This crept into my head while I was watching Underworld and wouldn't leave
me alone: What if Selene's sister hadn't died? What if Viktor had only
been able to bite her, but nothing more? What if she then escaped and
ended up with the lycans? What if she ended up not being like other
vampires in more ways than just hating most other vampires?
I decided to call Selene's sister Diana, since they never name her in the movie. This is also my first Underworld fic so I am really anxious to know what others think. Praise and constructive criticism both are appreciated, adored, treasured. Flames will be used to heat the buildings of my school that a ridiculously cold while it is comfortably warm outside.
Disclaimer: I don't own Underworld or any of the characters! If you sue me you'll get...::digs through pockets, turning them inside out:: nothing except a tiny bit of pocket lint. So why bother suing me? ::shrugs::
So here it is:
~*~
Diana felt a pain in her neck and her eyes snapped open to see a dark figure over her that wasn't her husband.
She screamed.
The figure, in shock and pain, jerked back from her.
Not giving him the chance to recover Diana kicked him off of her and the bed; then leapt out of bed. She saw her attacker's face, pale hair, an aristocratic bone structure and cold cruel eyes. Her eyes came to rest on her husband in the bed. His throat was ripped out.
She ran.
She ran faster than she ever thought possible. She ran without thought. As she passed her daughters' room she vaguely registered their mangled bodies on the floor.
She didn't remember her flight from the house, only that eventually she ran out the front door and outside into the snow. Yet again she vaguely registered a member of her family's body, her father's lying on scarlet snow.
Diana didn't know how she knew, for she couldn't hear anything, but she just *knew* that her attacker was right behind her.
She didn't know she was on the bridge over the river until she was falling into the water. She recalled, in midair, that the bridge was always icy and slippery in the winter and since there was nothing on either side to prevent someone from falling people were *very* cautious on it during all seasons and children were kept away from it.
Then she knew nothing but pain and unimaginable cold as her body felt as if she had been encased in ice. The water moved too quickly for the river to freeze over, it moved too quickly for a person to swim in during the hot summer, there was nothing to prevent her from falling into the icy rushing waters. Her head popped up to the surface but she could barely draw a breath, her chest was so numbed by cold. She tried to move her limbs; tried to swim, as her father had taught her, but her arms and legs refused to move.
'I'm going to die.'
No fear came with that thought, not anymore. The images of her slaughtered family entered Diana's mind and she felt her will to live, to go on fighting, fade away. Her lungs burned with the need for air, but she didn't care. It didn't matter. Her life didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. She stopped trying to make her limbs more and just let herself float along with the current, praying for death.
A pair of strong hands lifted her limp body from the icy water, but Diana didn't feel them she no longer knew the conscious world.
~*~
Viktor, the oldest and strongest living vampire, stood on the bridge dispassionately watching the young woman's body disappear. He was at first worried when she had escaped him, but there was no way of her surviving that frigid water. He turned back toward the small farm home to finish his meal.
~*~
Lucian, leader of the lycans entered his people's lair, cradling the young woman in his arms gently. As he passed the members of his pack he received, predictably, many stares, but he ignored them.
One of the females, Anora, approached and fell in step with him. "Who is that? And what are you doing with her?" she demanded, eyeing the woman distrustfully. She was one of the females who had been changed the longest and she had had several children; as such was naturally overprotective her pack, even it's leader.
"She was in the river. If I don't get her warm she will die." He didn't look at her of stop heading toward his room.
Anora's eyes went wide, but she didn't stop moving either. Her eyes went back to the woman, looking her over; her eyes settled on her neck, which was partially covered by her dark hair. Anora lifted the hair away and jumped back slightly. "She's been bitten by a vam –"
"I know!" Lucian snapped, looking at her finally, but not stopping.
Anora looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "What are you doing helping her? She is the enemy!"
Lucian shook his head. "Some how I doubt that."
Anora continued to look at him with incredulity as he opened the door to his room and walked in, laying her on his bed. "And how are you so sure?"
