Title: Second Chances

Disclaimer: Well, if I did own Underworld I wouldn't be writing fanfiction now would I? Nope, hence, I own nothing. So, unless you want a popsicle stick and a cat I have nothing to give you if you sue me, so don't.

Summary: Sometime you don't get it right the first time. This is true for Kraven and Soren and now they get another chance to change what they did wrong, if they can that is.

Warnings: Well, obviously it's a slash so if that don't float your boat I suggest you leave now. There's drug references and abuse in here too. Some mild language but there's some of that in most fics.

So yep, here you go folks. First chapter, by the way...rating may change later if I feel like it. So enough rambling from the author. Enjoy and I like feedback by the way.

Chapter 1: Meet the New Guy

Kraven watched in horror as Soren fell to the ground after the werewolf form of Raze threw him down with a sickening crunch. His eyes closed and Kraven turned and ran before Raze would get him too.

Viktor was coming and he needed to get away. He knew this, but he couldn't leave without Soren. What if he was still alive? It was a fool's hope but Kraven wanted to believe that his loyal janissary, his lover, was still alive. He blinked back tears and as quietly as he could, made his way over to where he saw Soren fall.

His face was covered in blood, his body broken and bleeding freely. Kraven sat next to his head, leaned over the fallen vampire and closed the others eyes. The blue orbs looking into the next world, fading to their original black color. Kraven closed his own eyes, and let the tears fall down his face, leaving red streaks over his pale cheeks. "Soren," he whispered, gently kissing the cool lips of his dead lover before setting his head down onto the ground. He picked up the pair of twin silver whips from the ground where Soren dropped them when Raze threw him to the ground. Placing them across the still chest of his body guard, he got up and whispered an old Irish prayer for the vampire. "Good bye, my love," he said turning and leaving, tears still flowing from his eyes.

Kraven woke with a start. That was the second time this week he found himself waking up to a dream with the same man in it. Last time, however they had been in a more heated situation. Involving the same silver whips from this dream. He had never seen that man before, and, until tonight, had never even known his name.

The high school senior sat up and rubbed his eyes, and found that his face was wet. He looked up and saw trails from tears, very recently shed on his cheeks. The fact that this Soren -the name sent a tingle down his spine- had died, made him cry in real life as well as his dream, was just a bit disturbing.

Kraven looked at his clock and saw that he only had a half hour until he needed to leave for school. "Thanks for getting me up on time," he hissed at the clock. "stupid piece of shit." He turned on the radio and picked out something to wear from his closet. "Well, good thing I took a shower last night," he said to his reflection, as he smoothed the front of his black button down shirt.

Only a week into the school year and he was already wishing it was over. According to Erika though, this was a good day to be at school. Apparently there was supposed to be a new student at school today. She hadn't shut up about him all week.

'Speaking of Erika', he thought, hearing a horn honking in his driveway. He looked out the window, and sure enough, there was her car. She waved from the drivers seat of the convertible, motioning him to come on. He waved back and grabbed his bag and jacket off the chair by the desk in his room.

He jumped down the stairs, nodding to his father and was out of the house in seconds, jumping into the passenger seat of the candy-apple red car. "Hi Kraven," she said, looking in the mirror, and backing out of his driveway. "Guess what-"

"The new kid's coming today," Kraven said, putting on a pair of sunglasses over his violet eyes. She smiled, and nodded. "You'll like him, he's cute."

He sighed, "Erika, sweetie, I'm not, repeat, not gay. Sorry to disappoint you," he crossed his arms over his chest. 'Even if dream me is.' He though, looking over the side of the car. "Thanks for the ride, by the way. My car's been on the fritz all week."

The rest of the ride was silent, both occupants were concentrating on something else, Erika on the road, and Kraven on his dream.

Erika pulled into her usual spot and turned off the car. Kraven grabbed his and her bag from the back seat, and got out of the car. He stood next to Erika, waiting for his other friends to show up. He didn't have to wait long for them. Sonja and her brother Viktor came in next and pulled up next to Erika's car.

Sonja got out of her brothers car and smiled at the two before she headed off across the parking lot to another boy's car. Viktor growled slightly as he watched his sister kiss that punk Lucian. "Chill, Vik before you have a hemorrhage," Erika said, soothingly. "She's growing up, you know she's the same age as yourself. Besides, he's very attractive." Viktor's look told her that he didn't care what he looked like.

"He's not good enough for her," he growled again, looking over at the couple. Lucian had her books under one arm and the other around her waist as they walked into the building with Lucian's other friends Raze, Singe, Trix, Pierce and Taylor. The only reason Viktor doesn't like Lucian is because they were in two different groups, Lucian was the leader of the lower-class trash. Which, Kraven thought wasn't very accurate, or nice. Lucian and his friends had just as much, or in some cases more money than they did. The just didn't flaunt it as much as the group of friends Kraven was around.

Selene came up next in her silver jag with her boyfriend Michael who was also friends with Lucian, but hung out with both groups. Michael only moved in the school system two years ago, but he fit in like he had always been there.

She parked on the other side of Viktor's car and got out to sit on the hood of her car. "Morning," she said quietly, adjusting her black jacket to keep out the chill of the September air.

