Author's note: Wow, over one hundred and eighty reviews!! I am VERY happy now! Thanks for all the feedback, it has meant a lot!! And staticradar and Astrik, the bugging really means a lot too! And it certainly helps me get these chapters done quicker! ;) But I'm going to be bugging you guys as well, of course. Jessica Leigh, wow, someone else with those names! I actually have a second cousin with the same name too, she's slightly younger than I am, I think. That is so cool though. Small world, huh? And leavingdeadgirl, I actually was planning on possibly having a bit of interaction with Alexis and Adam, but when I read you wanted him to get a girl, I knew I'd have one person happy with them! Glad you liked it, and hope you enjoy all the L/S moments in this chapter, plus a little Adam/Alexis moment! And to all those who rejoiced with Kraven's death, you have no clue how good it felt to kill that spineless prick! And I think two people actually said "Ding dong Kraven's dead". Hehehe. I'm sensing a trend here. Well, hope everyone enjoys this chapter, though nothing much happens. More like the couple chapter. ;) AS always, reviews keep me happy and happy authors write quicker most of the time! ;)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the characters never mentioned in Underworld the movie, the novelization, the script, or the comic book. I do not own Alexis, Marcus, or Dominique, as they were mentioned or seen. Alexis is actually supposed to be the female Death Dealer seen briefly in a few shots of random Dealers, also seen standing with Erika during the scene where Selene tries to convince Kraven there are possibly hundreds of lycans down in the sewers. So please don't sue me Sony. Savvy?

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CHAPTER 19: PRIVATE SURRENDER

Lucian and Sonja walked through the tunnels for about a mile until they reached a safe place to go above. They kept silent, simply holding hands tightly. Every so often one would tug the other closer, stopping to kiss fiercely. Then they would resume walking, heading for Sonja's apartment.

They kept to the alleys once they were above, trying not to be seen since they were both still covered in drying blood. Lucian had put his coat back on, hiding his blood caked chest and torso, but his beard was still stained crimson, and so were Sonja's clothes.

When they finally reached her apartment building, it was nearly two hours till sunrise. They rushed up to her floor and quickly made their way to her apartment.

Lucian gave her an apologetic look when they reached the door. "We came here after you were taken. I had no other way to get in," he said as he gestured at the missing handle.

Sonja simply smiled. "Don't worry about it. Let's just get inside." Quietly entering her home, she shut the door, locking the deadbolt so that the door would stay closed. She taped a piece of paper over the hole where the handle used to be and then turned to face Lucian.

A thousand words were said silently in their gaze, and nothing could ever come close to describing the moment.

Part of them still wondered how, why, but they didn't even bother to ask. Neither one knew, and neither one really cared, all that mattered was they were both alive again, and they were together.

He walked up to her, reaching out to cup her face with both hands. Her eyes, which had briefly gone back to emerald, once again turned pale blue as she stared up at him expectantly. Tenderly, he kissed her, his lips brushing against hers, and she moaned. The sound made Lucian shudder, and he pulled her mouth closer, the kiss becoming hungry and desperate.

Sonja wrapped her arms around his back, clutching the fabric of his coat as she returned the passion. She held onto him, her knees growing weak. The familiar scent of him and blood made her intoxicated and she wanted more, so much more. She wanted to again feel warmth, warmth only he could give her.

"Sonja," he whispered huskily as he moved his mouth from hers, trailing kisses over her cheek to her ear, stroking her jawbone with his fingers. After a moment he pulled away, leaving Sonja panting and whimpering for more. "We should clean off all this blood," he told her, breathing rapidly himself.

She nodded. "Yes, you're right." She moved the coat off his shoulders, his arms still as he let her, watching her, trembling slightly at the feel of her fingertips against his skin when they brushed his arms. She took the coat and laid it over one of the kitchen chairs and turned back to him.

