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Creatures of the Night
Chapter One: Of Shadow in the Night

All was silent when the body of Viktor dropped. There was no sound at all except the beating of one vampire's heart. She stood there, looking at the now bloody water, Michael the hybrid standing there as well, looking at her as if asking her what to do. She didn't move, didn't even breath for fear she would collapse like Viktor had. For more then a century Viktor had taken care of her, showed her the way through this strange world of Lycans verses vampire. He had taught her everything she knew, from how to feed to how to take out three or more Lycans at a time. Everything she had come to know, to live for, had all been a lie, a mere waste of time.

She blinked as a single tear rolled over her perfectly features, landing with a small splash in the blood infested water. Slowly she tilted her head up, taking in her surroundings. Both Vampires and Lycans alike stood by, watching to see what the devious death dealer would do next. What little was left of the vampires coven backed away in shock, as the Lycans backed away in awe and confusion, taking in yet not registering what had just happened. A Vampire had just killed one of their own, not just any vampire but an Elder. The most powerful Elder of the three, Viktor.

The vampire eyes slowly changed back into those of human eyes, as Selene's hand let the sword drop from her palm to the bloody ground. She didn't want to be a vampire anymore, not that she ever had a say in the matter. She didn't want the sense of possession, the need to be in control that swiftly took over every time her green eyes where replaced with those of the frigid icy blue vampires. Her head dropped back to the floor. She didn't know how long she had been standing there, maybe a minute, maybe ten, whichever it was, it felt like an eternity. She just stared unblinkingly into the now deep red bloodbath when a hand fell upon her shoulder.

She looked up and her eyes looked straight onto those of Michael, the human Michael. He stared at her, something in his eyes had startled her, was it sorrow of pity? Whatever it was she could not tell, his eyes were livid and compassionate, the warmth of them had not yet been lost to the creature that was embedded in his very soul. She wondered for a split second whether or not that would change in time, as everything else always did.

"I'm sorry." Was the only thing he said. His words were barely above a whisper, as though he didn't want anyone else to hear. The words engraved themselves in her mind where they were repeated over and over again. I'm sorry. So am I, she though. Selene had forgotten about the two covens that were once looking down upon her, judging her, weighing her fortune as if she where a disgrace. She unwillingly broke eye contact with Michael and finally took in her surroundings. Neither Vampire nor Lycan were in sight, every one had left, why, she didn't know. Nothing moved or breathed but Selene and Michael.

She brought her eyes back to Michael who still had his hand on her shoulder. Lost, empty green eyes locked with those of rich, warm brown ones. She didn't move as he took a step towards her and locked her in his strong embrace. He held her close, as if willing himself to never let her go. He was reaching out to her then and she knew it, but she did not reach back. She just stood there, locked up in her own thoughts as he cling on to her. She didn't even wrap her arms around him; she just kept her hands to her sides as her head rested on his lean chest.

"We should go," she said. Her voice was void of any emotion, flat and sinister, never showing her true feelings. "We have to get out of here before they decide to come back. They WILL come back." Michael knew that, but he didn't care. All that he cared about was this tough and jaded woman.

She had been a warrior in this never ending battle for how long now? He didn't know. Hell sometimes she didn't even know just how long she had been fighting this so called war. In fact she didn't even care how long, that wasn't what mattered anymore, all that mattered was that all of this time, she had been fighting for nothing more then a lost cause. She had killed so many Lycans and, now that she looks at it, what for? It was all a story; fed to her by the one person she would have given her life for, Viktor. She now came to despise that name. It left a chill in her that never seemed to end.

"Where do we go? I don't have any money or clothes, I don't have anything." Michael's voice trailed off, just realizing what this change in him really meant and just how big it really was.

"We may be able to stop by your apartment, but we'll have to be quick about it, the Lycans should be getting to it shortly, if they haven't already. You can pick up a couple of things, only the essentials, things you'll need." She stared at him so hard that he lowered his gaze a little, giving her a slight nod.

"Let's go." As soon as the words left her mouth she was already at one of the openings in the damp, bloodbath of a den that was once home to the Lycans before death had washed away most of everything and anything. Michael ran to catch up to her, she didn't stop once to wait for him. She didn't even glance over her shoulder to make sure he was behind her, she just stared straight ahead, guns raised incase of any stragglers that may have been left behind by either one of the two covens. It wasn't long before they lead themselves out of the underground subway station and back to Selene's Jaguar. They got in the car and where off with the screeching of two tires. They disappeared as if they were never there. As if they were never anything more then two shadows in the night.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Tell the truth, I know the chapter is a little short, sorry about that, this is my first fan fic ever onine! Thanks for taking the time to read it. -Marie