Author's note. Holy mother of the son god our lord. Soooo sorry for being this late. My computer crash and I was like, well, broke. And a bit lazy. Ok I was really lazy. Anyway here the next big chapter. As always please read and give me your thoughts. Thanks for all the support i've gotten so far, you guys are the tits.
Selene's pov
Focus, Focus, Focus, Block out all unnecessary things. The monotonous beat of the helicopters blades. The faint whispers of the almost hidden fears of the soldiers that have swore their very lives to this cause. The slight trepidation of my own pounding heart. I must block it all out. For none of it has a place it what is about to ensue. The magazine has been loaded, the safety removed, the hammer cocked and sights trained to target. Now all that remained was to squeeze the trigger. Squeeze the trigger and release bullet that would blown a hole through the heart of humanity's reign.
And that bullet is going to be a demonstration that will hold the entire world's attention. However bullet will be nothing more than a distraction. So as to blind humanity from noticing the tank shell we have aimed straight up their asses. Now this is where the real problem lies. How do you hold the collective focus of an entire planet? Quiet easily actually... you tell them a story. And for this of course one would need a worldwide stage, or at the very least, a source strong to broadcast your story on the same magnitude. And for that we plan on, um, commandeering the BBC world news headquarters.
"ETA six minutes, gear up and be ready to drop." The pilot announces over the intercom. Ah, finally we've arrived. I open my eyes and look at the person directly across from me, Michael. He smirks at me – he's lucky I love him so much, I'll still stab him for it, after the war. "You ready for this?" he asked me seriously and it feels like he's mostly trying to reassure himself. "Me, ready to throw my life into a war that will determine the future of my family and my race." I close my eyes and breathed in deeply. "I've been ready for centuries." I answered resolutely. He smiles and I know that I've said exactly what he wanted to hear. He stands and extends his hand to me, I take it and he pulls me into him. "Let's go give the world the bad news then shall we."
"Ok look alive people, this is it." I address our troops. A collection three vampires and three lycans forming three units of two. With Michael, Clarisse and I forming the main unit. "I'll revise the plan once more. Once we land on the roof, unit three, Amani and Mika will hold that location. Anything that approaches from the air you either turn it back or turn it to ash." They answered with a collective "yes sir." "Unit two, Dylan and Jeffery, your job is to destroy every exit. No one is to leave, got it. Every stairwell and every elevator, hell, take out the fireman's pole if they have one." Dylan raised an eyebrow at this. "Yeah I highly doubt that my lady." He said skeptically, I rolled my eyes a bit. "You get the point, if anyone tries to leave. You two are to make sure that they leave this world as well." they saluted arduously. "Unit one, Carla and Karla – I can never remember which one is which. You two will round up every other living soul in the building and hold them in the cafeteria. And no, you cannot eat any of them." I strongly emphasized and they groaned in unison. "As for me, Michael and Clarisse, we will take the news room. We owe the humans an interview."
We didn't bother landing the helicopter - disguised as a news copter. There was no need to. Instead we dropped from the copper a good two hundred feet in the air. Risky doing so in the middle of the day I know. But that was kinda the point of it. Being spotted doing it would only benefit our cause. I signalled Unit three to secure the roof and they sprang into action. Catching the munitions payload dropped from the copter still above us. "Unit two was in action the moment we entered the building. Already setting charges on the stairwell so that no one could gain access to or from the roof, unless you had superhuman reflexes that is. As soon as we hit the top floor unit one began their part of the op, they shot the first person – a portly looking fellow with an obvious hairpiece – to make their point. The point was well received.
"Excuse me, could you please direct us to the news room. We have a very important interview today." Michael said sweetly to a young woman clearly on the verge of pissing herself, or passing out, or both. The poor woman could only nod out of fear. "Excellent, could you lead the way then." He asked and she led us to where we requested with all the grace of a rusted robot. As we moved I couldn't help but to think of the kids. It was, painful, being so far away from them. Not being there to protect them myself. The mother within me and the cold hearted warrior within me now seemed to be in constant conflict. And of course, almost by some form of magic, Michael sensed my internal turmoil.
"I know dear, I know." He took my hand again. "It pains me as well. In fact it's taking quite a bit of effort to not turn around and run to them. But remember, what we're about to do, every heinous act we're about to commit." He didn't look at me, only straight forward, only toward the future. "We do it for them." He said it with such defined resolution that it completely blew away my fears. How silly of me, becoming fearful and forgetting just who it was that stood at my side. "Yes, you're quite right." Leave it to Michael to find a way to make me smile in the face of an impending war. At this moment, we arrived at the news room, and with perfect timing as well.
