Lucian took a step from the wall, clearly amused by Selene's appalled look. "Surprised?"
"I don't think that's the word," Selene said, taking a step back.
Lucian took another step. This seemed like some bizarre version of the tango. "Why are you backing away? I won't bite." Then he added, "Much."
"Why'd you kill those Death Dealers?"
"Didn't see the need for them to live," he replied casually.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"I do see a need for you to live."
Selene took a step towards Lucian. "So it's all one big plan for you?"
Lucian smirked. "I had to tweak it a bit, but other than that, my plan is still in effect."
Selene glanced around. Lucian was opening up, and the last thing she needed was for Michael to walk in and ruin it. "Why aren't you dead? Kraven shot you; I saw it."
Lucian took a deep breath. His eyelids closed, and when he opened them, his eyes were completely black, like when Michael turned into his hybrid form.
"You're a hybrid," Selene remarked. "How?" But Selene realized how, and Lucian knew. Amelia's blood. Lucian must have injected her blood in himself after Kraven has shot him the first time. That's how he had the strength to go attack Kraven and get shot again.
"How have you stayed hidden all this time?"
"You've heard what I did to those Death Dealers from the park," Lucian stated as an answer.
"So every time someone saw you, knew it was you… you killed them."
Lucian nodded.
"Why did you attack me in the park?"
"Had to make it look good," Lucian answered, changing his eyes back to their "normal" color.
"Look good?" Selene repeated.
"Those Death Dealers didn't leave when you thought they did. They saw you and hid. I had to fight you to make it look like I'm on their side."
"You're not?" Selene asked skeptically.
"Hardly," Lucian remarked dryly.
Derek walked into Selene's quarters, calling her name. Selene turned around, cursing under her breath. "One sec," she called. She turned around to find that Lucian was no longer there. But on the balcony railing was a slip of paper. Written on it was an address of a warehouse at the pier, and a time, during the day. She slipped it into her pocket, seconds before Derek walked through the balcony door.
"We've got a problem," Derek said. His expression was cool and calm, but his eyes were an endless abyss of worry and conflict.
"What happened?"
"There was some outbreaks of fighting downstairs," Derek explained. "It began over a fight about whether or not Lucian is really alive. Michael stepped in, and—"
"Is he okay?" she interrupted.
"He's fine. A little beat up, but we finally got it under control." That was all Selene needed to hear. Selene walked swiftly by Derek and walked down to the dojo. Bending over someone were Damien and Marc. The "someone" was Michael.
"Michael." Selene rushed to his side. He was holding his face, and Damien and Marc were asking him quietly to remove his hands from his face so that they could get a better look. He didn't seem to hear them; he continued to cover his face. Selene mouthed to Damien, Marc, and Derek, who had finally caught up to Selene, to leave the both of them alone. They all nodded and left quietly.
Selene kneeled down, next to Michael. She put a hand on top of his, and his hands slowly began to unclench. He put his hands down, and she could see that his face was bruised and bleeding – teeth and claw marks were visible. "Jesus Christ," she murmured quietly. She lied Michael's head against her shoulder and stroked his head, talking to calm him down. "It's okay… you're fine… don't worry… Shhhhh…"
When Michael finally calmed down, Selene checked his face over. While none of the wounds were too serious, some were beginning to swell up. Even though he got blood in him so he could heal, the swelling stayed.
Selene went off for a few seconds, and got a bowl of warm water and a cloth. She wet the cloth and gently dabbed at his wounds. She gently wiped away the streaks of blood and when she was finished, she gave him a light kiss on his forehead.
Selene tucked some loose hair behind his ears. She gave him a small hug, and told him she was leaving. When he didn't answer, Selene walked away.
"Selene," he said suddenly as she was almost out the door.
She turned around. "Yeah?"
"I'm tired."
She smiled. "Then go to bed."
"Could you—" Michael cut himself off.
"Could I what?"
"Never mind."
Selene walked back inside the dojo. She sat down beside him and placed a reassuring hand on his lap. "What is it?" she asked soothingly.
"Could you hold me while I sleep?" Selene paused for a second. Michael took this hesitation as a "no." "I understand," he said slowly. "There are more important things for you to do."
Selene lied him down, and said, "There's nothing more important to me than you." She went to get a pillow and blanket from a closet, and turned off the dojo's lights. The couch had the ability to be turned into a small cot. Selene locked the door to the dojo, and went to the cot. She lied down next to Michael, who was following her with his eyes.
She wrapped her arms around him, and held him tight enough to give him comfort, yet loosely enough not to constrict him and make him uncomfortable.
She held Michael's sleeping body against hers until she, too, fell asleep.
A/N:
I know it was short, but I just wanted a little something that answered some of the questions and Lucian. I also had this really strong image of Selene tending to Michael's wounds... Don't ask me why, lawl.
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