A/N: I know I said I'd get this out fairly fast after Far From Over was finished, but then the trip to Colorado came up, and of course, I couldn't go because I had summer school and you can't miss more than one day. So I had to stay at my cousin's house, and thus had no computer access. I'm in summer school to get rid of my dumb ass health credit, because I don't want to take it in Senior High (Texas has THE MOST fucked up school system on the face of the PLANET) and you need it to graduate. So I am forced to sit through five and half hours of droning. I wrote chapter one and two of this thing in health, and am in the process of chapter three. Only two more days of torture though, and then it is pure, unadulterated summer, so I can't really promise speedy updates until school starts (isn't it odd how that works?) but I will try. The second chapter is really really long (twenty pages in my notebook! Are you proud of me moose?) so I don't know how long it will take me to type. This story mostly focuses on Ravyn, but there will be a bit of Selene/Michael in here, and there is a romance in store for Ravyn, and you will know who in the second chapter (although, if you thought about it, you could figure it out from this chappie.) If you will recall from Far From Over, Selene's dreams about killing Michael? That issue will be resolved in this fic, as will the issue of Kraven. I did mention in Far From Over's epilogue that this was a slight crossover with some of my original stuff. In the first chapter, there aren't any crossover characters, but there are three in chapter two, and somewhere along chapter five or six a fourth will appear. I will do my best to explain those characters in the ending note of whatever particular chapter they are in. Wow, that was a really long author's note! I'll just shut up now and let you read.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Underworld characters, namely Selene, Michael, Kraven, Marcus, or Erika. All OCs are mine.
Assassin
Chapter 1: Dark Lady
Ravyn walked down the dark Chicago streets, stiletto heels clicking on the frozen sidewalk with each step. A light December snow was beginning to fall, snowflakes lightly misting her raven hair. She wasn't chilled by the weather, despite the black spaghetti strap shirt and knee-length black skirt. Her pale complexion, gray eyes, and long black hair, combined with the effect of falling snow made her look like an ice goddess.
Chicago streets are busy at any hour of the day or night, and the people still out stared at Ravyn. She knew they looked, but she ignored them, as she always did.
The snow wasn't sticking, for which Ravyn was grateful. She had a high tolerance for cold, but not so high that she could walk through the snow in the shoes she was wearing.
She turned a corner and walked a few yards to a nightclub. She paid a guard at the door and went inside. The throbbing beat of the music surrounded her as she stood in the shadows near the bar. Nearly everyone in the club was half drunk on either the music or the strong liquor the bar served, and in many cases, both. Ravyn smiled to herself. This would only make her job easier.
Carefully, Ravyn slid across the minds of the people in the club, like water over rocks, searching for a specific man. When she found him, she withdrew from his mind, leaving a residue of power behind, marking him with an ebony glow only she could see.
She shut her eyes, and when she opened them, her pale gray eyes had gone a dark brown. Her wavy black hair framed her face, increasing the contrast of her pale skin. She scanned the room, looking for the ebony glow. She found it surrounding a man at the bar. He had four empty beer bottles near him and was drinking out of a nearly-empty fifth. Ravyn slipped into his mind again and noticed with a mix of disgust and pleasure that he was very drunk.
She felt eyes on her and withdrew from the man's mind to meet the eyes of the lead singer of the band on stage. She smiled; he was an old friend, and former partner. She slipped into his mind, looking for a song.
Play this, she whispered into his mind when she found it. He nodded and signaled to his band.
They began to play a slow, sensual song with a haunting melody. Ravyn smiled as the lead singer's familiar voice joined the music. She had taken belly dancing lessons when she had first arrived in Chicago and now she put them to good use, flawlessly performing a routine she made anew each time she danced it.
The eyes of several people turned to her, and she smiled seductively, sensing the rise of lust in the room. Her eyes shut as she did a descending hip roll, her head tilting slightly.