For at that particular moment came the telltale sounds of multiple explosions. Signalling the fact that this building was now completely sealed off.
We watched as the first emotions rolled across the humans faces. Shock and confusion, immediately followed by fear. I turned to Clarisse and nodded. She answered my unspoken command with a feral grin. She made her way to the broadcasting booth and sunk her fangs into the neck of the first person she saw. After she had had her fill – making sure not to drain the man dry- she turned to the now petrified room. "I really hope that guy wasn't important. Now then you pathetic pieces of human waste, you have only one job. Keep this news feed rolling, to everywhere." Once she had their, um, cooperation. She gave me the thumbs up sign, along with a blood soaked smile. Dear me, must she always be so flamboyantly brazen.
The anchorman and anchorwoman were quite brave, or at the very least they tried to be. I'm sure that their first impression was along the lines of a terrorist attack. However they soon realized that the true situation was far more severe. As we entered the room the news anchor rose shakily to his feet, sweat beading at his temples. I hate his type the most. Humans with a saviour complex, thinking they can always be the voice of reason. "Now listen whoever you people are. I'm sure that wh-" Michael didn't let him finish. Appearing before the wide eyed man within a second, grabbing him by the right side of the head.
Then proceeding to slam the left side of his face into the table with enough force to produce a cracking sound. Weather it was his skull or the table that the sound came from, I'm not sure. The woman wisely gave up her seat at the sight of my approach. The sight of her co-star crumpling to the floor seemed to dissuade her of any heroic notions. As we took our seats, Michael made a show of throwing out the old news reports. Then looking straight into the camera and giving it my winning smile I announced.
"Good evening humanity. We interrupt your previously secluded program to bring you breaking news. As of today. The beginning of humanity's end... Has begun.
At the UN world leaders summit
A technician boldly ran onto stage in the middle of the Russian president's address. Suffice it to say the president was not too happy in the least. And had the young man not looked ready to shit himself he would have most likely been shot on the spot. Every delegate in attendance looked on with outrage as the young man then proceeded to push the Russian president out of the way to get to the microphone. "Holy shit, he just pulled a Kanye." Shouted the Israel delegate in shock. "EVERYONE LISTEN, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME." Screamed the young man into the mic. "I now that I'm over stepping my bounds here and I don't care. This is too important; you all need to hear this. I've just received a disturbing text from my cousin who works at the BBC world news headquarters. The entire building has been overrun by monsters, and not just one, but both species.
Well, that got everyone to shut up, if only for a moment at least. It went from total silence to total uproar so fast the difference could have given one whiplash. The jumbled screams of world leaders made it damn near impossible to understand even a single word spoken.
"What the hell is the meaning of this?"
"Is this some kind of a joke?"
"Explain yourself; do you have any more information than that?"
These were only some of what the young man was able to recognise. The rest might as well have been background noise. "Look all he could say was that they destroyed the exits and rounded up everyone. And their planning something, something big, some kinda message they want to send." With that he turned the large display screen to the BBC network. Just time to see a beautiful young woman – she couldn't be more that 20 years old – say with a beautiful smile. That the end humanity has begun.
Back to Selene pov
"Honey, don't you think that's a little too heavy to begin with." Michael said lightly to me. Hmm, maybe it was just a bit too heavy for an opener. He continued. "At the very least we should introduce ourselves first should we not? Greetings everyone, my name is Michael Corvinus and to my left, my beautiful wife Selene. And it is with a heavy heart that I regret to inform you that what she has stated just earlier is true. You see we a not humans, haven't been for quite a while now." he spoke with light airs at first, but then his mood shifted. "I was pulled into this life, into a war that like most you. I had no idea was being waged all around me, a war between two supernatural forces. Vampires, and Lycans."
I was fairly confident that if humanity hadn't been paying attention before, they sure as hell were now. Which is precisely want we wanted. No doubt the police were mobilizing now. We probably had twenty minutes max before the building was surrounded, which is yet another part of our plan. "Know I know that this is a lot to take in at once. So I'll start at the beginning. From the very first immortal, my forefather, a man named Alexander Corvinus." I watched the faces of the mortals as Michael told them of our Origins. The rise of Alexander, the birth of his sons and their creation of vampires and lycans, the imprisonment of William and my family's own involvement in it. I saw a woman in the broadcasting booth go wide eyed when she realized just how old I truly was. I smirked a bit at that.
