So sorry for the delay! Its even longer than usual, as for the amount of chapters left, I'll say I would like this to be ten chapters more or less.
The scientist simply looked at Selene, completely dumbfounded by her question. Or so it appeared. Selene had a vast amount of knowledge on human expressions and in this man's case he was trying to distract her.
True enough, seconds later another scientist stabbed her with a scalpel in her shoulder. Selene's eyes immediately flared to a pitiless blue as she wrenched the scalpel from her arm and returned it to him, right in the eye. She made quick work of the poor man behind her, grinning in satisfaction when she heard the crack of bone. She left one man writhing in pain and the other in shock, the broken bone protruding from his elbow.
Alarms still blaring, Selene quickly ran down the stairs, coming to a full stop at the sight of five armed men, their laser beams trained on her.
"Stop! Don't move!" One of them commanded.
Fingering the scalpel she mused over the situation. Oh this was going to be almost too easy. Perhaps before Corvinus' blood this might have been difficult, but now her super speed allowed the scalpel to slice exactly through the carotid. She took two out at the same time, sliding with her knees on their blood. Behind her the men dropped dead and twitching, their guns fired too late.
Her assault on the facility continued at lightening speed. Two more men fell with her repeated strikes to their throats. She lodged her weapon in the third man's throat, using his gun to eliminate the new group at the end of the passageway. The Death Dealer was indeed death personified. Her moves were lethal and graceful, easily slaying the men without a break in her own composure.
Keeping the gun, Selene turned the corner where she spied a window; the perfect escape. Breaking the glass with her coveted gun, she was about to jump when another group of men arrived. The two guards seemed to be waiting for a command from the third man, another scientist. He was holding a walkie-talkie in his right hand, his dark brown eyes locking with Selene's own cerulean blue.
"I see her. East corridor. Send Security"
They silently measured each other up. The three men posed no threat to the ancient Death Dealer; she was going to escape regardless.
The newly awakened vampire wouldn't make it for more than two seconds outside, if the army of men that patrolled the perimeter didn't kill the immortal, then the sun would, thought the scientist.
So the man's fingers lifted.
"No. Let her go. Perhaps she can lead us to Subject Two" came the order from the walkie talkie.
Slightly disappointed, the scientist said, "Let her go"
A wise decision approved Selene; otherwise there would have been three more bodies at the morgue.
Taking a deep breath, Selene leaped, but instead of meeting the solid concrete, she landed on a moving truck. Slightly thrown off by her impact, she slipped and tumbled off from the carrier truck, barely grasping the edge of the truck. Panting from the exertion, she beheld the strange building that housed the most despicable of all animals and made out one word. Antigen. She slowly climbed her way up.
The human driver spied the intruder straightaway thru his side mirrors and stomped on the brakes. Once more Selene was reduced to a fledging fresh out of the academy as her body lost its balance and she violently rolled down the front of the vehicle.
Shit she cursed, how many more times was going to find herself on the floor despite her wishes otherwise? To further ridicule the Death Dealer, she even allowed the human to shoot her in the head.
"Ahh!" she cried out. It wasn't a fatal shot, but Selene could feel the bullet lodged in her skull, within an inch from her brain.
She silently cursed again at her lack of caution and stupidity. Turning to face the driver, she caught her reflection in his eyes. A set of flaming azure eyes, suddenly more than alive than ever were reflected. She was done with all this crap. She was hurt both emotionally and physically, the true monster in her mere seconds from unleashing.
In a move too fast for the human's pitiful eyesight, Selene twisted his arm and turned him in a perfect position for her long, sharp fangs to sink into his tender neck. Drinking from this mortal was nowhere near as pleasurable as it was with Michael, but it would suffice.
Unwillingly, images of her time with Michael entered her mind.
