From this chapter onwards the timelines might be a little unclear. The timelines are meant to be running parallel, but should straighten themselves out from at least chapter 8, I've spent all morning trying to sort them out, but it seems in following the actual storyline – plus adding an extra chapter, there is not much I can do…myeh.
Also i tend to randomly add updates to my livejournal before i actually do on here, so if it would help you can always check out my LJ first- just to make sure. Again, the link should be on my info page.
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4.
You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.
Stanislaw
J. Lem
Her mind too overcome with grief, she had no time to register the emotions that passed fleetingly through her mind. She raged with passing memories that her grief stricken mind was now too tired to comprehend. She ignored the rising sun almost at her back, and sat with the now dead Michael in her arms, her mind hazy and in turmoil. Life itself was interminable and flighty; it came and went without care. She was a creature of death, of night, although now changed; but love bore no boundaries for death, it took no notice of the bonds of life and would not stop its course for matters of the heart.
Until Selene had met Michael, she had never really known what love was, she had felt fondness, felt a closeness – but she had never loved from the heart and now to loose it, was incomparable. The fact that both Vampires and Lycans mated for life was in ironic evidence now, a fact that she had never taken notice of. It seemed to her that at the mansion, there more often than not existed, the artificiality of relationships between vampires, and with trying to dissuade Craven's advances – everything seemed like a farce, a game, a struggle for power, instead of the real issue, dealing with the Lycans. With that stance, she slowly became more and more cynical and more and more involved in patrolling the city. Yet, cynical is the way she remained; she would not love, for loving, was a meaningless triviality.
Until she met Michael, She never really knew what it was that made her help him in the first place. She had always reasoned it was his look, which to her aged mind made her think of a lost puppy; one that was essentially, very dangerous. But to her, even from the look in his eyes, Michael seemed lost and alone in a world that was slowly slipping away from what he was used to. This look tugged at her somehow, she had always supposed that she had the same feelings, which in turn threw them together in a inadmissible entwining of lives and created a kinship between them that could not be ignored.
Either that or it was all sexual tension and she had no hope from the beginning
Granted their first kiss had been more out of necessity than anything had, she couldn't ignore that there had been something, strong enough to displace her self imposed solitude and make her want to help him.
Memories of running, fighting, endless fighting, times with Michael; his face, his eyes leapt out at her, until squeezing her eyes shut was almost all she could do to shut them out, shut out the overwhelming feeling of a brokenness, emptiness, anger and a loneliness, not so new but one she could not bear to feel.
Unbeknown to her however was the fact, that, doing that would throw her into madness,
Pain, swamped her heart, took her over completely and the chaos consumed her, a new rage seemed to fill her, rising steadily. Throw her into such disappear as to hide all sensibility she had, and ultimately making her the most dangerous force known to either vampires or Lycans. She bore no heed to the sun and forgot the pain that bit at her un-relentlessly.
She knew the reason why Michael was dead, and she would not rest until something had been done – both Vampires and Lycans would pay. Releasing the cold of the dead body almost carelessly she leapt to her feet; and began, to run.