The sword collided with soft flesh, her hybrid panting softly on the ground. The betrayed face of the once powerful Viktor spurting with thick lack blood as his face falls apart. "Selene, I will be back for you my dear" his voice shatters her mind.

Selene's body arched in panic her breaths catching in her throat, the silky sheets pulled over her naked ashen body and the warm comfort of her love would not suppress the re-occurring fear that were her dreams. Fresh moonlight shone through the minute slit of material. Giving one final pant for good measure she slipped delicately out the large bed. The handsome man groaned and rolled over facing her, one oval eye awakening to her form. "Sleep" he groaned one of his fangs hanging delicately from his rosy lips, lazily he rolled over onto his muscular torso and ripped the sheets from their corners. "Awake my love, I have to go check in with Andrew, see if the house is all clear."

Selene pulled on her black pants and a skimpy woolen jumper, flattering her small frame. Sighing she slipped awkwardly from the room. This is how it had been for over 10 years, having killed her master and oldest vampire she was an excel and hunted by all her kind, and the sly Marcus had become a Hybrid which made circumstances even worse in her favour. Michael and her looked over their shoulders every day and now lived a secluded but happy life in the middle of the rolling hills of Scotland. Paying for a high- class security system seemed some how to ease the tension in the huge castle.

Selene's petite white feet slapped the stone stairs and she gracefully maneuvered each twist and corner until with in seconds she was in the middle of the spacious Grand Hall, ridiculously large oak doors loomed over her, but she smiled as they creaked and groaned at her recognition. Walking calmly over to a small silver box, she pressed a small silver button and waited for the harsh Scottish accent to fill her ears. "Yeh miss" Andrew replied.

"Is everything ok out there Andy?" she asked holding her breath expectantly.

"O' course miss why wouldn't it be?" Andrews's voice replied. "Another dream miss?" the intercom crackled.

"Yes, no need to worry what about the rest of the rooms are they secure?" Selene's smooth English accent tumbled through the intercom into Andrews's large and luxurious office set on the perimeter of the wide concrete gate.

"Yes they're fine and before you ask the wee ones are fine too" Andrew chuckled then clicked his intercom off. Selene withdrew her slender finger from the button and closed her mouth having been ready to ask the question Andrew had already answered. Now that that was over it was time for the biggest mission, getting her mate out of the clutches of his slumber.

Michael was a beautiful figure, his long mane of chestnut brown hair cascaded past his broad even shoulder; the shining of the comforting moon illuminated beige skin. Selene stood at the doorway thinking, she marched in deliberately slamming the thick wooden doors behind her so the window panes shook. Michael tensed a little but she knew he still slumbered, each breath he took he let out a little growl. "Michael?" she tentatively whispered, beyond the doors a window slammed. "Michael, get the hell up you lazy piece of." the roaring of what sounded like a wounded beast silenced her last word. Michael sat bolt up, gasping. Selene was already three paces out the door.

Michael grabbed his white pants and in seconds was at the side of his beautiful mate as the careened down the concrete halls. "The children!" she hollered as the noise became unbearable.

"Children!" Michael roared. In seconds his body began to change; his beige skin rippled his ribs contracted and his shoulders broadened. Dark shades of blue and black covered his frame and his powerful feet extended to match that of a wolf, eyes once brown mingled and blended so they became an endless black. Throwing his body forward he landed 30 paces in front of Selene. Grunting Selene leapt from the comforts of the ground and landed almost at his large shape, breaking a few windows as her heavy feet made contact with the ground.

The door to the children's corridor was open and to their horror the screams had been silenced, "oh dear god!" moaned Selene "we're to late". Whimpering they threw themselves through the doorframe and landed in a crowded common room. Selene and Michael stood dumb founded. 30 or so hybrid and vampire children milled around, but all stopped dead looking upon their masters; large blood stained eyes filled the room.

"Selene" the oldest vampire spoke, she was a very beautiful girl, blonde long locks and placid blue eyes, she almost looked innocent but for the blood stained lips and droplets of blood the slid from her lips down her alabaster chin. A mortal girl was slumped over the large couch and it seemed her lifeblood completely drained. Selene's face was a mask of pure utmost rage "It's forbidden" she whispered her fists clenching, knuckles became snowy white.

"Selene" the girl spoke again, but was silenced by a swift hand.

"It's forbidden" Selene roared again, Michael clasped her elbow in an effort to suppress the vampire woman. "In all the years I've cared for you!" she shrieked, forcing the younger vampires to shake and quiver "And this is how you repay me?"

"You don't understand Selene, my mother, my master," the girl whispered kneeling down in front of her gripping Selene's waist. Selene looked down at her, mouth knarled in disgust, "It's forbidden" Selene cried, and then in a flash was gone from the death filled room.

"What have you done;Aaliyah?" Michael whispered mournfully, "She'll have your head!" he cried. Aaliyah gasped taking a step backwards covering her mouth with shaking hands,

"No, it wasn't, I couldn't help it, you must make her understand Father!" she shrieked thick blood tears falling from her eagle eyes. Sliding forward she gripped his forarm, "Have I not been a faithful daughter to you and to Selene?" "Have I not looked after the other children and done your every whim?" her pathetic voice surrounded the bewildered vampire on-lookers.

"And have we not given you everything you'd ever dream, have we not given you immortality?" he spat in spite himself "You will get what you deserve, taking another's life is the punishment of death" he said in a somber tone. Then like a shadow or a whisper in a dream his form had disappeared from the chilled room.

Aaliyah turned to the rest of her siblings, tears streaming down her panic- stricken face. "I will not fall for this!" she whimpered. "I will not fall for this!" her voice growing at a steady rate. "I will not fall for this!" Aaliyah's voice exploded from her small mouth, until the spectators ears bled and the glass windows exploded all around, and all that could be heard through out the expansive house was her heart breaking sobs of defiance.
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