"You're wounded," she spoke softly, as if anything above a whisper would shatter the moment and they would again be apart. She came over and traced the scars that had again opened and his own blood mixed with Kraven's.

"Yes, I had a fight before we came to the club," he told her. "But they're nothing, they will heal by tomorrow night." He reached over and traced her lips with his forefinger, eliciting another moan. His finger then went down to her neck, where the bite mark Kraven had made was still fresh. "He turned you," Lucian stated.

Sonja nodded. "I tried to get away," she explained. Her eyes closed briefly, and Lucian could tell she hated being vampire yet again. Being taken away from the sun. Even before, she had always wanted to see the sun, be able to move about during daylight.

"I can make it better," he told her, coming closer. "I'm not lycan anymore, Sonja, not completely."

She gave him a confused look. "I don't understand, how can you not be lycan anymore? I mean, you still smell of lycan, although Kraven's blood is mingled," she said, but Lucian cut her off with a quick kiss.

"No, my Love. I am hybrid, both species now. The scent of vampire, it isn't just because of that leech's blood. It's also me now," he explained, and her eyes widened. "Don't ask how," he requested, "not yet. Just let me bite you, make you the same. You can see the sun again, feel it on your back without fear. Silver will have no effect on you," he assured her, and she met his gaze.

"Do it."

Lucian nodded, and bent his head towards her neck. Opening his mouth, he let his fangs elongate and then brought them against her skin. He grazed her neck and then as she held him tightly, bit into her jugular quickly, making the pain brief. He heard her whimper softly, and he felt a pang of guilt.

I'm sure Kraven made it as painful as possible, he thought darkly, then pushed everything away as the sensation of his beloved's blood filling him caused him to groan as he drank from her. Her blood rushed through him, inflaming his senses, and his arms gripped her tighter to him. He knew he had to stop soon, he couldn't make her too weak. But she tasted so sweet and he had wanted her for so long. Finally, he managed to pull away, and he stared at her, fresh blood, her blood, trickling from his mouth.

She stood there for a moment, her eyes still closed. Then the change came, and he was right there next to her as she collapsed to the floor, her body changing and transforming into the hybrid creature. Her now crimson stained clothes ripped and shredded as her ribcage grew, her skin changed color, her eyes turned black, her fingers turned into claws. She moaned in pain, her fangs longer and then abruptly, she relaxed. Her features returned to normal, her body shrinking to its normal size. Her completely ruined clothes slid off and she panted raggedly.

Gently, Lucian reached under her back and knees, picking her up. He stood and carried her into the bathroom, setting her down by the shower stall. She watched him silently, her breathing returning to normal.

"What are you doing," she finally asked, and he smiled at her.

"You and I are still soaked in quickly drying blood, besides, the hot water will probably help your muscles," he explained, and removed the rest of their clothes. Delicately, he stood her up and turned on the water, then the shower. He felt her arms slip around his waist, and he shivered as their skin made contact. He turned to her, meeting her playful, emerald eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," Lucian replied, and stepped into the shower stall, lifting her in after him.

***

Selene and Michael separated from the main group as they headed for the medical lab. Michael's chest wounds had reopened, the blood seeping through his now filthy shirt. He took it off once they reached the familiar room, and Selene got fresh bandages from their bag.

"You're hurt as well," Michael stated when she came near him. "I smell your blood," he said with some concern. He looked her over, searching for the wound as she kept silent. He spotted it, on her side. "It doesn't look bad at least."

"It should heal be morning. Yours will take longer, I'm afraid," Selene stated simply. She began cleaning up around the wound, then wrapping the white fabric around Michael. Her cold fingers brushed against his warm skin, the tips now red with his blood.

Michael grabbed her right arm, and she looked up. "Why are you afraid, Selene?" he asked, and she blinked when he said her name. He didn't say it often, nor did she say his much. "Because I'm important for the war? Or to you?"

Eyes turning blue looked away and focused again on his wounds. He sighed, and held her chin up, making her meet his gaze again.

