Hey here's chapter 2.thanks for those who helped me with some of the
questions about this and the previous chapters. If you see vampire and
vampyre spelled both ways I gave up on spelling it with a "y" even though
that's the way its supposed to be spelled, it was just that my computer was
giving me a hard time, so I just wanted to clear that up! Hope you like it.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the novels, movies, comics etc. Anything that hasn't been in any of the above are mine.
Selene awoke a few minutes before the sun would fall completely. She slowly got up not wakening her precious sleeping Lycan. She went into his bathroom and turned the water on. She let herself soak in the hot shower. She had forgotten all about showers in the past few days. Ten minutes later she shut the water and grabbed the last moss green towel. She stared at herself hard in the white paint chipped mirror. She noticed behind her was Michael's towel that he had used that morning. It had ruby blood all over. He must have bled a lot she thought. She turned back around to find scissors in the cabinet behind the mirror. She started to trim her hair because it was getting a little too clean cut for her. She swiped the scissors a little too hard and cut her neck.
"Damn," she said inspecting the cut which was about an inch and deeper than a scissor cut seemed to give. She nodded it off. And towel dried her hair. She got dressed in an outfit from Michael's closet. Interestingly they were girls' clothes. She wondered where he got them, and at the thought a bit of jealousy began to rise. She felt a bit embarrassed with only a towel to cover her pale skin.
She heard Michael change sides and she looked at him. It was as if he had been staring at her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes shutting the door. Just as she let the door click shut. She heard Michael on the other side.
"Hey!" He laughed even though Selene could tell he was upset. A small smile crossed her face for a flicker of a second.
She walked out fully clothed to find Michael with his shirt back on and his green jacket he had on from the first day she saw him. She felt his stare bore into her without looking at him. She wore a blue tank top with a sheer black cover over it which made it look darker blue than it already was. A leather black jacket covered the shirt and came down right below her waist. She wore black pants like her old ones and her own normal boots. She buttoned the black jacket half way up. Whoever the girl was had great taste and loved to party which made Selene wonder more, but she thought Michael wasn't that type of guy.
Michael helped Selene pack some of the girls' clothes in another bag. His eyes crossed her shoulder and saw the blood, still wet. He walked over to her, the animal taking over, and as if he was going to kiss her he pressed his lips on her cut. His hands held her still by her shoulders, not that she tried so hard to resist. He licked her cut. The taste of her blood made Michael weak. So pure, so sweet he thought as he kissed it one more time.
***
Lucien slowly pushed the bullets out of his chest. Thank whatever God is up there that I injected Amelia's blood in time his thoughts went back to the blood in Raze's sack as he dropped it next to the dying Lucien. He got up to find the room empty and quiet. Very quiet. He looked at the hole in the wall. There's something new. Lucien walked to the edge and peered down. He almost fell off with amazement. There lay the oldest and most powerful of the Vampyre clan. Viktor's head was half way decapitated. He lay on the broken concrete. Lucien jumped down into the murky water that was tainted with crimson red of blood. It was unbelievable. For the first time in six hundred years his heart leapt and he was happy, even though he wished it had been him to give Viktor the lifetime scar, but whatever Viktor was dead. He'd gotten his revenge the war was finally near its end.
What's this? Lucien sniffed around the air. He scent caught on a sword that was halfway into the water. He sniffed the sword again to make sure the scent was correct. It was Selene. She destroyed the elder.
"No way," not realizing he had said it aloud. He thought of the death dealer. Viktor was right; she was much like Sonja, in her own ways. He knew she had done it for Michael and for the truth, he could smell the events, she wanted to save her Hybrid. He was thankful. He said a small prayer to his beloved telling her that vengeance was now at peace with him, all that was left to do was reveal the truth.
A grumble was heard behind the Lycan. He sharply turned and saw a hand from behind some more fallen concrete. He looked behind to find his closest friend. Raze lie on the ground on his stomach. His back showed half a dozen silver slash marks deeply cut his dark chocolate skin. Damn those silver whips Lucien thought to himself. Blood has poured everywhere. Lucien hadn't realized how hungry he was till he saw the blood and smelled fresh meat. With lycan instincts he turned the fellow lycan over on his back to see the chest was just as bad as the back, if not worse. The black lycan mumbled from the change in position. Lucien knew his friend would die very soon and out of animal hunger and animal loyalty he bit his friend again, tasting the blood as he had done five hundred and seventy nine years ago.
Lucien knew the memories were about to be shown again.
Raze walked the dampened streets of Paris, France. He was hungry, but he was on a mission from Lucien. He was tracking a group of Vampyres that are new to the world of the undead. He knew they were moving fast. Usually the first time being converted vampires would need blood fast. He had almost lost them when he heard a scream. Raze smiled, they were defiantly new for no vampire would make so much noise. He turned the corner of an apartment building to find five vampires all middle age crowd around a young girl. The young girl used all her energy to rid free of a blonde male vampire.
