I should mention that ch5 might have been a bit short; at least I was led to believe it was. I meant to make it a really long ch, but as I'm writing it I thought it would be the best to leave you off on a slight cliffy. Sorry guys, but here is your awaited ch6. I would still like to thank Adalon to whose real name I must not tell, for she helped me with the history that led me to my perfect (to me) story. So I must tell you once again if you're waiting for ch7 then go read her story now that it is two chapters long. Adalon, if you're reading this (which I know you are) please hurry with ch3... even though I already know what happens I want to read it! BTW I've put ~*~ before it begins because even though I space it out, it again won't show up when I post it and everyone seems to get a bit confused. Well here you all go.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Underworld novel, movie, comic, etc. I do in fact own anything that was not involved in the amazing process of Underworld novel, movie, comic, etc. I do fortunately own everyone not included in the above including Victoria, Gavin, Marlem, Griffin, Gabrielle/Elle, Connor, Charli, and the plot, and anything else I can't think of! (

~*~

Charli grabbed her backpack throwing everything back in. She searched her bag until she found a pair of glasses, and placed them on her. She zipped the bag up and rested it neatly on the side of a couch.

The lycans encircling the room got a bit bored, but kept in their places making sure their prisoner didn't act up.

"I need to see Lucien." Charli commanded to Michael calmly.

The lycans tensed up whether it been from hearing the former leaders name or from her commanding their new leader.

Michael smiled with a questioning glare. "For someone who seems to know it all doesn't."

Some of the lycans sneered at this comment; laughing at the silly girl.

"Obviously you have been quiet mistaken." She smiled a mystery about her.

Calvin stepped in front of her angry, "No one is aloud to speak to our leader like that!"

"Poor Lucien, nobody went to look for him. I wonder how he feels about that. Not alone because there was someone with him last night at the cemetery." She said boredom drawing on her face.

Michael sighed getting bored of the conversation as well, "Lucien is dead." The girl wasn't even surprised, but Michael added, "So your eyes must have cheated you."

She laughed a little. "I don't know where you're going with this, but if I don't see him now I will never be able to."

"It's not a joke. I saw him die," Calvin starting to get annoyed with this new visitor.

"Are you sure you're eyes did not cheat you because I know Lucien when I smell him." Charli started to get irritated, "This may be a fun game to you, but I won't be able to see him again."

"Why's that? Mommy needs you home by ten?" One of the lycans called out.

"Because if I don't show up soon Marcus will send death dealers after any lycan they can smell, and by the looks and smells of it you're so called "dead" Lucien will be an easy target since his ribs have been damaged though he won't admit it."

Some of the lycans had backed off, but prepared to knock her out if they had to.

Michael's curiosity lengthened, but he held firm, "I watched him die. Kraven killed him. A vampire, but you're not a vampire totally?" He said with slyness.

"Good one, you're senses have been picking up. Have you had any headaches or cramps?" Charli said like it was an everyday question.

Michael stared at her eyes widening, "No." Charli responded quickly, "Hmm those were my symptoms. Maybe they only happen in female hybrids, or maybe it's the person who bites them" then lowered her voice thinking aloud, "not if he was bitten by Lucien, which would be the same sire." She quickly looked up.

The same lycan who had called out spoke up again, "What ever bullshit you throw at us won't work we all saw Lucien dead, and even if by slight chance he was alive the vampires would have swarmed that place by now; killing him." Michael's confidence in his answer was fading.

"Listen I saw him last night with a friend," she thought about the man's name, "Gavin, that's his name."

Many of the lycans laughed at the name and Calvin called, "Gavin? That idiot we're not proud to call a lycan left the entire pack at our peak in the war because he got a bit scared. He ran off, and probably died doing it." Calvin growled and spat.

Charli started to feel unsure about the whole thing. She had hoped that finding Lucien would be easier than this. She believed that they were telling the truth; that Lucien wasn't here because of the way they acted towards this fellow, he was defiantly in command here. She had to bid her time. "So," she paused and sniffed in Michael's direction, "you're a hybrid."

"Name's Michael," he said with a hint of anger glare, "how are you a hybrid?" He mine as well ask her questions if she was going to play with him.

"Long story, good one too. Tell you when you're older."

All of the lycans had growled at this remark. Michael just laughed it off like a bad joke. "I may be the first hybrid, but I'm not as young as you think."

