I'm sorry for the slight long wait for this chapter. To make a long story short my mom doesn't know how to work computers and deleted my entire perfectly made ch4. So the much a due ch.4, which is longer than expected just for you all! If you see * by a paragraph it just is a memory or flashback because I tried the italicizing thing and it wasn't working for me. By the way thanks for all the reviews, they were all kind, and as always please please please review!

P.S. can you actually have a P.S. in this? Anyways, there's a long memory of Lucien and Sonja, its semi important, but I really wanted to put it in.

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Lucien followed Gavin past old graves, dating back hundreds of year old. Gavin found his Victim. She seemed to be at least sixteen or seventeen no more. Gavin knew that it would be easier on the victim and himself if they were younger. She was facing an old granite tombstone. All Lucien and Gavin could see was brown hair that curled at the end, which fell a few inches below her shoulders covering them completely. She wore dark, almost black, jeans. She held a leather jacket close to her hip. Her shirt was short sleeved pinstriped gray/black buttoned up collar shirt. Even though it was a cold windy night, she didn't seem to move or be bothered by it let alone have Goosebumps rise on her arms. She knelt down, done with her prayer, kissed the two flowers and placed them on the grave marker that seemed centuries old.

Lucien noticed the two flowers were Winter Aconite, the same flower he remembered all too well.

*Lucien prowled the yard with caution; his fellow Lykens did the same. They had heard a noise out in the bushes, probably another stupid vampire hunter that doesn't know what the hell is waiting for him. Lucien thought to himself. But all the same nothing could come to harm his precious Sonja. Today was her birthday and he was anxious to give her his gift. He was right; it was another vampire hunter thinking because it was daylight vampires were not cautious. Out of annoyance and it being dusk he let the hungry Lykens deal with this one. It was almost night and he wanted to be prepared for his love. He walked into a separate part of the mansion which was the servant's quarters. His room was shared with another Liken, Keith and Nigel. They were loyal roommates, extremely trustworthy. They both were in charge of the dungeons which lately hadn't filled up and so they played cards while waiting. Both Keith and Craig knew about Lucien and Sonja, they were the only one's who knew beside themselves. They both gave Lucien a smile and thumbs up before Lucien left with a small box and a Winter Aconite, Sonja's favorite flower that grew in the months of January, just around her birthday. He was lucky to save it till April. He walked into the mansion. Some of the vampires were getting ready to go out. Lucien walked past them, not even flinching at his masters. Lucien was on his way upstairs when Marcus past by him. He looked at Lucien with much curiosity. The look was enough for Lucien to tell Marcus, "I have gifts for my Lady. Tis' her birthday is it not?" Lucien said confidently as he bowed low. Marcus smiled. He believes Lucien to be one of the most loyal servants of the Vampires and allowed him to pass with no further questioning. Lucien past the hall and climbed yet another set of stairs. The third floor was kept for the most important vampires including the Elders and their kin. He knocked quietly on the door closest to the end of the hall. A soft voice called out, "I'm busy at the moment, please go away."

"To busy for presents I presume?" Lucien asked the lady. He heard quick steps at the sound of Lucien's voice. He heard a key unlock the wooden door and a face shown more vibrantly than ever. It was Sonja. Her hair, black like midnight, started in a French braid and was curled at the ends, her eyes soft green screamed with happiness. She checked down the hall for if anyone knew about them they would both be sentenced to death, she knew that. She pulled his sleeve and brought him inside. He quietly shut the door behind him. Her room was made with dark wood but her bed was a soft pink and gold. She had a nice sized space. She smiled like a little girl and said slyly, "I am never too busy for presents, my love." She kissed Lucien lightly on the lips. It was heaven just to be in her presence and smell her scent all over her room. He handed her the carefully wrapped present in gold. She took it and gently took the wrappings off to find a white box. Inside the white box she lifted it up to find a pendant. The pendant was gold with an emerald gem in the middle to match her emerald eyes. She looked at it in wonder. "It might not be the best gift..." but Lucien was cut off by her kiss. "Shut up, I love it." She parted from him which made him want her more. He held something behind his back which made her curious like a cat. "What have you got there?" She tried looking from the right, but Lucien was fast he moved away. She pouted which made him want to give it to her if the joke only held him back. "I demand you to give it to me now." He laughed at her attempt to command him around, but played along, "And I demand a kiss before I show you it." She kissed him without a word. She started to part form him and decided that this was better. Instead of going behind his back her arms lifted up to his shoulders as she put more depth in her kiss. She waited for him all day and wanted him badly. As she kissed him something tickled her nose, and she opened her eyes to find beautiful flowers in her face. "Winter Aconite? Where did you get these?" She asked overjoyed.

