Author's Note: This is my first fic, so please be nice. I wasn't even going to post this, but vampirehuntr talked me into it. (Speaking of vampirehuntr, if you haven't read her fic, you should) Thanks to Moose: A ton and a half of thanks, I couldn't have done it without you!! Please review!
Summary: After Viktor's death, Selene disappears. Michael wants to go after her, but his duty to the lycans prevents it. When she suddenly shows up nearly a year later, he is thrilled to see her. But the news she brings is not good.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it. Only original characters and plot are mine. Please don't sue!
Prologue: The Aftermath
Michael shivered in his human skin. After the night's events, his human form felt like that of a stranger. His body almost ached to become his bestial self again, though his human mind reviled it. He wondered if Selene or Lucian felt this way. He searched through Lucian's memories, but found nothing that answered his question.
He followed Selene out of the sewer system that was the lycan's former den, and into the rainy night. His hair, already damp from his fight with Viktor, quickly became soaked, as did his pants.
"Wait a moment," Selene said, just before they rounded a corner. She didn't have her gun out, so he assumed no one was attacking, but then what was going on?
"What is it?" he asked, trying to peer around her.
"How far are we from your apartment?" Selene asked, ignoring his question.
"Four blocks," he responded, very confused. Selene glanced at the horizon, and Michael understood. Sunrise was coming. Selene broke into a run, and Michael followed, surprised to find that he had to slow down so she could keep up. Apparently, his hybrid speed carried over to his human form.
His apartment door stood open from the previous night. Selene, behind Michael, and only slightly out of breath from her long sprint, shut the door behind them, bracing the broken lock with a chair. Michael tossed her some clothes so she could change out of her dripping latex. She went into the bathroom and shut the door. Michael sighed; he'd hoped she would change in the bedroom. She probably wanted a shower, he told himself.
Selene leaned back against the bathroom door. Everything she had been told, everything she had believed, was a lie. The one person she thought she could count on to always tell her the truth had been the greatest liar of all. And she had killed him.
Kraven, she reflected as she took off her corset and began unzipping her suit, had only wanted to end the war. Admittedly, he had gone about it in a way that would result in his being the leader of vampires, but all-in-all, his intentions had been good.
Especially good for him, she thought. And Michael...How did she feel about Michael? He was attractive, certainly. Erika was right about that. But she barely knew him. Selene turned on the shower, and stepped into the heated water. The drops that fell on her skin were hot, almost scalding, but her skin did not warm. Sometimes she felt as though her skin would never warm up to the temperature it had been when she was a human. She felt like she'd been cold since the night Viktor had turned her, nearly five hundred years ago.
Ten minutes later, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel, rubbing the drops of water from her skin. She put on the clothes Michael had given her, consisting of an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. She felt alien in the comfortable clothes, having never worn anything so casual.
She left the bathroom, and found Michael, in a dry pair of pants, but still shirtless, making coffee. He handed her a cup and she took a sip gratefully. The hot drink warmed her insides in a way the shower had not. She drank greedily, absorbing its warmth.
"Cold?" asked Michael, noting the way she wrapped her hands around the mug.
"No, I just like hot drinks," Selene told him. Michael remembered the cold feel of her lips against his that night in the safe house.
"It has to do with being a vampire," she said. "When you're turned, all of your warmth gradually fades. Most vampires do not regret their existence as an immortal, except for the inability to get warm." Selene took another drink of her coffee and Michael asked, "What do we do now?" Selene did not answer, and Michael wondered if she'd heard him. He was about to repeat his query when she said, without looking at him, "You should rest here today, and go looking for the pack tonight. With Lucian dead, they'll need a leader. As the first hybrid, they'll accept you." She stopped, and took a sip of her coffee, then set the empty cup down on the kitchen table.
"What about you?" Michael asked, noticing she had not included herself in this scenario. Selene said nothing, only shrugged. She knew she couldn't go back to the vampires; they no doubt thought her a traitor of the worst sort. She had killed Viktor after all.
"You could stay here. With me," Michael said.
"Where would I sleep?" Selene asked, ever practical. "You don't have a couch."
"Well, you could sleep on the bed, with me," Michael ventured tentatively, hoping she would accept his blatant offer. "Or I could sleep on the floor," he added quickly. Selene paused to consider, then said. "I think maybe I'll stay, just for the night." Michael smiled and Selene, to Michael's surprise as much as her own, smiled back.
What is wrong with me? She wondered. She didn't know how she could let him get to her the way he did. She wanted him in a way she hadn't wanted any man ever before, human or vampire.
