Chapter 2-Fiery Birth

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Hopefully soon I'll be able to post a pic of my original character Lirelle for everyone to see on the net. I want the readers to see what I picture her as.

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Disclaimer- I don't own Underworld, the original ideas or the characters [except those I made up myself in my delusional mind], but I do own this story which I made up, which is the closest thing I'll ever come to owning Underworld :P.

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Lirelle awoke with a start in a strange room. She was exhausted, her arm throbbed with a dull ache and her neck, Oh God her Neck! Her hand flew to her throat gingerly touching the two puncture wounds in her neck.

Memories of nightclubbing and partying filled her mind and in particular a tall handsome man called Kraven who seemed to claim most of her time dancing and talking. Looking back on last night she remembered she had had a lot of drinks with that man.

// I can't believe I had that much to drink! I've never been a heavy drinker// but Kraven always seemed to be there topping up her glass, laughing at her jokes, staring and watching her every move that night. After the club closed at 3 in the morning he even offered to drive her home when she found it hard to walk, let alone drive herself home. Ah yes, drunk as she was she accepted with out any sensible thought as to who this stranger was, and gratefully clambered into the passenger seat of a black jag. Driving home he mentioned he'd take a slight detour but she was disorientated by the fast driving and alcohol and merely smiled in confusion at his statement.

Lirelle jerked in the bed as she focused again on the dull throb of her throat. // the bastard bit me! He bit me! //

She frowned in concentration. He had whispered something in her ear before biting her. Something about a girl named Serene or Sarina but she wasn't sure. Fingers curled as anger coursed through her body at the thought of him as identifying her as someone else. A tingling sensation filled her as energy flowed through her fed by anger.  Bite wounds closed and her broken arm knitted itself together with a soft crunching noise but she was oblivious to everything but Kravens face. //Arrogant man! If I get my hands on him I'm going to ram a stake through his heart! // she thought violently surprising herself with this uncalled for vanity and temper. // what's wrong with me? I'm normally not this aggravated. //

A soft knock on the door pushed her out of her reverie about last night and she focused on the man who just opened her door with a tray of food. Longish blond/brown hair fell over his handsome face and a loose blue shirt and black jeans hid his muscular body. // Michael the lycan // whispered in her mind as she recognised this complete stranger.

Emotions of anger and jealousy welled up within her as she watched him place the tray on a nearby table and couldn't stop the Hiss that escaped her lips as he turned towards her.

Michael stared in confusion at the girl sitting up in the bed. Her long black hair fell gracefully down her back and green eyes watched him intently as he brought in the tray of food. Her black party dress was slightly rumpled and torn and her face could be seen clearly now showing her perfect features. What really surprised him though was her lack of a vampire scent which should have established itself by now as the wounds on her neck and her arm had clearly healed. He felt awkward as he held out the medical blood packet to her that was concealed under the tray lid.

Instead of staring in confusion or fear she calmly took it and sunk her fangs into it draining it in one long swallow. "My name is Lirelle," she said after she had finished, feeling awkward suddenly. "Mine's Michael," he replied running a hand through his hair. "You're probley wondering where you are at the moment." Michael asked realising she would want to know where she was. "Well you're currently staying in a lycan den and you..."

She smiled as Michael launched into an explanation of the war of the lycans and the vampires. "I apologise for seeming rude," she interrupted a few moments later, "but the one who changed me passed his memories onto me and I felt it was better to let you know than to continue for no reason." A small apologetic smile crept onto her face.

Curious as to who had bit her he asked "Who turned you last night?" Lirelle felt kind of uncomfortable at answering his question as she had seen Kravens memories of shooting Lucien and Michael. "His name is Kraven" she replied eventually not allowing her eyes to met Michaels'. Michael stared at her hard for a few moments then shrugged. "I'll notify Raze and the pack, I'm sure they'll like to catch up with him." This was not the reaction she expected from the hybrid but she hid her surprise by asking "Is it alright with the lycans that I was brought here?"

He chuckled, realising she was adjusting to being an immortal fast and understood the issues they faced. "Their not happy but you are newly turned and I'm sure their glad that not another vampire has joined the war against them. The Elder Marcus is trying to replenish the Death Dealers lost in Lucien's Battle, but he's still unable to wage a fully out war and relies mainly on ambushes. Don't worry, they won't attack you but I'm afraid that now you've been brought here you can't leave as you know our location."

Lirelle looked unhappy at the statement. "You may leave when we move again," he reassured her then jokingly added "In the next couple of decades" Despite the seriousness of her situation she couldn't stop the smile that formed on her face. Happy that she had become more comfortable Michael suggested that she meet some of the residents in the hideout which she reluctantly agreed to. He understood it was hard to battle with the new memories that accompanied a turning and she had to overcome Kravens disgust for lycans but the sooner she resisted the memories and reinstated herself they would fade.

Stepping outside the room the first thing that assaulted her senses was a smell of the lycans. She could barely stop herself gagging as Kravens disgust hit her. Pushing his memories from her mind the smell didn't affect her so much and soon became use to it following Michael through basement halls. The curious looks directed at her made her uncomfortable as they made their way into the common rooms. Here women were playing with children, men sharpening weapons and brawling occurring in the corner as bystanders cheered them on. "They normally fight to settle disputes" he said as he noticed her attention on the fight occurring. "I've gotten in a few in the beginning but since I always won I'm normally left alone now." Lirelle forced herself to look away from the fighting lycans. Their change and the strength they possessed captivated her. "I've never seen a lycan change before" she said before continuing on the tour.

The statement amused Michael as he continued showing her the kitchens and the different areas of the building above ground. She was newly changed and hadn't been previously aware of the immortals before in her mortal life. He finally came to his medical rooms and temporary wards for the wounded.  Often he lost lycans who had been shot by silver nitrate. It was hard as a doctor to accept the losses, but they became more common as the vampires used these deadly rounds more often. But death dealers were no longer an elite force of the vampires as the constant run-ins with lycans had slowly eliminated them and more and more fledglings were forced into battle with little experience and skill other than firing a weapon. He hoped that the casualties would decrease soon.

The rooms were neat and clean with the scent of disinfectant but for the sensitive nose of a lycan or vampire it was unable to hide the smell of death that hung heavily in the air. Memories assaulted her mind again, triggered by the smells. Glimpses of vampires being torn apart by lycans, Lucien cutting deeply into his flesh with a silver knife, the death dealer Selene covered in blood standing before her, the start of the war tore through her thoughts sending her to her knees. The memories continued to tear through her mind and all conscious thought flowed away leading to blackness.