"You're the first hybrid?" She said as Michael nodded, "according to whom?" She smirked.

"According to me." A deep voice kindly stated behind Charli. Her head snapped in the direction to find Lucien staring at her.

Charli hid a small smile happy she found what she had came for, "According to you?" She asked rolling her eyes.

"He wasn't the first born," Lucien said with anger, but added with sadness, "But he's the first to live. The first was killed before she could live and come into this world." Lucien hardened his face.

"According to whom?" Charli asked again. She tensed up. "Did you make sure she was still pregnant while they burned her to death? No, did you!" The anger rising in Charli's voice. "You didn't smell for you're un-born daughter while her body dies in ashes" her eyes brimmed slightly with tears. "No dad you didn't." She screamed letting out centuries of anger. She caught her breath and realized her big mistake. She had accidentally let them out.

Gavin spoke what meant to be soft, but came out loud, "Charlize."

Charli looked at the strange man then at Lucien and softly spoke, "Dad." She hit the floor and all she saw was black.

~*~

Erika lied on her bed sighing deeply. She was only a servant. Was it possible that Marcus really cared for her? It had to be impossible. Kraven had never noticed her; what made Marcus so special? He was still an Elder; and as some had said the most feared.

***

Erika shook her head. The last few days had been kind of weird.

"Feeling better?" A woman with long black hair sat in a chair next to the bed that Erika lied in.

"A little," Erika was still a bit confused.

"Yes, I know. You were hit hard with mind aches. When vampires are first turned it tends to happen. You were just an unfortunate one." The woman answered smiling. A true smile. Something Erika hadn't seen in a long while.

It was the year 1854, London was the largest city in the world, and England was the most powerful empire under the rule of Queen Victoria. London was so dirty that the life expectancy was twenty years of age. How Erika knew this information was impossible to her. Her father was a count, and maybe she had heard the information from him.

"So, does that mean I really am a vampire?" Erika asked in wonder.

The woman nodded, "You are until someone destroys you. Most likely a lycan, but I doubt they would do something so rash."

"I bet they would." Erika's head snapped at the door. A tall man in silk robes stood there.

"Hello Viktor." The woman sighed angrily. She stood up letting the long elegant black dress fall. It wasn't a dress that was in fashion, Erika noticed.

"Hello Viktoria. Telling our new member all about our history?" Viktor smiled entering the room. It was a fairly large room with blue covers outlined in gold embroidery somewhat like the designs on Viktor's robes.

"I was just about to get to that part when I was rudely interrupted." Viktoria looked away in annoyance.

"Viktor didn't interrupt. He's just doing his job." A woman came out from the shadow of Viktor. Erika noticed she too had black hair though not as long as Victoria's below shoulder length hair it still showed to be quiet long.

"Selene, it's very nice to see you." Viktoria did one of her true smiles.

Erika looked at her in wide surprise, "Why are you dressed as if you were a man?" Erika's surprised English accent shown.

Selene angrily walked to the new girl and bent down to her so that they were eye level faces two inches apart.

"Because I can't go off killing in a dress I might ruin it." Selene smiled coldly at what seemed to Viktor to be a joke.

Viktor held back Selene who instantly obeyed. "Now now I'm sure you're going to be the best of friends tell each other your favorite colors, and talk about men. In fact I hold Erika to be you're servant Selene." Selene whipped her head around and pouted at Viktor's stern face. She turned her head back seconds later, and ordered Erika to follow her.

Erika stood in protest, "I am not a servant! I am daughter to Count Oliver of..."

"You are in my house now and living under my rules. If you don't like it you can be fed to the lycans. I'm sure they would love that." Viktor interrupted loudly showing his dominance and power.

Erika didn't know what in God's name lycans were, but she looked at Viktoria and knew she must do as told. She pursued Selene and Viktoria quickly followed not wanting another second with the intolerable Elder.

Viktoria stopped Selene on her way to the third floor. "I know you don't need a servant; you don't have to prove that. But let easy on her. If she becomes a problem see me, and I'll handle her." Selene nodded in understanding, and they parted. Erika wanted to go with Viktoria. She was the only person who had been nice to her in this place. It may not have been such a good idea to walk the lonely streets in England after all.

