Okay, this is my first fic but I'm pretty confident about it. It's not R yet but it probably will be later. Please read and review, and also I am willing to take suggestions.
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The fierce battle had just ended. Viktor was now dead, killed by the closest thing to his daughter.
As the evening calmed, fighting grew to an end, the air deafeningly still.
Selene's eyes were locked on Michael's. Even though neither said a word, they knew nothing
would be the same.
But then Selene was gone.
It happened all so quickly that Michael couldn't react in time. He had been lost in thoughts, but
now he was pulled back down to the world in confusion.
***
Her surroundings we only a blur as she ran through the tunnels. Selene had hardly thought as she
bolted from the scene of the battle. If she had thought, she probably would have forced herself to
stay. But there was no time to think right now. Her head was spinning with thoughts of that
evening's events, of what would happen next; but she concentrated on was getting far away where
none of them could find her; not the vampires, not the lycans, and certainly not Michael.
She couldn't face any of them right now. Especially not him. These changes were all too fast.
Almost as if she were human once again; in almost two hundred years she hadn't felt like this.
Everything had always been clear to her. But now every thing was more than just turned upside
down.
She went above ground finally. It was an eerie twilight, only an hour before sunrise. She would be
safe from the vampires during daylight, but not from the lycans, not from him. She had to find
shelter, she thought to herself. She did not want to be trapped as the sun rose and have her skin
burning. The thought made her shudder.
She moved swiftly through an ally, towards an abandoned building.
Selene climbed over crumbling stone to get through one of the lower windows, no glass in its
frame. The building looked like an ancient ruin.
She bolted up several flights of stairs until she slowed down at something like the 4th level up.
There were boxes and wood any other materials everywhere. Stacked against the walls, scattered
on the ground. Thankfully the windows on this level were boarded up, only an occasional crack
for light to come through.
Selene would have left to find a more suitable hideout, had she the time. The sun would rise in
less than a half an hour and she could not go any place where vampires might be or would go in
the near future, they would be able to tell that she had been there and track the scent from there.
She told herself, no matter how tired she was, she must not sleep. Who knows what could happen
while she slept. Another thing she wished was to be free of her thoughts. She almost preferred
being emotionless; it was much less painful than how she felt now. She couldn't bare what she was
feeling. Everything she had ever believed was a lie; she hated Viktor for it. But it was such a
sudden change, it was all happening so quickly.
And then there was Michael. She had no idea how to feel about Michael. Her heart had been
barren for hundreds of years, and now something was seeping through the ice veneer.
All Selene knew was that she didn't know. She just didn't know anything anymore. She knew that
it would be a while before she could ever face Michael, if she ever was able to figure out what she
was feeling.
Feeling. Was she really feeling? Is this what it's like to feel?
The emotional pain came with a physical one. Not only was she aching, cut, and bruised from
battle, and not to mention exhausted, she also felt a lump rising in her chest. It made all her battle
wounds seem like minor scratches. She felt weak all over and her head was spinning. All of the
sudden she became sick to her stomach. Doubling over, she let out a series of coughs. Crimson
blood splattered on the cold ground, pouring and dripping out of her mouth.
She was beyond sore now. Not only was she confused and forlorn, aching, bleeding, but she had
just lost even more blood. Her surroundings began to get fuzzy, no matter how hard she tried to
keep focused. The room began to spin, and it took no more than three seconds before she passed
out, soundlessly hitting the ground.
***
The lycans had taken Michael in after the battle. Lucian was not dead but was in a very weakened
state which crippled the pack even more.
Michael was still human on the inside, and dealt with his feelings more directly than Selene did.
He sat in the room he was given, wondering whether he should look for her or whether she would
come to him eventually. He knew in the back of his head that he loved her perhaps more than he
had loved anyone. All he wanted to do was hold her right now, but he didn't know where she had
gone or why, and that pained him more than anything else. More than his gunshot wound he had
received that night, more than all of the slashes on his chest. All he wanted was Selene.
A painful thought struck him. What if someone had got to her, what if the vampires had caught
her and killed her? Panic flooded him immediately.
***
The sun had not even set that evening when Selene woke with an excruciating headache. She
slowly sat up, not remembering where she was for a moment. She saw Michael sitting by the wall.
What was he doing here?
He greeted her quietly as he came toward her, lifting her up off the ground and holding her in his
arms. He had to support her body because she could not really stand. She was very weak and
shaky from the events that had taken place.
"What are you doing here?" she said, her voice shaky and her eyes not completely open.
"I was worried about you," he said, holding her close to him.
Slowly everything came back to Selene. She began to feel sick all over again. She fell out of
Michael's embrace, keeling on the ground while gaging and choking. She would have been
throwing up more blood, but not much was left in her stomache to throw up. Droplets came
slowly out of her mouth, but that was all. Her wounds from the previous evening had not even
healed yet, which was unusual for a vampire.
"You need to feed," Michael said calmly as he bent down closer to Selene.
Selene let out a grunt of pain as she coughed. She couldn't speak because she couldn't stop
gagging.
Michael sat down next to her and pulled her close to him, holding her tightly. He placed her head
on his lap as she laid there curled up and choking, her eyes watering and body convulsing.
He picked up a small piece of glass and brought it to his arm, cutting it to let blood out. He
turned Selene's head so she was facing up at him and her lightly put his hand on her chin to open
her mouth. He placed his bleeding arm not even an inch over her open mouth. Her coughing soon
subsided as surroundings came back into focus.
