David sat perched on the window sill, looking out through the stain glass window of the manor into the night. Rain and Darkness. It was a sight he had become all too familiar with over the past four centuries of existence.

Unlike some of his brothers he had never been outside the countries boundaries, or even outside the city of Budapest. At least not since he had been turned. Often he wondered if he could move to the coven across the ocean, if only for a change of scenery. The darkness would never change of course; it was the only time they could be out after all. But the blasted rain would surely be a great thing to be rid of.

The sound of heels against wood interrupted the pitter-patter of the rain, causing David to look away from the window. His brown eyes fell to one of the Vampire death dealers, Selene. He had known Selene since he had been turned and he could truthfully say he had never made her laugh.

"Do you ever focus on anything else?" he questioned, watching as the Death Dealer cleaned her gun before inserting another clip of silver bullets.

Any vampire or even a human would recognize that Selene was not someone to be trifled with. While the gothic chic remained a constant in the wardrobe of their coven, there was something about the black leather suit and matching black overcoat Selene wore for the hunt that didn't invoke feelings of happiness.

David always assumed it was part of her Death Dealer title, but it did fit Selene's personality quite well. "I have a job to do" she replied, her tone neutral as ever, "Don't you ever do anything than stare at the scenery?"

A laugh escaped the younger vampire's lips. The raven haired vampire never made jokes, yet he usually could find humor in her comments, even if they were insulting. He moved from the window sill, adjusting his black tie as he walked towards her; "I could join you on the hunt."

For a second there was a flash of amusement in Selene's eyes before it was replaced with seriousness and a scowl. "Hunting Lycans is nothing to be taken lightly, David. They'll just as soon bite you as put a bullet in your head."

"As if a bullet could hit me."

The look of disdain she gave him was enough to stop even the undead cold. She hated when he talked cocky, hated when any of the vampires did, especially those who had never stood toe to toe with a werewolf or lycan before. More importantly though, she hated when he talked like Kraven.

"Happy hunting then" he offered, grabbing her second machine pistol from the table and handing it to her.

She gave him a wordless reply, simply taking the gun from his hand and holstering it then turning on her heels. Her boots clicked against the hardwood as she left the study, the door closing with a loud creak behind her. As David had quickly learned, when Selene decided to end a conversation, it was permanently over.

With a sigh he ran a hand through his short black hair and turned towards the column upon columns of books that covered the walls, hoping to find something he hadn't read yet.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Selene crouched low on the tiled rooftop, the rain coming down around her as her eyes grazed over the crowd. Of course her job wasn't in identifying the Lycan, it was merely to take him down once they did. Nathanial, currently sitting on a bench with his hat pulled low and a phone to his ear, was the one tasked with identifying their target. Still, Selene liked to have a visual just in case.

As she waited patiently, she couldn't help but think back to David's words. 'Happy hunting'. She scoffed at the idea. There was nothing happyabout what she did. It would be a lie to say the vampire didn't get a pleasure out of killing Lycan's that most would find repulsive but it did not equal happiness. She had long since come to the conclusion that happiness was something long gone for her.

For all the company he provided Selene couldn't help but think that David was naïve, even when she knew him to be the complete opposite. He was intelligent, book smart than anything. Where she had spent her centuries getting revenge of the Lycan race, he had spent his time educating himself, most often finding refuge in the study of the mansion.

He often tried to 'culture' her as he put it. Make her more than the killer she was, or at least more than the killer she appeared to be. But she didn't have time for Shakespeare. If she didn't like the man's plays when he was alive, she certainly wasn't going to favor them now.

Her thoughts were instantly dropped when she noticed Nathanial standing up. Her eyes followed his line of sight to a scraggly looking young man. He wore a leather jacket with the collar turned up and was using a newspaper to cover his head. The man also seemed to be in a bit of a rush to get through the crowded sidewalk.

"Where are you rushing off to" Selene mused, rising from her crouch to move along the rooftops. There was no way to take the Lycan now; the vampires were forbidden to reveal or draw attention to themselves and surely shooting down a man in a crowd would do that.

