Selene and Mick came back to her house and the scene of the shooting. Michael was already there and lifted up the police tape. Selene rapidly filled him in on all the details about Mick.
"Can we trust him? He is a vampyre after all." Michael whispered.
Mick said."I can hear better than you think. I'm just surprised at your reaction to the sunlight ma'am. I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
"It's Selene. This is my mate Michael. The other two people are Rachel and Gabriel. They are lycans. Werewolves. My reaction to the sun is because like any vampyre, I used to burn in the sun. You don't, obviously, so you wouldn't know about hiding from the daylight for six centuries."
"Vampires only burn from flame, not the sun. You must be a different breed of vampire then."
"There are different breeds of vampires?" Gabriel asked.
"Evidently. If you do not burn in the sun and have a greater allergy to silver than the traditional vampires (Selene had been filled in on the different type of vampire Mick was and then she had filled in Michael and the others. Also she gave Mick a quick lesson on the covenanted European vampires) then Selene is a newly created type of vampire then there are three. And two types of werewolves; one called lycan and the other brutish ones just plain werewolves." Michael said.
"And we're looking for a vampire?" Mick asked.
"Yes we are. His name is Damien. We used to be… not what you would call friends but we did not fight or argue. He was assigned, I assume, by the vampire Regent Kraven to kill Michael and most likely myself."
Mick stopped and examined the ground in front of him. The asphalt was sprinkled with blood. He quickly calculated the healing time of the new lycans, judging from the amount of blood in relation to the type of wound. He found that it was a minute or two slower than his own, and Michael's a touch faster. Mick could smell the different types of immortals and then in addition to the smells of his new clients another immortal smell one that he hadn't encountered yet. He assumed that it was the shooter's, Damien's.
He sped off into the night following the scent trail after leaving a word or two to Selene, and jumped in his car.