The sunrise was absolutely stunning. The sun seemed to represent her life, rising above the dark, bleak horizon. After six centuries, six-hundred years, sixty decades, and several life times ago, the sun was a breath-taking sight, to say the least. The sun's warmth engulfed Selene and Michael and threatened to never let go. Selene had no problem with that.

Michael and Selene finally broke their long embrace, but the moment seemed to remain as immortal as the two people who shared it. The silence was music in Selene's ears, which had been filled with tormented screams, flesh piercing, and pained groaning for centuries. They both stared into each other's eyes, basking in not only the sun's radiance, but each other's.

Selene broke eye contact, but only for a second to look at the magnificent sun. "It's beautiful." Selene whispered in awe.

Michael just nodded, and wrapped his arms around Selene, never wanting to let go. Selene's breath left Selene's body for a moment and returned as she also wrapped her arms around his body, which was slick with blood and sweat.

Michael's arms closed even tighter, only to meet over Selene's wound. His fingers accidentally entered her gaping wound.

She let out a sharp, brief gasp of pain.

"Sorry!" Michael exclaimed, quickly withdrawing his probing fingers from the wound.

"It's… okay." Selene murmured.

She backed away slowly. She looked down to examine her wound, when suddenly the bridge finally snapped in half, right at where they were standing. The helicopter landed in a cacophonous crash on the ground below, and the boards from the bridge covered the ground. Reacting instinctively, Michael whirled full circle vertically and landed on his feet. Selene, however, was not as swift and landed on her back.

"Ow."

Michael, almost as quickly as he had landed, rushed over and helped her up. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Selene said, getting up. She looked up and met Michael's eyes. He seemed to drift away in her deep gorgeous eyes.

"Michael," Selene said, snapping Michael back to reality, "it's not stopping."

"What?"

"The wound. It won't stop bleeding. It's just as bad as it was before."

Michael looked down at her wound. Shit. She was right – it was still leaking crimson blood, and he could still see right through her, literally.

"Damn. You're right."

"When'd it get dark?" Selene asked.

"What do you mean?" It was still as bright as it was before.

Selene's eyelids drooped, and Selene collapsed right before Michael's eyes.

Michael ran and picked her off the floor. Shit, shit, shit, shit… What was he going to do now?


Author's Note:

Hello, readers.

I decided to start writing a new story outside of the Kahn stories I've been writing and putting up for all to read. After all, Selene's my favorite character – those two other stories were just there to ease me into writing fanfics.

Please comment and put any thoughts you have on this first chapter – I thrive on criticism!

Thank you for reading.