Title: Past Imperfect, Future Unprecedented
Rating: T
Spoilers: movies 1 & 2
Characters: Selene, Kahn
Archived: ffnet
Disclaimer: Underworld and all related characters, scenes, plotlines, etc. don't belong to me but the rest of this story does. Don't steal.
Warnings: AU
Summary: What if...Kraven, not Viktor, had been Selene's sire? If Viktor had been forced to repeat Sonja's punishment on Selene? If...well, make what you will of the last one. A set of AUs
Author's Notes: [ Everything past this point was written 6-12 months ago...so when it says 'that I watched last week' or 'I can't stop thinking about it', that's in the past tense]


What if...

Kraven had turned Selene then kept her away from Viktor?

The first time Kahn met Selene, she was half a century old and swinging a sword that should have been too heavy for her to lift let alone maneuver.

"Here now, what's this?"

"Oh! Sorry, my Lord."

Kahn surveyed the young servant intruding on the death dealer training grounds with confusion. She was very pretty but, then again, most vampiresses were. Her attire was typical of a servant; a skirt and blouse that were both modest and practical for chores and cheap leather shoes. There was a locked iron collar around her neck, signifying by its presence that she was still under the control of her sire and by its make that her sire was in the military, probably a member of one of the two original turned armies.

Her presence would have been expected and ignored anywhere in the mansion or on the grounds, doing a servant woman's manual labor.

But there was no reason at all she should have been in the death dealer's domain. Although if she could swing a sword like that…

"Are you a death dealer, girl?" Kahn questioned, not unkindly.

"Me? Oh no. No, sir. I'm sorry for intruding." She started to back away towards the door, not meeting his eyes. He frowned and darted behind her using vampiric speed. Surprisingly, she managed to follow his progress and spun almost as quickly as he moved. Servants didn't move that fast…

"How did you learn to use a sword then?"

"I…ah…" Now she was beginning to look frantic.

"Who are you?"

"Selene." Her reply was automatic. She was still reeling from the apparently loaded question that she hadn't answered.

"Well, Selene, why aren't you a death dealer if you can move like that?"

"Me? A death dealer?" She laughed, a surprisingly bitter sound. "Kraven would never allow it."

Kraven. That was a new piece of the puzzle that Kahn could understand. Kraven was a preening peacock that acted as though he had a God given right to be superior to all death dealers, even though any one of them could probably knock him on his ass.

Kahn reached for her collar, noticing her tense up when he did so, and tilted it until he could see the sigil branded at the front.

"That's Kraven alright. So you're one of his?" there was mingled pity and scorn in his tone. It was well known what sorts of girls Kraven kept around.

At the tone, her head came up, revealing blue eyes, and she hissed faintly, glaring at him in defiant anger. Stupefied, Kahn blinked at her reaction then held up his hands in mollification.

"Sorry. Didn't mean anything by that." She stopped hissing but her eyes remained an angry shade of arctic blue.

"Well Miss Selene, you don't act much like a servant." Her eyes darkened to their human appearance as she looked at the floor again, adopting a humble position.

"I apologize, sir."

"Now don't start that." He scowled. "Spirit is good down here. A death dealer needs spirit to survive and hunt the lycans."

"I'm not a death dealer, sir."

"Really? Then why can you fight like one?"

She shifted nervously but didn't answer.

"Selene?" when she didn't respond, he reached forward and lifted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

She searched his eyes for a moment, looking for something to tell her she could trust him. Apparently she found it because she relaxed and dropped her humble posture.

"Lycans killed my family. I want revenge but Kraven won't teach me how to fight."

Not Master or Lord Kraven, Kahn noticed with amusement.

"So who's been teaching you then?"

"No one."

"Someone taught you those moves, girl."

"I watch the death dealers train and practice then I try practicing on my own."

Kahn stared at her in amazement. Most warriors would have trouble with what this slip of a servant girl claimed to have done.

"Alright then." He stood up and nodded towards the sword she had dropped when he entered the room. "Spar with me."

"…what?"

"Prove your skills."

Slowly, as if confused by what he wanted, she picked up the sword and took a fighter's stance.

It was the first of many such matches the two new friends would have.

FIN