* * *
Andrew smelled Michael's blood. "And for you . . ." he raised his hand.
Michael wanted to be brave. "It's just a scratch," he stated.
Andrew's eyebrows furrowed as he caught the lie. "Well, to ease my own worries." His hand glowed and Michael turned and saw the same amazing gold light, Andrew took his hand away. "O.K. There's the kitchen down the hall and to the right, fully stocked. And the training room, complete with a shooting field and everything," he said with a glance toward Selene. "I'll be upstairs." He exited the room and left Selene and Michael standing there.
Selene sighed and took off her coat and laid it on the couch. She unzipped her leather outfit a couple inches away from her neck.
Michael turned. "I almost lost you . . ." he stated.
Selene looked at him. "No you didn't," she argued. "I would've survived."
"No you wouldn't have . . ." Michael said as he moved closer to her. "I felt the life slipping from you . . . your eyes clouded," he said as he took another couple of steps closer. "I almost lost you," he repeated.
Selene took in a short amount of air as he got closer. "You'll never lose me," she whispered as he got so close that she could hear his heart skip a beat.
Their noses were almost touching. "And you'll never lose me . . ." he whispered back.
Selene felt like comforting him, but she realized that he wasn't sad but really serious. Michael's hand touched her pale cheek and caressed it. Selene leaned forward and kissed him just like the first time, but it wasn't because she wanted to lock him to a wall . . . she just wanted him. Michael kissed her back, and it grew more passionate with every second that went by. Michael's hand that was on her cheek went to the back of her neck as he gently pushed her closer to him, as her arms went around his neck. Then Michael showed her that she was never going to lose him.
* * *
That night, after the day rose and went back down, Michael and Selene woke up in each other's arms in the Victorian canopy bed. Selene's head was resting on his chest as his arm held her. "Are you awake?" Michael whispered squeezing her gently.
Selene held the sheets across her chest as she picked up her head and laid it on the pillow next to Michael's. "Yes."
"Thought so, I heard your breath changing . . ." he stated, not knowing what to say. Though he wanted this for a long time, he never knew what was going to happen afterwards. Selene brushed a lock of hair away from her face.
"We can't stay here, Michael," Selene said, though, not really what she wanted to say.
Michael nodded, though this house was protection for the night, Selene and Michael both didn't want to spend their immortal lives running from the Lycans and Vampyres.
Michael's hand reached to Selene's chin and tilted it upward as he kissed her passionately and she kissed him back. Suddenly, the door opened, Michael broke away as Andrew walked inside, Selene grabbed the sheets and made sure they were covering her up. "Hey you two, I almost cleaned out the refridgerator while you two were sleeping the day away . . . Get dressed."
"Who are you, my mother?" Michael asked.
Andrew stopped as he was picking up their clothes and piling them neatly. "Well someone woke up on the wrong side of cage this morning." He walked out and closed the door behind him.
Michael fell back.
* * *The Vampyre Mansion* * *
Markus sat in his large throne-like chair, Craven bowed before him. "We haven't been able to locate them sir, we shot one of them with a regular bullet. Selene or the Hybrid must be wounded."
Markus shook his head. "No, both of them would be able to heal. They're back to normal health now, how have you lost track of them?"
"A man helped them," Craven explained. "Annex, by the looks of him."
Markus looked Craven in the eye. "Make a meeting," he resolved. "With the Elders of the Annexes, and the Lycans."
"Sir?" Craven asked.
"We will settle this," he hissed. "Every Immortal being will be after them. They will have nowhere else to go."
"
Andrew smelled Michael's blood. "And for you . . ." he raised his hand.
Michael wanted to be brave. "It's just a scratch," he stated.
Andrew's eyebrows furrowed as he caught the lie. "Well, to ease my own worries." His hand glowed and Michael turned and saw the same amazing gold light, Andrew took his hand away. "O.K. There's the kitchen down the hall and to the right, fully stocked. And the training room, complete with a shooting field and everything," he said with a glance toward Selene. "I'll be upstairs." He exited the room and left Selene and Michael standing there.
Selene sighed and took off her coat and laid it on the couch. She unzipped her leather outfit a couple inches away from her neck.
Michael turned. "I almost lost you . . ." he stated.
Selene looked at him. "No you didn't," she argued. "I would've survived."
"No you wouldn't have . . ." Michael said as he moved closer to her. "I felt the life slipping from you . . . your eyes clouded," he said as he took another couple of steps closer. "I almost lost you," he repeated.
Selene took in a short amount of air as he got closer. "You'll never lose me," she whispered as he got so close that she could hear his heart skip a beat.
Their noses were almost touching. "And you'll never lose me . . ." he whispered back.
Selene felt like comforting him, but she realized that he wasn't sad but really serious. Michael's hand touched her pale cheek and caressed it. Selene leaned forward and kissed him just like the first time, but it wasn't because she wanted to lock him to a wall . . . she just wanted him. Michael kissed her back, and it grew more passionate with every second that went by. Michael's hand that was on her cheek went to the back of her neck as he gently pushed her closer to him, as her arms went around his neck. Then Michael showed her that she was never going to lose him.
* * *
That night, after the day rose and went back down, Michael and Selene woke up in each other's arms in the Victorian canopy bed. Selene's head was resting on his chest as his arm held her. "Are you awake?" Michael whispered squeezing her gently.
Selene held the sheets across her chest as she picked up her head and laid it on the pillow next to Michael's. "Yes."
"Thought so, I heard your breath changing . . ." he stated, not knowing what to say. Though he wanted this for a long time, he never knew what was going to happen afterwards. Selene brushed a lock of hair away from her face.
"We can't stay here, Michael," Selene said, though, not really what she wanted to say.
Michael nodded, though this house was protection for the night, Selene and Michael both didn't want to spend their immortal lives running from the Lycans and Vampyres.
Michael's hand reached to Selene's chin and tilted it upward as he kissed her passionately and she kissed him back. Suddenly, the door opened, Michael broke away as Andrew walked inside, Selene grabbed the sheets and made sure they were covering her up. "Hey you two, I almost cleaned out the refridgerator while you two were sleeping the day away . . . Get dressed."
"Who are you, my mother?" Michael asked.
Andrew stopped as he was picking up their clothes and piling them neatly. "Well someone woke up on the wrong side of cage this morning." He walked out and closed the door behind him.
Michael fell back.
* * *The Vampyre Mansion* * *
Markus sat in his large throne-like chair, Craven bowed before him. "We haven't been able to locate them sir, we shot one of them with a regular bullet. Selene or the Hybrid must be wounded."
Markus shook his head. "No, both of them would be able to heal. They're back to normal health now, how have you lost track of them?"
"A man helped them," Craven explained. "Annex, by the looks of him."
Markus looked Craven in the eye. "Make a meeting," he resolved. "With the Elders of the Annexes, and the Lycans."
"Sir?" Craven asked.
"We will settle this," he hissed. "Every Immortal being will be after them. They will have nowhere else to go."
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