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Lucien smiled at Raze's memory. Gabrielle was her name, Elle for short. He started to walk outside dusk was coming along when something caught his eye. Even though it was still day time he wanted to be careful. A familiar face rose from the crowd and came up to Lucien. His hair shimmered in a dark liquid brown. His eye's the same juicy color. He made eye to eye with Lucien. His tight black shirt overlapped khaki cargo pants and was underneath a suede jacket with faux fur lining. The familiar friend brought warmth to Lucien's face.
"Gavin!" Lucien said with a smile, "Damn you got tall!"
Gavin smiled glad to see an old friend, "It's like a growth spurt." Realizing how stupid that sounded he added awkwardly, "for Lycans." He knew that whatever he just said made no sense what so ever.
Lucien was glad to see Gavin even with his weird wacky sense of everything. "So, where's the signature leather jacket that goes along with Gavin?" Lucien asked with curiosity. Gavin was one of the first Lycans to be crossed after the war started. His mom and youngest brother died with the flu, his dad dies of tuberculosis, his younger brother of hepatitis, and his younger sister of pneumonia. When he was bitten he was dying of cancer. Gavin never forgot to say thank you, and every time he saw Lucien he always said it.
"Actually I don't know where it went. I know I wore it to the mansion, but from there I don't know where I put it, so Calvin lent this to me." Lucien smiled and Gavin added with a more tense tone, "Thank you."
Lucien knew what he meant and nodded, "As always the pleasure was mine." Gavin put his hands deep into his pockets, and Lucien knew there was something he wanted. Lucien looked at his friend and asked with a meaningful glare, "What do you want?"
"Well, I was wondering," Gavin started, "I'm getting kind of hungry, and I haven't turned anyone in a while." He added with one of his charming smiles. Many girls gave second looks towards Gavin, but he always left his charm out of it and only for turning people. Gavin never seemed interested in the girls, though they were very interested in him. Gavin liked to turn people for only one reason. They could live a better life. He always took people from cemeteries because they seemed to be mourning over their lost ones, or people in hospitals, for they were sick. He believed he could cure their sickness like Lucien had done with him. Gavin gave him puppy eyes, and Lucien finally agreed.
"Cemetery or hospital this time?" He asked like a normal everyday question. Gavin pointed in the direction of the cemetery that was half a block away.
Lucien and Gavin arrived at the cemetery a few minutes before the moon would be up. "It looks quite empty tonight." Lucien said with a hint of sadness for they wouldn't find anyone. The only people he could see were a family of four that were about to leave.
"Maybe to your eyes, but this place reeks of sadness somewhere." Gavin said thoughtfully. Lucien hadn't even been paying any attention to his smell, and when Gavin pointed it out, he could smell the sadness.
***
Michael led the way out of the apartment, Selene closely followed. He shut the door and locked it which amused Selene, for he knew he was probably never coming back. They walked out of his apartment building quietly. The streets were still bustling with people trying to get home, the moon had just shown. Selene stopped dead in her tracks, almost too sudden and scared her eyes flashed icy blue, and fangs crept out of their sheaths. It was that smell, not that the smell of Lycan scared her, but the suddenness of a dozen or more Lycans encircling her nose. It threw her off of her feet, like a blast of wind to an autumn leaf. Michael quickly grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. She was surprised that the smell had scared her, but Michael held her hand in comfort, which made her a slight less tense. She knew her reaction was only natural and a reflex action to the scent, but it had still scared her. They were surrounded by them. Michael intertwined his hands in hers which calmed her down, but her eyes still held its icy gaze. Michael didn't even need to look around for anything; his Hybrid senses did that for him.
Michael whispered in her ear, "You reacted extremely fast, I didn't even notice it." She whispered just as soft or softer in his, "It's a reflex you depend on for the safety of your life, but I've never had that smell of so many surprises me."
At this a Lycan came from the misty street. Michael didn't even need to turn around, he felt the Lycan come up to they and he said aloud a calmness leaving his voice, "What do you want?" An old lady carrying grocery bags looked at Michael as if he was crazy. They had scared Selene which made him extremely edgy extremely fast.
