A/N: this is my first story here on . I have no idea how it's going to turn out or anything except for a few general ideas with no idea how to put them together. Plus, I am going through virtual hell and I can't even bring myself to tell my best friends or my family.

This chapter's short, I know but I'll try and make it good. Any ideas you can pm or review.

~ Sara ~

three weeks after evolution

Michael and Selene were in a ramshackle apartment outside Budapest. Well, on the outside it was ramshackle, but inside her personal safe house. Selene'd modified it two decades ago stocking it with whatever she would need if she wanted to escape the ongoing politics one can so easily become ensnared in.

Micheal and her had been here been here for two weeks after escaping the ruins of Selene's father's prison. Currently she had yet to find more blood for the two of us. Micheal went out during the day trying to find a butcher with a fresh amount on hand ; none did. Funny how things are today; when I was a child I remember the local butcher selling it by the gallon, for the many families who had blood sausage regularly Selene thought. But he had yet to find any and that was worrying Michael.

Especially with my new-found appetite.

"Selene, are you alright?," Micheal asks, concerned. Why he cares about the creature who took away his humanity I have no idea. By all rights he should hate me, because of me he is stuck in this goddamn war. And yet, he doesn't. I can't help but to be amazed.

"Selene." she rolls over in bed and feigns sleep. Hearing Michael get up and leave the room. she shakes her head and follows him into our kitchen. It's rather dusty in here and it's no wonder why; neither of us eat so there is no need for it. The only appliance still in working condition is the refrigerator, brand new.

"Michael." she whispered, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"How? How can't I?" he grimaces " You're not fine Selene.You've been feeding twice a day, and you barely get out of bed. It's not healthy. That's why I'm worried." he slowly walks up to me and wraps his arms around me. Feeling nauseous, Selene pulls away and runs to the bathroom; Michael follows, concerned.

she throws up into the toilet, Micheal puling her hair out of her face. "I think we need to see a doctor."