Gure-chan: We do not own Underworld nor anything else you could faintly recall having seen before in this story. All we own are our OCs comming in Chapter one...
Tori-chan: Well then we shouldnt mention them until they come in correct?
Gure: ...why must you always put me down?
xX Prologue Xx
The night was clear and silent, the moons flattering silver glow illuminating the forest tree by tree as it glowed high in the sky. All the creatures of the day had retired into their nests hours ago, leaving the world at the mercy of the beings of darkness. Wind rustling the pine needles was the only sound that could be heard besides the quiet chirping of the crickets and occasional hoot of a passing owl.
Unexpectedly a keening wail pierced the nights deathly silence, carried on the breeze to the ears of all those nearby. It echoed down the long-abandoned corridors of the ancient castle, rising to the rafters, seeping into every nook and cranny before trailing off into silence. Another scream rose to take its place, then another…each one being louder and more insistent than the last. All resonated from a dark room in the west wing where a seemingly young nurse struggled to keep a crying newborn quiescent in her arms.
Her curled brown hair was pulled into a tight bun at the top of her head, some of the strands refusing to stay neat and falling about her face and ears. The once clean and immaculate apron she wore was now stained with the baby's tears and rumbled by its constant squirming. Her calm gray eyes carefully assessed the child as her hands rubbed its back soothingly in an effort to stop the crying.
"Is...is he okay?" a quiet voice asked. Selene lay slumped on the sweat-soaked mattress, her normally vibrant and luxurious hair dull and plastered to her skull as she panted heavily in an effort to get air back into her lungs. Her striking chestnut eyes were closed in exhaustion while her skin was pale and drawn. One arm flopped weakly over the side of the bed and the other was draped over the pillows, her body trembling ever so slightly. Blood stained the sheets as well as the simple dress she wore, its heavy metallic scent filling her nose and fogging her weary mind.
"Don't worry about him," Michael replied as he finished rinsing his hands and came to kneel down at his mate's side. His shoulder-length brown hair was terribly disheveled and stubble evident on his chin and upper lip. Blood spattered his shirt and pants yet his voice was cheerful as he continued. "He is a tough little tyrant make no doubt of that." Smiling gently he smoothed back her hair and placed a gentle kiss on her pale lips, his eyes shining with unadulterated joy. "This one will be as strong and stubborn as his mother…" "And as apt to disobeying orders as his father," Selene shot back affectionately while taking his hand in hers and giving it a squeeze.
The nurse said nothing, her gaze riveted on the child as if unable to look away. Concerned Selene tried to rise into a sitting position, her face expressing her distress. Without thinking Michael moved to help her. "What's the matter Emelie? What is it?" Still the nurse said nothing and the half-breed gave a feral growl, his eyes turning dark and his fangs lengthening in reaction to the silence. "Is something wrong with my son?" This seemed to snap Emelie out of her reverie and she gave a start, looking up at them with something akin to nervousness.
Licking her lips she shifted the babe in one arm as she tried to smooth her ruffled apron. Her eyes flicked to them, then away like a frightened bird before returning to the child once more. When she finally spoke her voice was quiet yet full of certainty. "This child heralds the birth of a new prophecy. I am not sure when but believe me when I say that it will happen." Closing her eyes, she began to recite as if in a trance. "The blood of Kraven shall arise again in the company of an army unlike that which the world has ever seen. While your powers may be great, nevertheless you two will be defenseless against him."
Now her hand stroked the child's forehead as if she were a mage tracing the first pattern of a spell. "Yet if this boy fights…he shall prevail. Guard him well and let no one get close to him, for you never know who could be friend…and who could be foe." With that Emelie blinked and opened her eyes as the baby gave a sudden scream as if in protest. Handing him over to Selene she wiped her hands on her shabby apron and went over to a cradle that had been placed next to the bed some time ago when her mistress had gone into labor.
Rocking it slowly back and forth she watched as Michael ran the back of his hand across the nape of Selene's neck then nuzzled his son's wispy black locks. Her keen hearing tuned in carefully as his lips began to move. "Don't worry buddy, your dad will be with you every step of the way. Nothing will harm you so long as I am around." Eyes misting at the private family moment she struggled to keep her tears at bay. "I hope you are right Michael. Oh dear God in heaven do I hope you are right…"