He went over to a corner of his room where there were cloths. "She has only just been bitten for one. She is in her nightgown and is barefoot with her feet cut in many places, indicating she was most likely attempting to escape, for another." He brought the cloths over to the bed.
Anora opened her mouth to speak.
"Make yourself useful and find some dry clothes for her," Lucian told her, more than a little annoyed with her pestering.
She snapped her mouth shut, pursed her lips, but nodded curtly, turned on heel and left the room.
Lucian turned his attention to removing her soaked nightgown, keeping his movements and gaze impersonal. He rubbed her body with the cloths to dry her off and warm the chill in her.
It was then that Anora returned carrying an over large shirt, which she handed over to him. "We don't have anything else."
He nodded accepting it. Anora lifted the woman into a position in which he could put the shirt on her then lay her back down with care. They both pulled the covers over her. Anora laid the back of her hand against the woman's face. "She's still too cold." She glanced up at Lucian. "She needs body warmth."
He glanced up at her; she shook her head negatively. "Marvis is out with others hunting and I need to see to Kavi and Helen is having labor pains."
Lucian nodded; he knew that a birth in the pack meant that all of the women would be busy, though they didn't have many to begin with. He didn't trust the other males of the pack with the woman who had been bitten by their enemy and would become one of those that had been attempting to wipe out their species.
He slipped off his boots. Anora nodded and left. He climbed under the covers next to the woman and wrapped his arms around her lending her his body heat, hoping that it would be enough for her to survive. He stayed awake alert for her reaction. She eventually began to shiver and he rubbed her limbs to help heat them. Finally he judged that she was warm enough and climbed out of the bed, but pulled a stool over next to the bed and, sitting down, continued to rub her limbs, hoping that she wouldn't lose them.
Slowly her shivering subsided and she went into a full deep sleep.
Lucian continued to sit by her side, keeping watch over her and wondering over her story.
~*~
Diana felt groggy. Consciousness came, but it was as sluggish as she. The world felt distorted, but even with all of that she still felt something different about herself, she just didn't know what it was.
"Do not rush yourself."
Diana didn't know that voice.
Her eyes snapped open and her sight landed on a man sitting next to her. A man she had never seen before in her life.
He reached out a hand. "Do not be afraid."
Rather than recoiling, dodging his touch or hitting his hand away her first reaction was to bite that hand, which she did.
She hadn't even bit him that hard when something warm, liquid and coppery tasting burst in her mouth, part of her reveled in the taste.
The man yanked his hand away, to which she cried out in disappointment instinctively; then her rational mind kicked in and it hit her what she had done and how she had felt about it. Diana covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh God!" Her eyes went to the man.
The look on his face, as he stared at his bleeding hand, went from fear and shock, slowly to just shock.
"Lucian!" a female voice cried.
Both of the room's occupants turned to the voice.
A woman rushed in the room and knelt down next to the man, grabbing his hand.
"I'm alright, Anora." The man told the woman – Anora.
"But she *bit* you! You're going to –"
"Anora!"
Anora looked up at him, hearing the tone of his voice.
"I'm *fine*!" He gave her a meaningful, albeit still shocked, look.
Anora frowned at him; then her eyes became wide. She glanced slowly down at the bite again, back to the man and finally at Diana, who was sitting on the bed, her back against the wall, her body shaking violently.
"Impossible," was the one word Anora uttered.
"Apparently not," the man returned.
Diana looked back and forth between them. "Who are you? What happened to me?" She pulled her hand away from her mouth and looked at the blood that had been transferred from her lips to it. "What have you done to me?"
The man turned to the woman who bit her lip; then nodded, stood and left the room.
The man turned back to Diana. "That was Anora. I am Lucian." He looked at her enquiringly.
"Diana," she finally managed.
He nodded. "Now that you know who we are and we know who you are we will work on the other two questions. First as far as what happened to you all I know is I pulled you out of the river and Anora and I have spent two days bringing you back to health. Before that I don't know; we were actually hoping you could help us there. So let's begin here: How did you end up in the river?"