"We didn't mean to surprise you sir," Michael smelt him and recognized him as the same Lycan who disguised as a Police man and took Michael away from Selene and back to Lucien. He looked into Pierces' stone gray eyes. Michael's face didn't soften, and he waited for Pierce to continue.
"We've actually come to protect you and you're mate," he winced at the thought of a vampire being a mate, "We need you as our leader for our greatest has fallen." His head was down the entire time except for the mention of mate, where he looked at Selene.
Selene looked in wonder, this was all new to her for a vampire would never beg unless it was life threatening. Selene's eyes wandered over to Michael who hadn't lost his gaze of her. She knew he knew her thought process, amazingly somehow he always knew. Without words he asked her if this was OK with her. Selene thought about what she was being asked.
A part of her wanted so much to agree so she could be with Michael all day everyday, but another part of her asked herself if the Lycans would ever accept her for she had killed many of their kind. Her heart took over and gripped Michael's hand tighter letting him know she was OK.
Pierce glanced at this moment, could it be somehow that they truly are in love, even though they didn't admit it? He thought to himself. A part of him was jealous for it took a Lycan maybe a long time to find a true mate.
Michael reluctantly took his eyes off of Selene, fearing he may lose her if he looked away, like Lucien did Sonja.
"We have a mansion about half a mile from here." Pierce explained. He saw the surprised look on Selene's face for the death dealers never found a Lycan infested home. "You see after the death dealers ran us out of our homes we needed a place to stay," the Lycan spat at Selene, his Lycan instincts rising. Selene retreated a bit, this was not her territory and on top of that she had probably killed many of his friends.
Michael did no such thing. He grabbed Pierce by the collar of his jacket, which picked him up to his tip toes. "The past is history, she killed your vampire, and she's clean." Michael's angry voice could barely come out. Pierce glanced at Selene as Michael let him go. Selene turned away at this. She didn't need someone to protect her, nor, she though, did she want someone to protect her.
"I heard the stories, but now I know the truth." Pierce knelt down, he continued his words, "Though many of our kind has fallen, you have ended what we've been waiting for, for the better part of six hundred years."
Selene kept her head turned; this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. They weren't supposed to accept the most feared death dealer. She had killed hundreds of their kind. She felt extremely uncomfortable. Michael sensed this and ask Pierce to rally up whoever was involved and coming to the mansion. Pierce looked to a man smoking a cigarette to his left and gave the signal. He let out a short howl, most people who were around would just think he's crazy, but those who knew, knew that it was a Lycan call. Some of the people around them moved a little closer, but not too close to where people would get suspicious.
***
The word that Marcus was already awake spread through the mansion like wild fire. Victoria, an older vampire turned more than seven hundred years ago, got up obviously pleased that Marcus was awake, her long black hair reminded Erika much of her hair. The vampire was nice to all, but you would never want to get into a fight with her, for she would win. Her father and mother had been death dealers under Selene's commands, and became friends with Selene. Victoria always had a little prayer when the night began for her friend Selene, even now when she was a traitor. She was probably the only vampire to still care for Selene, if that was her story.
Erika didn't know what to think. Selene may have been a traitor, but Erika knew Selene very well. Erika moved her way to a velvet red chair to think some more. Somehow Selene knew that Kraven was a traitor, she had to have known, because she was always so cold to him. She must have found something in the Lycan, Erika didn't know in God's name what, but she wanted to find out. Selene wouldn't have killed Viktor if her reasons were extremely good, for Erika knew that she didn't live a day without looking at the tomb of the Elder.
Erika felt the odd sensation that someone was looking at her. Marcus, Kahn, Victoria, and some other death dealers were coming down the stairs. Everyone around Erika, including herself stood up and did another short bow. She left the room as Marcus and Kahn explained about the two traitors, and again Marcus's gaze followed her out of the room.
Erika was tired; she had been awake all night and part of this day. She wanted to get some sleep. She looked at the window that was sealed shut, no one could open it. She said her thoughts aloud and not realizing it, "Where are you Selene, what happened to you in our time of need?"
She turned around feeling a presence only to find Marcus glaring at her.
