Okay, here is part one.

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Marcus pushed open the doors to Ordoghaz, several surviving death dealers behind him. Ignoring the looks that the other vampires were giving him and the death dealers, he walked towards the hallway where his room was.

Finally reaching his room, he stepped in side and shrugged off his robes and shirt, looking down at the several gashes that covered his upper body.

Damn Michael…

He raised his hand to one of the cuts, slightly wincing at the stinging pain. He lowered his hand, looking at the blood that covered it.

Then he heard a soft sigh, and his eyes drifted to the bed, where they instantly lit up.

Erika was lying on the bed, the sheet the only thing covering her naked body. She had been waiting for him, and dozed off. Marcus smiled gently as he walked over, crouching down next to her side of the bed. He raised a hand and moved some of her hair out of her eyes. She stirred, and opened her dark blue eyes, gazing up at him before smiling. "You're back," she whispered, as he leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She softly moaned and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.

Then, they pulled apart, and that was when Erika noticed the bloody gashes covering his upper body. She instantly sat up, a concerned look on her face. "Marcus, what-"

Marcus put a finger to her lips, silencing her. "I had a run-in with Michael, but it was nothing. These will heal by tomorrow night," he whispered reassuringly. Then, he reached down, picking her up.

"What are you doing," she asked, a curious smile forming on her lips.

He looked down at his wounded body. "I figured I could use a shower to wash the blood off, and I thought you'd like to join me," he stated with a seductive tone as he leaned foreword and kissed her again, before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind them.

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The lycans watched as Michael and Selene entered the main room of their lair, several lycans going off, either tending to the wounded or checking on their mates.

Michael turned and looked at Selene. "Are you alright?" He asked, as he moved closer and checked to see if she had any wounds. She didn't.

"I'm fine," she stated, giving him a quick kiss, before raising her hand and caressing the still healing scars from his fight with Marcus. "You on the other hand…"

Michael shrugged. "I'll be fine." Selene nodded before looking behind Michael, who turned and watched as a hybrid walked up to the two. He was tall, around the same height as Michael, with tan skin. He had dark hair and even darker eyes. He wore clothing that was more like that of the death dealers: all black with a long coat.

"Are you alright?" the hybrid began to ask, but Michael shrugged him off.

"Yes, I'll be fine, Daniel." Then, Michael stopped and looked around the main room. "Where's Sonja?"

Daniel blinked. "That's what I came to tell you. She's not here."

Now he had Selene's attention also. "Where did she go?"

Daniel shrugged, slightly wincing at the anger in the female vampire's voice. "I don't know, but Morbius is gone also, so I think it's safe to say that they're off somewhere."

Michael sighed heavily before running a hand through his hair. "Alright, I'll go-"

"Michael," Daniel cut him off. "I don't think you need to go look for her. She can handle herself, and Morbius won't let anything happen to her." Daniel stopped, waiting to see if Michael or Selene would be the first to lash out, either verbally, or, in Selene's case most likely, physically.

So he was rather surprised when Michael paused, and then nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

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The nightclub was what was to be normally expected from a club such as this one. Loud heavy music was playing while various people swayed to the music, some couples rubbing up against each other.

One couple pushed away from the crowd, moving towards a table. The girl was leading the boy, a smile on her beautiful face. She appeared to be in her early twenties, as did her companion. She had dark brown hair that went past her shoulders and he had short black hair. She turned around, wrapping her arms around him before kissing him. She then pulled away and smiled, her chocolate brown eyes staring into his emerald green pair.

"I told you it was a good idea to come here," she whispered, leaning foreword and nuzzling his neck, smiling at the small growl he let out.

"Sonja," he murmured before pushing her away and pressing his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer as she returned the kiss. When they pulled apart he smiled again. "We should probably go," he said, and she frowned. "What?"

With a sigh Sonja plopped into a chair, and he sat down next to her. "Morbius," she began, raising a hand and caressing his face. "You know why I brought you here."

Morbius nodded. "You're tired of living under ground and you want to see what it's like for a normal human to live." She nodded, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. She welcomed it, resting her head on his shoulder. "Once the war is over, we'll be free to do whatever we want," he assured her, as he kissed her forehead.

She looked up at him. "What if it never ends?"

Morbius shrugged in response. "It's gone on for eight hundred years. It has to end sooner or later. Everything that has a beginning has an end."

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"What in the fuck!?"

Sebastian raised his head as he heard his companion curse out loud. Sebastian was in his late thirties, with black hair that was in a buzzcut, with cold dark eyes. He wore all black. His companion was of African descent, and wore similar attire.

"What is it Norman?" Sebastian asked, and Norman pointed with a hand. Sebastian looked over, and his eyes widened.

Sitting on the other side of the club, was the daughter of the alpha of the lycans. He believed her name was Sonja. And her mate was with her also.

"Sebastian, should I," he trailed off, as he reached into his coat, his hand grabbing the gun hidden inside, but Sebastian raised his hand, telling him no.

"Another time," was all Sebastian said before rising from his seat. Turning he headed for the exit. Norman looked after him with a puzzled look, before shrugging it off and following the hybrid.

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"Faustus."

Faustus raised his head at Mason as he entered the armoury. Faustus appeared to be in his thirties with dark hair and brown eyes. There was a presence that floated around him that for some reason made it appear that he was always brooding. He was the new weapons master, seeing as how the old one, Kahn, had met his unfortunate end at the jaws of a lycan two centuries earlier.

"What is it?" Faustus asked as he set down the rifle he had been loading with ammunition.

"We found one of the workers for Osborne. He was injured but he's not dead."

 "Alright, go inform Marcus, and I'll-" Faustus trailed off when he saw the look Mason gave him. "Ah, Marcus is with Erika at the moment, yes?" Mason nodded. "Very well, bring the worker in."

Mason nodded again and left the room. A few seconds later he and two other death dealers entered, dragging a wounded hybrid in after them. The hybrid was shackled and bleeding in a dozen spots, including a rather nasty bullet wound on his left arm.

Faustus walked up to him and crouched down, when they threw the hybrid to the floor. "So, you're working for Osborne." He raised the small handgun in his hand and pointed it at the hybrid. "If you wouldn't mind telling us where he is, I'm sure-"

In a flash, the hybrid rolled onto his back, and stomped on the floor with his left foot before lashing out with his leg. Faustus instantly yelled in pain as he felt something sharp enter his stomach. The hybrid rolled to his feet and back away quickly, and the others saw a small knife protruding from the front of his boot. He knelt down and quickly ripped the knife free even as Faustus recovered. Instantly the other death dealers aimed at the hybrid.

"Alright, we can do this the easy way, or the-"

The hybrid stabbed the knife downward, the blade entering his heart. He jerked, before falling to the floor, dead.

"I was gonna say hard way," Faustus finished before sighing. He glanced at Mason. "Throw the body outside." Instantly the two other death dealers moved foreword, grabbing the body and carrying it out of the room. Mason walked foreword and glanced at Faustus.

"Guess he decided on the easy way," Mason said.

Faustus nodded. "I wonder why he killed himself. He probably could have fought his way out, since we're all vampires and he was a hybrid."

Mason looked at him, confused also. "Maybe he was worried about going to Osborne after that."

"Yeah, but why?"