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Chapter four.
Like a deadly lioness, Selene prowled the roof of the abandoned school. With every step she took a footprint was left in the dirt that paved the area. Where she was stationed was one of the cleaner places.
When she was a Death Dealer, the vampires would have never considered this for a base. Victor would have never approved of this filth, but Victor was dead and Kraven was their leader now, and he was filth. He had always been and now he was turning a once respected coven into filth.
They had been out here for hours and there had been no change. No one had gone in or come out. The lycans were starting to point the finger at Selene, claming she was betraying them. Michael had quickly said different, but they didn't care, if something went wrong it was the vampire's fault. Like a plague in their life, they wanted her gone.
A sudden beep from her radio made her more eager to leave. She removed the radio from her belt and answered, "What?"
"There's no movement over here, I think we're missing something?" The static from the radio made understanding what Michael was saying difficult.
"Do you think they've moved, I doubt they would stay among this filth for more than a week." Selene answered.
"We only received the tip off last night, unless the line wasn't secure they shouldn't know we're here."
"I think we're wasting our time, there's nothing-" In the distance a gunshot was fired, followed by a scream, "did you hear that?"
"They're here, stay at your post." With that the radio died. Selene cursed and ran to the edge of the roof.
The area was dim and poorly lit. Long shadows concealed details, even to her predator's eyes. A creak whispered from the rusted swing, all of her senses instantly tuned themselves to the sound.
A black cat crawled out from under a bench, just a cat, she thought, dismissing the rotting play area as a hiding place. She crouched down and closed her eyes, trusting her ears.
She sat for countless moments of passing time. There wasn't a sound to be heard, not even the whisper of the wind dancing through the tree's leaves. No sounds of traffic in the distance. What worried her most was that there wasn't any trace of the lycans, they weren't making a sound, and she couldn't pick up their scent. There was nothing, it was like she was in a future graveyard.
Down bellow her, inside the building there was a sound. Like a chair been dragged along the ground.
Selene hesitated for a moment, Michael had told her to stay at her post. It had been a while since their last conversation and her orders could have changed. She stood up and jumped of the side of the roof.
Now that she was on the ground she would be obvious to the vampires and they would be easy to point out. She looked around again, opening her senses to what ever would be offered.
All she got was silence.
Selene walked over to the doors that lead into a classroom and gripped the handle. To no one's surprise it didn't budge. Pulling out on of her knives, she forced it into the lock. With a click it opened and Selene went inside.
This room had been well and truly abandoned, the tables and chair still sat in their near little rows, each one layered with dust.
The paint was flaking of the walls and the black board still had educational writing on it. If Selene had the time she would have stayed searched the room. Then maybe she would have seen the security camera, hidden behind a stack of boxes and covered with dust. And still working, filming her every step.
On the other end of the camera, Kraven watched her every movement from over the shoulder of a Death Dealer. He watched as Selene ran her hand over the black board, leaving a clean streak.
Kraven smiled, he had her right where he wanted her, "As soon as she leaves that room lock the door, if she tries to exit pursue her, I want her alive and unharmed." He barked the order to the Death Dealers that lined the wall behind him. They nodded and left the room, weapons ready, eager to seek their revenge against the exiled Vampire.
The assembly hall was in a similar state. Most of the chairs were still their all laden with dust. The stage up the front was bare aside from the dusty blood red curtains that were hanging along the back wall.
Selene walked down the stairs in deathly silent stealth. She held a long sword and a gun ready to dispose of any threat.
"So the exile lives, and with the lycan scum."
Selene looked up at the voice and pointed her weapon, moving into a combat position. She was greeted by nothing.
"No need for violence, Selene, you're out numbered."
The voice came from behind this time, she spun and didn't let her defences slip.
There was no one. Like last time all she met was empty air.
"Show yourselves, cowards." She said, loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to break her coldness.
"Cowards? Look who's speaking. Running from the coven, not wanting to be killed for your crimes."
Selene turned to the door and ran towards it. A Death Dealer, Kahn, blocked her path. He held the sword across his chest, ready to attack. "And running now."
"Nice to see you too, Kahn." Selene retorted, bringing her sword up in front of her.
"The pleasure is all mine."
Selene risked a look around the room, she was surrounded by at least five Death Dealers. Not an amount she wished to fight, since the odds were stacked against her.
"Do you wish to kill me?" Selene asked.
"We wish to collect you." Kahn said.
Pain shot through her head, Selene let out a small cry and ripped the tranquilliser dart from her head. She swung with her sword at Kahn; the blow was easily blocked. The last thing she saw was Kahn swinging his fist at her before darkness claimed her.