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Lucien smiled at Raze's memory. Gabrielle was her name, Elle for short. He started to walk outside dusk was coming along when something caught his eye. Even though it was still day time he wanted to be careful. A familiar face rose from the crowd and came up to Lucien. His hair shimmered in a dark liquid brown. His eye's the same juicy color. He made eye to eye with Lucien. His tight black shirt overlapped khaki cargo pants and was underneath a suede jacket with faux fur lining. The familiar friend brought warmth to Lucien's face.
"Gavin!" Lucien said with a smile, "Damn you got tall!"
Gavin smiled glad to see an old friend, "It's like a growth spurt." Realizing how stupid that sounded he added awkwardly, "for Lycans." He knew that whatever he just said made no sense what so ever.
Lucien was glad to see Gavin even with his weird wacky sense of everything. "So, where's the signature leather jacket that goes along with Gavin?" Lucien asked with curiosity. Gavin was one of the first Lycans to be crossed after the war started. His mom and youngest brother died with the flu, his dad dies of tuberculosis, his younger brother of hepatitis, and his younger sister of pneumonia. When he was bitten he was dying of cancer. Gavin never forgot to say thank you, and every time he saw Lucien he always said it.
"Actually I don't know where it went. I know I wore it to the mansion, but from there I don't know where I put it, so Calvin lent this to me." Lucien smiled and Gavin added with a more tense tone, "Thank you."
Lucien knew what he meant and nodded, "As always the pleasure was mine." Gavin put his hands deep into his pockets, and Lucien knew there was something he wanted. Lucien looked at his friend and asked with a meaningful glare, "What do you want?"
"Well, I was wondering," Gavin started, "I'm getting kind of hungry, and I haven't turned anyone in a while." He added with one of his charming smiles. Many girls gave second looks towards Gavin, but he always left his charm out of it and only for turning people. Gavin never seemed interested in the girls, though they were very interested in him. Gavin liked to turn people for only one reason. They could live a better life. He always took people from cemeteries because they seemed to be mourning over their lost ones, or people in hospitals, for they were sick. He believed he could cure their sickness like Lucien had done with him. Gavin gave him puppy eyes, and Lucien finally agreed.
"Cemetery or hospital this time?" He asked like a normal everyday question. Gavin pointed in the direction of the cemetery that was half a block away.
Lucien and Gavin arrived at the cemetery a few minutes before the moon would be up. "It looks quite empty tonight." Lucien said with a hint of sadness for they wouldn't find anyone. The only people he could see were a family of four that were about to leave.
"Maybe to your eyes, but this place reeks of sadness somewhere." Gavin said thoughtfully. Lucien hadn't even been paying any attention to his smell, and when Gavin pointed it out, he could smell the sadness.
***
Michael led the way out of the apartment, Selene closely followed. He shut the door and locked it which amused Selene, for he knew he was probably never coming back. They walked out of his apartment building quietly. The streets were still bustling with people trying to get home, the moon had just shown. Selene stopped dead in her tracks, almost too sudden and scared her eyes flashed icy blue, and fangs crept out of their sheaths. It was that smell, not that the smell of Lycan scared her, but the suddenness of a dozen or more Lycans encircling her nose. It threw her off of her feet, like a blast of wind to an autumn leaf. Michael quickly grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. She was surprised that the smell had scared her, but Michael held her hand in comfort, which made her a slight less tense. She knew her reaction was only natural and a reflex action to the scent, but it had still scared her. They were surrounded by them. Michael intertwined his hands in hers which calmed her down, but her eyes still held its icy gaze. Michael didn't even need to look around for anything; his Hybrid senses did that for him.
Michael whispered in her ear, "You reacted extremely fast, I didn't even notice it." She whispered just as soft or softer in his, "It's a reflex you depend on for the safety of your life, but I've never had that smell of so many surprises me."
At this a Lycan came from the misty street. Michael didn't even need to turn around, he felt the Lycan come up to they and he said aloud a calmness leaving his voice, "What do you want?" An old lady carrying grocery bags looked at Michael as if he was crazy. They had scared Selene which made him extremely edgy extremely fast.
