Hey guys! This is my first fan fic.it's a sequel to Underworld which is an
extremely good movie and if you haven't watched it don't read this fan fic
yet! I can't wait for the second Underworld to come out, so I wrote my own
version. If at any chance you see *** it just means that the characters,
scene, point of view has changed in someway. I was just having a creative
burst and look what came out of it! I hope you all like it! Please review!
Many thanks, Elisa
I don't own anything from the Underworld movie, novels, comics, etc. that has to deal with Underworld and its amazing writers.
Michael quickly followed Selene through the busy streets. She wanted to hurry before help was on its way or she was running from what she had just done. She didn't think of that only of the thought of killing the one thing she thought was her savior that she though was the most important thing left in her life. For almost three centuries she thought wrong.
Michael took few quick glances at Selene. He knew they were headed back to his apartment so they can gather some stuff. Her forehead dripped with blood, and the animal inside of Michael wanted to kick the ruby liquid off, but he held back. He could tell she was thinking as sadness filled her eyes, and all the human in him wanted to do was to hold his arms around her and comfort her hoping this night would last forever. But once again he held back.
Michael had to pick up his pace just to keep up with the vampire. She was used to walking this fast and she could easily head Michael's feet slap against the wet concrete. It was still raining. She heard a soft rip and quickly turned around to see a silver beer bottle cap had cut Michael's foot. Worry spread across her face like fire even though she knew that he barely felt it. He picked it out of his foot and dropped it inside a sewer against the street. He took another glance at her and just as his eyes fell upon her beauty she, like fire, turned away and started walking again this time quicker.
***
Erika went to join the other Vampires in the awakening of Marcus, their last elder. She felt it to be a bad omen and too quick to awaken the last elder in the same night as two were killed. One by there very own kind. She recognized only a few of her family probably because she used to be so occupied with Kraven. Disgusting just thinking about him, and how obvious it was that he was a traitor and how hideous of her to love something so vile. She may have at least felt sorry for his death is he had ever shown her any kind of notice, but it was only to Selene he cared for. Kahn and some of the other death dealers had shown up about an hour ago all wounded. He had told everyone about the traitors Kraven and Selene. A hint of sadness and hurt came to his voice when he mentioned Selene. Erika knew that they were the closest of friends. Some of the death dealers who were able to walk attended the awakening including Nathaniel's older brother Griffin and Nathaniel's oldest son Marlem. Marlem looked about seventeen with his dark brown hair soft as moonlight blocked the view of what would have been emerald gems for eyes. He looked more of his dead mother than of his father to which his younger brother Connor looked like Nathaniel with soft dirty blonde hair, who, being the age of 9, could not attend the awakening.
The vampires formed together in front of the foot thick stone doors that led to the tombs of elders. When the doors and windows opened all twenty vampires were met with shocked faces. Marcus was already awake.
***
Michael's door was still ajar from the night when Selene went looking for him. Michael quickly passed Selene, who paced herself as she walked in, and grabbed a black back pack and started to pack it with clean clothes, toothpaste, a few pictures from when Selene had looked at them, and a first aid kit.
"No need to hurry, unless you're going alone," Selene said with her soft, yet firm voice. Michael's instinct made him look at the clock. It was only half an hour till dawn. Selene gazed at Michael his hair, once again, fell in his eyes and left a mysterious look about him. His face changed from determination to understanding. He let out an uneasy sigh as he sat down on his full sized bed. He looked at Selene hoping she would come and sit next to him. To his quiet surprise and pleasure she did. Upset he hadn't thought of it before he got up and shut the door and closed the curtains thankful they would keep the sun's UV rays quiet.
"Well then here," he reached into his closet and grabbed a t-shirt and
black sweats, "I don't think sleeping in leather would be very
comfortable," handing her the clothes. The ends of her mouth curled
barely enough for Michael to see. "I think I'll be fine for today, but" Selene left her words hanging. Never had she lost her words. She was always stubborn and always knew what to say, she even said too much at some times. Michael nodded and dropped his backpack.
"Then I'll go get something for you." He said with slight caution.
"You're not going back to the manor. Marcus will surely be awakened. You will be dead before you reach the front door." Fear, for the first time, was drawn upon Selene's face.
"They will all be asleep, even Marcus, I'll be out of there in no time along with a few of your belongings."
"It's impossible the entire house is shut down in the day now that we no longer have out sun guardians." Selene hid her worry and stood firm by her words.
Michael gave up, he didn't want to upset her, nor worry her. "I'm sorry. I won't go for your things." He looked at her apologetically, "I. It's just not fair." He stuttered his words. She responded quickly, "It hasn't been fair since my family died and I was lied to for the past centuries."
