Selene opens the door to lab. Her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. She turns on the swinging lamp. A body is lying on the table. His chest is still. "No!" Selene cries rushing over to the table. Michael's eyes are shut. Fresh wounds are strewn across his skin. Selene presses her ear to his sternum listening for something earth shattering.
Her eyes stray to the window. It is dark outside, a handful of stars sprinkled here and there. Her fingers trace his profile from the middle of his forehead, over the bridge of his nose, and down the contours of his full lips. Tears land over the tops of his lids. Moonlight breaks through the night clouds
then shines through the window. The lunar pool falls over Michael. "You'd be turning right now if it wasn't for me. We should have left faster and now…" Selene sobs pressing a kiss to his frozen lips.
Michael shifts under her; she presses harder against him. And his arms come around her holding her to his chest. "Selene..."
She looks up and gasps. Michael's face deforms, his features rearranging. She pulls away as they come into place. She knows who he is. "Vincent," She murmurs sliding off of the table.
"No… don't go," He reaches for her, grabbing at her sleeve.
"Don't touch me!" Her voice dangerously low as she wrenches her arm free from his grasp.
Vincent snatches at his chest from the excruciating pain. His breathing comes in short spurts. "I love you…" His voice is dying.
Selene reaches into the collar of his suede jacket; her fingers graze against something cold and metallic. Her fingers wrap around the cursed amulet and she tugs sharply, causing the chain to break around his neck. "This," She seethes shoving it in front of his face, "does not constitute what love is. You can't masquerade love." Hastily snatching the gun from her back pocket, she presses the nose of it to Vincent's forehead. "Now tell me. Where's Michael?"
"He'll be dead by the time you find him," Vincent smirks evilly.
"Well if you won't tell me," Selene dives down towards his neck, lips parted in a deadly kiss, "maybe your blood will…"