Okay, here is The Eternal Song of War. More to come.
Disclaimer: I do not own Selene, Michael, Lucian, Viktor, or any of the Underworld characters. They are owned by Len Wiseman, Kevin Grevioux, Danny McBride, Sony, and whatever else. I own Osborne, Sonja (not the movie version, Selene and Michael's daughter), Morbius, Daniel, Lilah, Vincent, Faustus, Sebastian, Anise, Norman, and Nyssa.
Okay, here it is.
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The Eternal Song of War
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He was dying, he could tell.
Slowly crawling along the ground, David Clarkson suddenly coughed up a rather large amount of blood. He never thought his would have died like this, caught in the crossfire in this war.
Suddenly his path was blocked by a pair of large padded paws, lined with black talons. Looking up, David found himself staring at the face of a transformed lycan. The beast snarled, saliva dripping from its fanged jaws.
Panic filled David as he quickly tried to turn and crawl away. He would have run, if his legs hadn't been filled with bullets less than a minute ago.
But with a snarl the lycan lashed out, tearing into the helpless human. Blood spurted out and stained the ground, as David gave a last gasp before slumping, his lifeless eyes staring blankly ahead.
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To Michael, it was almost funny, seeing at how fast time seemed to fly.
It seemed like just yesterday that he had been a normal person, just a doctor working for a small hospital in Hungary. And now here he was, two hundred years later, not looking a day over thirty, and the alpha of the lycans, and he himself was half vampire, half lycan.
A hybrid.
He lunged, ignoring the death dealer's silver nitrate bullets as they entered his body. Tackling the vampire to the ground, he raised his hand, before stabbing downward, the short sword he carried entering the vampire's heart. The vampire gasped in pain, before jerking as Michael pulled the sword out as the death dealer died.
Rising to his feet he moved with speed that the other death dealers were unprepared for, as he sliced and tore into them with his twin short swords. Within seconds only one remained. Michael lashed out with a kick, knocking the vampire to the ground. He moved in, preparing to finish him off.
"Hello, Michael."
Michael froze at the voice, and the death dealer took the time to turn and retreat, gathering up his gun. Ignoring the fleeing vampire, Michael turned and stared at the speaker. "Marcus," he greeted, his voice practically ice.
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Alex sprinted out of the alley, trying to put as much space between him and the two hybrids as possible. He glanced back and forth as he saw the vampires and lycans shooting at each other. One transformed lycan moved foreword and tore a mailbox out of the ground, ignoring the human that had been cowering behind it. He chucked it at a vampire that aimed at him with his rifle, knocking the vampire to the ground. Not giving him a chance to recover, the lycan pounced, his jaws closing on the vampire's throat.
Alex spotted the entrance to the subway station. If he could get down there, he could get a chance to recuperate. He broke into a run.
As he neared the entrance something tore into his leg, and with a yell he fell to the ground. Clutching his leg, which now had a bullet in the knee, he looked up as the shooter neared him.
She appeared to be in her mid twenties, as she levelled the handgun she held in her hand. She had dark hair that went past her shoulders, and her eyes, normally a chocolate brown, were icy blue as she stared at him.
Alex instantly recognized her as the mate of the lycan alpha.
Selene.
She pulled the trigger, shooting him in the head.
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Michael stared with no fear as Marcus stepped out from the shadows.
Marcus was younger in appearance than Viktor but older than Amelia, around his early forties. Long black hair went down past his shoulders in waves of midnight, and his eyes were a dark grey colour. He wore the elder robes, but his were dark silver, with black markings. The sword he held in his hand was also different from Viktor's, as it had a curved blade, like a scimitar.
The two circled each other, neither speaking, just boring holes into each other with their stares.
Finally, Michael spoke. "I'd apologize about them," he motioned to the bodies lying around him. "But it'd be a lie."
Marcus shrugged. "Casualties of war. Your soldiers die also."
Michael nodded before raising one of the swords, pointing at Marcus with it. "Come on."
