How can I pretend that I don't see

What you hide so carelessly?

I saw her bleed

You heard me bleed

And I froze inside myself and turned away

I must be dreaming

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The rain was pouring on the dark streets of Hungary, Budapest. It was late at night. Night workers and pedestrians were coming and going in every directions, heading to their occupations.

Among the hundreds of humans strolling down the streets were a Vampire and a hybrid. Selene and Michael Corvin. Except that they weren't heading towards anywhere in particular. In fact, they weren't heading nowhere. Or perhaps as far as they could.

Selene was walking in a firm, fast step throughout the dense crowd, always dressed in her black leather outfit and with her long, black coat on her back. Two guns were fastened to a belt around her waist, although hidden by her coat.

Michael, him, was trying his best to catch up to her, being dazed by the previous events. He couldn't believe what world he had engaged himself in. "Vampires and Lycans… werewolves, whatever they are", he was thinking. Actually, it was true.

He kept passing these memories again and again in his mind. First, he was assaulted by a mystery woman down at his apartment. Then, a full grown man (now identified as being one of these Lycans) bit him in an elevator. After that, he woke up in an unidentified place, and what he saw first was a blonde woman levitating to the ceiling. And during all these events, he's had these awful visions of a beautiful young woman being burned alive while her beloved was watching her die. And at last he understood that these weren't visions. They were memories. Lucian's memories.

And finally, there was the fight. The fight of which he remembered very little of it. The only thing he remembered was struggling in knee-deep water against another Vampire that was said to be oh-so powerful. And that… thing he's become. Yes, it was really a thing. An abomination. Half-Vampire, half-werewolf.

"Why me?" he kept asking himself. Never has he asked to be involved in a world of Vampires. "Perhaps, it could've been better for me to stay in America". He then took a glimpse at Selene, and found himself staring at her in some kind of admiration. It was not admiration. It was love. "Or perhaps not", he thought, a very slight smirk appearing on his pale face.

Help! I know I've got to tell someone

Tell them what I know you've done

I fear you

But spoken fears can come true

Once out of his gaze, Michael found himself to be alone, surrounded by the anonymous pedestrians. That was inevitable: he'd been lost in thoughts for not even a moment and had lost sight of Selene. He took some glimpses around the place, and finally located her a few feet ahead of him, walking in the same firm and speedy step.

"Selene! Selene, wait up!" Michael called her from behind. Selene didn't even turned around not as much as she slowed down.

"We have to make it fast," Selene said firmly. "Otherwise they'll find us."

"Who, they?" Michael asked, still confused about everything. As far as he was concerned, he couldn't even tell the difference between Vampires and Lycans. That was only for the sight, though. As for the scent, now that he's become a crossbreed of the two creatures, his senses could tell the difference pretty darn well.

Selene then turned around dryly to face Michael straight in the eyes. "They are everyone. Every Vampire, and every Lycan. You now live in a world of retribution and greed. We are the hunted."

"Where exactly do you have the intention to?" Michael asked.

And for the first time of the 127 years of her lonely life, Selene said, "I don't know," and then continued her fast walk through the crowd, Michael following from close. "We can't go anywhere. The Death Dealers will soon be after us. If not already."

"You don't have the intension of leaving the country, do you?" Michael asked. As far as he was concerned, that was completely out of the question. He had a job, an apartment to pay, a life… even though he wasn't so sure about his own whereabouts.

"We'll have to if no other opportunity presents itself to us," Selene said. Michael let out a long sigh which Selene noticed. She stopped walking and said, "Listen, two of the most powerful Vampires were killed in only one night, and one by my own hand. The Vampires will want Viktor to be avenged and I can guarantee you that we are their primary target. Your choice, whether you come with me, whether I leave you here and this is if you want to die."

Michael nodded, "I'll go with you." Selene continued to walk as he followed. He brought his hand to his face to wipe the water dripping from his chin and his hand accidentally touched the pendent he now had around his neck. Lucian's pendent. Sonja's pendent. It was somehow his, now.

Selene sighed and Michael realized that she was in fact feeling anxious, not to say afraid. She lowered her head, "Soon, Marcus will be awaken. We have to get as far as we can, before it's too late."

The only thing she didn't know, is that Marcus was already waking, and Vampire blood wasn't the only kind of blood going through his immortal veins. She didn't know. But soon, everything will be different.

It's only in my mind

Not real Life

No, I must be dreaming