Diana opened her mouth to say she didn't know, but then stopped and froze. Her eyes went down to the blood on her hand. At first all she saw was red; then a dark figure hovering over her. Suddenly it all came rushing back to her like a flood. Everything. "OH GOD!" She began to shake her head. "He killed them. He killed them all. Oh God!"
Lucian reached for her and grabbed her arms and gently but firmly shook her. "Who killed whom?"
She shook her head; all she felt was panic running through her veins unable to put the thoughts together.
"Diana. Diana! Look at me."
Diana who had been shaking her head finally looked up at him. His eyes captured her own and held them.
"Calm down; breath slowly," he told her quietly.
She was about to close her eyes.
"Don't."
Her eyelids snapped open from their half closed state.
Lucian kept his eyes focused on hers. "Look at me. If you close your eyes it will only be worse."
She nodded, not breaking eye contact with him. She took several deep, calming breaths. She still felt anguish, but she was able to think coherently now.
Lucian nodded. "Good. Now tell me, what happened?"
Diana took a deep breath. "A man, I only saw one, but it looked like the work of many."
"Focus on one thing at a time, Diana. The man," Lucian told her again.
She nodded. "He killed my family." She stopped for a moment. "No he slaughtered them." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Even my daughters, my little girls. They were only children! Only six!"
She saw sympathy in the man's face. "Diana, you won't want to do this, but I need you to put your grief aside for the moment and tell me about the man. What did he look like?"
She swallowed, forcing herself to do as he asked. "He was tall, thin, he had pale hair, his features were..." she searched for the word she had used to describe him originally, "aristocratic and his eyes were so cold! He –" she broke off, her eyes becoming unfocused again. "Oh God."
~*~
Lucian watched her reach a hand up to where her bite had been; it had healed when the transformation had been completed almost two days ago.
Her eyes went wide. "Oh God." Her hand continued to feel around for the bite mark. Her eyes finally refocused on Lucian's. "He bit me! The man bit me!"
Anora at that moment returned, now she was carrying a small mirror. She looked at Diana; then to Lucian, who extended his hand for the mirror, which she handed over.
He looked back at Diana, his eyes serious and sad; he held the mirror out to her.
She hesitantly took it and gazed into it. At first she didn't notice anything, but then, through her slightly parted lips, she saw her teeth; she opened her mouth further, revealing her slightly longer canines. He saw the shock coursed over her face stronger than ever and suddenly her eyes went from their deep brown to a piercing blue and her canines became even longer. She threw the mirror away from her, screaming. "What did he do to me?! What did he turn me into?!" She pressed herself back against the wall as hard as she could.
Anora and Lucian grabbed her arms and legs to prevent her from harming herself.
"Diana, look at me!" Lucian ordered, not bothering to even request it.
"I'm an abomination! I am unnatural! I shouldn't be alive!"
At that Lucian grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. "No you are not!" He eyes bored into her wide ones. "You were bitten by a vampire, the oldest one still in existence, Viktor. You are now a vampire as well." She began to move to fight again, wrapping her hands around Lucian's wrists, but Lucian and Anora held her in place. "You are *not* unnatural! You are *not* an abomination! And don't even think that you shouldn't be alive! It is a gift and a miracle that you are still alive and you should treasure that! You survived where others considered stronger than you have just lain down to die, making it easy for Viktor to kill them."
She shook her head. "I don't *want* to live! I have *nothing* to live for! My family, my parents, my sister, my husband and my children are *dead*!"
Lucian shook his head. "You *do* have a reason to live!"
"What's that?"
"To stop Viktor, to avenge your family."
Her tense body slowly relaxed as his statement sunk in. She continued to stare into his eyes.
"You want to stop him, don't you?"
They both knew that it wasn't much of reason to live but it was more than many had. Finally her hands slid off of his wrists and she nodded. "I want to stop...Viktor." Steely resolve entered her eyes. "I want him to pay."
