I don't own underworld, and yeah, I know, the title sucks. If you're reading this, I've probably decided to commit suicide.

Michael: why do authors commit suicide.

Author: you've never read FanFiction, have you?

Michael: no.

Author; then shut up and let me tell the bleeding story!

Chapter 2: pain

Michael sat down beside Selene, and emptied the pouch of blood before he continued.

"We were driving. Another car had pulled in front of us, too quickly for me to turn, or even hit the brakes. When I came to, she had the engine in her lap, it was pinning her. She didn't know she was dying, just that the engine held her down. Internal bleeding. She kept on asking if I was alright. I came out without a broken bone, she died two minutes before the ambulances arrived." Selene put a comforting hand on his back. Michael let her, even though it barely helped.

"I moved out here and got my degree, then put everything in my work. Everyday I came home, I was expecting her to be there, smiling, and she wasn't. I thought about eating a bullet, but I always put it off until I gave up." He regarded Selene.

She pulled him closer, putting her arms around him like a mother. Michael fell into her chest, giving off a small sob.

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Lucien had been looking forever. Where was the damned thing? He caught a glint of silver, and uncovered it, only to discover a bloody silver plated sword.

"Dammit!" he hissed.

"What is it, sir?" Raze asked, pulling on a tattered coat.

"My pendant. The last thing I have of my wife. It's gone!"

"What about him?" Raze asked. Lucien looked at his second.

"Michael has it." Lucien realized. Well, it was the key to William's prison, so it was practically Michael's by birthright, but then, it was all he had of Sonja. "We'll find him." Lucien touched the scar on his arm. Damn thing still twinged a bit.

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"The coven is destroyed. And Marcus and William are dead. Viktor and Amelia as well. I only know one coven still in strength, and that's in America." Selene told Michael. He was poking at his ribs. "What is it?"

"Nervous habit." He said. He pulled on his shirt, the noticed Selene was moving for her suit. "Damn thing sounds like a condom when you take it off." he muttered.

"You have something else I can wear?" she asked.

"Give me some cash, I can get something. You'll need to fit in."

"So will you."

"Yeah, but I dress semi-normally." Selene rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately, my money is in the mansion."

"You don't believe in banks, do you?"

"No. I'm a sixteenth century girl." She replied, smiling wickedly.

Michael considered her…technique… and disagreed. Strongly disagreed. He shook his head no. Selene began giggling. (Huh? What did I just write? Selene is giggling? Odd.) Michael rolled his eyes again, and removed his shirt again.

"Which way?"

"You're gonna run it?"

"Yeah."

Selene pointed, and Michael instantly began transforming. His muscles condensed, forming ripcords of flesh, his ribs widened, forming interlocking plates. Had his face not been stretching, Michael would've winced. Bone was not supposed to move that way, and it didn't go quietly. Selene herself winced at a particular pop.

Michael went outside and began running on all fours. Selene wrapped the covers around herself, and stood up, examining her outfit. She gave it a test shake, and had to agree with Michael. She tossed it into the trash.

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Michael landed inside the ruins of the mansion and put his nose to the ground. might as well use his nose. There were a thousand scents, not all of them pleasant, and Michael swore he smelled rotten banana somewhere. He caught Selene's scent, and followed that. He caught sight of something leather, and pulled it out, to find another of the skintight suits she wore. He growled and tossed it over his head. He sniffed again, looking for money, plastic, and Selene's scent.

He looked down, to where the scent was coming from. Rocks. He punched right through the rock, and grabbed her wallet. He opened it up. Right in the front was a picture of Selene and Viktor. It was extremely old, probably on Viktor's last rule, which would've been about a hundred years ago. Michael ripped it out and ripped it in half.

He closed the wallet and stalked out of the house, ready to jump back, when a bullet struck him in the shoulder. He looked and roared.

"Raze, you idiot! Don't shoot him!" Lucien growled. Michael's black eyes went wide.

"Hello Michael." Lucien said.

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Yeah, I know, short chapter, again. I'm doing shorter than I usually do, mostly because I can't find the motivation to write three page chapters.

Next: Championship fight.