"And that brings me to where I meet Selene for the first time, standing on a subway platform, dressed in all black and utterly captivating. I couldn't look away from her. That is until the shooting started." Michael said as he gazed at me, bringing the story to when we had first meet that faithful night. Huh, Faith, a word I thought I'd abandoned centuries ago. "As it so turned out, I was being hunted. Not by her or the vampires no, but by lycans. You see I'm somewhat unique, meaning I possess very ancient genetic trait. Remember earlier in my story I mentioned a third son who was not born with the active immortal gene as his bothers. Instead he led a mortal life, the immortal gene lying dormant within his blood. Passed from father to son, down through the ages, until it finally, reached, me.
I knew that by now most of the world had to be glued to their TV screens. Just as we planned them to be. Meanwhile the alpha and beta squads prepared to hit the UN summit. "Here we go boys and girls, we got company. The boys in blue have finally decided to join this party," reported Mika from the roof. "Yep I see um, and it looks like they brought a lot of fireworks with them." Dylan reported from unit 2 who were positioned in the lobby. "Ma'am, some of the hostages are starting to get a little bold, permission to eat two of them, please." Came Carla of unit 1, of was it Karla. I quickly relayed my orders. "Units 3 and 2, no one is allowed into this building, not yet, shoot on sight. As for unit 1, I'll allow it this once. Oh and throw the bodies through a window, let's show everyone outside that we mean business."
Michael was looking at me with an eyebrow raised after I finished giving my orders. "Something wrong dear? Why'd you order the twins to throw someone through a window?" he questioned. "Not necessarily. One of the hostages is apparently feeling heroic. So they wanted to know if they could eat him. However since they hate sharing meals they wanted to eat two of them. So I figured it was the perfect opportunity to make a statement." I stated as he looked at me in amusement. No doubt the world would be looking on in horror. "So I take it that the police have arrived, hence the order just now." he implied. "Yep, so we might want to wrap this little interview up now. It's time."
He's eyes lost the amusing light instantly. "So it would seem." He took a heavy breath. "Very well, let's get's this show on the road."
"Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. The young and the old. The healthy and the sick." His voice seethed with barley restrained rage. His eyes going black to match. "What is about to befall you all is not without reason. It is not without right and certainly it is not unprovoked. You started this war twelve years ago. When the veil that hid our world from yours disappeared with the death of Alexander." His claws dug into the surface of the table. "Once humanity came to realise we actually existed among you, did you seek peace. No, you did not. Humanity decided that we were monsters. Unfit to live alongside you. And you attempted to purge us, to destroy us, to erase us. What gave you the fucking right?"
"What, because your God condemns us. Because we can do all that you can do you and yet more than you. Or is it simply because for the first time. You are the prey instead of the predator." He spoke with flat lethality. "Humanity has always held the belief that it and it alone will be the dominant species of this world. That you could take whatever you wished and crush any other species that dare defy you. After all, you had superior intelligence and opposable thumbs. However, Twelve years ago you realized that you were horribly, utterly wrong. You discovered that hidden right among you was a species that was not just as smart, but faster, stronger, and immortal. And the worse of your fears was also realized, that you, to this super race, were the hunted."
"So you tried to wipe us out. You slaughtered our men, our women, and, and." He was choking, so heavy was his anger and his next words.
"And our children," I finished for him. "We tried to escape the first purge, but we were captured. Cryogenically frozen and experimented on." I continued. "We weren't aware of the second purged, nor to the fact that I had given birth during my captivity. And when we awoke we hardly recognised this world. In the twelve years that we have been asleep. Humanity has hunted our species to near extinction. And that, we cannot, we will never forgive." Michael reached over to hold my trembling hand. I drew a deep breath. "I now have a family, something I had lost over six hundred years ago. And no one not humanity, or your devil, or even your god is going to take them from me again. What you have done to us, what you have taken from us. What took you twelve years to accomplish I can promise you, won't take us more than two." Michael took my hand in his, his eyes signalling to something we had rehearsed for this very moment.
"Make no mistake; this will not be a war. That would imply you have some chance of winning." I spoke first.
"Nor can you call it genocide. That quite frankly would be putting it mildly." Came Michael after me, but together we declared in unison.
The words that every non-human race was lying in waiting for, the starting shot.
"This will be Humanity's, Extinction."
TBC