~*~
Well that is my first chapter. I don't know how good it was. Please let me know! :)
I decided to call Selene's sister Diana, since they never name her in the movie. This is also my first Underworld fic so I am really anxious to know what others think. Praise and constructive criticism both are appreciated, adored, treasured. Flames will be used to heat the buildings of my school that a ridiculously cold while it is comfortably warm outside.
Disclaimer: I don't own Underworld or any of the characters! If you sue me you'll get...::digs through pockets, turning them inside out:: nothing except a tiny bit of pocket lint. So why bother suing me? ::shrugs::
So here it is:
~*~
Diana felt a pain in her neck and her eyes snapped open to see a dark figure over her that wasn't her husband.
She screamed.
The figure, in shock and pain, jerked back from her.
Not giving him the chance to recover Diana kicked him off of her and the bed; then leapt out of bed. She saw her attacker's face, pale hair, an aristocratic bone structure and cold cruel eyes. Her eyes came to rest on her husband in the bed. His throat was ripped out.
She ran.
She ran faster than she ever thought possible. She ran without thought. As she passed her daughters' room she vaguely registered their mangled bodies on the floor.
She didn't remember her flight from the house, only that eventually she ran out the front door and outside into the snow. Yet again she vaguely registered a member of her family's body, her father's lying on scarlet snow.
Diana didn't know how she knew, for she couldn't hear anything, but she just *knew* that her attacker was right behind her.
She didn't know she was on the bridge over the river until she was falling into the water. She recalled, in midair, that the bridge was always icy and slippery in the winter and since there was nothing on either side to prevent someone from falling people were *very* cautious on it during all seasons and children were kept away from it.
Then she knew nothing but pain and unimaginable cold as her body felt as if she had been encased in ice. The water moved too quickly for the river to freeze over, it moved too quickly for a person to swim in during the hot summer, there was nothing to prevent her from falling into the icy rushing waters. Her head popped up to the surface but she could barely draw a breath, her chest was so numbed by cold. She tried to move her limbs; tried to swim, as her father had taught her, but her arms and legs refused to move.
'I'm going to die.'
No fear came with that thought, not anymore. The images of her slaughtered family entered Diana's mind and she felt her will to live, to go on fighting, fade away. Her lungs burned with the need for air, but she didn't care. It didn't matter. Her life didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. She stopped trying to make her limbs more and just let herself float along with the current, praying for death.
A pair of strong hands lifted her limp body from the icy water, but Diana didn't feel them she no longer knew the conscious world.
~*~
Viktor, the oldest and strongest living vampire, stood on the bridge dispassionately watching the young woman's body disappear. He was at first worried when she had escaped him, but there was no way of her surviving that frigid water. He turned back toward the small farm home to finish his meal.
~*~
Lucian, leader of the lycans entered his people's lair, cradling the young woman in his arms gently. As he passed the members of his pack he received, predictably, many stares, but he ignored them.
One of the females, Anora, approached and fell in step with him. "Who is that? And what are you doing with her?" she demanded, eyeing the woman distrustfully. She was one of the females who had been changed the longest and she had had several children; as such was naturally overprotective her pack, even it's leader.
"She was in the river. If I don't get her warm she will die." He didn't look at her of stop heading toward his room.
Anora's eyes went wide, but she didn't stop moving either. Her eyes went back to the woman, looking her over; her eyes settled on her neck, which was partially covered by her dark hair. Anora lifted the hair away and jumped back slightly. "She's been bitten by a vam –"
"I know!" Lucian snapped, looking at her finally, but not stopping.
Anora looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "What are you doing helping her? She is the enemy!"
Lucian shook his head. "Some how I doubt that."
Anora continued to look at him with incredulity as he opened the door to his room and walked in, laying her on his bed. "And how are you so sure?"
He went over to a corner of his room where there were cloths. "She has only just been bitten for one. She is in her nightgown and is barefoot with her feet cut in many places, indicating she was most likely attempting to escape, for another." He brought the cloths over to the bed.