So she continued to trail him, jumping the gap from block to block when needed. A quick glance back told her that Nathanial was still in pursuit on the ground but the more their target walked, the more she wondered where he was going. When he turned down a side street abruptly her curiosity only grew but she could also taste the end coming. The man had started looking over his shoulder, a sense of paranoia clearly having settled in. If he had just looked up once he would have seen the Death Dealer stalking her prey.

Th Lycan took one more look over his shoulder before turning onto another populated street and breaking into a run. Selena couldn't help but let the slightest of smirks cross her features as she picked up the pace of her strides, hardly even close to needing her full speed. It seemed like the man had become aware, or at least suspicious of Nathanial's presence but it seemed she was still undetected. Whatever the case the man led them on a merry chase, twisting and turning but with Selene on top of him every step of the way.

By the time he burst through the doors of an old warehouse, Selene had hardly realized they had left the noisy streets of Budapest. Her mind was focused on one thing, and after waiting a second and seeing no sign of Nathanial, she decided to end it herself.

Creeping in through a window on the top floor, she placed a boot down to test the floor before entering. It was only then that she realized the warehouse wasn't a busy factory, but rather an abandoned one. He had made this all too easy for her. She looked down to the ground floor to see the Lycan walking slower but still as nervous as he had been previously. Clearly he still had goosebumps. An inexperienced Selene might toy with her prey, spook him out further but she had long since learned to end things while the moment was hers. Kraven may call them unintelligent beasts but a beast could still rip your arm off if you gave it the chance. And just as she wanted nothing more to kill them, a Lycan would not waste the same opportunity.

She climbed through the rafters, positioning herself above her target before allowing herself to drop down. With fell with the grace of a swan and touched the ground neatly, not flinching a muscle at the impact. The Lycan had his back to her when she landed and turned around with a start. Whether he opened his mouth to scream or talk, she didn't leave time to find out. With deadly quickness she pumped five silver bullets into his chest with her silenced pistol. It was always best to go the quieter route when it was available.

As the man sunk to the ground, his body beginning to seize and convulse, she felt that sick pleasure start to take over her body. A blue tint filled her iris' as she looked down at the body once more before holstering her gun.

"You certainly picked an ideal place" she commented, brushing a strand of hair out of her face as she stepped over the body with disregard.

It was only as she looked around the warehouse that she realized how ideal the place was. An empty building on the outskirts of the city. It was the perfect place to execute someone, or…

"Ambush—"

The words had barely left her mouth before a body crashed into hers, sending her flying across the warehouse until she hit a beam. Selene barely had time to compose herself before a Lycan was on her. She quickly got a hand on its throat, stopping it from tearing into her. With her free hand she grabbed her machine pistol and unloaded into the beast, snapping it's neck as she tossed it aside for good measure.

Stupid beasts don't plan ambushes. As she looked around, her senses on alert she wondered if it was just a coincidence of two. Maybe her target and the second attacker had been brothers on their own. And where the hell was Nathanial? The Death Dealer decided not to wait around for more company and started making her way towards the exit.

As Selene took another step towards the door, a growl erupted from the darkness. By the time the lycan was jumping at her, she had reacted and put a bullet through its brain. What she hadn't expected was another one to be jumping at her from the other direction.

Selene fell to the ground in a heap, feeling its claws digging into her skin through the leather suit. For a moment she thought of it as an inevitable end. The Lycan's had killed her family and now they were going to finish the job. As the Lycan lunged forward however, it's head snapped to the side as the sound of a gunshot brought her back to reality.

Four more shots followed and soon Selene was able to toss the limp body off of her. She quickly stood and her eyes fell to Nathanial who was holding a smoking gun.

"About time you showed up" she commented, picking up her dropped gun from the ground. "We need to go, this is an ambush. More could show up at any time."

Nathanial was a Death Dealer like her and knew how to take orders but her words caused him to do a double take. "An ambush?" he questioned suspiciously.

"Look around you, Nathanial. Four Lycan bodies. When have we ever run into this many at once?" she demanded.

Her partner glanced around the warehouse, confirming what she had told him and felt a pit growing in his stomach. "Not in a very long time" he commented, backing towards the exit. "We need to get back to the coven."

Selene nodded, happy Nathanial had accepted her judgment and decision without much debate. She could only hope that the same would happen when they arrived home.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

"An ambush?" Kraven questioned incredulously.

