A/N- This just came to me, as I started watching the underworld series again and again. No romance between Selene and Michael… well..maybe. warning - there mentions issues of 'woman-hood' in this chapter, don't act like a little child, it happens.... thanks mother nature *glares*

Italics – thoughts

It's was raining again. She hated the rain. It was so depressing, and it ruined her hair! Well, it only made it frizzier. Morgan looked up at the grey clouds, hoping to find a small spark of hope for clear skies. No such luck. The heavens were crying down upon us lowly humans and nothing could stop it. The more she actually thought about it, the more she realised there was no point. Beyond the grey clouds was no doubt an already dark night sky. Morgan was just your every day nineteen year old girl in New York. A social outcast. She wore torn jeans, not skimpy mini skirts, had glasses and didn't give a shit about make up like the other girls at uni. Morgan released a sigh of breath which instantly showed against the cold air and continued walking at her own pace among the crowd of New Yorkers. Her wild curly red hair was somehow wrangled into a tight bun, and behind her thick black rimmed glasses were a pair of ice blue eyes that any woman would die for. They stood out, compared to her pale skin which seemed far paler that what it really was due to her baggy black clothing. The constant rain fall was becoming irritating as it soaked her clothes, making them cling to her slender form. She still had to endure another hour in the rain before she got to the cover of the underground subway. She was about to scream at the sky when suddenly…she sneezed. Quite powerfully actually.

Strange… she thought. My sinuses only act up around dogs

Casually Morgan looked around her while walking, as if expecting to find some poor mangy mutt scouting the streets for some scraps. However, there were no dogs in sight, despite her constant sneezing. So, she kept walking, slightly increasing her pace until she reached the shelter of the underground subway. Her melody of sneezing had continued, much to her own annoyance. Morgan stood against one of the cold tiled pillar, waiting for her train to arrive. And that's when she noticed something. A large dark skinned man…was following another man, rather intently. The large man seemed completely focused on the soaked hooded man that he started pushing people out of his way. But he stopped, just as he was about to pass Morgan. Slowly his intense brown eyes locked onto Morgan, and the expression on his face was most confusing. He seemed confused for a moment, but then recognition began to crawl onto his features. In an intimidating stride, he stepped towards her, hand stretched out as if ready to strangle her.

But he stopped, face then stricken with fear. The nostrils of his nose flared, as if he had just smelt the foulest scent known to man. His thick lips curried back into a snarl. In a booming voice he shouted, "Bloods!!!!!!"

From his trench coat came two powerful machine guns, which let loose an array of bullets in the direction the man had just came. Everyone in the subway ducked to the floor at the sight and sounds of gun fire, Morgan included. It was a natural reaction. She along with the other victims in the subway kept low to ground when the gun was returned by three other people in flowing black trench coats. Two were men one was a beautiful woman, with chin length black hair and the strangest of blue eyes. Amongst the crying and whimper of the people on the floor as the gun fight continued a series of sneezes were just heard. Coming from Morgan. Her sneezes no doubt gave away her position, as there was a sudden figure looming over her. it was one of the gun's men, the large bald haired man who had opened fired first. He snarled and gripped hold of Morgan by her black long sleeved shirt. His grasp was so force full and strong that it actually ripped her shirt, from color to mid chest, exposing part of Morgan's black bra. She didn't have time to scream or even blush, as the man began dragging he with him, down onto the train tracks, still shooting up the place.

"Are you insane!?" She shouted, trying to pry her-self out of his grip. But he snarled and suddenly struck the top of her temple with the butt of his gun.

It felt her limp, but not unconscious. So she was still vaguely aware of what was going on as she was then being carried over the broad shoulders of the gun man. He darted down the tunnels of the subway, at almost inhuman speed while he panted and grunted, almost as if he was in pain. He took a series of turns until he settled in a smaller tunnel, not used by trains, probably one of the maintenance routes. He slumped Morgan carelessly against the wall and let her slide to the ground, just in the visible light and blurry vision, she could see what was causing him pain. Four sharp bladed shurikens were set deeply in his chest, and obviously causing him agonising pain.

"Raze? Where the blood hell are you!?" came a small voice, coming from the small wacky-talky. Grunting a curse, the man known as Raze brought the talky up to speak.

"Close, the vampires attacked us"

Vampires? Morgan didn't have time to think any further when the man on the other end of the tacky shouted

"WHAT!?" It even made Raze flinch "Did you get the target? Did they know who you were after?!"

"No." Raze growled firmly. "But I got the other target. Ran into her while following other" he grunted, slightly glancing over in Morgan's direction. There was silence over the talky, before the other man finally replied, "I see…then not all I lost. I shall meet up with you momentarily."

With that the lines went dead, and raze settled him-self down on the ground, working on trying to rip the damned weapons out from his muscle toned chest. When they wouldn't budge he then lifted his gaze to Morgan, who was started to get feeling back into her body. From his pocket were a few strands of plastic binders.