As her hips rolled towards the floor, she focused her attention on the man at the bar. She slipped into his mind and subtly redirected his attention away from the beer he seemed intent on drowning himself in and towards the dance floor. His eyes found her easily, without any mental prodding from her. She was, after all, now the center of everyone's attention.
She rolled her hips back up, her skirt swaying from her hips seductively and she could almost feel the heavy breathing of the men surrounding her. She amplified the natural lust that had entered the man's mind when he saw here, pulling it to the front of his mind. She instilled in his mind an overwhelming desire to dance with her and he stood from his bar stool and began walking towards her.
Ravyn kept her seductive smile as he approached and didn't stop dancing, even when he asked to dance with her.
She nodded and said, "I'd love to," disguising her natural British accent with a thick Chicago one, and pitching her voice lower than normal, hoping he'd take the bait by himself.
He did.
She kept her grip on his mind firm as she danced close, moving her hips enticingly to the music. She put her arms around his neck, looking into his lust- and beer-befuddled eyes. They were green and were straying down to the V-neck of her shirt.
Resisting the urge to pull away and beat the shit out of him, she thought, You are going to get what's coming to you Seth Parker. You will get what's coming.
When the song ended, Ravyn leaned forward and whispered seductively in his ear, "Let's go back to my apartment."
From within his mind, she multiplied his inclination to agree.
"Good idea." His voice was deep and thick with beer and lust.
She took his hand and led him outside.
"This way," she told him, leading him in a direction that would take them to small alleyway where they could conduct their business in private. Ravyn knew the way well, having taken men that way before on previous jobs.
"Oh dear," she said, when he realized that they had hit a dead end. "I must have taken a wrong turn. Well, here's as good a place as any."
She moved towards him, wrapping her hands around his neck, bringing his face towards hers. She kissed him slowly, gently, letting him taste her lips and stealing into his mind, multiplying the desire she found there. He increased the passion in the kiss and Ravyn forced herself not to choke with revulsion as his tongue slipped between her lips. She carefully extracted her mouth from his, trailing light kisses down his jaw to his neck. When she reached the pulsing jugular in his neck, she allowed her control to slip, just a little, and the fangs of a vampire emerged. Without hesitation, she sank her fangs deep into his neck, drinking the crimson lifeblood that flowed into her mouth.
A/N: okay, before you flame me about hybrids, I gave Ravyn a few special abilities, such as the ability to change only into a vampire, and the mind control, which are explained further in the next chapter. Now, as I warned in the first author's note, it may take me awhile to get these chapters up, because my beta is not happy about the "fantasy element" of this story. Some chapters may go un-beta because of it. I did threaten to get a new beta if she wouldn't do it, and she said she would, but it may take her a bit. So please, bear with me on that.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Underworld characters, namely Selene, Michael, Kraven, Marcus, or Erika. All OCs are mine.
Assassin
Chapter 1: Dark Lady
Ravyn walked down the dark Chicago streets, stiletto heels clicking on the frozen sidewalk with each step. A light December snow was beginning to fall, snowflakes lightly misting her raven hair. She wasn't chilled by the weather, despite the black spaghetti strap shirt and knee-length black skirt. Her pale complexion, gray eyes, and long black hair, combined with the effect of falling snow made her look like an ice goddess.
Chicago streets are busy at any hour of the day or night, and the people still out stared at Ravyn. She knew they looked, but she ignored them, as she always did.
The snow wasn't sticking, for which Ravyn was grateful. She had a high tolerance for cold, but not so high that she could walk through the snow in the shoes she was wearing.
She turned a corner and walked a few yards to a nightclub. She paid a guard at the door and went inside. The throbbing beat of the music surrounded her as she stood in the shadows near the bar. Nearly everyone in the club was half drunk on either the music or the strong liquor the bar served, and in many cases, both. Ravyn smiled to herself. This would only make her job easier.