"The war," she whispered after a moment of hesitation. "You're important to the war. You always have been and always will be."

Michael sighed. "Fine." His shoulders sank, and the defeated surrender was evident in his voice.

"But that's not why I'm afraid," Selene finally added. She finished bandaging his wounds and stared at him. "I love you."

The simplicity of the statement shook Michael, and he locked eyes with her. Reaching up to push her hair behind her ear, he swallowed. He wasn't about to question it, because he knew she would never come close to saying it if she didn't mean it. He felt he was supposed to say something, tell her he loved her too. But all he could do was kiss her.

Selene responded immediately, her frozen demeanor gone now, and she let her hands wander up Michael's chest to his shoulders, grabbing them and holding on as Michael pulled her closer.

They broke apart, and Michael looked at her as she opened her eyes. "I love you too."

Selene nodded, her eyes turning brown again and her lips forming a small smile. She kissed him again, her fingers moving to play with the ends of his hair.

***

Lucian had been right, the hot water did feel quite wonderful. She felt sore and ached slightly, but otherwise was perfectly content with letting her lover wash her. She lay her forehead against his chest as he tenderly scrubbed the blood off of both of them. She held him tightly, and he groaned as her hands massaged his shoulders.

"You had better stop that, if you want to get cleaned up," he playfully warned her.

Sonja simply smiled. "Then I guess I'll have to stay dirty, won't I?" she replied. She leaned against the wall, pulling Lucian up against her. She sighed and he groaned again, laying his head on her shoulder.

Lucian's hand began to move up her sides, his fingertips scraping against her skin, and he kissed her shoulder, lightly biting his way up her neck till he placed his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply. He moved his hands to her back, pressing her against his chest.

She shuddered at the feel of his skin, the small bit of hair covering his chest coarse like his beard. She moved her hands so that her arms were wrapped tightly around him, and she reveled in the feel of him yet again.

"We can clean up later," he mumbled when they parted the kiss. He smiled and Sonja saw a wicked gleam in his eyes.

***

The Death Dealers quickly assessed the damage done, taking in everyone's wounds. Kahn, Julius, and Alexis were all fine, though Mason, Astrid, and Kyle had a few minor wounds, but they were healing swiftly. Alexis had walked off to be on her own for a while, still sore about Brian.

Adam was fine as well, and he stood around, trying to figure out if he should leave the room or if he should simply sit down. He choose the later.

Marcus and Erika walked off, towards a what was once Lucian's room. Marcus slid the door shut once they were inside, and he faced Erika. He looked her over, making sure she wasn't wounded before kissing her.

"I want you to stay here next time we go somewhere, just until it's safe," he told her when they parted.

But Erika wouldn't hear it. "No, don't even think about that. I refuse to sit and wait while you go out and fight, I'm not staying here when you leave," she replied stubbornly. "I may be your consort, but that does not mean I'm your slave." She kissed him quickly. "Besides, I'd like to punch Anya's lights out next chance I get," she muttered darkly.

Marcus chuckled softly. "I love you," he said, and Erika smiled up at him. For a moment he expected her to give the same reply she had given him before.

"I love you, too," she told him instead.

Smirking back at her, Marcus simply replied, "I know."

Erika playfully slapped his shoulder, then kissed him again, smiling. She was quite happy to have finally told him, and she was quite happy it was finally true. And to think, she had been infatuated with Kraven all that time.

Then she remembered Kraven's bloodied corpse and she made a face.

"What is it?" Marcus asked, worried.

"Nothing," she assured him. "I was just remembering Kraven's body. Not pretty," she said. "It's odd, after all this trying to kill him, he's finally dead and it takes a while to sink in, really. But too bad for him, all the better for everyone else," she declared finally.

Marcus nodded. "Oh yes, much better for everyone else."

***

Alexis strode back into the main room where the other Dealers were, along with one of Selene's companions. She tried to remember his name. Aaron? No, Adam. She watched him as he nervously glanced at her fellow Dealers every so often.