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The fierce battle had just ended. Viktor was now dead, killed by the closest thing to his daughter.
As the evening calmed, fighting grew to an end, the air deafeningly still.
Selene's eyes were locked on Michael's. Even though neither said a word, they knew nothing
would be the same.
But then Selene was gone.
It happened all so quickly that Michael couldn't react in time. He had been lost in thoughts, but
now he was pulled back down to the world in confusion.
***
Her surroundings we only a blur as she ran through the tunnels. Selene had hardly thought as she
bolted from the scene of the battle. If she had thought, she probably would have forced herself to
stay. But there was no time to think right now. Her head was spinning with thoughts of that
evening's events, of what would happen next; but she concentrated on was getting far away where
none of them could find her; not the vampires, not the lycans, and certainly not Michael.
She couldn't face any of them right now. Especially not him. These changes were all too fast.
Almost as if she were human once again; in almost two hundred years she hadn't felt like this.
Everything had always been clear to her. But now every thing was more than just turned upside
down.
She went above ground finally. It was an eerie twilight, only an hour before sunrise. She would be
safe from the vampires during daylight, but not from the lycans, not from him. She had to find
shelter, she thought to herself. She did not want to be trapped as the sun rose and have her skin
burning. The thought made her shudder.
She moved swiftly through an ally, towards an abandoned building.
Selene climbed over crumbling stone to get through one of the lower windows, no glass in its
frame. The building looked like an ancient ruin.
She bolted up several flights of stairs until she slowed down at something like the 4th level up.
There were boxes and wood any other materials everywhere. Stacked against the walls, scattered
on the ground. Thankfully the windows on this level were boarded up, only an occasional crack
for light to come through.
Selene would have left to find a more suitable hideout, had she the time. The sun would rise in
less than a half an hour and she could not go any place where vampires might be or would go in
the near future, they would be able to tell that she had been there and track the scent from there.
She told herself, no matter how tired she was, she must not sleep. Who knows what could happen
while she slept. Another thing she wished was to be free of her thoughts. She almost preferred
being emotionless; it was much less painful than how she felt now. She couldn't bare what she was
feeling. Everything she had ever believed was a lie; she hated Viktor for it. But it was such a
sudden change, it was all happening so quickly.
And then there was Michael. She had no idea how to feel about Michael. Her heart had been
barren for hundreds of years, and now something was seeping through the ice veneer.
All Selene knew was that she didn't know. She just didn't know anything anymore. She knew that
it would be a while before she could ever face Michael, if she ever was able to figure out what she
was feeling.
Feeling. Was she really feeling? Is this what it's like to feel?
The emotional pain came with a physical one. Not only was she aching, cut, and bruised from
battle, and not to mention exhausted, she also felt a lump rising in her chest. It made all her battle
wounds seem like minor scratches. She felt weak all over and her head was spinning. All of the
sudden she became sick to her stomach. Doubling over, she let out a series of coughs. Crimson
blood splattered on the cold ground, pouring and dripping out of her mouth.
She was beyond sore now. Not only was she confused and forlorn, aching, bleeding, but she had
just lost even more blood. Her surroundings began to get fuzzy, no matter how hard she tried to
keep focused. The room began to spin, and it took no more than three seconds before she passed
out, soundlessly hitting the ground.
***
The lycans had taken Michael in after the battle. Lucian was not dead but was in a very weakened
state which crippled the pack even more.
Michael was still human on the inside, and dealt with his feelings more directly than Selene did.
He sat in the room he was given, wondering whether he should look for her or whether she would
come to him eventually. He knew in the back of his head that he loved her perhaps more than he
had loved anyone. All he wanted to do was hold her right now, but he didn't know where she had
gone or why, and that pained him more than anything else. More than his gunshot wound he had
received that night, more than all of the slashes on his chest. All he wanted was Selene.
A painful thought struck him. What if someone had got to her, what if the vampires had caught
her and killed her? Panic flooded him immediately.
***
The sun had not even set that evening when Selene woke with an excruciating headache. She
slowly sat up, not remembering where she was for a moment. She saw Michael sitting by the wall.
What was he doing here?
He greeted her quietly as he came toward her, lifting her up off the ground and holding her in his
arms. He had to support her body because she could not really stand. She was very weak and
shaky from the events that had taken place.
"What are you doing here?" she said, her voice shaky and her eyes not completely open.
"I was worried about you," he said, holding her close to him.
Slowly everything came back to Selene. She began to feel sick all over again. She fell out of
Michael's embrace, keeling on the ground while gaging and choking. She would have been
throwing up more blood, but not much was left in her stomache to throw up. Droplets came
slowly out of her mouth, but that was all. Her wounds from the previous evening had not even
healed yet, which was unusual for a vampire.
"You need to feed," Michael said calmly as he bent down closer to Selene.
Selene let out a grunt of pain as she coughed. She couldn't speak because she couldn't stop
gagging.
Michael sat down next to her and pulled her close to him, holding her tightly. He placed her head
on his lap as she laid there curled up and choking, her eyes watering and body convulsing.
He picked up a small piece of glass and brought it to his arm, cutting it to let blood out. He
turned Selene's head so she was facing up at him and her lightly put his hand on her chin to open
her mouth. He placed his bleeding arm not even an inch over her open mouth. Her coughing soon
subsided as surroundings came back into focus.
