Author's Note: We get a flashback in here that includes Sonja's death. It's a different version than what we saw in the movie or novelization, I'm just telling you now. The flashback is written in italics.

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Past Betrayals

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Alex watched with a certain satisfaction as Dante entered the room, Gavin and Razor following, the latter two carrying an unconscious form over their shoulder. Gavin had Lucian, Razor had Viktor. They walked over to the large glass covered room that contained the brute named Voorhees, which now had a large pane of glass separating Jason from another part of the chamber. In the empty chamber Gavin and Razor dropped the two hybrid bodies inside.

"So, what do we do now?" Gavin asked Alex. Alex didn't answer for a moment, as he walked up to the glass and stared at the bodies inside.  

"I got a call while you were gone; the buyers will arrive in three days. So, just hope nothing goes wrong until then." With that he turned and walked out of the room. Gavin and Razor looked at each other, shrugged, and followed, but Dante did not. Instead he opened the door where Razor and Gavin had dumped the bodies and walked inside the room, walking up to Lucian's body and kneeling in front of it.

"I wonder what makes you so special," Dante pondered to himself, before reaching inside his coat and pulling out a syringe. He raised Lucian's arm and pressed the needle into it, extracting some blood. Afterwards he walked out of the room and shut the door.

He looked at the syringe for a moment, until curiosity got the better of him. Unrolling his coat sleeve he stuck the needle into his own arm and injecting the blood in it. Nothing happened.

Dante scoffed to himself. Should have known this was a crock of shit… he thought as he tossed the syringe aside.

And then he yelled and clutched his stomach in pain. Something was happening inside his body…it was changing.

He raised one of his hands and watched as long claws sprouted as his hands began to grow, and his fingers elongated. He fell down on all fours and groaned as his muscles expanded, and his jaw began to stretch out, forming a long wolfish snout. And then there he lay, in full wolf form.

And then the transformation continued…in reverse, as his jaw stretched back, as did his hands. And then his brown eyes shot open, now pitch black.

***

"What the hell was that?" Gavin asked Alex, who looked towards the door where Voorhees, Viktor, and Lucian were being held. He walked towards it, with Razor and Gavin following.

They walked inside, and instantly backed up.

Dante lay on the floor, panting heavily. After a moment he rose to his feet and faced them, his muscles rippling under the now dark silver-colored skin. His fingers, now tipped with long claws, twitched in anticipation. His skin tightened over his ribcage, which was now almost twice as large as before. His face still looked mostly human, with the exception of the skin color, the fangs, and the black eyes.  

For a moment no one moved, they just stared at each other. And then, the transformation reversed; the claws disappeared, the fangs shortened, the eyes and skin reverted to their normal color.

Dante looked at the trio, and then he threw his head to the ceiling and let loose with a loud laugh. "GODDAMN, WHAT A RUSH!!" He crowed before lowering his head and grinning at the group before walking towards them. They let him pass, as he walked out of the room.

Razor moved foreword and picked up the syringe, and then looking at the room, he started to walk towards it.

"Razor, what are you doing!?" Alex yelled at him. Razor looked at him.

"I'm going to get some of his blood." But before Alex could protest, a groan filled the room as Lucian slowly got off the floor, as did Viktor.

Alex looked at Razor, who shrugged. "Never mind."

***

"LET ME GO!"

Selene and the rest of the group were at Gabriel's apartment. After the attack on the street, she and Michael had taken Sonja's unconscious body there. After explaining the situation, Gabriel had called everyone else they knew, and Sonja had woken up just as everyone had gotten there. And when she remembered what had happened, she wasn't very happy.

She was now being held back by Gabriel and Raziel, as she was trying to get to the door so she could go out and find Lucian and bash in the skulls of the people who kidnapped him and her father.

"Sonja…" before Raziel could continue she stamped down on his foot before smashing Gabriel in the face with an open palm. She moved toward the door and Gabriel was already there. He backhanded her, knocking her to the ground.

Everyone stopped talking at that. Sonja looked up at Gabriel with confusion, as she rubbed her jaw from the blow.

"Going out there now to try and find him is pointless," Gabriel began when Sonja rose to her feet and walked towards the door but Gabriel stopped her again. "You don't know where he is, where to even start looking for him, and what is there with him."

Sonja rolled her eyes. "They were humans."

Gabriel nodded. "Alright, they were human. But, as I already said, you don't know where he is, and you don't even know if he's alive or not."