Two bodies, slick with sweat, lay on the bed. They were perfectly contend to lie in each other's arms, however, Michael longed for something only Selene could provide. Sensually gripping her slender wrist, he brought it to his mouth and bit. Selene moaned as her blood, cool as a refreshing waterfall, pulsed into Michael's eager fangs until it became a part of his body, until all he knew, all he could feel, was her.
Selene's own hands did some exploring of her own, running through his sinewy muscles until her finger teased the vein at his throat. While he savored her hand, Selene nicked his throat, loving the way his strong arms came around her and provided her with a scorching heat that her own body lacked. His blood, like his love, was a warmth comparable to the sun, blinding in its intensity but oh so fulfilling.
Wrenching her mind from painful memories, Selene sucked long and hard, draining the human dry to restore her strength. A single tear ran down her cheeks as she pushed the bullet out of her cranium in a way that eerily resembled Lucien's own ability. Bet the Elders never could do this particular trick. Smiling with satisfaction upon the sound of the bullet hitting the floor, she dropped her meal.
Now what next she pondered, weighing her choices. Returning to Antigen was not a wise option since Michael had already escaped. So the first thing she did was step off the main streets, breaking into a clothing store and stealing the first thing off the rack.
The light blue pea coat should offer some camouflage over her leather suit. She sure as hell wasn't going to part with it again. Exiting out the back her attention was captured by a display of vampire and Lycan teeth. The mere sight of her species reduced to simple souvenirs made her blood boil and reminded her what truly was at stake here.
Tearing her sight from such an abomination, Selene failed to notice the year that those particular teeth had been harvested. Instead she thought about Michael, whose mind she knew better than her own.
Hmmm if he was looking for me, that would mean...Of course! The pier! It would be the first place Michael would check and hopefully they could procure another boat.
Not wasting another second, Selene flitted to the pier, not the least bit concerned with the new street names and decaying buildings that were not always so. Love is a source of strength, but it is also blinding. Thus when Selene arrived at the pier she was utterly baffled by the decrepit state of the pier and the chains that now guarded the entrance.
Needing a closer look to confirm what should have been obvious and was probably already creeping in the back of her mind, even though it refused to be voiced aloud, Selene jumped cleanly over the fence.
Nothing, not even the wind blew in the deserted pier. Selene closed her eyes, willing herself to yesterday, when the air was alive with hope. What was she missing?
"Hey, how did you get in here? You're not allowed in here. Pier is closed". The security guard took out a key and fumbled with the chains.
"Since when?" she asked desperately.
"A long time ago. Come on" he replied.
"How long?" she pleaded, willing it not to be true.
The guard's next words were a stab to her heart.
"About twelve years ago. Since the Cleansing…."
Selene barely heard the rest of the man's words. Her sight clouded at the edges and she felt extremely woozy. Her heart thundered in her throat, her mind reeled at this new piece of information.
Twelve years had gone by? For more than a decade those bastards at Antigen had imprisoned Michael and her. Truthfully, it was barely a blink of her immortal life, more like months in her long lifespan.
I should have seen it coming Selene thought, putting it all together. The subtle differences in the city's geography, the enhanced technology, even the change in clothing styles.
The guard's walkie-talkie beeped. "Attention all units. Code three call, receiving a call about an assault. Exit 39 underpass. Proceed with caution. Possible non-human aggressor attack. All area units respond".
Selene's ears pricked at this. Michael was still out there, probably feeling just as confused and lost as her. The humans marked him as their prime target, in the end it did not matter how long had passed, this incident was a mere bump in their lives. What did it matter when they had more time than mortals could ever dream of?
Following the police sirens, Selene perched herself in a corner, high above the ground, easily concealed from the humans below.
There was a crime scene investigation set up where a man was found, mauled to death. Her superhuman hearing also picked up the detective's name. A man in his thirties, detective Sebastian was a man with presence. The rest of the cops made a path so that he could inspect the body. He had his reservations about the attack, unsure of whether it was a Lycan attack. Apparently in had been years since the last reported Lycan attack.
So.. nothing is what it seems. Well I guess I'll have to pay a visit to my dear friend.