Michael's bed was narrow; they would have to sleep close to avoid falling off. Michael climbed in, patting the empty sheets beside him. Selene joined him after only a moment's hesitation, curling her body against his, her back to his chest. He draped one arm around her waist. His other hand traced patterns on her bare arm, like letters of an alphabet only he knew.
Selene felt safe in his arms, warm and at ease for the first time almost since she'd been turned. Enveloped in the warmth of Michael's embrace, she began to drift towards sleep.
"Selene," Michael whispered in her ear, brushing her damp hair from her neck.
"Hm?"
"You could come with me tomorrow," he suggested. "To the lycan den, I mean. I'm sure they wouldn't mind. You did kill Viktor after all."
"Michael," she said reasonably, turning in his arms. "I'm a vampire. They would never accept me."
"But Viktor—"
"Michael," she said, cutting him off, pressing her fingers against his lips. "You think killing Viktor should count for something, should matter, but it doesn't. I've killed too many of your kind."
"It matters to me," he told her quietly against her fingers. She took them away and replaced them with her lips. He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer. She brought one hand up to stroke his cheek, the other sliding beneath his shirt, running her hand over his lean frame, making him growl with pleasure. Michael remembered the night in the questioning room. Her lips had been cold and lifeless beneath his. They were still cold, but as for lifeless, well...
Her breath came faster and harder as their kiss deepened and her clothes began to hit the floor.
Selene awoke in Michael's arms an hour or two after dusk. Her bare skin was warm within the circle his arms created around her. She shivered with the novelty of the pleasure that the combination of warmth and Michael's love had instilled in her. She gently disentangled herself from him, albeit reluctantly, and dressed herself in her own clothes, which were still in the bathroom. Dressed, with her hair as arranged and combed as her fingers could manage, she stood by the bed, staring at Michael's still sleeping form. He looked so vulnerable asleep. She hated to leave him like this, but she knew if he asked her to go with him again, she would not be able to refuse him.
I love you, she thought, picking up the clothes she had borrowed from him, and folding them. She almost put them on the dresser, but decided to take them with her, for memory's sake.
With one last glance at his sleeping form, she left, closing the door carefully behind her.
A/N: What do you think? Please review!!!
I'm reposting all my chapters. Nothing major, mostly grammar stuff. So if you notice anything specific that you think is a bit screwy (or a lot screwy) please let me know so I can fix it!
Summary: After Viktor's death, Selene disappears. Michael wants to go after her, but his duty to the lycans prevents it. When she suddenly shows up nearly a year later, he is thrilled to see her. But the news she brings is not good.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it. Only original characters and plot are mine. Please don't sue!
Prologue: The Aftermath
Michael shivered in his human skin. After the night's events, his human form felt like that of a stranger. His body almost ached to become his bestial self again, though his human mind reviled it. He wondered if Selene or Lucian felt this way. He searched through Lucian's memories, but found nothing that answered his question.
He followed Selene out of the sewer system that was the lycan's former den, and into the rainy night. His hair, already damp from his fight with Viktor, quickly became soaked, as did his pants.
"Wait a moment," Selene said, just before they rounded a corner. She didn't have her gun out, so he assumed no one was attacking, but then what was going on?
"What is it?" he asked, trying to peer around her.
"How far are we from your apartment?" Selene asked, ignoring his question.
"Four blocks," he responded, very confused. Selene glanced at the horizon, and Michael understood. Sunrise was coming. Selene broke into a run, and Michael followed, surprised to find that he had to slow down so she could keep up. Apparently, his hybrid speed carried over to his human form.
His apartment door stood open from the previous night. Selene, behind Michael, and only slightly out of breath from her long sprint, shut the door behind them, bracing the broken lock with a chair. Michael tossed her some clothes so she could change out of her dripping latex. She went into the bathroom and shut the door. Michael sighed; he'd hoped she would change in the bedroom. She probably wanted a shower, he told himself.
Selene leaned back against the bathroom door. Everything she had been told, everything she had believed, was a lie. The one person she thought she could count on to always tell her the truth had been the greatest liar of all. And she had killed him.
Kraven, she reflected as she took off her corset and began unzipping her suit, had only wanted to end the war. Admittedly, he had gone about it in a way that would result in his being the leader of vampires, but all-in-all, his intentions had been good.
