Hi...Um...Yeah.
This is, as you see, my first Underworld story that is totally dedicated to
Anna-Selene-Darkness; My dear Russian friend who has, with her story,lured me into this Fandom. ;)
So, a few things to clear before you read the prologue, please take your time in reading them:
1)- I am a thirteen year old girl who has English as a fourth language; so if you find any mistakes, please don't make a fuss over them.
2)- Any attempt at flaming me will go in vain; I won't listen to a shit you say. However, if you adress me politely and express your opinion in a good manner; I'll be more than happy to lead a conversation with you.
3)- I DO own Underworld; the DVD that is.
4)- I Didn't watch 'Awakening' since it's not out yet in my country; so...Um, you know. x3
5)- Kim is Barely a key character, she'll be dead by the second chapter. She's a human who wants to deal with vampires; what do you expect?
6)- This story is dedicated Entirely to Anna-Selene-Darkness.
7)- Main characters are of course: Selene, Micheal and Eve. ;)
And that's pretty much it; please review and send me your opinions. This story doesn't have a very solid plot yet and is open to all suggestions; so if you want to see anything in it, just let me know and maybe I'll follow your idea. Who knows ?
Disclaimer: Words are mine, world ain't.
Kim was not a woman who pitied herself under any condition; but when you're a widow, a cop and stuck with a teenager whose tongue was that of a viper, moments of weakness would be very common. She wasn't suicidal nor a person who harbored self-hatred; yet, she sometimes found herself in a state of jealousy and envy. She craved, but never wished; she wanted, but never needed. She was a mass of opposite emotions that blended perfectly to create who she was. And so as she walked through the park under the rain; a black umbrella over her head and a gun strapped to her belt, she couldn't imagine life being any better. She had to keep a smile to face life with; just like her husband carefully told her to do.
One year. That's how long they were married: 365 days. Sean, her husband, had started feeling bad a few weeks into her pregnancy. The doctor gave them the news with a grave face: Cancer, strong and malignant, was raging through him. Sean remained as cheerful as ever, though. He enveloped Kim in a bear hug, saying, "Don't you worry, my girl. With you by my side, I can beat anything life throws at me."
A few months later, they made the decision to uproot their life and go to a special cancer center in Manchester, quite a shock for Kim, born and raised in the swamps of Florida, but she would have moved to the Arctic if she thought it would help Sean. The move to Manchester in the middle of the winter was hard, but it seemed to be worth it. The center was very good, and for a few months, it seemed like Sean was improving. There was a large window in his hospital room with an excellent view of the sky. Star gazing was a special activity for Kim and Sean. They were both amateur astronomers, and had met at a gathering of a local astronomy club.
During the day, they tried to calculate the new positions of their favorite constellations and stars based on their new location. Then, at night, they would see how accurate their findings were. More and more, Kim found herself carrying conversation, as her husband began to fade away. His ever present smile never left his face, but his eyes became tired and his skin began to pale. The more he waned, the more Kim encouraged him. Sean had always been the strong one, bearing his toothy grin like armor against the world's troubles. Now, as his ubiquitous grin became strained, Kim began to be the rock of the relationship. From carpeting his room with flowers to sneaking in chocolate, Kim did everything in her power to strengthen his smile, while the doctors attempted to strengthen his body.
And at the morning of a fine August; little Katherine Grilles came to the world. Kim didn't know if she should laugh in happiness for her Child's birth, or cry in sadness for her husband's death that same day.
Currently, it was night and the park was as deserted as a cemetery; but Kim had a gun and loved to take risks. And in a sudden movement, she caught the scent of blood and the sight of a Latex clad body on the ground; hidden from the eyes by the bushes yet bathed in pure moonlight as cries of quiet pleading filled the calm air. She didn't hesitate even for once before sprinting to the source, gun at hand and bullets at the ready.
Patches of stars showed between the clouds as they drifted slowly through the night sky. The moon bathed the fluffy edges of each one, lending it a silver lining. Amber streetlights lit up the roads, giving them the appearance of black glass. The rain had ended a few hours ago and the wet pavement sparkled as if it were dusted with glitter.
Eve didn't enjoy killing, or even violence in general; it disgusted her. It was something the world could do without entirely, and she wished more than anything that she could escape it. Eve knew, however, as we all know, one cannot escape violence in a world that lives for death. She didn't want, in any part of her, to kill another being. Of course, that did not mean for even a second, that she wasn't going to do it. The power to take life; half way to omnipotence; a strength few want, and fewer make use of, though all possess.
Her mother's tired body fell harshly to the ground and she quickly kneeled next to her, two tears escaping her eyes in misery.
"Are you okay?" Soft words were spoken and electric blue eyes met coffee-brown ones. Selene winced at the pain but quickly straightened, supporting her back with the large tree. Her hands were blackened by the fire's burning licks, bleeding a crimson fluid as she tried without success to clean her hands up with the little rainwater that was accumulated in a small puddle near her. Her hands remained charred as the frigid water stung the already painful blisters. As she whimpered, the winds cried for her, rustling the leaves and frightening the animals back to their nests for the night. Only the waning moon could be her company, just watching her every move from above. It made her nervous, to think someone was always seeing her, and always knew where she was. It was her worst fear for someone to find her and take her away. Not again. Not like this. She thanked God He had made the moon silent.
Eve and she had barely made their way into England before a pack of werewolves followed them; they weren't many and they were very weak, however, she and Eve weren't in a much better state. They both hadn't fed in four days, too worried and too rushed.
She tore off some fabric from the hem of her latex suit and wrapped the strip of cloth around her bloodied hands. She knew she would soon bleed through the fabric, but she could not worry about that right now. The werewolves were most likely regrouped by now, and she could not bear to think about what would happen if they were found by their fierce bite. She shivered. It was dark already, but the dark images of the trees showed gaping areas where the leaves usually would be if not littered on the cool, mossy ground. It was colder than usual, but only by a few degrees. It was always cool this time of the year.
"Eve….Find somewhere safe..." Her throat felt like it was scratched with Sandpaper, and her heart thumped louder when she saw that defiant look cross her daughter's features; just like her father. Eve shook her head; if there was anything she wouldn't do, it'll be leaving the only person she has left. But before a world could be spoken or an act be made; the velvety voice of a human was heard.
"Oh my god, vampires…."
Please R&R, I'm open to all the suggestions. ;)