Anora opened her mouth to speak.
"Make yourself useful and find some dry clothes for her," Lucian told her, more than a little annoyed with her pestering.
She snapped her mouth shut, pursed her lips, but nodded curtly, turned on heel and left the room.
Lucian turned his attention to removing her soaked nightgown, keeping his movements and gaze impersonal. He rubbed her body with the cloths to dry her off and warm the chill in her.
It was then that Anora returned carrying an over large shirt, which she handed over to him. "We don't have anything else."
He nodded accepting it. Anora lifted the woman into a position in which he could put the shirt on her then lay her back down with care. They both pulled the covers over her. Anora laid the back of her hand against the woman's face. "She's still too cold." She glanced up at Lucian. "She needs body warmth."
He glanced up at her; she shook her head negatively. "Marvis is out with others hunting and I need to see to Kavi and Helen is having labor pains."
Lucian nodded; he knew that a birth in the pack meant that all of the women would be busy, though they didn't have many to begin with. He didn't trust the other males of the pack with the woman who had been bitten by their enemy and would become one of those that had been attempting to wipe out their species.
He slipped off his boots. Anora nodded and left. He climbed under the covers next to the woman and wrapped his arms around her lending her his body heat, hoping that it would be enough for her to survive. He stayed awake alert for her reaction. She eventually began to shiver and he rubbed her limbs to help heat them. Finally he judged that she was warm enough and climbed out of the bed, but pulled a stool over next to the bed and, sitting down, continued to rub her limbs, hoping that she wouldn't lose them.
Slowly her shivering subsided and she went into a full deep sleep.
Lucian continued to sit by her side, keeping watch over her and wondering over her story.
~*~
Diana felt groggy. Consciousness came, but it was as sluggish as she. The world felt distorted, but even with all of that she still felt something different about herself, she just didn't know what it was.
"Do not rush yourself."
Diana didn't know that voice.
Her eyes snapped open and her sight landed on a man sitting next to her. A man she had never seen before in her life.
He reached out a hand. "Do not be afraid."
Rather than recoiling, dodging his touch or hitting his hand away her first reaction was to bite that hand, which she did.
She hadn't even bit him that hard when something warm, liquid and coppery tasting burst in her mouth, part of her reveled in the taste.
The man yanked his hand away, to which she cried out in disappointment instinctively; then her rational mind kicked in and it hit her what she had done and how she had felt about it. Diana covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh God!" Her eyes went to the man.
The look on his face, as he stared at his bleeding hand, went from fear and shock, slowly to just shock.
"Lucian!" a female voice cried.
Both of the room's occupants turned to the voice.
A woman rushed in the room and knelt down next to the man, grabbing his hand.
"I'm alright, Anora." The man told the woman – Anora.
"But she *bit* you! You're going to –"
"Anora!"
Anora looked up at him, hearing the tone of his voice.
"I'm *fine*!" He gave her a meaningful, albeit still shocked, look.
Anora frowned at him; then her eyes became wide. She glanced slowly down at the bite again, back to the man and finally at Diana, who was sitting on the bed, her back against the wall, her body shaking violently.
"Impossible," was the one word Anora uttered.
"Apparently not," the man returned.
Diana looked back and forth between them. "Who are you? What happened to me?" She pulled her hand away from her mouth and looked at the blood that had been transferred from her lips to it. "What have you done to me?"
The man turned to the woman who bit her lip; then nodded, stood and left the room.
The man turned back to Diana. "That was Anora. I am Lucian." He looked at her enquiringly.
"Diana," she finally managed.
He nodded. "Now that you know who we are and we know who you are we will work on the other two questions. First as far as what happened to you all I know is I pulled you out of the river and Anora and I have spent two days bringing you back to health. Before that I don't know; we were actually hoping you could help us there. So let's begin here: How did you end up in the river?"