Carefully, Ravyn slid across the minds of the people in the club, like water over rocks, searching for a specific man. When she found him, she withdrew from his mind, leaving a residue of power behind, marking him with an ebony glow only she could see.
She shut her eyes, and when she opened them, her pale gray eyes had gone a dark brown. Her wavy black hair framed her face, increasing the contrast of her pale skin. She scanned the room, looking for the ebony glow. She found it surrounding a man at the bar. He had four empty beer bottles near him and was drinking out of a nearly-empty fifth. Ravyn slipped into his mind again and noticed with a mix of disgust and pleasure that he was very drunk.
She felt eyes on her and withdrew from the man's mind to meet the eyes of the lead singer of the band on stage. She smiled; he was an old friend, and former partner. She slipped into his mind, looking for a song.
Play this, she whispered into his mind when she found it. He nodded and signaled to his band.
They began to play a slow, sensual song with a haunting melody. Ravyn smiled as the lead singer's familiar voice joined the music. She had taken belly dancing lessons when she had first arrived in Chicago and now she put them to good use, flawlessly performing a routine she made anew each time she danced it.
The eyes of several people turned to her, and she smiled seductively, sensing the rise of lust in the room. Her eyes shut as she did a descending hip roll, her head tilting slightly.
As her hips rolled towards the floor, she focused her attention on the man at the bar. She slipped into his mind and subtly redirected his attention away from the beer he seemed intent on drowning himself in and towards the dance floor. His eyes found her easily, without any mental prodding from her. She was, after all, now the center of everyone's attention.
She rolled her hips back up, her skirt swaying from her hips seductively and she could almost feel the heavy breathing of the men surrounding her. She amplified the natural lust that had entered the man's mind when he saw here, pulling it to the front of his mind. She instilled in his mind an overwhelming desire to dance with her and he stood from his bar stool and began walking towards her.
Ravyn kept her seductive smile as he approached and didn't stop dancing, even when he asked to dance with her.
She nodded and said, "I'd love to," disguising her natural British accent with a thick Chicago one, and pitching her voice lower than normal, hoping he'd take the bait by himself.
He did.
She kept her grip on his mind firm as she danced close, moving her hips enticingly to the music. She put her arms around his neck, looking into his lust- and beer-befuddled eyes. They were green and were straying down to the V-neck of her shirt.
Resisting the urge to pull away and beat the shit out of him, she thought, You are going to get what's coming to you Seth Parker. You will get what's coming.
When the song ended, Ravyn leaned forward and whispered seductively in his ear, "Let's go back to my apartment."
From within his mind, she multiplied his inclination to agree.
"Good idea." His voice was deep and thick with beer and lust.
She took his hand and led him outside.
"This way," she told him, leading him in a direction that would take them to small alleyway where they could conduct their business in private. Ravyn knew the way well, having taken men that way before on previous jobs.
"Oh dear," she said, when he realized that they had hit a dead end. "I must have taken a wrong turn. Well, here's as good a place as any."
She moved towards him, wrapping her hands around his neck, bringing his face towards hers. She kissed him slowly, gently, letting him taste her lips and stealing into his mind, multiplying the desire she found there. He increased the passion in the kiss and Ravyn forced herself not to choke with revulsion as his tongue slipped between her lips. She carefully extracted her mouth from his, trailing light kisses down his jaw to his neck. When she reached the pulsing jugular in his neck, she allowed her control to slip, just a little, and the fangs of a vampire emerged. Without hesitation, she sank her fangs deep into his neck, drinking the crimson lifeblood that flowed into her mouth.
A/N: okay, before you flame me about hybrids, I gave Ravyn a few special abilities, such as the ability to change only into a vampire, and the mind control, which are explained further in the next chapter. Now, as I warned in the first author's note, it may take me awhile to get these chapters up, because my beta is not happy about the "fantasy element" of this story. Some chapters may go un-beta because of it. I did threaten to get a new beta if she wouldn't do it, and she said she would, but it may take her a bit. So please, bear with me on that.