She realized her comeback had hurt Michael; she immediately turned her tone down and quietly like a cat took the clothes and changed.
Michael took his shirt off and climbed inside the black covers. Selene's eyes widen a bid in surprise. He responded to her look, "I don't own a couch." The curve of his lips curved into a sly devilish smile. Selene awkwardly crawled next to him. A hunger feeling of him was extremely unknown. She neatly fit into his arms and rested on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat calmly and even though he had been in darkness for days she could feel the warmth radiate from a lifetime on his body. Her heart quickened pace as it ached for more warmth. The same warmth she missed for three hundred years. Wanting more she turned her head to his face and to her pleasure Michael had been staring at her the entire time. He kissed her delicate face, her lips as cold as ice, but as warm as a summer's day. He continued with small kisses down her neck and nestled his face in her hair, breathing in every part of her. Her hand slid up to his chest, and she felt was his chest rise and fall calmly.
She thought about everything she was, everything she said, did, knew (or at least what she thought she knew), and everything she stood for was a lie. Her life was a lie as well as the other covenant members. But she couldn't go and tell them now, not after what she had done. To them she was a traitor. Why was she still on a planet where the people and the sun denied her? She didn't matter especially after all the Lycans she killed, and how many she watched die. No one in this world could accept her. She had no where to go.
Michael read her thoughts as if they were screaming from her head. He pulled her closer, if that was possible, and like silent whispers said to her, "Love can be a purpose for living." He lightly kissed her forehead. Selene awoke from her thoughts at his words. She didn't want him to be right, or did she? She loved her family, her clan members, and obviously the Lycan Hybrid sleeping right next to her, and Lucien would have been a lovable kind of guy if only he were alive. He was finally rejoined with the cause of all this war she thought. She fells asleep at this thought.
***
A few gasps and one faint later they all saw Marcus already in his throne. He seemed weak, but also seemed to recover quite fast from his deep slumber. He has soft blue eyes, black sleek hair that spiked every which way. He smiled at what seemed to be in Erika's direction, but it could have been anyone thought Erika. Kahn was the first to recover and quickly went by his master's side. Erika, the second to recover from the shock, immediately followed Kahn then following her was the rest of the group. They bowed honorably and Kahn started to explain the recent events that have happened during Marcus's sleep. Kahn didn't waste any time, he was known for being direct, as Selene, probably got it from her Erika thought. Marcus looked around, but listened intently. He was happy to see new faces, as well as old. His eyes stopped once again to what seemed like Erika that gave her a welcoming chill that ran down her spine. Kraven never had that affect on her.
***
I don't own anything from the Underworld movie, novels, comics, etc. that has to deal with Underworld and its amazing writers.
Michael quickly followed Selene through the busy streets. She wanted to hurry before help was on its way or she was running from what she had just done. She didn't think of that only of the thought of killing the one thing she thought was her savior that she though was the most important thing left in her life. For almost three centuries she thought wrong.
Michael took few quick glances at Selene. He knew they were headed back to his apartment so they can gather some stuff. Her forehead dripped with blood, and the animal inside of Michael wanted to kick the ruby liquid off, but he held back. He could tell she was thinking as sadness filled her eyes, and all the human in him wanted to do was to hold his arms around her and comfort her hoping this night would last forever. But once again he held back.
Michael had to pick up his pace just to keep up with the vampire. She was used to walking this fast and she could easily head Michael's feet slap against the wet concrete. It was still raining. She heard a soft rip and quickly turned around to see a silver beer bottle cap had cut Michael's foot. Worry spread across her face like fire even though she knew that he barely felt it. He picked it out of his foot and dropped it inside a sewer against the street. He took another glance at her and just as his eyes fell upon her beauty she, like fire, turned away and started walking again this time quicker.
***
Erika went to join the other Vampires in the awakening of Marcus, their last elder. She felt it to be a bad omen and too quick to awaken the last elder in the same night as two were killed. One by there very own kind. She recognized only a few of her family probably because she used to be so occupied with Kraven. Disgusting just thinking about him, and how obvious it was that he was a traitor and how hideous of her to love something so vile. She may have at least felt sorry for his death is he had ever shown her any kind of notice, but it was only to Selene he cared for. Kahn and some of the other death dealers had shown up about an hour ago all wounded. He had told everyone about the traitors Kraven and Selene. A hint of sadness and hurt came to his voice when he mentioned Selene. Erika knew that they were the closest of friends. Some of the death dealers who were able to walk attended the awakening including Nathaniel's older brother Griffin and Nathaniel's oldest son Marlem. Marlem looked about seventeen with his dark brown hair soft as moonlight blocked the view of what would have been emerald gems for eyes. He looked more of his dead mother than of his father to which his younger brother Connor looked like Nathaniel with soft dirty blonde hair, who, being the age of 9, could not attend the awakening.