"Lâche moi" she spoke in rapid French. She saw Raze and begged him, "m'aider dans le nom de dieu!" Raze looked at the beauty that was held in her face. Her honeys colored eyes were filled with tears. Her light brown complexion was soft, and her hair dark and sleek with velvety curls at the bottom. Three of the vampires started to get cocky with their new lives, and headed in Raze's way.
"Part, vous ne savez pas que vous vous recevez dans, " a tall lean vampire commanded Raze.
"My friend says that you are too leave now. You have no idea what the hell you are getting into." Another vampire to his left said with a thick French accent.
Raze smiled and said with a sense of change about him, "I know what he said," Raze cracked his neck and let the change go on, "and don't tell me what to do."
The vampire seemed to like his stupid joke. Obviously their sensed hadn't picked up Razes' Lycan scent. Raze let the first change take place, letting his eyes turn frost blue. He grew inches taller. His young brown skin grew fur and turned into a dark brown almost black. His teeth grew out as he saw his mouth lengthen.
One of the vampires ran, knowing what was about to happen and had enough common sense to know that he was out numbered. He advised his fellow vampires to do the same, for they were no match for a Lycan even if he was only one.
As Raze let his final touches take place he walked to the other two vampires who met him half way. It only took thirty seconds to rip the foul creatures in two. The blonde vampire still had the girl in his hands. His fangs had come out of their sheaths ready to strike his first victim. The vampire let the girl drop when he saw Raze in range of combat mode. Raze didn't give him the chance to put his hands up to defend himself, instead he took his razor sharp nails and dug them into the fiend and ripped him into pieces.
The girl had lost consciousness and didn't move when Raze lifted her and bit her. He let the blood drip into his mouth not spilling anything. Biting a human was like art for him, it had to be done with carefulness and precision. She moaned a bit and he lifted her from the neck and under her knees, his stomach now filled. He carried her like a baby, close to his chest. Her perfume was light and didn't bother Raze like most perfumes did. She was probably shopping with some friends and decided to take a "short- cut" home.
He dropped her on his own bed in his room that Lucien had given him when they bought the mansion. He let the girl wrap herself into the red covers with gold embroidery that created designs on the bed cover. Her head tossed on the gold pillow until it found a good spot to rest. She was beautiful, and Raze admired it. Her eyes fluttered for a bit and whispered words so quiet Raze had to get closer to hear her even with his excellent hearing.
"Merci," Raze understood as she whispered again, "Merci, mon sauveur"
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the novels, movies, comics etc. Anything that hasn't been in any of the above are mine.
Selene awoke a few minutes before the sun would fall completely. She slowly got up not wakening her precious sleeping Lycan. She went into his bathroom and turned the water on. She let herself soak in the hot shower. She had forgotten all about showers in the past few days. Ten minutes later she shut the water and grabbed the last moss green towel. She stared at herself hard in the white paint chipped mirror. She noticed behind her was Michael's towel that he had used that morning. It had ruby blood all over. He must have bled a lot she thought. She turned back around to find scissors in the cabinet behind the mirror. She started to trim her hair because it was getting a little too clean cut for her. She swiped the scissors a little too hard and cut her neck.
"Damn," she said inspecting the cut which was about an inch and deeper than a scissor cut seemed to give. She nodded it off. And towel dried her hair. She got dressed in an outfit from Michael's closet. Interestingly they were girls' clothes. She wondered where he got them, and at the thought a bit of jealousy began to rise. She felt a bit embarrassed with only a towel to cover her pale skin.
She heard Michael change sides and she looked at him. It was as if he had been staring at her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes shutting the door. Just as she let the door click shut. She heard Michael on the other side.
"Hey!" He laughed even though Selene could tell he was upset. A small smile crossed her face for a flicker of a second.
She walked out fully clothed to find Michael with his shirt back on and his green jacket he had on from the first day she saw him. She felt his stare bore into her without looking at him. She wore a blue tank top with a sheer black cover over it which made it look darker blue than it already was. A leather black jacket covered the shirt and came down right below her waist. She wore black pants like her old ones and her own normal boots. She buttoned the black jacket half way up. Whoever the girl was had great taste and loved to party which made Selene wonder more, but she thought Michael wasn't that type of guy.
Michael helped Selene pack some of the girls' clothes in another bag. His eyes crossed her shoulder and saw the blood, still wet. He walked over to her, the animal taking over, and as if he was going to kiss her he pressed his lips on her cut. His hands held her still by her shoulders, not that she tried so hard to resist. He licked her cut. The taste of her blood made Michael weak. So pure, so sweet he thought as he kissed it one more time.
