Michael lost his concentration, and gave William the opportunity to shove Michael on his back onto the floor. Michael was briefly dazed, and William grabbed Michael by the arm and flung him into and through the wall. Michael quickly got bearings of his surroundings and sprang up.
He was in some kind of a room where there was magma-like liquid. What is this place? Suddenly, one of Lucian's memories pulled Michael from reality.
"Here's the ammo retrieved from the fallen Death Dealers from tonight." Raze said, carrying the guns.
"Good," Lucian said, "Throw them in."
Raze nonchalantly tossed the guns into the molten liquid, watching them burn almost as quickly as they were tossed in.
Lucian and Raze stepped back as bullets began to fire from the lava.
Michael was yanked forcibly back into reality. The molten liquid, he realized was used to dispose of the vampires' ammo after they had died. This provided comfort, on some level, and was a bit of a celebration for killing a vampire in the Lycan's eyes.
William's cacophonous roar reminded Michael of why he was there in the first place.
Tucking in his head, William rammed through the wall and tackled Michael. Michael grabbed William and swung him – directly into the molten liquid behind him.
Howling in indescribable pain, torment, and anguish, William disappeared in the liquid.
One down, one more to go.
Selene wasn't breathing. She looked so pitiful, lying on the ground with a gaping hole where her heart used to beat, another right next to it. That's my revenge, bitch. Kill me, I'll kill you right back. If only Michael had been here, too. That would've been better, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
Marcus followed William's scent. He followed it all the way to some weird pit of molten lava. He saw scratch marks on the pavement, and they looked as if they were made from a Lycan. But this was where the scent ended. Marcus realized what must have occurred. William, no! Marcus felt an unexplainable rage filling his body. I can't live without you! There's no reason to go on! Marcus took a deep breath. Yes there is. Marcus realized. MICHAEL.
Now following Michael's scent, he realized he was going back the way he came. He walked faster, and found Michael kneeling over Selene's body. He was sobbing. A part of Marcus told him to attack now, but he decided to stay put.
He listened harder.
Weeping, Michael ran his hand up and down her cheek. "No, no no… noo…"
He was hugging her tightly. Michael's body shook, as he trembled and sobbed. It would have been a heartbreaking scene. But not for Marcus.
"Aww, Michael. Poor, poor Michael, are you okay? She wasn't ready to go, was she?" Marcus's voice had a mocking, sarcastic tone.
Michael gently put Selene down and glared at Marcus. His voice was bitter and resentful. "You bastard. How dare you—"
"How dare you?! You kill my brother and I and I am supposed to sympathize with you and you three-day LOVER?!"
"I loved Selene more than you loved William your entire life!"
"Stop speaking!"
"If you really loved your brother, you would have let him go, like your father!"
"I have no father. My father–"
"Your father was twice the man you could ever hope to be! Your father was wiser during the last moments of his life than you ever were your whole life! And William is dead because of you! Not me, not Selene, and certainly not your father!"
"Now, you listen–"
"No! You listen! I have had it with being told to listen to everyone! You listen to me! You killed Selene for something that was entirely your fault! You KILLED HER!"
Michael broke down, sobbing. Marcus was eerily silent. Michael was still sobbing as he spoke to Marcus. "I didn't even get to know her. I don't know what her favorite color is, I don't know whether she prefers cloned blood or regular. I don't even know when her birthday is! I would have, but you, YOUtook her from me!"
Marcus continued to stare at Michael as he continued to sob.
It was all black. Not that Selene minded, her favorite color was, after all, black. Strangely, there was no pain, no fear, no doubt. There was confusion – yes, plenty of confusion, but not much else. There was quiet. At least, it was quiet, until she heard a voice yelling, a voice that sounded like Michael's. Michael! Suddenly, the urge to wake up, to do something was too strong to resist. Her eyes snapped open.
Marcus bent over to pick up a large pole that had detached from the wall. He approached Michael. How dare he accuse him of those things? He was a mere baby by immortal, even mortal standards. Infuriated and in a homicidal mood, he was just about to strike when something tackled him from behind. What the fuck?!
Suddenly, whoever tackled him began to punch relentlessly at his face. After multiple punches had come down on his face to the point of where Marcus began to black out, the person grabbed Marcus by the throat and shoved him into the wall. Then, faster than lightning, this person picked up the pole that Marcus had been planning to use on Michael from the ground. And as quick as this all happened, the pole was shoved through Marcus's head. Before the darkness swallowed Marcus, he finally saw who this person was. It was Selene. That bitch…
Taking a deep breath, Selene stepped away from Marcus's limp body. She slowly turned around to face Michael. His face read emotions of shock, delight, and vast happiness.
"Selene." Michael marveled.
Selene walked into Michael's open arms and embraced her.
They shared a kiss that seemed to last a lifetime.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well, I finally finished. I'm hoping to get an epilogue out before the New Year, but don't get your hopes up. Until then, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter! Thank you so much for reading, and please leave a little comment on what you thought about my last chapter!
KATEB19