A/N: 18 MORE DAYS TO JANUARY 20th 2012 BAM! If you haven't already noticed, I'm pumped for the new movie. Who's with me? Anyway, just a little vignette I thought up. This is my first Underworld fic, so it's pretty fluffy. Praise it, flame it, whatever, I'm cool with anything. Enjoy.

Acceptance

She hadn't thought about her human life in a long time. And for some reason, here, hidden and safe in Michael's arms, it didn't seem so far away.

600 years she'd been undead and unfeeling. In her immortal form, she'd learned to embrace the fierceness of the night and the bitterness of the cold. She'd learned to channel her anger into endless vengeance against the beasts, using up her last shreds of love to commit everlasting loyalty to her master. At first when turned, she felt weak in her ignorance; completely incompetent mentally and physically when convinced to avenge her dead family slain by Lycans—or so she'd been led to believe. It took nearly a year for her to fully adjust to living in fear of the sun and of embracing the power vampires so rightfully possessed, but a year now was a mere blink of an eye.

In retrospect, it took much less time for her to appreciate the consumption of life force, blood instinctively very much a pleasure to drink.

As her thoughts turned to blood, she remembered Michael's resistance to it when he was first turned. She laughed at the past now, seeing humor in the fact that he'd defied her by leaving the safety of the hide out to go and eat at some bar in the middle of nowhere only to puke it up and blow their cover. All the while just to avoid drinking blood.

As sleep did not come, her mind wondered further into her past. She did not miss her family any longer, but she had not lamented over them in hundreds of years. Having been tricked by Viktor and Kraven into believing that the Lycans had destroyed her family, killing Lycans gave her a rush that could not be duplicated with any other vampire. Others killed because they were told to; it was their duty; almost an instinct.

It was the only thing she could do for her family. Kill the kind that killed them.

She found it extremely ironic that she's ended up killing the real cause of her family's death. Viktor. She wished she had the chance to kill Kraven, too, but Marcus beat her to it. She was sure Michael harbored the same gruesome wish, she having told him of Kraven's possessiveness expressed all her vampire life. Michael hated anyone who looked at Selene wrong let alone harassed her.

And still, with Viktor dead, she felt deep down that she hadn't avenged her family at all; that if they were alive now, they'd be horrified of what she'd become.

She saw her dear sister now, staring at her with far away eyes, clinging to her two little girls, horrified as well. They stared at her fangs, blood still dripping from their necks from where they'd been sucked dry. Her mother clung to her father, both too depressed to even look into her icy blue eyes. For years they'd looked down on earth, watching their beautiful and kind daughter become the ruthless and unforgiving werewolf slayer she for so long prided herself in. Selene couldn't help but stare at them, their skin pale as paper, their eyes faded as fog. These ghosts were zombies as they tore at her emotions, making her immortal soul scream out in pain, her unconsciousness forcing an exit to reality—

She hadn't even realized she'd fallen asleep. She sat up now, her breathing heavy and her eyes blindingly blue. She looked to her left, Michael having stirred by her side, but still asleep. She was thankful, at the moment unwilling to convey what she'd just dreamt, knowing he would ask. He was always so cautious during the night, comfortable beyond measure while with her, but alert in case of danger. She was also always cautious in that sense, but she was much more experienced than he was, therefore more confident.

As she tried to settle back into sleep, another thought crossed her mind. She felt very much less shame as she had while dreaming just moments ago, her past something she could not change whether she wanted it to or not, but if they really could watch over her…she hoped that they would accept Michael. She imagined her father at the doorstep of their cottage, waiting for her to come home from another courting. Michael would have been a fine town doctor, a reliable working man that her father would so willingly give his blessing to.

But that was not the case. Michael had been a human, still very reliable, but lost in his own grief. She had turned him into the first of his kind; a monster that could not be stopped, even by death. Their bond was just as strong it was almost unreal. She wandered what her parents would think, what they would say.

She fell unconscious once more, but deeper this time. Much deeper.

She felt the sun beat down on her pale skin, this warmth illuminating her every feature. She relished in the feeling and was lost for a moment before she heard her nieces running to her. They hugged her legs when they approached, saying nothing, but giggling in pure delight. Selene could not say or do anything while in her state of slight shock. Her sister came next, brushing the girls aside with a gentle hand and reaching out to Selene. She found herself leaning into the embrace, thankful for this reunion. She heard her sister's voice, having been so distant in the past, but so clear to her now.

"I'm so glad for you. You've found happiness."

They both pulled away as Selene felt a strong yet gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned with caution, a dull fear pulling at her heart. She turned fully, seeing the faces of her parents. They were smiling brightly in the sun light, looking just as lively as they did in the summer days that dawned those hundreds of years ago. Her father took her hands, staring into her deep brown eyes just like he used to.

"You've lived in darkness for so long, we can't be more proud of you for finding the truth and for letting your heart decide at long last."

His low and calming voice rang through her ears like a moving melody, soothing her immortal soul.

"I give you my blessing, daughter. Your happiness keeps us alive in your heart."

Her breathing hitched, surprised. She felt an unexpected tear fall onto her face. Her father wiped it away, and in that moment, she knew this to be a dream. A lovely dream, but she could feel reality calling her back, Michael calling her name.

Her eyes opened and Michael was hovering above her, not protectively, but compassionately. His hand still rest on her face, having been what really caught her tear. Her eyes were still moist as she stared up at him, the silence between them welcomed and not at all awkward. He let her stare for a moment, knowing that she was evaluating her surroundings. She decided in that moment that her dream was a sign, not nearly a wish from her subconscious mind.

"I saw my family. In my dream." She said softly, quietly, knowing he'd be able to hear her with his sensitive Hybrid ears.

"…Really?" he was somewhat surprised, she being so protective of her past. True, she had been opening up recently, their future looking so uncertain, but loving that they would be living through it together. Either way, she sounded somewhat...happy about said dream. Usually if she mentioned anything about her family, it was of their death or of good memories that only lead to gruesome ones. Had this dream been pleasant? He was unsure.

"Yes…my father gave us his blessing." She said, stretching as she did so.

Michael could only stare back at her brown eyes as they closed for a moment when she stretched beneath him, seemingly relaxed about this dream. He couldn't find words to reply to such a thing. Her father gave us his blessing ...in her dream…he couldn't help but feel enlightened by her positive reaction. He shifted tightly next to her and kissed her, realizing that words weren't needed. He pulled away after a few long minutes, his eyes darting just between them to where his hand was over her stomach. He could see their growing child through this touch, the vampire in him empowered by their triumph while the lycan in him became protective over their unborn cub.

Whatever future lay ahead, they would get through it together, as three immortal souls bound together by love.

And if you've seen the trailers, it kinda gets bad from here, which is both unfortunate and exciting! Thanx for reading, I hope it wasn't too sappy XP