"I made sure they were still here for you." Lucien smiled to see how happy the flower had made her. He knew that this was indeed her favorite flower. It was the same flower he gave to her the first day they met, somehow it meant a lot to her. She put the flower on the table getting the vase later. She had more important things to do. She turned and kissed her beloved making him growl with pleasure. She enjoyed his growl. She pressed him against the wall, as if she were the stronger one. He liked her attempt to become stronger, and in this effort he picked her up and carried her from beneath her legs and shoulders. He laid her on the bed gently as if she were glass. He joined her a moment later putting his jacket on the drawer. She didn't wait another moment and came upon him gently kissing him on his ear, making him smile and want more, she whispered, "You're like a puppy." She laughed. Kissing him some more, and surprised her by turning her over so that he could whisper in her ear, "Would you like me to be a dog, my love?" He asked already knowing the answer and traced kisses down her neck. She smiled and added, "Yes my pet, a very bad dog, for my birthday." He more than willingly obliged. She felt his warmth all over her; it was not a new feeling to her, for he offered it countless times, but this feeling that she loved only came from Lucien and Lucien alone. He slid his smooth fangs over her shoulder frame never breaking the skin, and came up for a kiss. His tongue slid in her mouth making her moan slightly, and she moved her hands playing with his hair, that made him growl with more desire. She felt him move her to rest on him, and with out breaking his kiss he did. She pulled away making his head move closer to hers, and she pulled all the way back sitting on his stomach, but her knees holding her still. He closer his eyes and groaned wanting her back. She left the bed, and took the flowers close to her hand. His eyes still closed could hear all of her movements.

There was a slight knock at the door. Surprised, but quick, Lucien grabbed his jacket and snuck into her bathroom gently closing the door and running the water. Sonja waited for his signal, as they had done before, and opened the door quietly, her hair now out of its' braids. She only opened it enough to see the visitor.

"Xavier," she said aloud in surprise. Xavier another vampire had black hair matching Sonja's and had a lean body. He was very attractive. She softens her tone knowing now Lucien would know who it is. Lucien on the other side of the door listened intently. It was easy to hear the conversation, even with the water running.

"Sorry if I had come at such a bad time, but I wanted to give you this." He handed out a small wrapped present tied to a rose.

"Yes I was just about to take my bath, I am feeling extremely dirty and tired," she acted sweet and such in a girly, damsel in distress mode, which Lucien knew was not her at all.

"I completely disagree, you look lovely. Did you not get much sleep today?" He touched her cheek worry in his eyes. Xavier was a death dealer that worked under Marcus command, but he always had a soft spot for Sonja.

"No," she replied holding his hand. She could not do anything as to bat it off, for they wanted to make sure no one got suspicious of Lucien and Sonja.

"Well," Xavier said offering the present, "I'll leave you be, and I know your favorite flowers are the Winter Aconite, but in my attempt to bribe you to be with me on such an occasion I felt that a rose would do the old trick."

She quietly grabbed the present, and nodded, he would have been a perfect vampire if she had not found a more perfect Lycan. "Thank you."

Xavier kissed her hand and wished her Happy Birthday and left her to be. She shut the door quietly and walked over to her bathroom door which now opened as Lucien heard her door shut. He turned off the water, filling the bathtub, and walked over to Sonja.

