A/N- sorry for lateness was fighting a writer block. So this chapter might not be as great as it could have been. Thanks for reviewing anyway.

Italics – thoughts

"I admire your defiant streak, Mss. Voros. I really do. It's very uncommon amongst most humans now. Though it's a good trait for people like 'us'" Lucian stated in a calm tone, seemingly unaffected by Morgan's wild struggling as he dragged her down to numerous tunnels of the underground. "You and me, Mss. Voros, as special. Different. And so misunderstood"

Morgan was bucking, thrashing and wrenching her body in various ways in an attempt to get free. But damn it all, the guy was inhumanly strongly, with a vice like grip that could rival hard cold steel. The hand over her mouth was gripping her jaw so hard, her insults and pleas for help were all but muffled.

"Mss. Voros, if only you knew what was really happening in the world. There's a war on, you know. One not fought by human hands…" He began to state as they continued their journey deeper into the bowls of the underground. "There has been a raging war going on, right under the noses of the humans, between vampire and lycan."

There's that word again…'lycan'…maybe it means werewolf…

While pondering upon the confused, Morgan didn't notice Lucian releasing her waist and arms. It was only when she felt the cold tight sting of shackles did she finally return back to reality.

"What the hell, wolf man?!" Morgan yelled, beginning a violent dance of flying kicks.

Lucian just chuckled. Compared to the vampires he fought, this girl was just tickling him with a pillow.

"Now, now, Mss. Voros, these are just here to make my job a lot easier. So still back and enjoy the ride" Lucian said as he suddenly swung Morgan over his shoulder, continuing with his forward, relaxed march.

"Hey! Put me down! So help me if I vomit, it's going right in your hair Mr. Lycan guy!" Morgan hissed as she continued her hopeless struggles. Not only was she feeling sick, but her allergies were bitching again.

"You're threatening me with vomit? I don't know if I should be scared or amused!" laughed Lucian. But then he stopped, taking notice in her uncontrollable sneezing. "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" suddenly he sounded very worried. Yet, it was as if he was annoyed.

He had spent years tracking her down. If she was sick, than the experiment could go wrong, another waste of time!

"Are you sick?!" He suddenly snarled, causing Morgan to flinch. She shook her head, and stuttered out, "I just have dog allergies"

Lucian stopped, thinking for a minute.

Dog allergies?

Morgan jumped when Lucian threw back his head in a roar of laughter.

Which was cut short when a bullet suddenly shot through the back of his head. He looked stunned for a minute, while Morgan, on his shoulders, looked absolutely shocked. She unfortunately fell to dirt, along with Lucian's body as it gave way. She managed to roll her-self away from the corpse, right into the legs of the shooter. Morgan looked up, almost frightfully as she met the blue eyed gaze of black haired woman. She kept her gun on Lucian for a minute, before glancing down at Morgan. The woman was coated in head to toe in black. Black trench coat, black boots and a black latex body suit that was very flattering for her figure. She was staring at Morgan was an analyzing stare until she locked back at Lucian, who was remarkably starting to rise back to life, with the hole in his head beginning to heal rather rapidly.

"Come with me, if you want to live" She ordered, hooking her hand under Morgan's arm. She then broke out into a full blown sprint, dragging Morgan with as Lucian let out a howl that could make a skeleton shiver. Soon a whole array of howls were ringing in the tunnels as Morgan continued to be forcibly dragged by the woman. Under her breath the woman muttered,

"Damn lycans…"

Again with the bloody lycans…why doesn't someone just create a fan club for them or something and be done with it! Morgan thought bitterly. Next thing she knew, her whole surroundings were a complete blur. Like she was moving as inhuman speed. Next thing she knew she was being roughly shoved into a car before the woman took the driver's seat of the car.

"Did he bite you?" She asked, as she revved up the engine

"W-what?"

"Did. He. Bite. You?" She asked firmly, with a hint of annoyance laced in her voice.

