Whew! Well, I am baaackkk! I had planned to write on March break, but I
went to Florida, and then the next whole week I had Chicken Pox! So here is
chappie 2, Done from Lucians pov! Yay! (Waves little "Lucian rox!" flag) I
know that it is short, but I didn't want to drag it on, and now you have
something to look forward to as well, because having already started the
next chap- it is from Erika's pov, and Markus's. Also, thank you to the
people who reviewed, I luv all of you! Now without any more pestering, here
, it, is!
Against all reason Chapter 2: Sleeping awake
"Reveal to me the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means
Explain these motions in metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me
(Won't anybody listen?)
Define the riddles of my mind
Nothing is really what it seems"
It was dark.
That was all he knew. It was like he was suspended in time... he could not feel his own body or his surroundings. He could not move, see, hear, he could only think. He knew what had happened. He knew that his life had been taken from him, by a single bullet. So why was he still here? He remembered slowly slipping away, closing his eyes...but he could not remember anything after that. Try as he might, he did not remember. But then again...he wasn't sure he wanted to. He remembered the first time that his life had been at stake...
"Sonja!!"
"No!"
"You monster!"
Perhaps it was simply pure luck, escaping death every time. Or perhaps, it was fate. Fate, which kept its iron fist around his soul and would not let go until he completed the task that had been set before him. He knew that even now, the two species had not ceased the bloodshed. That their world was still bathed in madness. That even though the mixing of the bloodlines was complete, the clans were not at rest. All the more to fear with the new leader on the rise...Markus.
Just then, Lucian could feel. He could sense the ground. Then his hand. He tensed his fingers. His arms came next. Then feet, legs, chest, joints, sound, touch, taste, speech...sight. He slowly opened his eyes. The functions of his body were coming alive again; it was only now that he could feel the beating of his heart. What he saw in front of him was the bleak background of Budapest's sewer system. He could also tell by the smell. A distinct sewer smell made up of waste, feces, rats, and those smells distinctive of Lycans and Vampires. He tested his knees...and jumped up. Stretching first, craning his neck, flexing his lean muscles. Lucian knew what he had to do. He would be damned if he let it all go down the tubes after all the work he had done. Damned if he could not stop this feud once and for all. He would prefer to do it without having to kill Markus.....but if he did have to....it wasn't like Lucian was complaining.
A loud crash to the werewolf leader's right brought him back to reality. His senses sharp, Lucian made his way out of the sewer. If he was lucky, Michael's scent would still be fresh, making the young American easier to track. Five or Six steps out of the dirty tunnels, Lucian felt his chest...yes, it was there. He breathed a mental sigh of relief. He would avenge her. At the end of this, her death will have not been in vain. She could rest - finally - and so could he. So could he.
"Do you see what I see?
Can you hear what I hear?
Do you see what I see?
Can you hear what I hear?
Do feel like I feel?
Can you dream what I dream?"
Ooooh! Lucian was getting pretty deep there at the end, eh? Well, that's it for now ppl, please press the little blue button down there and you will make moi verrrrryyyyy happy! -lee tea!
Against all reason Chapter 2: Sleeping awake
"Reveal to me the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means
Explain these motions in metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me
(Won't anybody listen?)
Define the riddles of my mind
Nothing is really what it seems"
It was dark.
That was all he knew. It was like he was suspended in time... he could not feel his own body or his surroundings. He could not move, see, hear, he could only think. He knew what had happened. He knew that his life had been taken from him, by a single bullet. So why was he still here? He remembered slowly slipping away, closing his eyes...but he could not remember anything after that. Try as he might, he did not remember. But then again...he wasn't sure he wanted to. He remembered the first time that his life had been at stake...
"Sonja!!"
"No!"
"You monster!"
Perhaps it was simply pure luck, escaping death every time. Or perhaps, it was fate. Fate, which kept its iron fist around his soul and would not let go until he completed the task that had been set before him. He knew that even now, the two species had not ceased the bloodshed. That their world was still bathed in madness. That even though the mixing of the bloodlines was complete, the clans were not at rest. All the more to fear with the new leader on the rise...Markus.
Just then, Lucian could feel. He could sense the ground. Then his hand. He tensed his fingers. His arms came next. Then feet, legs, chest, joints, sound, touch, taste, speech...sight. He slowly opened his eyes. The functions of his body were coming alive again; it was only now that he could feel the beating of his heart. What he saw in front of him was the bleak background of Budapest's sewer system. He could also tell by the smell. A distinct sewer smell made up of waste, feces, rats, and those smells distinctive of Lycans and Vampires. He tested his knees...and jumped up. Stretching first, craning his neck, flexing his lean muscles. Lucian knew what he had to do. He would be damned if he let it all go down the tubes after all the work he had done. Damned if he could not stop this feud once and for all. He would prefer to do it without having to kill Markus.....but if he did have to....it wasn't like Lucian was complaining.
A loud crash to the werewolf leader's right brought him back to reality. His senses sharp, Lucian made his way out of the sewer. If he was lucky, Michael's scent would still be fresh, making the young American easier to track. Five or Six steps out of the dirty tunnels, Lucian felt his chest...yes, it was there. He breathed a mental sigh of relief. He would avenge her. At the end of this, her death will have not been in vain. She could rest - finally - and so could he. So could he.
"Do you see what I see?
Can you hear what I hear?
Do you see what I see?
Can you hear what I hear?
Do feel like I feel?
Can you dream what I dream?"
Ooooh! Lucian was getting pretty deep there at the end, eh? Well, that's it for now ppl, please press the little blue button down there and you will make moi verrrrryyyyy happy! -lee tea!
