By the time Michael, Wyatt, Kahn, and three other Death Dealers got to the cellar, Chris and Selene were gone. The cellar, however, was not empty.

Tyrell was there.

Michael had had enough. He had just missed Selene, and he knew this because he could smell their scent. He slammed Tyrell into the wall.

"Whoa, whoa, Michael, calm down." Kahn knew that if they hybrid didn't watch it, Ty wasn't going to live long enough to give up where Chris was holding Selene.

Michael did calm down. He still held Ty against the wall, but not as firmly. "How much should I bet that you know where Chris and Selene are?"

"How much should you bet that I don't give a shit where your woman is?"

Michael's fingernails grew into sharp claws, which dug into Ty's flesh. The Lycan yelled in pain, but Michael didn't seem to notice. He began to change into his hybrid form.

"Hey! Hey!" Now it was Wyatt's turn to try and calm down Michael.

Kahn and Wyatt both pulled Michael from tearing Ty apart.

Kahn pinned Michael against the wall, all the while keeping an eye on Ty.

Wyatt spoke. "Michael, if you kill Ty, we will never find Selene or Chris. And if Kahn and I have to keep calming you down, when we do find them, it might be too late. I know you don't want that, but if you keep this shit up, it will. Okay?"

Michael took a deep breath. "Yeah."

Kahn let Ty go. "Where is Selene," Michael asked, much more calm now.

Ty wouldn't speak.

Kahn picked up one of the sharp scalpel-like utensils on the table. It was curiously coated with fresh blood; it smelled like Selene's. He held the handle and stabbed Ty on his thigh with the sharp end. Ty shrieked in pain, but Kahn just stuck it in deeper.

"Where is Selene?!"

Ty still would not speak. Boy, Kahn thought, for a Lycan believed to be a useless coward, he's proving to be far from it!

Wyatt picked up another utensil, but this one resembled a pair of scissors more than a scalpel. Regardless, Wyatt used it like a knife and stabbed it in the middle of his stomach. Ty gasped in pain, but still would not speak.

When Michael asked again and Ty denied answering once again, Michael grew his fingernails into claws. He wasn't looking forward to torturing Ty, but if it was what it took to get Selene back, he would do it.

"I don't even know why I'm keeping you alive, bitch," Chris said to Selene.

"So you think I might?"

Chris shook his head. "Still talking back, huh?"

He pulled out a knife from his pocket and made a long but shallow cut along her cheek. "Haven't learned yet, Selene?"

She did not flinch. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Tell me, Selene," Chris said as he wiped off her blood on his shirt. "Do you still believe Michael will save you?"

"Yes."

"You're foolish." Chris grabbed Selene's face in his fingers and roughly pulled it closer to his. "Listen to me, Selene. He will never find you. He probably gave up, already. Why don't you?"

Selene stared right into his eyes. "Michael would never give up. We love each other. Love. I know you have never felt it for anyone, and no one's felt it for you, and that must be damn lonely. But you know what else love does for you? It gives you hope. I have hope. You don't. Is that why you're 'torturing' me, Chris? Are you trying to get rid of my hope?"

Chris didn't answer. He just turned his back to her and walked away.

Selene couldn't help but blurt out, "It must suck to not only lack hope, but courage!"

"Where is Selene?!" No answer – again.

"You know what? I am sick of this!" Wyatt picked up the pair of scissors that he had used before to stab Ty in the stomach. He opened up the blades, and held them near his penis, which was covered in blood from other wounds. "Is Chris worth your dick, Ty? Huh? IS HE?!"

Ty began to whimper, in spite of his best efforts not to. Was Chris worth it?

"I'll tell! I'll tell! I swear, just… please, don't…" Ty was on the verge of tears, and Michael couldn't really blame him.

"Where are they?" Kahn's voice contained no emotion. Geez, no wonder why Selene had almost no emotion when I met her. If I had to live like this for 600 years, I'd be devoid of emotion, too! He was surprised, now, that Selene was as emotional as she was. Michael must've had a pretty big impact on her.

"They're in Los Ángeles."

"Los Angeles," Michael asked.

"I'm confused," Kahn stated, confirming that Los Angeles was a pretty big stretch. Ty was obviously lying…

"Not the city," Wyatt said, "it's a smaller building behind the mansion. Some of the Death Dealers like to camp out behind Los Dios in Los Ángeles after missions."

"Oh," Michael and Kahn said at the same time.

"She's probably dead by now," Ty said quietly.

"I don't give a shit about what you want to happen," Michael snapped.

"I don't want it to happen. I never wanted it to get this far; if anything, I wanted that damn peace treaty. Chris was the one that wanted to continue this damn war! Thing is, he's got a bad temper. If Selene pushes her luck – which she probably will, knowing Selene – Chris'll kill her."

"With what? Los Ángeles doesn't have any weapons in it," Wyatt noted.

"With a poison. It's one we'd been working on for years. It was how we were gonna kill the Elders, but we've never tested it on a vampire. We've tested it on Lycans that were traitors, but never vampires. If my theory is right, however, it will work quicker and more painfully for Selene. That is, if Chris does decide to use it."

"What does it do," Michael asked.

"It's a very cruel way to die. It starts paralyzing the body slowly, from the bottom of it up. Then it starts shutting down the body's organs, until finally, the brain and heart shuts down last. For a Lycan, it takes about 20 minutes to run its course. But usually, vampires die in half the time of Lycans when it comes to poisons. Which means, from the moment Chris injects it into Selene—"

"—she has 10 minutes to live," Michael finished ominously.

"Exactly. Therefore, time is of the essence."

The six Death Dealers hastened to return to Los Dios before it was too late.

Chris returned to Selene.

"Tell me. What exactly is your plan?"

Chris did not answer.

"Kill me? Leave me here to starve? What?"

Chris shook his head. He pulled a vial from his pocket. "Poison work for you?"