The city of Budapest was alive. More alive than people could see, mortals did not se the war that was been waged in the underworld, some battles in front of them and they were still blind to see what was happening.. People were hurrying home while others were just rushing off. Among them lycans wandered, looking for any unwanted visitors. Despite the heavy rain that was pelting down, drenching any one that was exposed to it, there were still people on the street.

High above the activity, a lone figure stood gazing out into the twilight. His wavy blond hair was plastered to his face and neck. His blue eyes were piercing, no longer soft from his mortal years, but hard and cold from his time as an immortal. Strong muscles tense under his shirt, another thing he had gained as an immortal.

Michael continued to scan the area, there hadn't been death dealer activity in weeks. It had taken them long enough, but they had figured out that he and Marcus were hybrids. After killing Marcus, they turned their attention to Michael. Kraven, had then taken leader ship of the coven. He had removed Kahn from the death dealer's after framing him for making alliance with the Lycan's. Kraven seemed to have a certain distaste towards him since he had taken Selene as his mate.

Selene.

He sighed and looked back at the curtains that covered the entrance to their room. Beyond them his vampire lay sleeping, held by night terrors, although day terrors described them more accurately. She would not speak of them to him. But he knew they were of her dark father. Victor. Every time some so much as uttered the word pain swelled up inside her. The lycans didn't speak to her about it, they didn't speak to her at all. They didn't hurt her, but they treated her as if she didn't exist. It was the death dealers that taunted her.

Darkness had engulfed the city by now, lights twinkled on the horizon and the moon was floating on a bed of clouds. He took another look back at the curtain, she'd be furious with him when she discovered that he had disposed of her death dealer uniform. As much as he liked to look at her in skintight leather, it had not survived the last hunt they had been on. She had never liked what the lycans had supplied her with, "it was too lose" or "it took too long to get on." He chuckled at the thought. Compared with her death dealer uniform anything was easier to get on…and off.

Satisfied that no one was out there, Michael turned and entered the house.

Pale moonlight filtered through the curtains and illuminated her dead body. Her black hair spread across her pillow and her brown eyes were closed. Sleep still clung to her, unwilling to permit her to leave the world of dreams. Unconsciously she let out a small whimper, visions of slaughter playing in her head. Her family. The lycans. Victor. If she was awake, she would be boiling with rage at the hint of him. Then swept into sadness. Michael had been there for her when she was alone and in pain. He had held her, brushed away her tears and fought away her fears.

Selene tossed, her body sprawled across the bed. Her eyes snapped open when she felt the bed cold and empty. Slowly she sat up, with her head in her hands, she waited for the images to leave her and for Michael to come inside. The visions stayed. Pictures of her family's mutated bodies and Victors head sliding to the ground. She sat there, the minutes dragging on until she could not bear it. Selene slipped out of bed, wrapping the she around her as she went and walked over to the curtain. Breeze filtered through the curtain and brushed her cold skin. If she had been capable of feeling the cold, she would be shivering. But she wasn't; she wasn't capable of feeling anything, that was until she met Michael.

She smiled, something she had done in years.

"That's a change." Michael's voice made her look. He was drenched through. Coldness returned to Selene, "Not a permanent one."

He brushed her hair out of her face. She looked down. He couldn't stand to see her like this, she was suffering for Victors actions and him becoming the alpha of the lycans.

Michael lifted her chin, "Another nightmare?" Selene nodded. Slowly she opened her mouth to speak. But she just fell limp in his arms.

"Selene?" Michael asked, his voice filled with concern. The change came instantly when he saw the blood pouring from her chest. He set her down gently and turned back to the death dealer that had moved onto the balcony in the brief moment of distraction.

Michael roared in rage and flung himself at the vampire. The vampire didn't even have time to shoot. Michael had ripped the death dealer's heart from his chest.

He moved back and looked at his work. The death dealer spoke, his voice rasping, "I was sent to collect her." Death came to the vampire, his vision of the hybrid faded into darkness.

Michael gave a feral growl. Remembering Selene, he turned back to her. He held her in his arms and started to run to the stairs. "Selene," He repeated it over and over with each second his words becoming more and more human as he turned back to his human self.

All the help Michael got from the lycans was a glance. They loathed her too much to care and they hated her enough to disobey their alpha. He ran with her in his arms, frantic to stop the blood flow.

He lay her down on one of the cold metal table and instantly moved to remove the bullets from Selene. This action only seemed to make things worse, the blood flow increased. Bathing him with the crimson liquid. He screamed out for assistance, but the only response he got was the echo of his own voice. "Come on, Selene. Heal." He whispered furiously, covering the wounds with bandages was all that he could do, all that was left was to wait.

It was hours before Michael saw any change in Selene's state. The bleeding stopped and when he peeled back the bandages, the wounds had heeled. He sighed in relief. She was going to live. She was still unconscious, so he couldn't talk to her. He looked at her, there wasn't a sigh of combat on her pale body. Other than the bloodstained sheet, she was completely naked. He blushed at the thought, wondering how the lycan's would see that.

His attention turned to the bullets that he had taken from her chest, if they were the UV bullets that they had used against her last time, she would be dead. They lacked the familiar blue glow. Instead they were orange changing into red, then back again. Curiously he picked one up and turned it in his fingers. There was no instant reaction because of the contact. Looking at the bullet made hundreds of questions swell up in his mind. But the one that burned like a light was, why did they want to take her? There were possible answers he could name, Kraven still wanted her, To love or to kill, to extract information on the lycans from her, just to name a couple.

Michael walked over to the bench and placed the bullet under a microscope, beginning his investigation into what the bullet contained.