Moments passed but time didn't seem to make sense. Everything went by instantly, back and forth, past and present, and yet it felt like time wasn't moving at all. The two of them were just suspended in a sort of etheric plane, everything physical dissolving for those moments.

Michael came back to his concious thoughts, wondering how long he and Selene had been sitting there. It didn't matter. He thought for a moment maybe they should leave this abandoned building, it was far from safe here. But where would they go?

He thought of how he had stayed with the lycans the previous night. They had welcomed him instantly, but he doubted they would do the same for Selene. He then remembered his apartment. The vampires would eventually find it, he knew, but it would only be for the day, then the two of them could figure out where to go from there.

He realised that his apartment would be the best bet, he needed to gather supplies and get cleaned up. Selene was still wearing her tight PVC suit and corset, which couldn't have been too comfortable. Her hair was a mess and her alabaster skin was dirty and stained with blood. There were lines of dried blood down the side of here face that had come from the gash in her forehead when Viktor had struck her.

Michael surpressed the anger that he felt rising up. He looked down into her eyes, searching as if for an answer or suggestion of what to do. Her still bright blue eyes stared right back at him, though they had a distant stare that told him she was not really seeing her surroundings.

"Selene..." he said softly.

No answer.

"Selene," he began again, this time continuing, "we need to get out of here. The sun will be rising soon. I could take you to my house, just for the day."

Still she did not respond, just stared blankly into space.

Michael decided that he would have to take charge, to decide for himself without Selene's approval this time. He slowly began to stand up, lifting her with him.

***

There are reasons why immortals do not live forever as one might think. Besides the obvious being killed one way or another, one's soul, per se, cannot last forever. The world around an immortal will change immensly, and eventually they cannot keep up. Though technologies and such are not such a problem, there are certain conducts and behaviors of society that, after some time, one cannot at all relate to. So after several hundreds of years, depending on the immortal, they might seek to end it in some way. This does not mean to physically kill themselves, for there is more than just physical death to such things, and for most means they are technically already dead in that way.

Why do you think the Vampire Elders hibernate? Why is the Coven completely separated from society? These are the reasons they are able to last as long as they have.

But when one has seen, done and experienced such as Selene has, and to have everything turned over and shattered such as it just had, there is a sort of shock that comes with it. To be immortal in every essence means that one must be a consistant, stable being, gliding through time. One cannot adapt to change, especially so drastic and quickly as this.

She just layed there, suspended in semi-conciousness for so long. She didn't think, she didn't register anything anymore.

***

Michael stood Selene up straight, but when he let go she would just slump back down. It was disturbing to see, her eyes still an iridescent blue staring blankly ahead. Why, he thought, when he came out of that semi-concious state where time made no sense, why hadn't she come out of it? Had he lost her somewhere along the way?

The questions made his head spin. He couldn't imagine life without her. He resolved that he would bring her back to his apartment for the day, and then take her to the lycan den. He was unsure of how they would react, but he needed to consult another immortal who might know why the hell she was completely catatonic.

He had to carry her back to the apartment. He must have looked strange to the mortals, carrying a woman in his arms who looked dead except for the fact that her eyes were very much open. He didn't care though, he had to hurry and get there before the sun started to rise.

The door was open from a few nights ago when Selene had kicked it open. He closed it behind them and put a chair in front of it. It was the human in him that put the chair there, he knew that should any immortal want to get in a chair was certainly not going to stop them.

Michael put Selene on the couch and proceeded to shut all the blinds in the apartment, hoping that would be enough to keep the sun out. He then went into the bathroom and grabbed a few washcloths, wetting them in warm water. He went back to Selene and tenderly wiped the blood and dirt off of her face.

Once he was done he took her into his bedroom and put her on his bed, tucking her under the covers. She only layed there, staring up at the ceiling.

Michael sat in a chair in the room watching her, guarding over her. She never fell asleep, never even moved. His eyelids became very heavy after several hours and soon he sunk to sleep.

***

He had a dream, a terrible horrifying dream. Selene was there, staring bankly ahead just as she had been doing for most of the night. Slowly, the sun began to rise, but she didn't do anything. She stared blankly ahead, not even blinking as the sun burned and killed her.

***

Michael woke with a start, upset over the dream. He looked over at the bed where Selene still was. She was just as he had left her. He got up and gathered her in his arms, hugging her. He wasn't doing this to comfort her, he knew nothing could right now, he was doing it to comfort himself.