Nocturnal Deliverance
AN: This story is set right after the movie ends and the war is over.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are copyright the brilliant mind behind Underworld, whoever that is. However, some characters are based on
my own so they are copyrighted to me.
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"Though I cannot predict the future, the consequences of this night will reverberate through the halls of both great covens for many years to come. Two vampire elders have been slain, one by my own hand. Soon Marcus will take the throne and evolution will spill out into the night. Differences
will be set aside.Allegiances will be made.And soon.I will become the
hunted."
It has been twelve years precisely since the night I had slain Viktor and
both Michael and I put an end to the ancient war between Vampires and Lycans. After that night, Michael and I eloped; however, it was not happily
ever after for us. We knew we would be tracked and killed because I had
murdered Viktor and so we settled for the nomadic life.
I was soon with child and nine months later, our precious Celeste came into the underworld. Like her father, she was a break-through in evolution. Half Vampire, Half Lycan she was. Unlike her father though, she showed no signs of having any Lycan in her. She is at the age of twelve now and not once,
during any full moon, had she transformed.
We have kept her werewolf heritage a secret from her. We have concluded that it is best for her safety. When it is time, we shall tell her, but not
now.
Now that I am no longer a Death Dealer I use my time to aid and teach my daughter the ways of the night. By the time she reaches thirteen she will know things of the nocturnal life that I did not learn until I was but of
twenty years.
Now I sit here, in our small temporary apartment, on the side of Celeste's
bed, stroking her midnight black hair. Daytime is the Vampire's resting time. The layers and layers of shades are drawn, though she has Lycan in
her, she is still prone to the sun's bright rays, as am I.
I kiss my daughter's brow, my face, expressionless. As I recover her petite
figure with her blanket, I stand and leave the room, shutting the door
behind me.
AN: This story is set right after the movie ends and the war is over.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are copyright the brilliant mind behind Underworld, whoever that is. However, some characters are based on
my own so they are copyrighted to me.
=====================================
"Though I cannot predict the future, the consequences of this night will reverberate through the halls of both great covens for many years to come. Two vampire elders have been slain, one by my own hand. Soon Marcus will take the throne and evolution will spill out into the night. Differences
will be set aside.Allegiances will be made.And soon.I will become the
hunted."
It has been twelve years precisely since the night I had slain Viktor and
both Michael and I put an end to the ancient war between Vampires and Lycans. After that night, Michael and I eloped; however, it was not happily
ever after for us. We knew we would be tracked and killed because I had
murdered Viktor and so we settled for the nomadic life.
I was soon with child and nine months later, our precious Celeste came into the underworld. Like her father, she was a break-through in evolution. Half Vampire, Half Lycan she was. Unlike her father though, she showed no signs of having any Lycan in her. She is at the age of twelve now and not once,
during any full moon, had she transformed.
We have kept her werewolf heritage a secret from her. We have concluded that it is best for her safety. When it is time, we shall tell her, but not
now.
Now that I am no longer a Death Dealer I use my time to aid and teach my daughter the ways of the night. By the time she reaches thirteen she will know things of the nocturnal life that I did not learn until I was but of
twenty years.
Now I sit here, in our small temporary apartment, on the side of Celeste's
bed, stroking her midnight black hair. Daytime is the Vampire's resting time. The layers and layers of shades are drawn, though she has Lycan in
her, she is still prone to the sun's bright rays, as am I.
I kiss my daughter's brow, my face, expressionless. As I recover her petite
figure with her blanket, I stand and leave the room, shutting the door
behind me.