"No" Morgan answered, shaking her head

That's when the mysterious woman rammed her foot down onto the accelerator, causing the car to jerk forward before settling at a steady, yet frightening speed on the empty road.

"Alright! What the hell is going on?! Who the hell are you!? And who were those people?!" shouted Morgan angrily. She had, had enough for one night!

Kidnapped and thrown over one too many shoulders. Handcuffed and assaulted, later to be 'rescued' by a trigger happy speed freak. Enough was enough, and she was about to give this lady a piece of her mind!

"My name is Selene. I'm a vampire, whose mission is to fight lycans. Wolf like creature who can assume human form. I don't know why those mutts kidnapped you but I intend to find out. Until that time I am taking you somewhere safe. But you must remain silent and cautious if you want to get out of this ordeal alive. Do you understand?"

"…Yes ma'am" Morgan finally said sheepishly.

Selene was defiantly a woman who could take charge…actually she was vampire who knew how to take charge…

A vampire…cool!

"Do you drink blood?"

"Yes…"

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Yes…"

"Have you ever killed anyone by drinking their blood?"

"Yes…"

"Do crosses and garlic really affect you?"

"No…"

"Can you walk in the sun?"

"No…"

…

"Are your breasts real?"

Selene side looked at her oddly for a moment and Morgan retreated away slightly in her seat.

"Oh come on! Your ones make mine look like tea-cups. Besides, in like every movie the vampires are always attractive women. It's just hard for me to imagine you naturally start off so perfect before being turned ect…That is how it works, right? Being turned ect. like, bite on the neck, exchange of blood. Something like that…"

Selene didn't either bother to respond to that statement. She just kept driving at top speed until they reached an expressive, yet gloomy looking mansion with large iron gates, guarding the enterance.

"Like I said. Stay quiet and you might get out of this live…"

"Might?" Morgan whimpered slightly, before being yet again dragged out of the car and into the manor it-self.

Instantly Morgan met a crowd of eyes, all staring at her oddly. She looked like a mess. With mud all over her, a half exposed chest, messy hair while also handcuffed. What next? A tattoo across her head saying 'Fuck me, I'm desperate'?

"Selene!" Roared a rather handsome man as he approached both Morgan and Selene. "What is that?!" He hissed, pointing to Morgan

"Hey! I take offense in that question! I'm a girl, dickhead!" Morgan said, rather loudly, earning a glare from the man, and a chuckle from Selene

"She's business Kraven" Selene said simply, as she started leading Morgan away from him and deeper into the mansion until they reached what Morgan assumed was Selene's room.

"I thought I said stay quiet" Selene said shaking her head, still trying to control her amused smile from Morgan's latest remark against Kraven. Honestly, he never looked more gobsmacked in life. Actually being talked down to be human was all he needed to finally knock his ego down a level.

"You did say stay quiet. But you mentioned nothing about there being an egocentric asshole running loose in this manor. Therefore, you are to blame, for my loose mouth" Joked Morgan, causing Selene to laugh again

Selene hadn't laughed in centuries. Maybe having the human around wouldn't be so bad…but business had to come first. Lucian and the lycans were after her for some reason, and Selene had to find out why.

"Why don't you go wash up and change into some of my clothes?" offered Selene.

"I would but…" Morgan then rattled her shackled wrists.

Selene quickly took care of that, and broke the cuffs right off her wrists.

"Wow…vampire strength…got to love it"

Without further a due Morgan rushed into bathroom, eager to clean off all the dirt and grime she had collected over the passed few hours, while Selene settled her-self down in front of her lap-top, searching for background information on Morgan, in hopes of finding out just what made her so important to the lycans.

That's when she found it…

"Impossible…" She whispered, while staring at the computer screen.

Morgan...was no normal human...

A/N – sorry this isn't as good as it could have been. Abit of a writer block, hopefully better next time.