Diana opened her mouth to say she didn't know, but then stopped and froze. Her eyes went down to the blood on her hand. At first all she saw was red; then a dark figure hovering over her. Suddenly it all came rushing back to her like a flood. Everything. "OH GOD!" She began to shake her head. "He killed them. He killed them all. Oh God!"
Lucian reached for her and grabbed her arms and gently but firmly shook her. "Who killed whom?"
She shook her head; all she felt was panic running through her veins unable to put the thoughts together.
"Diana. Diana! Look at me."
Diana who had been shaking her head finally looked up at him. His eyes captured her own and held them.
"Calm down; breath slowly," he told her quietly.
She was about to close her eyes.
"Don't."
Her eyelids snapped open from their half closed state.
Lucian kept his eyes focused on hers. "Look at me. If you close your eyes it will only be worse."
She nodded, not breaking eye contact with him. She took several deep, calming breaths. She still felt anguish, but she was able to think coherently now.
Lucian nodded. "Good. Now tell me, what happened?"
Diana took a deep breath. "A man, I only saw one, but it looked like the work of many."
"Focus on one thing at a time, Diana. The man," Lucian told her again.
She nodded. "He killed my family." She stopped for a moment. "No he slaughtered them." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Even my daughters, my little girls. They were only children! Only six!"
She saw sympathy in the man's face. "Diana, you won't want to do this, but I need you to put your grief aside for the moment and tell me about the man. What did he look like?"
She swallowed, forcing herself to do as he asked. "He was tall, thin, he had pale hair, his features were..." she searched for the word she had used to describe him originally, "aristocratic and his eyes were so cold! He –" she broke off, her eyes becoming unfocused again. "Oh God."
~*~
Lucian watched her reach a hand up to where her bite had been; it had healed when the transformation had been completed almost two days ago.
Her eyes went wide. "Oh God." Her hand continued to feel around for the bite mark. Her eyes finally refocused on Lucian's. "He bit me! The man bit me!"
Anora at that moment returned, now she was carrying a small mirror. She looked at Diana; then to Lucian, who extended his hand for the mirror, which she handed over.
He looked back at Diana, his eyes serious and sad; he held the mirror out to her.
She hesitantly took it and gazed into it. At first she didn't notice anything, but then, through her slightly parted lips, she saw her teeth; she opened her mouth further, revealing her slightly longer canines. He saw the shock coursed over her face stronger than ever and suddenly her eyes went from their deep brown to a piercing blue and her canines became even longer. She threw the mirror away from her, screaming. "What did he do to me?! What did he turn me into?!" She pressed herself back against the wall as hard as she could.
Anora and Lucian grabbed her arms and legs to prevent her from harming herself.
"Diana, look at me!" Lucian ordered, not bothering to even request it.
"I'm an abomination! I am unnatural! I shouldn't be alive!"
At that Lucian grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. "No you are not!" He eyes bored into her wide ones. "You were bitten by a vampire, the oldest one still in existence, Viktor. You are now a vampire as well." She began to move to fight again, wrapping her hands around Lucian's wrists, but Lucian and Anora held her in place. "You are *not* unnatural! You are *not* an abomination! And don't even think that you shouldn't be alive! It is a gift and a miracle that you are still alive and you should treasure that! You survived where others considered stronger than you have just lain down to die, making it easy for Viktor to kill them."
She shook her head. "I don't *want* to live! I have *nothing* to live for! My family, my parents, my sister, my husband and my children are *dead*!"
Lucian shook his head. "You *do* have a reason to live!"
"What's that?"
"To stop Viktor, to avenge your family."
Her tense body slowly relaxed as his statement sunk in. She continued to stare into his eyes.
"You want to stop him, don't you?"
They both knew that it wasn't much of reason to live but it was more than many had. Finally her hands slid off of his wrists and she nodded. "I want to stop...Viktor." Steely resolve entered her eyes. "I want him to pay."
~*~
Well that is my first chapter. I don't know how good it was. Please let me know! :)