[I would like to add I do not own Underworld or any of its characters. Dylan is © to me. Please review and thank you so much for the reviews so far, thank you again—Drew]
Selene and Michael were still downstairs when the doorbell rang, Dylan growled slightly and lazily got up; "I'll get it." She grumbled, and open the front door a grin spread 'cross her face, "Sheen!" she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. Sheen smiled but it quickly turned to a grimace, "Dylan, I need to speak to your mother." She nodded. "Sure, I'll ge—"she turned around; Selene was already walking up the stairs. "Dylan, go upstairs." She said rather quickly.
Dylan opened her mouth to protest, but Selene shot her a glare and she gritted her fangs and walked up the stairs.
"Sheen what 'tis it?" Selene asked anxiously, "They know." Selene swore under her breath, "How!" she snapped, "A spy, anything Selene, it could be anyone but they know about Dylan; does she know about them Selene?" he said quickly clenching his teeth and pacing. "No." Michael said before Selene could say a word. "About what?" Dylan peered down the stairs.
Selene slapped Michael up side the head. "Brilliant Michael..." she turned to Dylan, "I know how you are Dyl' so I might as well tell you," she sighed, "I was a death-dealer fifteen years ago. Once I bit your father I left the side of the vampires after I had discovered Viktor the elder had killed my family." Dylan's eyes widened, "I knew it!" she jumped over the stairs and landed infront of them. "why keep it a secret from me?" she asked angered heeding the edge of her voice and wrapping around her tounge. "Dylan it was a danger to you, I know you would go after them if you knew they were still hunting us. Dylan you are in danger, they will do anything to have your blood." Selene said, brown eyes serious and staring. "Then why don't we just go kill them." Dylan made a punching action. "No!" Selene sneered, "I won't put you in danger for some un-grateful bloods."
Dylan rolled her eyes, "You were a death-dealer you con' take them out with one shot." Selene sighed and Sheen spoke up, "They know your hear you must leave. You have less then forty-eight hours." He gave Selene a hug, and smiled at Dylan; "See you soon." And with that he left. Dylan was furious, "No! I want to kill them, why should we run and have to hide, I refuse!" Selene looked at Dylan, "I know you want to! But, its not that easy, they will kill you first." Dylan snarled and stormed up the stairs, she peered outside at the black stallion in her backyard, a gift from Sheen a few years ago; the stallions name was Raven and she grinned, Dylan had an idea...
She packed her things up and fell into bed, as the day approached she would she little of her mother and father she waited till noon. Then she would make her escape.
She crept down stairs and unlocked a drawer, inside was a berretta. It was kept for emergences for any break-ins, or attacks; Dylan knew that some vampires hated her father and they had tried to kill him before. Selene had kept the berretta for safety measures.
Dylan threw all the spare ammunition in her bag and jumped out the window landing with a thud she had saddled up Raven last night so he would be ready and she jumped on his; he whined shrilly and reared riding off.
Michael ran up the stairs and burst outside, "Shit!" he slammed the door and yelled, "She took off. Selene, Dylan left! I am telling you Sheen has something to do with this!" he snarled and slammed the door.
Selene bit her lips, maybe Michael was right, how else could they have found them?