Here it is!!!! The last chapter! I'm so sorry it's short. I hope you like it though. Please read and review.

After this, I'm probably going to do a oneshot songfic, and then I'm working on a long story which will include more characters, like Erika, and even some origional characters!

I'm going to take this little space to respond to some reviewers...

Lady K2: Thank you for reviewing regularly; it really means a lot to me. And keep up with your fic, because I'm a fan of it too.

Adalon Ithilriel: Again, thanks so much for reviewing, and keep up with Far From Over, which is my all-time favourite fic right now.

Marie Antoinette's Head: Thanks for the review. And yes, Switchblade Symphony IS awesome! You're one of the only people who understand the refrence of my name.

The Lady Mage: Yeah, I know you don't count as a 'reviewer', seeing as how you didn't review; but it's all good. Thank you sooo much for the chatting. I enjoy chatting. And keep up with your story; I find it quite awesome.

And thanks to EVERYONE else who reviewed; it really means a lot to me. I know this fic is short and kind of ...narrow; but it's my first and I think it's a necessary step for me to get through as a writer.

Disclaimer: see other chapters.

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It had never really occured to her that with bad things comes some good. As with any thing, really. But it all seemed perfectly clear now: If Viktor had not made her immortal that night, she would have died centuries before Michael Corvin was ever born.

It was the middle of the middle of the day, when most of the lycans were asleep, when everything started to come back. She realized that she was in the lycan den, but that wasn't what mattered at the moment. As her eyes focused, she noticed Michael sitting at the other end of the room.

He was out of his chair immediately, rushing to her side. "Selene..." was all that escaped his lips.

As they stared into each other's eyes, something very unexpected happened. Selene threw her arms around Michael in a tight embrace.

"Michael..." came her choked words. She pulled away from his embrace, noticing something very strange. Bringing her hand to her face, she brushed a finger accross her face. She stared her hand, noticing the salty liquid she had just wiped away.

...tears...

"I'm...crying..." she whispered quietly.

Michael gently cupped her face in his hands and wiped away her tears, staring deeply into her eyes. They both leaned in closely, pressing their lips together.

Sighing gently, Selene made a resolution:

You cannot change the past; it is useless to regret it. Just be happy for where it got you, make the best of it, and don't let your chances slip away...