Less than a second later, Gabriel hit the ground, as pain flared up in his jaw where Sonja had just punched him. "DON'T SAY THAT!" she yelled as she glared down at him.

"Why not?" Gabriel replied as he rose to his feet. "Just tell me, why exactly would a group of humans be interested in Lucian for?"

"Military."

Everyone looked over at Damon, who was leaning against the corner, smoking a cigarette. "If I had to guess, they were probably soldier boys. Maybe they knew what he was, and took him for experiments or some shit like that; dissecting and such."

Sonja looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Gabriel. "He's not dead," she said after a moment, but her voice almost trembled, as if she believed him, but didn't want to admit it.

Gabriel nodded. "And again, why do you say that?"

Sonja just looked at him for a moment, and then she started to cry. Gabriel walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her to comfort her, as she buried her face in his shoulder, crying out of fear that her beloved was gone, for good.

***

Lucian slowly rose to his feet and glanced back and forth between Viktor, who had also woken up, and the group of men on the other side of the glass. Lucian snarled, his fangs sprouting as his eyes changed black, and he lunged.

A second later, he was thrown backwards by a burst of electricity. He hit the ground hard before rising to his feet and charging again, with the same result as before.

"I doubt that's going to work," Viktor said to him as he walked up and looked at the wall. He then turned his head and looked on the other side of the room where Voorhees stood, staring at the two hybrids.

"Well, well, well."

Viktor and Lucian's eyes widened in shock at the sound of the voice, as they looked at the section of the room where the three humans where a fourth man entered. "This is quite a surprise for me," Azrael said as he looked at the two. He looked at Lucian's shocked face, and smirked. "But then again, I suppose it's a surprise for you also. You thought I was dead, didn't you? Sorry to disappoint."

Lucian glared at him. "You're going to wish you were dead," he snarled, as seeing the lycan brought back some painful memories.

***

"She's what?"

Lucian, Raze, and Azrael were in a large room, talking in one of the corners, because there were several vampires in the room and they didn't want to attract their attention, but the vampires didn't really care.

"She's with child; my child," Lucian replied after a moment with a rather large smile. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and remembering when she had told him just one night ago.

"It's not going to end well."

Raze and Lucian both looked at Azrael, who had been silent up until now. "What do you mean?" Lucian asked.

Azrael shrugged. "I just get this feeling when things like this are mentioned, like something bad is about to happen," he replied.

Lucian nodded. "Well, if Viktor found out…" he stopped, and shook his head while closing his eyes. "No. I can't think like that."

Azrael nodded. "I understand. Well, I should go."

With that he turned and walked away from the other two lycans.

***

Night had fallen as Azrael moved through the hall towards Viktor's chamber. Two death dealers guarded the door with swords. They stopped him at the door.

"What are you going here?" one of them asked.

Azrael backed up. "Forgive me. I need to speak with Viktor about something. It will not take long."

The two death dealers looked at each other, nodded, and then opened the door, walking inside the room with Azrael following.

"What is this?" Viktor asked as the three entered the chamber. The two death dealers bowed.

"Forgive our intrusion, but this lycan says he has something to say to you," one of them said to the elder. Viktor paused and looked at Azrael. "Very well, what is it?"

Azrael walked foreword. "Viktor, I come here with some rather interesting information, that you need to hear." If Viktor was interested he wasn't showing it. "But before I give you this information, you must do something."

Viktor looked at the lycan as is he had gone insane, it almost sounded like he had given him an order. "What?" he asked after a moment.

"Give me my freedom."

Viktor almost burst out laughing at that, but instead he merely chuckled before turning his attention to the two death dealers. "Get this pathetic animal out of here."

As the two death dealers rose and walked over to Azrael before grabbing him and started to pull him out of the room, Viktor said, "There isn't any information that a lycan could give me that would be of any importance."

Azrael raised an eyebrow. "Not even if it concerned your daughter, and her unborn child?"

Viktor instantly froze, as did the two death dealers. The three looked at each other, and then at Azrael. After a moment Viktor walked over to the lycan.

"My daughter is pregnant?" he asked after a moment. Azrael nodded, and Viktor almost looked pleased at hearing this, and then he frowned. "It's Kraven's child isn't it?" he asked after a moment. Azrael shook his head. "Mason's?" he guessed. Azrael once again shook his head 'no'. "What about Soren?"

Azrael smiled. "I never said it was a vampire."

