I do not own Underworld but I do own Chris. ^_^
Chapter 1: Picture Perfect
Death-dealers had been stalking the small family for a couple months, waiting for their signal. It was almost ridiculous how much the Hollows were like a family on television. The stay-at-home Mom, the working Dad, and the young innocent son; even the family dog was in with the whole perfect setting. A dark haired man stares through binoculars and then at his partner, who silently nods and jumps off the roof of the four story neighborhood school. "Mommy, good night." The small boy says happily kissing his mom oh the cheek and running up the stairs, followed by the large golden retriever.
"I'll be up to tuck you in," his mom says standing up getting purposely grabbed by her light-haired honey eyed husband.
"Come back soon," he coos into her ear, nuzzling the side of her face. The woman slightly blushes as she separates from her husband and walk up stairs to her seven-year-old son's room. The little boy walks into his bedroom, which decorated with action figures and cartoon super heroes. He climbs into bed, his dog taking its place at the foot of his bed.
"Chris, are you in bed?" His mom asks walking in and sitting next to him. She kisses the little boy on the forehead, running her hand through his naturally colored jet-black hair which fans out by her touch. "Good night, baby." She turns down his night-light and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
He begins to slowly fall asleep, not noticing the strange designs of shadows on his white ceiling. Just as he falls asleep, he's awoken by his dog licking his face. "What's wrong, Spike?" He asks sitting up and petting his dog. Spike jumps off the bed and starts whining and scratching at the door. Chris walks over to the door and walks down the eerily quiet hallway.
Spike takes the lead, running down the stairs leaving the little boy to blindly follow him. Chris begins to walk down the stairs but sees Spike protectively standing at the foot of the steps. Then it happened as fast as possible, a guy in black sliced the much-loved family dog in pieces. Blood spilt over the white walls, floor, and boy. Chris forced back a scream as blood ran down his face.
"Find the kid," the man in black says as Chris hears his mom's muffered screams. Chris sees the shadows of more people approaching the stairs, he runs down the hall into the small laundry closet. He avoids any contact with the white linen and squeezes into the ventilation system. He hears the unknown people rummage through the house as he slowly works himself through the tin tunnel that went through the entire house. After a while, the boy reaches the living room, where his mom and dad are tied on the ground gagged and everything.
A blond woman holding an automatic rifle stands guard, watching his parents try their hardest to wiggle their way out of robes. The man in black walks in followed by three other people and stares at his parents. He grabs his mom by her hair and drags her into another room, leaving the father with the four others. "You know what he's doing to your lady?" The blond asks kneeling next to his father. She whispers into his ear, striking an obvious nerve as he begins to struggle more.
The lady stands up and smiles at the human, struggling to go save his wife from a fate that was already written. She puts a small handgun to his forehead and with a smile pulls the trigger. His brains scatter on the wall behind him, shreds going into the ventilation shaft where the little boy stares into space and shock as his stomach twists in a knot at the sight. Then, the four of them leave. Shortly after the man in black leaves, content with his misdeeds and mayhem.
Chris climbs out of the shaft and slowly walks to the kitchen. His mom's legs are visible from behind the island in the middle. He walks over there and stares at his mom who laid there, two tiny holes puncturing her neck and upper thigh. Her shirt unbuttoned and not-really dressed version of her, the counters by her head painted with crimson blood. "B-baby." She chokes out seeing her son standing over her.
Chris looks down quietly at his mom as her hand reached his already bloody face, smearing her own blood with Spike's and his dad's. She smiles slightly, her son staring blankly at her as if he was studying her. She starts coughing up blood and Chris watches as her eyes glaze over and she dies. The little boy sits down, folding his legs to his chest and slowly starts rocking.
A Couple Weeks Later...
Michael Corvin had been hiding out in a small urban town with Selene and many other werewolves, not really in town as more of under it. The sewers belonged to them, it was their newly acquired home for right now. Just thinking about being human was a distant memory, nothing could cure him of what he had become or what destiny had chosen for him or Selene. "Are we going out tonight?" Selene asks him with a smile, her tightly fitted body outfit wrapped around her like he did.
