Disclaimer: I only own Jason, Sarah, and Alex, the Death Dealer Daniel isn't really mine because…well Death Dealers come from Underworld, so yeah.

Authors note: Lycans!!! Thank you for the reviews, they keep the story going! And for those of you who don't know who Singe is, he is the Lycan Lab Guy, the doctor who mix's Michaels blood and all that.

Jason woke with the most terrible headache of his life. And for somebody who drank so much he no longer got hangovers, that was saying something. He raised his throbbing head lazily off of his, his…bicep and glanced up. He was hanging with his arms above his head, held up and together by chains.

Jason raised an eyebrow and wriggled his wrist a bit in the tight shackles before glancing down at his tip toes touching the icky stone floor beneath him. Well this was comfy. Glancing around the room there was…shredded plastic covering the door…frame. This place made his crappy apartment look kingly. Mold, mildew, and all kinds of other unknown organisms seemed to be growing off the walls. Was he still in the sewer? Was this gonna end up some weird mass murderer killing or something? Thinking back Jason tried to remember if he had seen anything in the papers lately about killings…

Singe pushed apart the curtain as he walked in to the 'patient' section of his lab, raising an eyebrow at his newly awakened subject.

"How's your head?" He asked, his accent coming through as he walked over to one of his mixing tables to dump out the blood of the last captured Corvin. He had been of no use and was currently feeding all the starving lycans in the lower tunnels. Jason raised an eyebrow at the dumped…glass…of…blood? And then glanced from the forty year old in front of him to the chains holding his body off the ground. Jason gave a smirk at the shackles.

"Kinky." Was his only reply, making Singe's eyes widen. Licking his lips, Jason looked back at the man and smirked, giving his wrist another twist in the shackles. It hurt, really, having all your body weight rest on your wrist. Jason licked his lips again, noticing how dry they were. And coated in something that tasted like iron. Ah, must be blood from when he hit his head.

Singe took a deep breath and chose to ignore the humans comment. It wasn't his human any how, not his to do test on not his to watch so Lucian could deal with this…deviant.

Shaking his head, Singe turned to walk back out of the lab.

Jason's eyes widened as soon as he was gone. He could play it cool, but it was a little freaky. I mean, besides the obvious, being hung up by chains in a sewer and hearing people all around you, plus, having blood being poured out next to you. He didn't know what the blood or anything was for but it was just a bit unnerving. But Jason did stay calm, because he was hanging from shackles in a sewer, he wasn't going to scream and annoy the people, what ever their intentions might be, he wasn't going to do anything to provoke them into violence.

Lucian stepped through the curtain a moment later to observe the human. The vampires scent was fainter now than when Raze had first taken him to Lucian, but it still lingered, making his eye twitched as he stared at Jason.

Jason stared back at the man with long hair. This guy was furry all over, in a cute since though. Was he the main guy here? He seemed to hold himself above…like some kind of leader or stuck up person, but he didn't dress or appear to be anyone stuck up. Jason squinted at him as he tried to figure him out off of appearance, which is never a good thing.

Lucian stared back with the same unchanging expression. There was only one way to get inside someone's mind and know their memories, their blood. He didn't want to bite the human because if this was one of the Vampires pets a Lycan bite would ruin all possibilities of a spy.

Finally, Lucian looked away and glanced around for one of Singe's syringes. He would take Jason's blood like that. Lucian brushed passed Jason as he went into the main lab to search through the drawers for the syringe.

Jason blinked as he herd the man rattling things in the drawer. This was starting to get more and more odd and a little more unnerving. He licked his lips as the man he once though to be cute now got a little imposing as he approached with a needle. Jason's eyebrows came together in confusion and slight anger.

Lucian raised his head and stared very steadily at him.

"I am about to take a blood sample. It wont take long and shall hurt slightly. Stay calm for me now, please." With that, he reached a hand to Jason's neck to find his jugular.

He hung their passively, knowing the probable reaction once the man saw the terrible scar that covered that side of his neck. Lucian did see it and he did pause, he paused and stared at it for a long moment.

It was just a human that had thrown absolutely no fit so far. But then again it always was the quiet ones. He didn't seem like he'd run if he let him down so he could safely remove blood from his arm. He didn't want to go through the scar tissue, that was just cruel. Shifting his jaw, Lucian pulled back slightly to look at Jason.

Jason stared back as steadily as Lucian had stared at him. There was no fear, just a slight anger and confusion. He took a deep breath before stepping back.

"I'm going to let you down so I can draw the sample from your arm, I will not penetrate the scar tissue."

Jason blinked but nodded thankfully as the man grabbed the other part of the chain with one arm and lead him down. Jason himself was certainly no weakling, but he could not lift another person, with shackles, with one hand. He was now staring at this man in awe.

The shackles now hung loosely at his side as he stood their, his arms being weighed down by them, but the man pulled him a chair and he sat in it, thankful of the armrest, even if they were slim and metal like the rest of the chair.

This place really looked like some kind of underground hospital. What was it? An old hospital? Maybe from war days or something? He would glance around more but he wanted to keep an eye on the man with the needle. Jason had a couple tattoos himself and had no fear of needles, or getting blood drawn, as long as he knew where that blood was going and what it was used for. He had seen the needle being unpackaged and everything so at least he knew it was clean.

Lucian stood in front of him now and waited patiently. The human had been hanging from his arms, there would be no blood in them for a little while. He knew though that Singe had been slightly insulted by him and wasn't going to volunteer to watch him and Raze and most of the pack had never been particularly kind to humans, leaving only him to stay in here and watch him.

Finally he turned and sat down, glancing back at the human sitting across from him.

"What's your name?" He asked in a calm voice.

The voice was smooth, almost honey toned, or as honey toned as a mans could get and it made Jason blink before he rose an eyebrow and smirked slightly, his still shackled wrist going to rub at the pain on his forehead.

"Jason. Yours?"

The man blinked at him for a moment, as if deciding to tell him his name.

Should he tell the human his name? If he wanted this human to come back to them and give reports on the blood coven he was going to need him to trust him, but he didn't want him saying his name at any point that wasn't underground. He'd went through a good deal of pain to be presumed dead, he didn't want to loose all that work. Finally, he took a deep breath.

"Lucian."