She sighed, "You know he get more attractive every day." Knowing this would spark a nerve in Lucien, "One day I may be with him, would that upset you darling?" She asked smirking behind his back.

Lucien winced at the thought of losing Sonja, and at the top of that being with the slimy death dealer. "I guess if that pleases you my lady," he said turning the trick on her. Sonja whipped around worried now that she would lose Lucien for saying such a thing. Her eyes brimmed with tears, "NO! I was just kidding; it would never please me to choose another man over you, Vampire or Lycan." She rushed her words in worry. Lucien, not being able to handle her cry rushed up to her and held her kissing her hair and telling her it was just a joke. She stopped her crying and looked at Lucien smile and Sonja hit him hard, "That wasn't funny!" She replied.

Lucien mocked her, "So you think I like to be played on, then?" Sonja thought about this for a moment, "No, but it was funnier on you than me."

Lucien played being offended, "Ah, I see how it is now!" He grabbed her, letting her giggle, and brought her, "And since you're so dirty, love, I will have to wash you."

She laughed as she let her robe fall to the ground, "First he's my own guardian, now he's my own washer." She played with his hair, "You're really coming up that line, Lucien." He laughed at her joke. He slipped her in the bath and took the soap washing her. She still had her flowers. One by one she picked the petals off saying something she loved about her beloved.

"His hair"

"His eyes"

"He's sweet"

"He's caring"

"He's funny"

"He's cautious"

"He's protective"

"He's a reader"

"He a writer"

"And he's a hopeless romantic," at which Lucien growled softly. Coming to her last petal, Sonja smiled and said, "And he will give all these traits to our unborn daughter." She said softly and looked at her Lycan. Lucien stared at her in disbelief, he trembled on his words, "You mean." Sonja finished them for him, "You're going to be a father Lucien." She whispered kissing him. He took off his loose white shirt and climbed the bath with Sonja, whose now 'dirty' appearance was no longer visible. His surprise never left his face, even as he kissed Sonja passionately, and picked her up. He didn't lose his surprise when he wrapped a towel around his beloved, or when he dried her soft pale skin.

She picked out a different silk dress to sleep in. He repeated it to himself, "I'm going to be a father?" She smiled, "I knew if I told you before, that's all you would be about, and it wasn't the right timing."

"Are you saying I would forget all about you, and be too surprised about having a child?" He asked perplexed with a hint of slyness.

"Yes, and I'm afraid it has started." He looked at her in aw, and she replied restlessly, "But if I told you she may come earlier if you made love to me more, would you?" He smiled at her joke, but he knew that she missed him even now.

"I wouldn't need an excuse to make love to you," he said roughly dog like and walked to his princess. "All I need is you," he said bringing her as close as he could. She smiled, "And all I need is my dog." She said with true pleasure. The White Aconite petals lay on the water silently. *

Lucien's eyes grew a bit wet, but he quickly moved the thought away, for it was just coincidence that she left the flower there.

The girl stood back up, and asked boldly and straight forward. "What do you want?"

Gavin looked at Lucien in a bit of surprise; they thought they had come up on her quietly. Gavin quickly regained himself, and spoke softly to his victim, "its ok. There is no need to get defensive; I was just admiring you from afar." This charm of Gavin's always seemed to come in handy with many of his victims.

"Your stupid trick won't work on me." She turned around staring at the exact spot Gavin was in. She noticed Lucien, and she seemed taken a back.

Gavin looked at her and she looked way too familiar to him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Gavin was hoping she wasn't getting a feeling or thought about how awkward it looked to find two men, one much older, trying to charm a younger girl. He didn't want her to be afraid, so he told her, "Don't be afraid, were not trying to hurt you or anything. My name's Gavin, this is my friend." She didn't give him time to finish, instead she quietly, almost to herself, replied, "Lucien."