The elder didn't need to be told twice. Snarling, he charged, his eyes changing to pitch black as his fangs sprouted. He swung his sword, but Michael raised one and blocked it before lashing out with the second. Marcus caught his arm and pulled him to him, before hurling him into the air. Michael twisted in mid air before landing with the grace of a feline. He raised his head to see Marcus coming down on him, a battle cry erupting from the elder as he swung again. Michael ducked and lashed out, his leg sweeping Marcus' legs out from under him when he landed.
Marcus quickly leapt to his feet and snarled at Michael, whose eyes were now also pitch black.
Then, both tossed their weapons to the side, and with roars, transformed, both shedding their coats and shirts as the change completed, both now in full hybrid form.
Then they lunged, colliding in midair. Dropping to the ground they went at it, slashing, punching, kicking, and delivering various blows. Marcus tore several deep gashes into Michael's chest, who roared in pain before lashing out with a backhand. Marcus rolled with the blow and brutally punched Michael, but he too rolled with the blow, and his boot smashed into Marcus' jaw, knocking the hybrid to the floor. Instantly Marcus spun, his legs sweeping Michael, who fell.
The two leapt up and circled again, snarling. Their black eyes glared at each other, and their claws twitched in anticipation.
Then a section of wall near the two exploded, and both leapt back to avoid any possible gunfire. The two hybrids glanced at each other, letting the other know full well that this wasn't over, before heading off in different ways, both grabbing their clothes and weapons along the way.
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The subway was filled with the sound of gunfire as the two hybrids quickly ducked for cover, both reloading.
Kraven cursed under his breath as he snapped a new clip into his UZI. He refused to die now after surviving for two hundred years of being tracked. Ever since that night, he had been trying to hide from the death dealers, who had been after him for his betrayal.
He had been turned into a hybrid by accident, and now here he was, dealing with another death dealer.
He quickly leapt out at the same time the death dealer did, firing, and hitting the hybrid in the arm, and causing him to drop his gun. Kraven smirked and pulled the trigger.
The gun was empty. He cursed under his breath as the death dealer charged, changing into hybrid form in mid step. Snarling, Kraven changed also, grabbing the death dealer as he neared him and throwing him to the floor before running. Reaching the now deserted subway car he ran inside before running down the length of it.
Then he stopped, and noticed that he wasn't being followed. Turning around he looked with curiosity at the subway car door. Curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped out of the car.
The death dealer was dead, his head chopped off, and lying around twenty feet from his body. Kraven's eyes widened in shock, and he turned to go back inside the subway car.
The blade entered his stomach, before bursting from his back, dripping with blood. Kraven screamed in pain as he prepared to lash out with his claws.
And he froze, as he stared into a pair of dark cold eyes.
…it can't be…you DIED! I killed y-
The blade flashed upwards, and Kraven's last thought was puzzlement as to the person who had stabbed him.
His body fell to the floor, before the upper half split open right down the middle, brains, blood, and innards oozing out.
Vincent stepped out of the subway car, looking with distaste at Kraven's body. Vincent was tall, although a tad bit shorter than Kraven. He had short black hair that was almost spiky, and dark grey eyes. He wore black boots, black pants, a white shirt, and a black leather coat that went down to his calves. In his hand he held a katana. The blade was a dark silver colour, and the tsuba was shaped like an oriental throwing star. He twirled the blade before sliding it into the black sheath he held in his other hand.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Lighting the cigarette he raised it to his mouth and breathed it in, sighing as he closed his eyes. Then, putting the lighter back, he pulled out a cellphone. Dialling a number he brought the phone up to his ear.
"Hello? Yes, Osborne, it's done," he said, his voice almost suave sounding, but as hard as steel. He glanced at Kraven's body one last time before yanking his cigarette from his mouth and tossing it to Kraven. It hit his body and caught it on fire. "Trust me; he's not getting up any time soon."
With that, he turned and walked back into the car, and seemed to disappear into the shadows.
And the subway station was again empty, the only noise coming from the body of the now-dead spineless leach as it burned.