A pair of red boots kicked down the door of Demitri's castle as a quintet of Japanese schoolgirls invaded the domain of one of the mightiest Vampire Lords in existence.

"Ai to seigi no, sailor-fuku bishoujo senshi SAILOR TEAM!"
"Mercury ni kawatte!"
"Mars no kawatte!"
"Jupiter ni kawatte!"
"Venus ni kawatte!"
"Tsuki no kawatte!"
"OSHIOKI YO!"

(Translation: For love and justice, we are the beautiful sailor-suited warriors, Sailor Team! In the name of Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Venus and the Moon, we will punish you!)

"Oro?" Sailor Moon blinked as a small old man held up a piece of paper and said something in English. Sailor Venus translated for them. "He says that if we want to fight Demitri, we have to take a number and wait in line. There're tea and crumpets for our refreshment while we wait in the parlor."

Screaming her most dreaded battle-cry of "FOOD!", Sailor Moon charged into the parlor. Sweat-dropping, Sailor Mars growled, "Chotto matte Odango-atama!" as she stomped after her princess.

(Trans: Hold on a minute Meatball Head!)

Sighing little visible mushroom clouds, the rest of the Sailor Senshi followed Moon and Mars.

Sailor Mercury was astounded by the sheer variety of personages who had gathered to oppose Demitri. There were some in the vestments of Miko and Kokushi from her homeland. There were even celebrities such as Mamano Hunter Yohko and Ghost Sweeper Manami.

(Miko: Shinto Priestess like Rei. Kokushi: Buddhist Priest)

At one table, an Aborigine was playing a diggeridoo when the Native American shaman next to him offered the Australian a draw from his pipe of tobacco. The Aborigine put away his instrument and accepted the pipe graciously.

At one side, a man dressed in Gothic Plate seemed to be romancing a young blonde woman in the garb of a Spanish Conquistador. An African American sat near them. His perpetual snarl and forbidding countenance kept anyone from sitting at his table.

In a corner was a man in a hockey mask with a blood-stained machete in his hands. Needless to say, he was given a wide berth.

Sailor Mercury's head spun from the sheer amount of information it had to process. She got to work analyzing each and every combatant with her computer.

Sailor Jupiter spied a man with a trench coat and sunglasses taking a long draw from a cigarette. Little hearts floated around her. "He's dreamy! He looks just like my old sempai!" Flouncing up to him with an exaggerated gait meant to entice, Jupiter leaned forward to give him a tantalizing glimpse at her "assets". In her best English, Jupiter tried to strike up a conversation.

"Hello? Are you America-jin?"

The man grinned lecherously, "hi babe. The name's Tommy Mahugan. I'm a professional hit-man and I kill super-people for money. Gotta say that the old X-ray vision is coming in pretty handy right now. You're pretty well-developed for a school girl."

<SLAP!>

Aino Minako, Sailor Venus, was scampering through the entire room looking at everybody and introducing herself to everybody as befit the Senshi of Love. Then she saw someone she recognized.

"Yohko-chan!"

"Minako-chan!"

Mano Yohko, Mamono Hunter and the Captain of the Sailor Senshi squealed like a pair of Japanese school girls as they hugged each other and caught up on old times.

After Sailor Mars got tired of watching Usagi (Moon) stuff her face, she circulated around the room a bit, hoping for someone to talk to. She was aghast when she spotted a pair of pre-pubescent girls calmly sipping tea. One was a brunette, the other had pale blue skin and both were clad in old-fashioned kimono. No matter what their powers, fighting Demitri was no job for young girls!

"Are you two here to cheer on your elder siblings?" Rei (Mars) asked politely.

The brunette looked up at Rei with the saddest eyes she had ever seen, "no. I am here to return him to the Dark."

"But you're just a pair of young girls!"

"So are *you* miss."

Rei blinked. It sounded as if the Ningyo doll that the girl with pale blue skin held had just answered her. But that was impossible. Right? On closer examination she realised that the girl's skin was far too pale to be human. In fact, it bore a bluish tinge that made her look like a Yuki-no-onna (snow woman) from Japanese myth....exactly like one in fact. And the brunette seemed to have fangs......

Rei muttered, "nice knowing you, gottagobye!"

Reiha, the Yuki no Onna, frowned slightly. "What a strange girl, ne Miyu?"

Vampire Princess Miyu just calmly returned to her tea.

As Usagi was busy stuffing her face with crumpets, a man in full samurai regalia strode up to her. He shouted in a loud, thundering voice, "oh the Heavens do shine upon mine brave form! Legions of school girls from the home islands do come to witness the victory of the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High! The not worry miss! Kuno Tatewaki will smite the foul gaki (vampire) and make life safe for you once more!"

Usagi was so startled by his pronouncement that she choked on her crumpets. The boisterous samurai did not notice that his audience was turning blue. By the end of his speech, she was going a bit limp.

The massive bronze double doors to Demitri's inner sanctum swung open and the wreckage of Phobos model robot (like Huitzil) was carted out. An LED over the door flickered and read "3".

"Wish me luck Minako-chan!" Yohko shouted as she grabbed her gear and charged into the room.

"Gambatte ne, Yohko-chan!" Minako shouted back to her friend as she raced to face Demitri.

"I hold no hatred for the victims of evil but for the Creatures of the Night I can show no mercy. Since the time of the ancient Gods, we have been your destroyers. The 108th generation of Mamono hunter <and apprentice> stands before you now!" Yohko recited as she summoned her soul sword.

The double doors slammed shut with a dull boom as the sound of combat began. Minako looked at the piece of paper in her hand. "87, hmph, looks like Demitri's going to bite it long before we get a chance to face him."

As the sun rose again the next night, the double doors opened to allow the Lord of the Castle to leave the battleground that used to be his chambers. Demitri was scorched, battered and bruised. Yet, despite his battered appearance, the Vampire Lord had gained much in power as he had drained the blood and essence of many mighty warriors this day. Turning to his faithful seneschal, he spoke in ringing tones, "do not allow any more fighters to face me until the sun sets. How many more are left after the 197 I had just vanquished?"

The seneschal consulted a clipboard, "only another three hundred or so my Lord."

Demitri refrained from crying as such was beneath his dignity. Using the broken haft of a spear as a crutch, he tried to find a nice, safe coffin to collapse in. *Then* he could cry.