"Yeah, someone said something about an attack. There was a strange murder down the street, they have a kid in protective custody and need a specialized doctor to take a look at him." Michael explains as they climb out of sewer into the basement of a hospital. Michael leads Selene into the light, like he has done so many times before.
"Dr. Corvin, I presume. The patient is right this way, follow me." A nurse says leading the two into a room, one single bed surrounded by a curtain is in the middle. "He hasn't talked since and he just keeps staring into space." Michael slides the curtain open to see a small dark-haired boy sitting up, curled up into a ball.
"Hello," Michael says with a smile as he notices that the boy is completely ignoring him and has focused his attention on Selene. "What's your name?"
"His name is Christopher Hollow, he's seven-years-old. We found him at by his mother, he was covered in blood that we discovered were the dog's, the father's, and the mother's." The nurse explains as Selene walks over to the small child who had been through hell and was now lost inside his mind. Selene puts her hand on his shoulder, the boy stutters at her touch.
"Do you know who killed his family?" Selene asks as she studies the boy's bright blue eyes reflecting everything he saw.
"No, that's why it's so important that we get him to speak. Even though it might bring but painful memories, we'll know who murdered his family." The nurse answers as Selene runs her hand through his soft her.
"Was there anything else?" Selene asks the nurse, standing up.
"The house was trashed, it seems like they were looking for something. A picture was missing, a picture of Chris." The nurse replies as Michael nods and Selene starts to leave. Chris immediately looks over to her in horror and gets off the bed. His hospital gown straightening out as he walks over the dark-haired vampire.
The nurse looks at Selene in surprise as Chris stands next to her, his head coming up to her waist. "That's the first time he's walked in weeks," the nurse says as Chris stares at the wall. "Maybe you can get him to talk." Selene looks over at Michael then down at the little boy, who was slowly becoming a perment attachment to her. But little did the lady vampire know that the small boy was far more important than he seemed.
Chapter 1: Picture Perfect
Death-dealers had been stalking the small family for a couple months, waiting for their signal. It was almost ridiculous how much the Hollows were like a family on television. The stay-at-home Mom, the working Dad, and the young innocent son; even the family dog was in with the whole perfect setting. A dark haired man stares through binoculars and then at his partner, who silently nods and jumps off the roof of the four story neighborhood school. "Mommy, good night." The small boy says happily kissing his mom oh the cheek and running up the stairs, followed by the large golden retriever.
"I'll be up to tuck you in," his mom says standing up getting purposely grabbed by her light-haired honey eyed husband.
"Come back soon," he coos into her ear, nuzzling the side of her face. The woman slightly blushes as she separates from her husband and walk up stairs to her seven-year-old son's room. The little boy walks into his bedroom, which decorated with action figures and cartoon super heroes. He climbs into bed, his dog taking its place at the foot of his bed.
"Chris, are you in bed?" His mom asks walking in and sitting next to him. She kisses the little boy on the forehead, running her hand through his naturally colored jet-black hair which fans out by her touch. "Good night, baby." She turns down his night-light and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
He begins to slowly fall asleep, not noticing the strange designs of shadows on his white ceiling. Just as he falls asleep, he's awoken by his dog licking his face. "What's wrong, Spike?" He asks sitting up and petting his dog. Spike jumps off the bed and starts whining and scratching at the door. Chris walks over to the door and walks down the eerily quiet hallway.
Spike takes the lead, running down the stairs leaving the little boy to blindly follow him. Chris begins to walk down the stairs but sees Spike protectively standing at the foot of the steps. Then it happened as fast as possible, a guy in black sliced the much-loved family dog in pieces. Blood spilt over the white walls, floor, and boy. Chris forced back a scream as blood ran down his face.
