[Alright, this is my very first Underworld fic, I've actually had it planned out for a while but I never actually took the initiative to write it yet. Sorry the prologue is so short, the rest of the chapters will (hopefully) be a lot longer. Please review, the more reviews I get, the better (and faster) I write. I'd like at least a couple reviews before I post the next chapter. Thanks! Before I forget, "..." = speech, /..../ = thought, and -...- = flashback.]
Prologue"Michael, you know that we can't keep her; at least not now. Not while we are hunted; not while this bloody war rages."
A woman whispered, her was voice barely audible. She was hidden in shadow, cradling a newborn child. She held the child gently, yet there was a sense of protectiveness about her.
"I know, Selene," the man known as Michael spoke, "but she's our daughter. We can't just give her up." Selene shook her head.
"Michael, we must. If the Death Dealers got wind of this, they would likely try to kill her." Michael sighed, accepting defeat.
"Well, we might as well put her in a home where we know she'll be safe. One of the lycans in the den said that he knew a human couple who would take her in, at least until it's safe for her to be with us." The baby gave a little cry, as if alerting her parents to her presence. Selene hushed the child.
"We might as well get it over with," Selene ran her finger softly across her daughter's cheek.
"I'll go talk to Ambros, the lycan, and I'll have him set everything up." Michael stole one last look at his precious daughter before leaving. / I hope we're doing the right thing. I hope that you'll be alright, my little girl, my Brenna. /