The second that came out of his mouth, Viktor's hand was wrapped around his throat, practically crushing it. Azrael gasped as his air supply was suddenly cut off. Viktor leaned in with pure venom in his eyes. "Don't you dare suggest that my daughter would allow a member of your filthy kind to touch her," she spat.

Azrael gasped. "I'm not suggesting it, I'm saying it," he said weakly. Viktor squeezed harder. "If you don't believe me, go to her chamber, and the lycan will most likely be there with her."

Viktor paused, and then let go of Azrael, who gasped, finally able to breath. "Now that I've given my information, you must…"

"Very well, I shall give you your freedom…if you are right about this. If you're not, I will kill you."

With that he turned and stormed out of the chamber, the two death dealers following. Azrael looked at the quickly disappearing trio, and quickly ran after them. He didn't want to miss this.

Once the trio neared the door to Sonja's bedroom Viktor smashed it open with his hand and stormed in.

He found his daughter, in Lucian's arms, as they both turned and looked at the elder. Viktor stood there, shock imprinted on his face, shock that was quickly pushed aside and replaced by rage. Instantly the two death dealers moved foreword and wrestled Lucian away from Sonja. Viktor strode foreword toward the two lovers. Sonja moved to Viktor to tell the death dealers to stop, but he backhanded her, knocking her to the ground with a yelp. Instantly Lucian roared and tried to break free from the grip of the death dealers, but they held on.

And then Azrael entered the chamber, walking up to Lucian, who looked at him with a shocked and betrayed expression.

"I already told you," Azrael said as he neared him. "This wasn't going to end well."

With that he lashed out with a punch, knocking Lucian unconscious.

***

The screams had finally stopped.

Azrael, two vampires, and Lucian were in the large chamber. Viktor, for some reason that even Azrael didn't understand, had allowed him to watch judgment passed onto the two lovers.

Sonja was dead, her body was now just a statue of ash and bone. Lucian, who was chained to the floor, just stared at her, as if he kept thinking that it was some nightmare that he was going to wake up from.

And then he crumpled to the floor, sobbing over all the events that had transpired. His beloved was gone, and so was there unborn child. He had lost everything that truly mattered to him.

The two vampires who had opened the door in the ceiling slowly shut it once again, before turning and leaving the room. As they walked out, one of them looked at Lucian with an almost sympathetic look.

When they were gone Azrael walked up to the pillar where Sonja's remains were tied to. "I must admit, Lucian," he began, as he looked at her remains. "You did pick a beautiful one to be your bride." He raised his hand and ever-so gently stroked the cheek of her remains.

Almost instantly the statue of ash crumbled to the floor, the pendant that had been worn around her neck falling to the floor and joining the pile of remains.

"Why?" Lucian hissed through his grief, as he looked up at Azrael. "How could you do this!?"

Azrael shrugged. "I've been a slave for a rather long time, and I can't bear it any longer; I need freedom, and I knew Viktor wouldn't let me go free without a reason. So, I gave him the information regarding you and his daughter, and he gave me my freedom. I still don't know why he did, but he did."

As he spoke he walked towards Lucian, who was now looking at the floor, which was growing rather wet with his tears, and crouched down. "Besides, you two knew the risk of your love. You knew that they would eventually catch you, sooner or later. I just made it so it was sooner."

"YOU BASTARD!" Lucian roared as he lunged, the chains that held him to the ground the only think that kept him from tackling the lycan and ripping his throat out. "I'll kill you, Azrael," he hissed, pure hatred dripping from his voice. "I'll kill you."

Azrael smiled. "Words; that's all they are, words, nothing more."

With that he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Lucian to his mourning.

***

Azrael laughed out loud and remembrance of that day. Lucian just glared at him, while Viktor, who stood away from the other hybrid, just muttered under his breath, "I should have just killed you."

Azrael looked at the elder and nodded. "Yeah, you probably should have. Lucian thought I was dead, but I had survived the fall over that cliff at the battle of the Alps…barely. It took me several days for my body to fully fix itself after all the broken bones I had gotten on the way down. It wasn't a very pleasant experience."

"You deserve worse," Lucian hissed. Azrael smirked.

"Maybe, but I'm not the one who's trapped."

With that he turned and left the room, with Alex, Gavin, and Razor following.

When they were gone Lucian glanced over at Viktor, who was glaring at him.

"Well…if it makes you feel better, I got killed also, a few weeks ago." Lucian said after a moment, now entirely sure why he chose to say that exact thing.

Viktor rolled his eyes.