Demon Wings
I don't own Underworld.
Chapter I: discussions
Selene pulled back the slides of her rune-laden Walther PP9 pistols, and began cleaning out the chamber with wire and a small rag. Michael expressed disgust, he didn't like guns, not at all, not since his wife's death. He'd turn to them when needed, but otherwise he'd rather just use his claws and fangs.
Since he'd killed William, he'd become aware of how much more Lycan he was than vampire. He possessed the instincts of a Lycan, instincts that always made him tense around Selene. Nothing against her, but a Lycan, even a half-vampiric one, naturally was distrustful of vampires. Luckily for her, an instinct easily ignored.
His insides still burned from trying to eat human food. He had since tried and tried to gorge himself on cows he killed, but usually only made him thirstier for blood, and Michael hated drinking it more than he hated guns. His eyes flashed black at the thought, and he looked for a pack of the stuff. Cloned human blood. Utterly disgusting, if you ask him.
"How often do you need to feed?" he asked Selene.
"Used to be, six months. Only enough to keep the cells regenerating. Kraven himself drank much more though, probably so he could bang anybody all the time. Viktor, however, only requires blood when he awakens, otherwise, he can go on forever, although…he's not at full strength if he does so."
"So when I fought him…?" Michael asked.
"No. He was going above what I knew he could do." Selene rammed a clip into both pistols and clicked the slides closed. "Who was the woman in the pictures?" she asked. Michael stopped dead, with the straw of the blood pouch in his mouth. He sucked a long pull and wet his throat. It was like drinking water with ten tons of sugar and caffeine.
"My Wife." He said.
"You failed to mention that before we made love." She snarled, angry. She'd assumed the girl had been a girlfriend, a flame.
"Because she was dead." Michael mumbled. If Selene had been human, she wouldn't have heard this, but her vampiric senses had managed to catch it.
"Oh." She mumbled, now feeling horrible. Had Viktor ever felt this about her? Had Kraven? She doubted Kraven. And Viktor had certainly never shown anything. Selene felt evil now, and that only pissed off her inner self even more. Selene began to recall the weeks after her transformation, when she'd first woken up from the changing sleep. She'd felt a hole in the center of her chest, where her family had been, a place Viktor managed to take. Selene had gotten over it, but Michael had not lived seven centuries without his wife like Selene had without her family.
"I'm so sorry, Michael, I wasn't thinking-"
"No, no. It's okay. It was a long time ago. My schedule, I'd all but forgotten about her." Even without her nose, she could tell he was lying. You never forgot something like that.
"How did it happen?"
Michael turned, frustration in his eyes. "Selene, I'm trying to forget her, and you're not helping me-"
"You can't forget it, Michael, take it from someone who knows, because eventually, you'll need to face your demons, and for all I know, I won't be around to help you." She replied, calm.
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Raze forced himself to move, and groaned. His entire body felt sore, something that shouldn't have happened, even though regeneration on that scale would tire him quite a bit. It felt like, like after his first turn. A booted foot landed near his human head.
Raze twisted slightly to look up at the owner of the foot. A stern, bearded, place face looked down at him, much weaker than Raze had ever seen him.
"You…are late." Lucien said.
"H-how?" Raze asked, his voice a bellow-like growl.
"The Corvinus strain. Michael doesn't know how powerful he could become. Although I lost good ten percent of my body mass, I was able to regenerate completely. Using some borrowed flesh from my one-time master."
"You mean…?"
"Yes, Raze." Lucien said, his pupils expanding rapidly to cover his entire eye. "I have become what we dreamed of for so long."
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next: those responsible for Michael's wife.