"We didn't mean to surprise you sir," Michael smelt him and recognized him as the same Lycan who disguised as a Police man and took Michael away from Selene and back to Lucien. He looked into Pierces' stone gray eyes. Michael's face didn't soften, and he waited for Pierce to continue.
"We've actually come to protect you and you're mate," he winced at the thought of a vampire being a mate, "We need you as our leader for our greatest has fallen." His head was down the entire time except for the mention of mate, where he looked at Selene.
Selene looked in wonder, this was all new to her for a vampire would never beg unless it was life threatening. Selene's eyes wandered over to Michael who hadn't lost his gaze of her. She knew he knew her thought process, amazingly somehow he always knew. Without words he asked her if this was OK with her. Selene thought about what she was being asked.
A part of her wanted so much to agree so she could be with Michael all day everyday, but another part of her asked herself if the Lycans would ever accept her for she had killed many of their kind. Her heart took over and gripped Michael's hand tighter letting him know she was OK.
Pierce glanced at this moment, could it be somehow that they truly are in love, even though they didn't admit it? He thought to himself. A part of him was jealous for it took a Lycan maybe a long time to find a true mate.
Michael reluctantly took his eyes off of Selene, fearing he may lose her if he looked away, like Lucien did Sonja.
"We have a mansion about half a mile from here." Pierce explained. He saw the surprised look on Selene's face for the death dealers never found a Lycan infested home. "You see after the death dealers ran us out of our homes we needed a place to stay," the Lycan spat at Selene, his Lycan instincts rising. Selene retreated a bit, this was not her territory and on top of that she had probably killed many of his friends.
Michael did no such thing. He grabbed Pierce by the collar of his jacket, which picked him up to his tip toes. "The past is history, she killed your vampire, and she's clean." Michael's angry voice could barely come out. Pierce glanced at Selene as Michael let him go. Selene turned away at this. She didn't need someone to protect her, nor, she though, did she want someone to protect her.
"I heard the stories, but now I know the truth." Pierce knelt down, he continued his words, "Though many of our kind has fallen, you have ended what we've been waiting for, for the better part of six hundred years."
Selene kept her head turned; this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. They weren't supposed to accept the most feared death dealer. She had killed hundreds of their kind. She felt extremely uncomfortable. Michael sensed this and ask Pierce to rally up whoever was involved and coming to the mansion. Pierce looked to a man smoking a cigarette to his left and gave the signal. He let out a short howl, most people who were around would just think he's crazy, but those who knew, knew that it was a Lycan call. Some of the people around them moved a little closer, but not too close to where people would get suspicious.
***
The word that Marcus was already awake spread through the mansion like wild fire. Victoria, an older vampire turned more than seven hundred years ago, got up obviously pleased that Marcus was awake, her long black hair reminded Erika much of her hair. The vampire was nice to all, but you would never want to get into a fight with her, for she would win. Her father and mother had been death dealers under Selene's commands, and became friends with Selene. Victoria always had a little prayer when the night began for her friend Selene, even now when she was a traitor. She was probably the only vampire to still care for Selene, if that was her story.
Erika didn't know what to think. Selene may have been a traitor, but Erika knew Selene very well. Erika moved her way to a velvet red chair to think some more. Somehow Selene knew that Kraven was a traitor, she had to have known, because she was always so cold to him. She must have found something in the Lycan, Erika didn't know in God's name what, but she wanted to find out. Selene wouldn't have killed Viktor if her reasons were extremely good, for Erika knew that she didn't live a day without looking at the tomb of the Elder.
Erika felt the odd sensation that someone was looking at her. Marcus, Kahn, Victoria, and some other death dealers were coming down the stairs. Everyone around Erika, including herself stood up and did another short bow. She left the room as Marcus and Kahn explained about the two traitors, and again Marcus's gaze followed her out of the room.
Erika was tired; she had been awake all night and part of this day. She wanted to get some sleep. She looked at the window that was sealed shut, no one could open it. She said her thoughts aloud and not realizing it, "Where are you Selene, what happened to you in our time of need?"
She turned around feeling a presence only to find Marcus glaring at her.