After they arrived back at the estate, Selene made a beeline for the weapons room. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her, most if not all of the coven were aware of her dedication, or obsession as some called it. The look she shot Kraven however, was enough to stir his attention and cause him to follow her.

The armory was more advanced than one you might to be held inside a vampire coven. Despite their ability to rip a person's limbs off if they wanted to, the armory was stacked with everyone from assault rifles and submachine guns to shotguns and pistols. For Selene it was one of her favorite places in the mansion, and the resident weapons expert was one of the more tolerable vampires around.

"Yes, an ambush" Selene repeated, growing tired of running the same story over and over again. "I thought the Lycan were near extinction, how are four of them just waiting around with the gall to attack like that? This was planned!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Selene" Kraven chastised, clearly not as convinced as she was. "The Lycan are low on numbers, you've been making sure of that. Why is this more than a coincidence? Do you really think those imbecile creatures could plan an attack?"

"I wouldn't believe it had I not been the one who was attacked!" Selene said, growing agitated. "Do you not think I am worth my word? Nathanial agrees, something was not right."

"Nathanial? The one who showed up at the last minute and saw none of what you say happened?"

"The evidence was there" Selene said, quickly growing tired of his games.

Kraven paced around her for a moment, looking at the rifles on the wall before speaking, "Tell me Selene, did you kill them?"

"Of course" she replied without hesitation.

"Then what's the problem?" he turned around to look her in the eye, his gaze taking on a menacing tone as they locked eyes. "Whatever 'ambush' this was you clearly dealt with it. I assure you there is no bigger scheme at play here; those creatures can hardly stay alive. Now rest yourself for you next job and drop whatever suspicions you have."

With that the acting coven leader left the weapons room, leaving Selene to seethe in anger and frustration.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Selene stepped into the bedroom, her mind replaying the day's events in her head. After a night on the hunt she would often relive what had happened, analyzing if she had made a mistake and how she could be more thorough. In over 600 years she had become a flawless killing machine. Then there was the simple satisfaction she received from knowing that another Lycan, the beasts responsible for her families' deaths, was dead.

Tonight was different though. She didn't get the pleasure that she sought, instead only seeing that instant before Nathanial arrived. That instant where she had accepted death and awaited it with barely a struggle. And for the first time in a long time, she felt cold.

David looked up from his position on the bed, a book in his hands and glasses perched on his nose. Despite his perfect vision he insisted on wearing them if only for the purposes of amusement and fashion.

He wasn't startled by her presence, she was easy enough to sense when she walked in but he was surprised to see her at this time. Usually she was off in her study, doing whatever it was Death Dealers did.

"The job went well then?" he questioning raising his eyebrows curiously. When she didn't respond, he looked at her more closely. Her eyes seemed to say that her mind was elsewhere. Where exactly he had no clue. "Selene?"

Again she didn't respond, instead her hands reached up to unzipper her suit. For a moment David's voice caught in his throat as her pale skin was revealed to him. It was no secret that despite her detachment from others Selene was still one of the most strikingly beautiful vampires around. David was one who agreed with this line of thinking.

Wordlessly, Selene moved towards the bed. David could only watch in silent confusion as she slid under the covers, her back turn towards him. He knew Selene to be a stoic and unresponsive vampire at times but even for her this was new. Something was off, maybe one of their brothers had died in the hunt but surely the house would have been buzzing with that news.

David closed his book and took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. He shifted in bed, turning on his side and wrapping an arm around her slender waist. Selene didn't protest to his actions, keeping her eyes focused straight ahead and refusing to close them. Vampires weren't exactly sleepers so for the rest for the night they remained like that, silent in each other's embrace.

A/N: okay so this is my first attempt at an Underworld fiction so be gentle. i've only seen the last movie =x i'm in the midst of watching the first one now. I have to say the werewolves/lycans are the worst animations i've ever seen. but that aside i've seen a lot of comments that the movie lacks depth in it's plots and characters. some called Selene a Mary Sue Just from Awakening i would agree with that. So I have a few goals in this story one of which is to give Selene more than one dimension. Just some notes of clarification, the relationship between David/Selene is not romantic (yet) and he is not the David from the movies. There is a bit to their background that will be revealed in later chapters. Hmm i guess that's all for now. hope you guys enjoyed. also rating may upgrade in future chapters.