"Morning, Selene," Kraven said, taking a cigarette out of his bag and lighting it. He used to have a major crush on Selene but got over it his sophomore year for no reason other than he just didn't see her in that way anymore. Ever since then, Erika has been convinced he doesn't like any girl that way anymore. No matter what he said, she wouldn't believe him. He pretty much just gave up on her ever believing the truth.

"Oh," Erika exclaimed. "He's here!" She pointed at a black Lexus pulling into the parking lot and pulled into a spot a few cars down from the other three. A figure stepped out and Kraven's heart skipped a beat. He knew that face from somewhere, even though he had sunglasses Kraven had a feeling that the eyes would be a midnight blue, almost black.

Erika squealed and ran over to him, enveloping him in a hug. He laughed and hugged her back. She said something to him and the both walked over to the group. "Okay, introduction time. This is Viktor," she gestured over to Viktor. "Selene is there on the car, this is Kraven, and there's Amelia pulling in now. Does anyone know where Markus is?" They all shook their heads. "Oh well, you'll meet him later. Everyone, this is Soren. We went to primary school together up until seventh grade." Kraven inhaled sharply and coughed on the smoke from his cigarette. It's HIM. That guy from my dreams. He waved slightly, then put his hands in his pockets.

Soren took his sunglasses off and looked up. His eyes locked with Kraven's and this time Kraven was sure his heart stopped for a second. It's those eye's, those eyes that you can drown in. Kraven looked away first, a faint, almost un-noticeable blush crossed his face. "Can I have a cigarette?" Kraven's head snapped up upon being addressed. It took him a second to realize it had been Soren who had asked.

"Sure," he said taking his pack out of his bag and handing it over to him. Soren pulled on out and handed it back to Kraven. Their fingers touched for just a second before Soren moved his hand away, pulling a lighter out of his jacket pocket.

"Thanks," he said after taking a drag. "I needed that," The bell rang and everyone started to leave.

"You guys go on ahead, I'm gonna finish this cigarette then I'll meet you in homeroom." Kraven said, taking another drag and leaning against Erika's car. "You can stay if you want Soren, I'll show you to the office for you schedule." He smiled and leaned on the car next to Kraven.

Soren looked over at Kraven and removed the cigarette from his mouth. "Would you be totally freaked out if I said I think I've met you somewhere before."

Kraven looked back at him and they locked eyes again. "It's possible. You look really familiar. Like-"

"-we've met in a past life." They both said at the same time.

"That sounded so much less weird in my mind," Soren said quietly, stomping out the last of his cigarette on the blacktop.

"I'm not sure if anything can get any weirder than that. Except for the fact that I think I've had a dream or two with you in it." He chuckled, taking his sunglasses off and stomping on his own cigarette.

They made their way to the office where Soren got his schedule and fees for his classes. "Can I see?" Kraven said, as they walked out of the office. Soren nodded, handing him his schedule. "English 12, Government, Spanish 3, Photography, Physics, Lunch, Calculus, and Film Studies this semester. Wow, we're in like the exact same classes. You, me and Erika."

"Blame Erika for that, she told the guidance councilor that she's been friends with me for a long time and that she could show me around if I'm in classes with her." Kraven handed back his schedule. "Well, that's why she said she did it. I'd have to be a moron to think that was the only reason she did it though." He yawned slightly exposing a pair of slightly pointed eye teeth.
"Do you sharpen those or is that natural?" Kraven said, pointing to his own eye teeth. Soren blushed.

"My mom called me a little vampire, but yeah, they're natural. I can make people bleed with them. I'd show you, but that's just a little weird." He said, cracking his neck. "I really don't want to be here today. I'd rather still be sleeping. Why I had to start on a FRIDAY is beyond me."

Kraven nodded in agreement. "You're lucky, this is your first and only year here, this is my 13th year at this school." They walked down the hall into the English hallway, also the location of the senior lockers. "That's our classroom all the way down there." He looked over at Soren, "You can share a locker with me if you don't want to share with Erika."

He nodded in thanks and waited for Kraven to open the locker. "It's quick-set, by the way." He said, vaguely pointing to the locker. "But if some jerk takes it out, the combination is 57-28-36." Kraven smiled at Soren and for some strange reason, had the strangest urge to kiss him. But I'm not gay. He stubbornly told himself.

"Thanks," Soren said, putting his bag in the locker. Kraven got his books for first period and waited closed the locker. "75," he said. "Right in the middle of the lockers."

Soren started to walk towards the classroom that Kraven had pointed to earlier. "Soren," Kraven said, calling the other back to him.

"Yeah?" Soren asked, stopping and waiting for the other to catch up.

"I just want to welcome you to hell." Soren smiled as they walked into the English 12 classroom. Damn, I still haven't gotten him to laugh yet. He doesn't seem to show emotion very well does he? Oh well, he's still very good looking. Kraven stopped thinking about Soren right then, this thinking had gone far enough. Not gay. He told his brain. Keep telling yourself that kid. His brain answered back.

Kraven handed the teacher a pass from the office and sat in his usual seat while the teacher introduced Soren to the rest of the class. The teacher told him to find a seat and Kraven pointed to the seat on his left, in front of Erika in the second to last seat in the row.

Mrs. Callahan began talking about the senior projects that they would be starting in a few weeks. At this point Kraven began to tune her out and concentrated on his doodle on a new page in his notebook.