Rogue mystique: first Underworld fic, DON'T FLAME! All flames will be given to the Eskimos!
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Insanity For Blood.
Chapter One
Selene watched her thirteen-year-old son lying on his stomach on the floor. It had been fourteen years since the war of the Lycans and vampires had ceased. Selene had married Michael and their child had come soon after. Michael followed her loving gaze and saw his son rolling over in boredom.
"Sit up Luke." Selene said calmly.
Luke groaned and sat up. His mother was very calm and powerful while his father was more talkative and carefree so he obeyed them instantly. Luke ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and his crystal blue eyes flashed. He was hungry.
Luke was half Lycan, half vampire. It was tough of course, during the full moon he would turn into a sleek black dog like creature and run through the fields outside the mansion in which he lived, and at other times, Luke would stalk through the shadows with fangs to be feared. Luke did not crave flesh like a Lycan though; he craved blood like a vampire.
Though he was neither fully Lycan nor vampire, he was still fast, strong and had heightened senses.
"Are you hungry?" Michael asked.
Luke nodded his head roughly and crouched into a sitting position.
"You'll drink all the blood this clan has left at this rate son." Selene smiled gently.
Luke stood up and grinned, his slightly pointed teeth growing longer.
As soon as he left the room, Michael turned to his beloved Selene.
"This can't go on. He is a teenager now. He'll crave human blood soon enough." Michael stated firmly.
Selene turned her head away.
"I know. He has been fighting it, I can see it in his eyes." Selene watched the spot where her quiet son had just been.
"What will we do? What if he takes a human life?" Michael said worryingly.
"Then he'll have made his own decision." Selene said coldly.
Michael sighed and hugged his wife close on the couch they sat on. Their son would not be able to fight the drive for blood, and they both knew it.
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Six Years Later.
Bang!
"Luke! What have I told you about climbing onto the ceiling?" Selene scolded her son as he lay on the floor before her clutching his back.
"I'm not ready for it… well I know that now!" Luke stood up, towering over his mother by about three to four inches.
"Silly boy! You take after your father in every way." Selene turned away shaking her head but trying to hide a small smile that threatened to show.
"Is that a bad thing?" Michael called from the end of the hall.
Luke laughed lowly and walked to his room, passing by several clan members on his way. He was nineteen now, his hair was nearly shoulder length and was a darker blonde now, strong muscles had developed and he had grown immensely since he turned sixteen. His eyes still held the icy blue depths and secrets though.
Luke entered his room and slammed the door shut; he clutched his head and slid down to the ground. Though he smiled and joked around his mother and father, the ever-growing lust for human blood was tearing at his throat like a thirst that could not be quenched.
"No! I don't want human blood…" Luke moaned.
Taking a human life was too much for Luke to think about. He point blank refused to give in to temptation but when his hunger got too great, he had to lock himself in his room and chain himself to the bed. There was no knowing what he would do under the control of his vampire instincts.
Luke lifted his head and looked out of the window, a crescent moon hung alone in the starless sky.
"Maybe I should go out and clear my head." Luke grumbled, staggering to his feet and swallowing greatly.
So Luke leapt out of his window, not bothering to leave a note for he left nearly every night.
Selene stood in his doorway with a hung head. She knew his pain. For a long time she had resisted the temptation of human blood. Selene had won that war and she doubted that her son would be able to resist.
Michael stood outside of the door and bowed his own head. His own son was so close to taking a human life, and there was no way of knowing when or where he would do it.
"Stand firm son, you can do it." Michael muttered darkly.
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Luke ran, his heart pounded and his legs pumped as they slammed onto the pavement.
"Run, run, don't think about it, you don't have to give in…" Luke repeated that over and over again in his head, running blindly.
Slinking into the shadows, Luke's blue eyes glinted sharply. His fangs elongated and a wicked smile formed on his thin, pale lips.
"One life wouldn't hurt anyone…" Luke growled.
"No!! You won't, you can't!" Luke battled with his darker side.
Falling to the ground, Luke clutched his head and the thirst in the back of his throat sharpened and called to him for blood. Human blood.
Sharp, wolfish howls echoed through the air and Luke racked his hands through his long dark blonde hair, tears of frustration running down his cheeks.
"How can I resist? How do the other vampires do it?" Luke wailed.
"Excuse me? Are… are you okay?" A feminine voice called gently.
Luke shot his head up and his eyes darkened ever so slightly. A tall, raven-haired woman of roughly eighteen stood hesitantly in front of Luke.
"Should I get some help?" The woman took out a small cell phone from the pocket of her leather jacket.
"No! I'm fine, I'll be fine…" Luke grinned discretely.
The adrenalin rushed through Luke's veins like wildfire, he could practically taste the blood of the woman in his mouth. Her neck was just visible beneath a purple scarf.
The woman came closer.
"Are you sure? You don't look so good…" The woman placed a hand on Luke's shoulder.
Luke grabbed her arm and held it tightly, the woman twisted and squirmed.
"What are you doing? Let go!" The woman cried.
Luke laughed and held on to the sheet of raven black hair, pulling it back and revealing more of the dark skinned neck.
"Please… don't hurt me…" The woman said quietly, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"It wont hurt… at least, not for long." Luke felt the darkness of his vampire blood rising to the surface.
Leaning into her neck, Luke's long fangs slid past the easily broken skin of her neck and drops of crimson red blood slid into his mouth. In his eagerness, Luke let ribbons of blood fall away and drip onto the cold concrete below. Softly screaming sobs ricocheted off the walls of the alley they were in and Luke growled in warning. Tears mixed with blood and Luke felt the combination in his mouth.
As if only just realising what he was doing, Luke dropped the woman suddenly. He spat out the extra blood in his mouth and fell to the ground in despair. He had done it; he had taken a human life… unless.
Luke picked up the almost lifeless body of the unknown woman in front of him and felt himself crying his own tears. She was only young, his age, and he had just went and taken her life. Unless…
Remembering his mother's words when he was ten and sat up straight. Selene had told him how to turn a human into a vampire and he nodded as if congratulating himself for remembering. Turning the woman's head to face him, Luke took a deep breath and prepared to turn the life that he had sworn not to even think of taking.
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rogue mystique: first attempt at an Underworld fic. Please don't flame me, I'm just writing these because it helps me escape from this cruel world we live in.