her."

"Oh, fuck!" Usagi screamed, getting out of bed. "Call me on my cell in five minutes and give me the address. I'm coming." She slammed down her phone and ran into the bathroom. "God damn it!"

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A few minutes later, Usagi went under the police tape, flashing her badge to the cop at the door. "Hey, Taka," she said.

"Glad to see you, Usagi," he said grimly.

Ryo looked up at the sound of Usagi's name and nudged Yuichiro. "She's here," he murmured.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be here?" she said.

Makoto looked at the two men, and looked down at the bloody shoe prints. "Lovely to see you awake," she murmured.

Usagi frowned. "What's going on?"

Minako walked into the room and stopped as she saw the confused blonde. "Why didn't you tell me she was here?" she cried.

"She just got here," Yuichiro exclaimed.

Usagi looked at the four. "All right, first you want me back, then you don't. What is it?"

"Usagi, come with me," Minako said, avoiding her question.

Usagi warily followed Minako to the other room where the body lay, and saw Mamoru and Rei staring at the wall. "What are you-" she cut off as she saw what had captured their attention.

On the wall, written in what appeared to be the victim's blood, was a message. "Usagi Tsukino," it read. "You're back after a long absence. One mistake you've already made: I NEVER SLIP UP. Signed, the Ripper."

"Damn bastard knows who I am," Usagi murmured.

"That's not all," Mamoru muttered.

"Do you know whose apartment this is?" Minako asked Usagi.

Usagi shook her head, her eyes fixated on the bloody message.

"Haruka Tenou's," Rei said.

Usagi snapped her attention to her comrades. "Haruka Tenou? THE Haruka Tenou? The famous male racer?"

"One and the same," Mamoru said grimly.

Usagi turned back to the message on the wall. "He's wrong. He did slip up: he gave us a suspect."

Rei pulled out her walkie-talkie. "I have an APB on Haruka Tenou, repeat, APB on Haruka Tenou."

Mamoru stared at Usagi. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Usagi wasn't listening. She was staring at the bloody message. He was following her. He could have been in the Kinmoku Club when she was there.

One thing was for sure now - he was a serial killer, and he was serious.

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Sorry for the long time updating. School's getting in the way, and college applications are due soon. I know this chapter is graphic, but it really gets it's point across in my opinion. More Mamoru/Usagi interaction next chapter. Please review if you read.

EternalSenshi.