Lucien and Gavin were both shocked. Gavin gave Lucien a look and Lucien shook his head informing Gavin he had never seen this girl in his life, though she may have looked like someone he knew all too well. But that was impossible.

Gavin now suspicious that she may be something they did not smell about her walked over to her and swiftly, as not to break her, pulled her hair away from her shoulders. As he did this his hand slipped on her skin. It was ice cold. He lightly moved her shirt away so he could check for a bite mark. There was nothing. He sighed in relief, at least she's not a Vampire, he thought. He trailed back his hand to her shirt pulling it back to where it was and accidentally trailed on something that caught his eye. It was a small pendant. Flat, about the size of a half dollar, it shimmered pure silver. It bore the mark of the reign of Marcus.

***

Selene walked closely by Michael. It wasn't that she was afraid of the Lycans, but that she was afraid of what her life was now. She wasn't used to running away, or kissing a hybrid, kissing anyone for that matter, nor was she used to walking with a dozen or more Lycans. Her new life scared her. She knew it was Michael's duty to lead the Lycans, but she didn't know whether she was ready for a new life or not. There was no where she could go. Even now, some of the Lycans glanced at her; she would never be accepted in Michael's world. She could feel the hatred. She couldn't blame them; she hated herself for destroying so many of their kind for a lie. She was battling on the wrong side, if that's what she meant. Maybe she wasn't meant to pick a side, maybe this wasn't the war she should be fighting. She hated Viktor for lying to her, she hated Kraven for keeping the lie, and she hated herself for believing in it so much that she was basically did what Viktor did to her family. She slaughtered the Lycans and maybe their families, she didn't know, there were too many to count, nor did she pay any attention to which she killed.

Michael glanced at her knowing she was in deep thought. He slipped his hand again in hers from which she let go a while back. He hated to see her in this state of mind. He wanted to protect her from all harm physically and mentally, that part of him was Lucien talking and he knew it, but the love for Selene was Michael's human side.

The Lycans stopped for coffee because they said it was the last shop before they made it to the quiet streets of their Manor. Michael stayed back with Selene, whose eyes darted in every direction like a cat knowing her exits.

"What's wrong?" Michael whispered. Some of the Lycans had backed off further now that they were close and at a stop.

"Nothing," Selene stated simply.

"It's always nothing Selene, please, tell me what's wrong." Michael had said her name; she didn't remember that last time he had said her name so softly except when he came by the mansion the night Viktor was awakened.

She looked into his sincere face. He was indeed like a dog. Both the Lycan and Vampire part in him grew. "I'm just watching my back, that's all." She didn't enjoy lying to him, and it bothered her she didn't know why. In fact, she didn't know any of these new feelings. She hadn't loved, or been truly happy, or hated lying to anyone in hundreds of years.

Michael knew she was lying to him, part of it hurt, but he knew she couldn't say it at the moment, she just wasn't ready. He kept silent. He moved forward to join the others, the vampire in him bothered by her dishonesty. He felt her hand tighten around his as he was about to let go. He turned around, and she immediately let go of his hand. He stared at her beauty spellbound by it. She looked above him once again, and muttered what seemed to be "sorry." He smiled and decided to wrap his strong arms around her instead. She didn't welcome his touch, nor did she brush him away. Her heart wanted this, this love that Michael gave her, but her head told her otherwise. Her head was still in the war, and still a death dealer.

Her heart kept tugging at her until she let her arms wrap around his neck, resting her head on his chest. His heart beat quickened and then slowed down. He kissed her hair, and breathed every part of her into him. She released her grip on him; her mind taking control, Michael looked at her and turned around. She watched as Michael went inside the coffee shop to ready everyone for a leave.
***

Erika in shock didn't know what to say. She bowed with fear, knowing all too well that Marcus heard her.

"Please do not bow in front of me; it gets irritating and quite the common thing to do around here." He said with an English accent. He stepped closer to Erika, his presence only a yard away.

"I-I-I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to." she was cut off by the young Elder.