Selene jumped down from the ledge. Her new objective? Track down a scientist to return a favor. Sneaking into a police car, she accessed the mainframe and used the company directory to find the man she was looking for. Storing his address into her memory, she made her way downtown, once again completely oblivious to the tall, handsome youth following her.
The apartment was empty when Selene arrived, so she hid and waited. When the scientist that had released her back at Antigen returned, Selene attacked. She grabbed him at his throat and pushed him against the window. They were more than 10 stories high; it would not be wise for him to irk her.
"Prisoner that helped me escape, the one you call Subject Two. Was it a hybrid?" she insisted, holding her breath.
"Yes" the man choked out.
"What were you doing with us?"
"We-we help the government identify the infected. We were using your genes to try to find a cure"
Lies she hissed.
"You were told that I would lead you to the hybrid. Why?"
"I d-d-don't know! Subject Two is restricted information, I don't have the clearance!"
"You're lying," replied Selene coldly, punctuating each word with a push towards the cracking glass until it gave way and the man was left hovering in the air. Today was definitely not the day to mess with Selene and this poor mortal was on the receiving end of all her vengeance.
The man screamed, gripping her hand in a futile attempt to plead his case.
" Please! All I know is that there is some kind of connection between you two. Your brain waves are in sync, whenever you are close to each other, you can see thru each other's eyes!" he cried out, clawing at her hand.
"No! Please! I'm the one who let you go," he implored once more.
But there was no mercy in Selene's azure eyes. "Now we're even". Not the slightest bit guilty, she let the man fall to his death. He went screaming. She flew gracefully thru the air. He landed on a car, his body rupturing into pieces until all that was left was a bloodied mess. She landed smoothly at the same time, her body unharmed, her will strong.
Walking away from the crime scene, Selene was once again assaulted by visions not her own. Michael was panicking, running back and forth along the abandoned alleys only to be cut off by the police. They forced him into the sewers and then the connection was lost.
This time Selene was prepared. Welcoming the visions, she readily sprang into action at the sight of the same police car that chased Michael.
A couple of meters in front of her lay the entrance to some underground tunnels. Slipping inside, she grabbed her gun out of its holster.
Stepping into the murky water, Selene sensed that something was in there with her, moving through the tunnels. Sure enough a group of Lycans appeared, too busy in their pursuit of something else to pay any attention to the handsome youth who happened to turn right into Selene's eager gun.
"Don't," he said, placing his hands up.
"Why not?" Selene didn't trust anyone, never have and never will.
"Because we are the same". His eyes turned a light blue, confirming his status as a vampire. Selene did not lower her gun.
"Why are you following me?"
"We monitor these frequencies," he replied.
"We?" asked Selene, curiosity gnawing her instincts.
"You know what attacked that human back there? Under the bridge?"
Michael? Another enemy? Vampire?
"No"
No, hearing the guttural growls of the Lycans, Selene had her answer.
"Lycans," she vehemently hissed.
"What remains of them yes. They've been hiding here like rats ever since the Purge," he explained.
"Diseased and starving they don't show themselves above ground. Which means that something has gotten them round up. Something you're not telling me".
The kid was smart, but there was no way Selene was about to trust this vampire yet. Instead she turned her attention (and gun) towards the sound of the Lycans.
Gasping as another vision numbed her senses, Selene saw the Lycans clearly, as if….as if they were right in front of her!
"Michael!"
Praying she was not too late, adrenaline pumped fast into her body. Just around the corner lay the man she loved. Shooting down the three Lycans, she slowly approached the end of the dark corridor.
Fully expecting the handsome American, nothing could have prepared Selene for what she encountered instead.
There was no Michael, those visions were not from his eyes. As if in a trance, Selene cautiously approached the tiny being, huddled on the floor.
It was a little girl, no older than twelve, dressed in a white hospital suit. She had long raven hair. Her lips were full and her eyes.
No…..impossible.