"Come here and stay still" He growled as he moved closer to her, taking hold of her wrists and shoving them behind her back. Soon his large hands were struggling to tie her thin wrists together. That's when Morgan acted. She threw her-self back, crying out when the blades in his chest scratched her back, but it was Raze who cried out more, as the force causes the shuriken deeper into his muscles. Morgan then pushed her-self away from him and tried to stand. When she felt Raze's strong grip on her ankle, she acted on pure instinct and threw a powerful kick at the shuriken nearest his heart, her heavy boots made the impact all that more harder. He bellowed in pain and released her ankle so he could clutch the wound in an attempt to get the shuriken out yet again. That's when Morgan bolted down the tunnel, trying to get as far away as possible from him.

"Don't run from us, girl!!! 'WE' LIKE IT!" Raze yelled after her.

Morgan then heard the crackle of bones and a sudden feral series of snarls. She regretfully looked back over her shoulder and nearly fainted at the sight. Where Raze had been now stood a creature that Morgan would only identify as one thing

Werewolf… Now wonder my sinuses were acting up ! There were bloody half wolf creatures running around the new york subway...actually when you think about it, it's not that shocking. New York is a pretty fucked up place....

Morgan snapped her focus back to creature infront her...A werewolf...A god-damned werewolf for crying out loud !!! A big one too...

It was exactly what Morgan expected to see when she pictured a werewolf. Although that one had a shorter snort, less pointy ears and no tail... Go figure. But the creature was still as big and still as frightening as Morgan expected it to be. It's jaws were wide open, revealing a number of sharp fangs ready to kill with and The beast eyes were locked onto Morgan. Yet...something about the beast seem painfully familiar...the eyes...the agression....the wounds....

The werewolf had the same shuriken, settled deeply in his chest.

Could that thing really be that guy Raze?

Her thought stopped when she saw the werewolf starting to pull the shuriken out of his chest, easily now. Trails of blood dripped down his now slightly furry chest, yet the bleeding slit marks started to close, almost instantly. He started taking a threatening step forward as he tried to pull the second shuriken that Morgan started to run again, this time not looking back as she heard the howling of beast echo into the tunnels.

Morgan ran as fast as her thin legs could carry her, but truth be told running in wet jeans wasn't easy!

She didn't even know where she was going, but soon she reached a dead end she could hear the thundering steps as the enraged Raze grew closer. Morgan's heart was racing, fear and adrenaline was pumping in her veins. She needed to hide, since she could no longer run. And with that adrenaline rushing inside her Morgan acted before she could even think. Next thing she knew she was under the very tunnel she was standing on. She had jumped down through a large crack in the floor and was now crouched down as tight as possible in the crawl space, kneel high in murky water. She waited, and listened. The heavy footsteps of Raze grew closer, so close she heard raze shift back into his human form, as his foot got lighter and a lot softer, but his panting and growling was just as loud was before. She heard his nostrils flaring, sniffing loudly in an attempt to catch her scent.

Maybe the waters covering it Morgan thought hopefully.

"Raze!" shouted a familiar voice "Where is she!?"

Raze quickly turned, finding his leader, Lucian standing at the other end of tunnel.

"I'm sorry. She got away from me, for just a moment!" Raze growled, hanging his head low in shame, unaware that Morgan was only a few meters away from them, underground.

Lucian huffed and scanned the dead end and then the other tunnels with his eyes. "Well? What are you waiting for!? Find her! You're a bloody fourth generation Lycan ! " Lucian barked, clearly angered by Raze's failure. "Track. Her. Down!"

Morgan's face flashed with confusion. Fourth generation Lycan? What the hell are they talking about? Even though Morgan was puzzled, she kept as still and quiet as possible in the hopes of escape these 'lycans'.

Quickly Raze shuffled passed him and continued his search else, eager to escape his alpha's wrath.

Morgan thought she had actually gotten lucky as escaped the psycho werewolves. As long as they couldn't smell her, they couldn't find her. A wave of relief washed over her, which then was crushed by a pain in her lower abdomen

Oh no! Morgan thought bitterly …My period was due today!! Damn it, Mother Nature you suck at timing!

Morgan clutched her stomach trying to ease the pain, while she felt the blood starting to pool in her matching black underwear; soon it was going to run down her legs. What a situation to be in…and it was about to get worse

The light from above was suddenly blocked. When Morgan looked up she met the brown eyed gaze of Lucian, who had a glint of darkness glowing brightly while his nostrils were flaring like mad. He had caught the scent of her maiden blood. And was shamefully aroused. Yet he control hims-self, and in a rough voice stated,

"Hide and seek is over, Mss. Voros" His arm then launched at her, and in a mighty pull he dragged her up to the surface level.

Morgan was ready to scream for help when Lucian clapped a large hand over her small mouth, while his other arm wrapped around her waist, also trapping her arms at her sides.

"Shh. Shh. None of that, little one" He hushed, waiting for her struggles to cease before he spoke again.

"You might be destined for great things, Miss. Morgan. Great things indeed"

A/N – hoped you liked it. Review please, tell me what you think.

I wanted this story to be more realistic, yet negatively realistic - you know you get those bad days were bac luck keeps happening, well Morgan Voros is having the worst day of her life !