"Find the kid," the man in black says as Chris hears his mom's muffered screams. Chris sees the shadows of more people approaching the stairs, he runs down the hall into the small laundry closet. He avoids any contact with the white linen and squeezes into the ventilation system. He hears the unknown people rummage through the house as he slowly works himself through the tin tunnel that went through the entire house. After a while, the boy reaches the living room, where his mom and dad are tied on the ground gagged and everything.
A blond woman holding an automatic rifle stands guard, watching his parents try their hardest to wiggle their way out of robes. The man in black walks in followed by three other people and stares at his parents. He grabs his mom by her hair and drags her into another room, leaving the father with the four others. "You know what he's doing to your lady?" The blond asks kneeling next to his father. She whispers into his ear, striking an obvious nerve as he begins to struggle more.
The lady stands up and smiles at the human, struggling to go save his wife from a fate that was already written. She puts a small handgun to his forehead and with a smile pulls the trigger. His brains scatter on the wall behind him, shreds going into the ventilation shaft where the little boy stares into space and shock as his stomach twists in a knot at the sight. Then, the four of them leave. Shortly after the man in black leaves, content with his misdeeds and mayhem.
Chris climbs out of the shaft and slowly walks to the kitchen. His mom's legs are visible from behind the island in the middle. He walks over there and stares at his mom who laid there, two tiny holes puncturing her neck and upper thigh. Her shirt unbuttoned and not-really dressed version of her, the counters by her head painted with crimson blood. "B-baby." She chokes out seeing her son standing over her.
Chris looks down quietly at his mom as her hand reached his already bloody face, smearing her own blood with Spike's and his dad's. She smiles slightly, her son staring blankly at her as if he was studying her. She starts coughing up blood and Chris watches as her eyes glaze over and she dies. The little boy sits down, folding his legs to his chest and slowly starts rocking.
A Couple Weeks Later...
Michael Corvin had been hiding out in a small urban town with Selene and many other werewolves, not really in town as more of under it. The sewers belonged to them, it was their newly acquired home for right now. Just thinking about being human was a distant memory, nothing could cure him of what he had become or what destiny had chosen for him or Selene. "Are we going out tonight?" Selene asks him with a smile, her tightly fitted body outfit wrapped around her like he did.
"Yeah, someone said something about an attack. There was a strange murder down the street, they have a kid in protective custody and need a specialized doctor to take a look at him." Michael explains as they climb out of sewer into the basement of a hospital. Michael leads Selene into the light, like he has done so many times before.
"Dr. Corvin, I presume. The patient is right this way, follow me." A nurse says leading the two into a room, one single bed surrounded by a curtain is in the middle. "He hasn't talked since and he just keeps staring into space." Michael slides the curtain open to see a small dark-haired boy sitting up, curled up into a ball.
"Hello," Michael says with a smile as he notices that the boy is completely ignoring him and has focused his attention on Selene. "What's your name?"
"His name is Christopher Hollow, he's seven-years-old. We found him at by his mother, he was covered in blood that we discovered were the dog's, the father's, and the mother's." The nurse explains as Selene walks over to the small child who had been through hell and was now lost inside his mind. Selene puts her hand on his shoulder, the boy stutters at her touch.
"Do you know who killed his family?" Selene asks as she studies the boy's bright blue eyes reflecting everything he saw.
"No, that's why it's so important that we get him to speak. Even though it might bring but painful memories, we'll know who murdered his family." The nurse answers as Selene runs her hand through his soft her.
"Was there anything else?" Selene asks the nurse, standing up.
"The house was trashed, it seems like they were looking for something. A picture was missing, a picture of Chris." The nurse replies as Michael nods and Selene starts to leave. Chris immediately looks over to her in horror and gets off the bed. His hospital gown straightening out as he walks over the dark-haired vampire.
The nurse looks at Selene in surprise as Chris stands next to her, his head coming up to her waist. "That's the first time he's walked in weeks," the nurse says as Chris stares at the wall. "Maybe you can get him to talk." Selene looks over at Michael then down at the little boy, who was slowly becoming a perment attachment to her. But little did the lady vampire know that the small boy was far more important than he seemed.