"And no more apologizing that, too, gets annoying." He said calmly with a smile. Erika knew little about this Elder, for Erika was turned during Amelia's reign. "You're a new face. What is your name may I ask?"

He seemed so polite for an Elder. She responded still a little shaky, "Erika, my lord. I was turned a year into Amelia's reign." She tried to be just as polite.

He smiled again and asked her another, "Do you believe Selene is a traitor?" He said with such calamity.

She must be bold, no matter the consequence, "I'm not quite sure. I do know that she would never in a lifetime betray Viktor with out a bloody good reason," surprise that she was speaking her mind to an Elder and saying words that she couldn't even say in front of Kraven, but Marcus stood there listening and waiting for her to continue. "And I know for a fact she is not in league with Kraven," she said clearing up some of the rumors.

Marcus, pleased with her answer, replied "So you believe she killed Viktor, and you were friends with Selene?"

"Yes, I am now on my part, she may have been a distraction for me at some points, but as hard as it may be to believe she killed him. I do believe it."

"And do you wish she were here, now, at this very moment?"

Erika felt her eyes brim with salty water, but boldly, as she was, responded "Yes, more than ever. For she would know what to do, no matter how much everyone hates her now, she would never betray the entire covenant for not for a good reason, to protect us. The reason Viktor called us weak during his awakening was because of the true traitor, Kraven, not because of her becoming infatuated with a Lycan." She now felt a few drops of tears fall. She was ashamed to have cried in front of an Elder and, with her head down, walked past the Elder to her room.

He caught her by the arm, upset that he made her cry. She tried to pull away, but his strength was too much. She turned to face him, she couldn't help but be so valiant as to look Marcus in the eyes, and tell him, "Is there anything else you needed to know my lord?" She said holding tears back and looking back down.

He looked surprised at her bravery and judged her, wiping new tears from her eyes, "Someone so beautiful should not be so sad." She looked up at him her big brown eyes were held in his gaze. She barely whispered a thank you and an apology, and ran off to her room. Her blue dress trailed behind her, the last thing Marcus saw of her. A voice came from behind Marcus, "You've lost your touch." Marcus smelled Victoria and turned around smiling. "I have not," Marcus replied to his friend. "I just need to get used to living again."

Victoria smiled, "You know she's very stubborn, and bold, you've never gone to girls like that."

"There's something different about her," Marcus said thinking of her. "I'm drawn to her; it's nothing I've felt before."

Amused Victoria replied, "Yes, she may be the one yet for you. You actually cared about someone crying, that's very interesting." She looked at her friend, "You haven't cared that much since..." Her voice trailed off knowing she was trailing into unwanted territory. "Sorry."

Marcus knew what she meant and looked at her, "No, no it's quite alright, where is she by the way. I haven't seen her since I've awakened."

Victoria tried to find her words, knowing this was going to be hard. "We got scared." She began, "Viktor was awake and being more cautious than ever, so we awoke her early." Marcus glared at her in an angry state, but patiently waiting for the rest. "Well, we let it slip of her father's whereabouts, she hasn't come home since."

Marcus glared at her, "So you've awakened her and she's gone in search of her father?" Marcus sighed, "What will happen now when I must kill him."

Victoria looked at the Elder with sadness in her eyes, "I'm sorry, but it was our only way to keep her safe." She continued, "It's going to be painful to hear of it for the both of them, but it's taken her years to find him. Last time she was awakened, the Lycan was too quick he left her."

"Your telling me things I already know Victoria." Marcus's anger quickened, but Victoria answered him, "She's been waiting for this her whole life. She won't abandon you, Marcus; you have to trust her to make good decisions. She won't leave us here, she needed her father. She couldn't have you as a replacement, though she knows you would have been if she asked. She needed the real thing, and you only postponed that for her, but I promise she won't forget you."

Marcus lowered his voice to where only those two could here. "I know Victoria, but we can't have our very first true hybrid disappear on us."