She smiled, happy for some distraction of what she had been thinking about. She then thought about the fact that he was part lycan. She remembered what Marcus had explained on the way back to the lair, that he, Lucian, Michael, and this Adam were all hybrids. Did this make her guilty of the same treason as Selene? This strange fascination with a hybrid?

A geek hybrid at that. But she found it quite charming, really. And his strength made him quite capable of handling himself in a fight now. With proper training, he could become purposefully lethal instead of simply an animal defending himself or others like him.

"So, how did you get mixed up in this?" she asked, sitting down next to him. She ignored the looks the others gave her, and kept her gaze on Adam.

He sat up slightly, giving her a curious stare before answering. "Well, Michael and Leila, I mean, Sonja are both friends and we used to work together, well, Michael and Sonja didn't they never met until now," he rambled, and Alexis hid an amused smile. "But um, basically because Michael and Sonja were involved in this. That's why I got mixed up in this mess."

"Yes, this is certainly a mess now. Has been for a long time," she replied. "My name's Alexis."

***

Lucian and Sonja lie on the bed, dry except for their hair. Lucian watched as Sonja toyed with her pedant, still hanging from his neck. Every so often her fingers would graze his chest, making him shiver. He stared at his beloved, amazed that this was real.

"What?" she asked, noticing his intense gaze.

He sat up some, pulling her on top of him. "Just, you. Here, alive," he said, running his hands through her hair. "It's so hard for me to believe that this isn't some cruel dream, I've had so many before," he told her. He kissed Sonja briefly, then smiled. "But it's real this time. Tell me everything," he demanded softly.

"Everything? What do you mean?" Sonja asked, laughing. "I don't know everything."

"Everything about you, your life as Leila, your family," he explained. "I want to know you."

Sonja smiled at him, kissing his chest. "You already do, Lucian. But if you must know, then I'll tell you," she said with mock-exasperation. "But I'm giving you the quick version right now, long detailed version can come later," she told him. "My father was French with Hungarian descent and my mother is English. I grew up in London till I was fifteen, then we moved to France, near Lyon. When I was twenty, after I had started in college, my father died and my mother decided to move back to England. But with my inheritance, I was able to stay here and become a nerd and graduate from medical school a few years later. And now here I am, twenty-nine and back in your arms," she said, smiling.

But Lucian stared at her, sensing something was missing. "What about your mother now? How is she?"

Sonja bowed her head, then met his gaze again, her eyes weary. "She has cancer," she informed him. She's doing chemotherapy, but it makes her quite weak. So I go and visit her every so often, make sure she's doing ok, since she won't move here," she explained. "I can still go see her, right?" Sonja asked. "Since I don't have to worry about the sun. As long as we avoid vampires."

Lucian nodded. "Of course, we can go see her whenever possible. I think soon the war will be over. And then we will be free to do so as we wish," he told her lovingly, caressing her cheek.

She smiled. "What makes you so sure it's nearly over?"

He shrugged, then flipped them over so that he was on top, his arms taking most of his weight. "We can talk about it later, when we regroup with the others," he said before leaning down to claim her mouth yet again. "Right now, you and I have more important things to do."

Sonja smiled against his lips. She then moaned when his hands began traveling over her body, bringing back so many feverish dreams she'd had, making her think of forbidden trysts beneath the moonlight in her room. She thought of their child, lost to them. She pushed that thought away.

"Lucian?" she called softly, making him stop and meet her eyes. "Do you still want a child?" she asked, her eyes mournful again.

Lucian's expression became solemn. "I know, Sonja, it was so hard to believe he would do that." He kissed her forehead tenderly. "Of course I still want a child, more then one if possible. Nothing could ever replace what we've lost, my Love. Nothing." He smiled softly. "But you would still make a wonderful mother."

Sonja returned the expression. "And you would be an excellent father."