Especially good for him, she thought. And Michael...How did she feel about Michael? He was attractive, certainly. Erika was right about that. But she barely knew him. Selene turned on the shower, and stepped into the heated water. The drops that fell on her skin were hot, almost scalding, but her skin did not warm. Sometimes she felt as though her skin would never warm up to the temperature it had been when she was a human. She felt like she'd been cold since the night Viktor had turned her, nearly five hundred years ago.
Ten minutes later, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel, rubbing the drops of water from her skin. She put on the clothes Michael had given her, consisting of an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. She felt alien in the comfortable clothes, having never worn anything so casual.
She left the bathroom, and found Michael, in a dry pair of pants, but still shirtless, making coffee. He handed her a cup and she took a sip gratefully. The hot drink warmed her insides in a way the shower had not. She drank greedily, absorbing its warmth.
"Cold?" asked Michael, noting the way she wrapped her hands around the mug.
"No, I just like hot drinks," Selene told him. Michael remembered the cold feel of her lips against his that night in the safe house.
"It has to do with being a vampire," she said. "When you're turned, all of your warmth gradually fades. Most vampires do not regret their existence as an immortal, except for the inability to get warm." Selene took another drink of her coffee and Michael asked, "What do we do now?" Selene did not answer, and Michael wondered if she'd heard him. He was about to repeat his query when she said, without looking at him, "You should rest here today, and go looking for the pack tonight. With Lucian dead, they'll need a leader. As the first hybrid, they'll accept you." She stopped, and took a sip of her coffee, then set the empty cup down on the kitchen table.
"What about you?" Michael asked, noticing she had not included herself in this scenario. Selene said nothing, only shrugged. She knew she couldn't go back to the vampires; they no doubt thought her a traitor of the worst sort. She had killed Viktor after all.
"You could stay here. With me," Michael said.
"Where would I sleep?" Selene asked, ever practical. "You don't have a couch."
"Well, you could sleep on the bed, with me," Michael ventured tentatively, hoping she would accept his blatant offer. "Or I could sleep on the floor," he added quickly. Selene paused to consider, then said. "I think maybe I'll stay, just for the night." Michael smiled and Selene, to Michael's surprise as much as her own, smiled back.
What is wrong with me? She wondered. She didn't know how she could let him get to her the way he did. She wanted him in a way she hadn't wanted any man ever before, human or vampire.
Michael's bed was narrow; they would have to sleep close to avoid falling off. Michael climbed in, patting the empty sheets beside him. Selene joined him after only a moment's hesitation, curling her body against his, her back to his chest. He draped one arm around her waist. His other hand traced patterns on her bare arm, like letters of an alphabet only he knew.
Selene felt safe in his arms, warm and at ease for the first time almost since she'd been turned. Enveloped in the warmth of Michael's embrace, she began to drift towards sleep.
"Selene," Michael whispered in her ear, brushing her damp hair from her neck.
"Hm?"
"You could come with me tomorrow," he suggested. "To the lycan den, I mean. I'm sure they wouldn't mind. You did kill Viktor after all."
"Michael," she said reasonably, turning in his arms. "I'm a vampire. They would never accept me."
"But Viktor—"
"Michael," she said, cutting him off, pressing her fingers against his lips. "You think killing Viktor should count for something, should matter, but it doesn't. I've killed too many of your kind."
"It matters to me," he told her quietly against her fingers. She took them away and replaced them with her lips. He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer. She brought one hand up to stroke his cheek, the other sliding beneath his shirt, running her hand over his lean frame, making him growl with pleasure. Michael remembered the night in the questioning room. Her lips had been cold and lifeless beneath his. They were still cold, but as for lifeless, well...
Her breath came faster and harder as their kiss deepened and her clothes began to hit the floor.
Selene awoke in Michael's arms an hour or two after dusk. Her bare skin was warm within the circle his arms created around her. She shivered with the novelty of the pleasure that the combination of warmth and Michael's love had instilled in her. She gently disentangled herself from him, albeit reluctantly, and dressed herself in her own clothes, which were still in the bathroom. Dressed, with her hair as arranged and combed as her fingers could manage, she stood by the bed, staring at Michael's still sleeping form. He looked so vulnerable asleep. She hated to leave him like this, but she knew if he asked her to go with him again, she would not be able to refuse him.
I love you, she thought, picking up the clothes she had borrowed from him, and folding them. She almost put them on the dresser, but decided to take them with her, for memory's sake.
With one last glance at his sleeping form, she left, closing the door carefully behind her.
A/N: What do you think? Please review!!!
I'm reposting all my chapters. Nothing major, mostly grammar stuff. So if you notice anything specific that you think is a bit screwy (or a lot screwy) please let me know so I can fix it!