***
Lucien slowly pushed the bullets out of his chest. Thank whatever God is up there that I injected Amelia's blood in time his thoughts went back to the blood in Raze's sack as he dropped it next to the dying Lucien. He got up to find the room empty and quiet. Very quiet. He looked at the hole in the wall. There's something new. Lucien walked to the edge and peered down. He almost fell off with amazement. There lay the oldest and most powerful of the Vampyre clan. Viktor's head was half way decapitated. He lay on the broken concrete. Lucien jumped down into the murky water that was tainted with crimson red of blood. It was unbelievable. For the first time in six hundred years his heart leapt and he was happy, even though he wished it had been him to give Viktor the lifetime scar, but whatever Viktor was dead. He'd gotten his revenge the war was finally near its end.
What's this? Lucien sniffed around the air. He scent caught on a sword that was halfway into the water. He sniffed the sword again to make sure the scent was correct. It was Selene. She destroyed the elder.
"No way," not realizing he had said it aloud. He thought of the death dealer. Viktor was right; she was much like Sonja, in her own ways. He knew she had done it for Michael and for the truth, he could smell the events, she wanted to save her Hybrid. He was thankful. He said a small prayer to his beloved telling her that vengeance was now at peace with him, all that was left to do was reveal the truth.
A grumble was heard behind the Lycan. He sharply turned and saw a hand from behind some more fallen concrete. He looked behind to find his closest friend. Raze lie on the ground on his stomach. His back showed half a dozen silver slash marks deeply cut his dark chocolate skin. Damn those silver whips Lucien thought to himself. Blood has poured everywhere. Lucien hadn't realized how hungry he was till he saw the blood and smelled fresh meat. With lycan instincts he turned the fellow lycan over on his back to see the chest was just as bad as the back, if not worse. The black lycan mumbled from the change in position. Lucien knew his friend would die very soon and out of animal hunger and animal loyalty he bit his friend again, tasting the blood as he had done five hundred and seventy nine years ago.
Lucien knew the memories were about to be shown again.
Raze walked the dampened streets of Paris, France. He was hungry, but he was on a mission from Lucien. He was tracking a group of Vampyres that are new to the world of the undead. He knew they were moving fast. Usually the first time being converted vampires would need blood fast. He had almost lost them when he heard a scream. Raze smiled, they were defiantly new for no vampire would make so much noise. He turned the corner of an apartment building to find five vampires all middle age crowd around a young girl. The young girl used all her energy to rid free of a blonde male vampire.
"Lâche moi" she spoke in rapid French. She saw Raze and begged him, "m'aider dans le nom de dieu!" Raze looked at the beauty that was held in her face. Her honeys colored eyes were filled with tears. Her light brown complexion was soft, and her hair dark and sleek with velvety curls at the bottom. Three of the vampires started to get cocky with their new lives, and headed in Raze's way.
"Part, vous ne savez pas que vous vous recevez dans, " a tall lean vampire commanded Raze.
"My friend says that you are too leave now. You have no idea what the hell you are getting into." Another vampire to his left said with a thick French accent.
Raze smiled and said with a sense of change about him, "I know what he said," Raze cracked his neck and let the change go on, "and don't tell me what to do."
The vampire seemed to like his stupid joke. Obviously their sensed hadn't picked up Razes' Lycan scent. Raze let the first change take place, letting his eyes turn frost blue. He grew inches taller. His young brown skin grew fur and turned into a dark brown almost black. His teeth grew out as he saw his mouth lengthen.
One of the vampires ran, knowing what was about to happen and had enough common sense to know that he was out numbered. He advised his fellow vampires to do the same, for they were no match for a Lycan even if he was only one.
As Raze let his final touches take place he walked to the other two vampires who met him half way. It only took thirty seconds to rip the foul creatures in two. The blonde vampire still had the girl in his hands. His fangs had come out of their sheaths ready to strike his first victim. The vampire let the girl drop when he saw Raze in range of combat mode. Raze didn't give him the chance to put his hands up to defend himself, instead he took his razor sharp nails and dug them into the fiend and ripped him into pieces.
The girl had lost consciousness and didn't move when Raze lifted her and bit her. He let the blood drip into his mouth not spilling anything. Biting a human was like art for him, it had to be done with carefulness and precision. She moaned a bit and he lifted her from the neck and under her knees, his stomach now filled. He carried her like a baby, close to his chest. Her perfume was light and didn't bother Raze like most perfumes did. She was probably shopping with some friends and decided to take a "short- cut" home.
He dropped her on his own bed in his room that Lucien had given him when they bought the mansion. He let the girl wrap herself into the red covers with gold embroidery that created designs on the bed cover. Her head tossed on the gold pillow until it found a good spot to rest. She was beautiful, and Raze admired it. Her eyes fluttered for a bit and whispered words so quiet Raze had to get closer to hear her even with his excellent hearing.
"Merci," Raze understood as she whispered again, "Merci, mon sauveur"
