Rogue mystique: here be the second chappy! Read and review… woo!!!!
Disclaimer: don't own underworld, though how cool would that be?!
DrewtheWolf: aw… you're my first reviewer for this story! Thank you!!!! Aw shucks… you say I've got talent… :)
Lady K2: phew, I was worried in case I would get flames for how I wrote Selene and Michael so thanks! Hm… I'm curious as to what happens to the girl too, wait, I do know! LOL, thanks for reviewing!
Akasha11: oh don't you worry there will be romance, just not a lot cos I suck at writing romance. I'll do my best though! Thanks for saying it stood out! Thank you!
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Chapter Two
Luke dropped the woman and his mouth opened; he almost retched at the excess blood dripping down from the corners of his mouth. Even if he had saved her, Luke had ruined her life forever, never to see sunlight, never to see her family as a normal person.
A slight moaning issued from the woman's lips and she suddenly sat up, attempting to stand but only succeeded in falling back again. Luke moved forward to help her but thought twice, what if she remembered him? Luke just stood wringing his hands as the woman looked up.
"Who are you?" the woman cried out in fear, "god, did you bite me? You freak!" she stumbled onto her feet and clutched her neck which was still dripping tiny droplets of crimson liquid, her hands were coated in it and she winced at the metallic smell.
"I… I'm sorry…" Luke mentally hit himself
"Sorry? Sorry? What the hell are you?" Luke watched her back away as if to run.
"You have to come with me, please…" Luke whimpered.
"Come with you? After BITING MY NECK!?" The woman screeched, her visible amber eyes blazed.
Luke could smell the fear coming off in waves. Luke felt hollow and suddenly very alone. He had fought rogue Lycans before but there was no way her would harm a woman… again.
"Please…" Luke barely whimpered.
The woman turned around and groaned when a wall was her only… escape. Luke watched the panic in those vibrant eyes and knew she wouldn't come with him willingly. She had to go with him, he had to explain what he had done, why he had done it, and that she was a… freak too. This woman, if she didn't come, could easily kill herself, she could go home and wake up to sunlight. Not good. On several occasions Luke had felt the deep, burning sensation of light on his pale flesh, it felt like some invisible, pure being was eating him alive, he had ran for cover instantly though.
"I will explain everything if you come with me!" Luke was losing his patience fast.
"No! You'll have to force me!" The woman stood up tall and held her head high; though her eyes trembled with unshed tears. Her flaming amber eyes were almost indistinguishable in the dark shadowy alley.
"Very well." Luke growled softly, he had already hurt her but she had refused to come with him so he had no choice but to do it again.
The woman shifted on her feet and screwed her eyes shut. Luke grabbed her arms and twisted them around her back, she did scream, louder this time. Grabbing the purple scarf that was halfway undone around her bleeding neck, he tied it around her mouth. The fear that radiated off of her was sickly sweet in Luke's nostrils. Keeping the arms pinned, he somehow managed to lift her, his right arm crooked under her knees and his other on her back, still holding the squirming arms. A few well-aimed kicks were placed at Luke but he had dealt with worse.
Trying to avoid the tears of pure terror running down the pale face of the woman, Luke ran as best as he could to the mansion which was a good while away.
"I don't even know your name." Luke wanted to die; he had betrayed all the promises he had made to himself throughout all these years.
Now he had to meet his parents.
Selene would kill him, Michael would laugh then shut up when Selene would threaten to "bite your obnoxious head off". The squirming stopped and Luke looked down, the woman was trembling uncontrollably and her head was shaking, the tears had stopped, only to be replaced by dry sobs. Guilt racked at Luke's body like nails down a blackboard.
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Selene sat in her and Michael's room, her head still bowed and her arms wrapped around her body. Michael walked in and noticed the air of morbidness that ran thick through the dreary room with it's blackened windows and dull lighting. He swivelled his attention to his dear wife. Her short raven black locks covered her eyes, casting a shadow over her whole face as well.
"It's Luke isn't it? He's caved." Michael said softly, placing a loving hand on Selene's shoulder.
He felt her tense and then relax when she heard his voice. Her voice trembled in unwelcome distress when she spoke.
"I managed to fight it Michael. I remember doing exactly what Luke would do in his room at night, I could hear him." Selene lifted her head slightly, the veil of hair parting slightly, Michael could see the unbearable pain in her dark eyes that mirrored his own.
"I thought it was only me that heard him." Michael shuddered.
Luke would sit in his room and bang his head off the walls, repeating the same promise over and over again.
I won't do it! I won't do it!
"We can't help him… that's what is killing me inside, the fact that we can't help our own son. The only way we could stop it would be to confined him, and I could never do that to our Luke." Selene wiped away the crystal tears that ran down her porcelain cheeks.
"I know, me neither… we will have to talk…" Michael was cut off by a loud scream.
Both he and Selene stood up and faced each other, neither of them knew who the scream belonged to but it held fear, pure fear. It continued to rip through the halls as the two anxious parents ran down the hall in eagerness to find out what was wrong. They skidded out to the driveway and searched around for any sign of intrusion. Then they saw a young woman stumbling with marks on her neck.
What they saw made Selene cry with no shame and Michael groan in despair.
Luke was back. Not alone.
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"Nearly there… almost…" Luke panted hard as his feet slammed against the pavement.
The woman whimpered and scrunched her body into an awkward ball. Luke moaned and heaved her up as she slipped. He had been running for a solid fifteen minutes at full speed. On several occasions the woman had struggled against his grip and at one time he nearly dropped her onto the ground in his frustration at her lack of stillness.
Luke felt his tears whip past and follow the wind. He did not want to do this, a deep, foreboding within him told him his welcome at the mansion would not be pleasant. His mother was very strict.
The mansion rolled into view and Luke had never felt happier to see the spindly black gates or the overwhelming gothic windows that seemed to stare at him accusingly as he kicked open the gate and walked the rest of the way.
Sudden exhaustion caught up with Luke and he stumbled several times, at one point his arm slipped from the tight grasp he had on the woman's ice-cold arms and she whipped them forward. Luke felt stinging slaps and tremendous kicks fly onto his worn out body but he didn't care, as he was already on the floor unconscious.
The woman stared for a moment at her blue eyed, blonde kidnapper then her senses came alive. She tore away the now dirty fabric in her mouth and screamed. She screamed till her throat was raw, then she heard footsteps rushing toward her, she looked up just in time to see a tall woman with short raven hair weeping and a dark blonde man with his head bowed.
The woman whose name no one knew stumbled forward then collapsed in exhaustion and lack of blood.
She wanted to wake up from the nightmare of which she belonged to, but she never would. The nightmare had claimed her.
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