The vampires formed together in front of the foot thick stone doors that led to the tombs of elders. When the doors and windows opened all twenty vampires were met with shocked faces. Marcus was already awake.
***
Michael's door was still ajar from the night when Selene went looking for him. Michael quickly passed Selene, who paced herself as she walked in, and grabbed a black back pack and started to pack it with clean clothes, toothpaste, a few pictures from when Selene had looked at them, and a first aid kit.
"No need to hurry, unless you're going alone," Selene said with her soft, yet firm voice. Michael's instinct made him look at the clock. It was only half an hour till dawn. Selene gazed at Michael his hair, once again, fell in his eyes and left a mysterious look about him. His face changed from determination to understanding. He let out an uneasy sigh as he sat down on his full sized bed. He looked at Selene hoping she would come and sit next to him. To his quiet surprise and pleasure she did. Upset he hadn't thought of it before he got up and shut the door and closed the curtains thankful they would keep the sun's UV rays quiet.
"Well then here," he reached into his closet and grabbed a t-shirt and
black sweats, "I don't think sleeping in leather would be very
comfortable," handing her the clothes. The ends of her mouth curled
barely enough for Michael to see. "I think I'll be fine for today, but" Selene left her words hanging. Never had she lost her words. She was always stubborn and always knew what to say, she even said too much at some times. Michael nodded and dropped his backpack.
"Then I'll go get something for you." He said with slight caution.
"You're not going back to the manor. Marcus will surely be awakened. You will be dead before you reach the front door." Fear, for the first time, was drawn upon Selene's face.
"They will all be asleep, even Marcus, I'll be out of there in no time along with a few of your belongings."
"It's impossible the entire house is shut down in the day now that we no longer have out sun guardians." Selene hid her worry and stood firm by her words.
Michael gave up, he didn't want to upset her, nor worry her. "I'm sorry. I won't go for your things." He looked at her apologetically, "I. It's just not fair." He stuttered his words. She responded quickly, "It hasn't been fair since my family died and I was lied to for the past centuries."
She realized her comeback had hurt Michael; she immediately turned her tone down and quietly like a cat took the clothes and changed.
Michael took his shirt off and climbed inside the black covers. Selene's eyes widen a bid in surprise. He responded to her look, "I don't own a couch." The curve of his lips curved into a sly devilish smile. Selene awkwardly crawled next to him. A hunger feeling of him was extremely unknown. She neatly fit into his arms and rested on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat calmly and even though he had been in darkness for days she could feel the warmth radiate from a lifetime on his body. Her heart quickened pace as it ached for more warmth. The same warmth she missed for three hundred years. Wanting more she turned her head to his face and to her pleasure Michael had been staring at her the entire time. He kissed her delicate face, her lips as cold as ice, but as warm as a summer's day. He continued with small kisses down her neck and nestled his face in her hair, breathing in every part of her. Her hand slid up to his chest, and she felt was his chest rise and fall calmly.
She thought about everything she was, everything she said, did, knew (or at least what she thought she knew), and everything she stood for was a lie. Her life was a lie as well as the other covenant members. But she couldn't go and tell them now, not after what she had done. To them she was a traitor. Why was she still on a planet where the people and the sun denied her? She didn't matter especially after all the Lycans she killed, and how many she watched die. No one in this world could accept her. She had no where to go.
Michael read her thoughts as if they were screaming from her head. He pulled her closer, if that was possible, and like silent whispers said to her, "Love can be a purpose for living." He lightly kissed her forehead. Selene awoke from her thoughts at his words. She didn't want him to be right, or did she? She loved her family, her clan members, and obviously the Lycan Hybrid sleeping right next to her, and Lucien would have been a lovable kind of guy if only he were alive. He was finally rejoined with the cause of all this war she thought. She fells asleep at this thought.
***
A few gasps and one faint later they all saw Marcus already in his throne. He seemed weak, but also seemed to recover quite fast from his deep slumber. He has soft blue eyes, black sleek hair that spiked every which way. He smiled at what seemed to be in Erika's direction, but it could have been anyone thought Erika. Kahn was the first to recover and quickly went by his master's side. Erika, the second to recover from the shock, immediately followed Kahn then following her was the rest of the group. They bowed honorably and Kahn started to explain the recent events that have happened during Marcus's sleep. Kahn didn't waste any time, he was known for being direct, as Selene, probably got it from her Erika thought. Marcus looked around, but listened intently. He was happy to see new faces, as well as old. His eyes stopped once again to what seemed like Erika that gave her a welcoming chill that ran down her spine. Kraven never had that affect on her.
***