Selene led her to the third floor. "This is where the elders and they're direct kin sleep." She showed Erika a hallway with three doors on each side all carved with the designs from the bed and robes. The largest three on the left each had a letter on it. V M and A. Erika wondered and Selene answered her questioning look.

"V for Viktor, M for Marcus, and A for Amelia. They are the three Elders of vampires. Every hundred years one is awakened and the other is asleep. Whomever is awake is our master." Selene saw that she was making no sense to Erika. "Like kings and queen, and the three doors on the right are like prince and princesses."

Erika's eyes brightened in understanding. She hung onto Selene's every word. Erika always listened, she loved school. Odd as that was too many of her friends; she read a lot, but remained tuned to the latest fashion.

"What about the hall down there." Erika pointed to a curved hall next to the Elders hallway.

"That is where we are going." Selene walked firmly on the ground keeping her pace quick. "The next in line are death dealers. They are well respected among all the vampires." They reached a longer hallway with about a dozen doors. "It takes work to become a death dealer."

"What exactly do they do?" Erika peered into the dim lit hallway.

"Kill lycans mostly. Do what some would call the dirty work? Interrogate, kill, create weapons, etc." She said lightly like they were talking about what was to be served for dinner. Selene led Erika to a door at the end of the hallway, and opened it. "That's what I am, a death dealer, and this is my chamber."

"Where will I sleep?" Erika asked marveled.

Selene was pleased she asked this. "This way," and Erika followed her down two flights of steps and into the living room where few vampires bothered to look their way. They quickly past through the others, and passed through what looked to be a kitchen. Pots and pans were hanging from the island counter that included a stove. They went through a dark wooden swinging door.

Past the door was yet another living room, square, smaller, almost half the size, but still large. There were about ten doorways each branching out from the room. Selene went to unlock one the farthest to the left with a small bronze key. She handed the bronze key to Erika; "The death dealers are going hunting tonight so I won't be needing you tonight." Selene notified her, not like she would need her anyways. "But I will see you tonight, and," Selene paused deciding whether she should speak or not, "My favorite color is black, only black."

Erika smiled and Selene walked away emotionless. There may still be hope for the both yet.

Erika looked at her dresser dark cherry wood. Her thoughts changed to Selene. Even thought Erika had been Selene's servant for a hundred and fifty years, but Selene had treated her fair. Though Selene was hard core, and dark, Erika knew her best, and she would not have killed Viktor and fled with a Hybrid in a million and two years without an extremely good reason.

But this Marcus; what game was he trying to play? Erika had heard of things about him. He was the youngest of the Elders, which made him somewhat of a vampire magnet. She laughed softly at how weird her life had gotten. Vampire magnet. She laughed silently again, and fell into a soft sleep.

~*~

Selene woke up to find Michael sitting across the bed. His hands slide through his hair in deep thoughts. Selene moved from her sleeping position bringing Michael back from his thoughts. He looked at her and let a question slip form his mouth, "Did Lucien's daughter live?"

Selene was surprised. "There were speculations. That's it." She eyed him in wonder. "Why, and how?"

"Well this girl came to the manor this afternoon. Some of the lycans caught her spying on the roof. She came for Lucien, and after somewhat of an argument that he was dead Lucien showed up with another younger lycan.

"He's alive?" Selene's eyes were in total attention.

Michael nodded, and continued, "She took a look at him and they had an argument about the night Sonja died," Sonja's name was caught in Michael's throat like Lucien, "Then she called him dad and went unconscious."

Selene hung on every word. This was interesting information. The girl was probably just crazy, Selene had seen her kind before, but her gut told her differently.

"She's fine we put her in on of the empty chambers, one of Lucien's favorite I've been told."

Michael again looked at her though his mind buzzing with all this information.

"It was just a speculation that she was alive," Selene said answering Michael's unasked question, "Some crazy vampire said that he saw Sonja give birth, and they replaced the baby with something else. He was killed after that by Marcus or Viktor, I'm not quiet sure who it was."

"Well who was in charge, or Elder at the time. Whatever you call it." Michael asked thinking he may get some answers around here.

"Well, it was right before Sonja's execution, as I'm told. Marcus didn't want to deal with Viktor's problems and he didn't want a traitor in his mansion so he awakened Viktor secretly, but when Viktor got the news about Sonja he got so angry that he publicized his awakening. Creating a huge mess in the timeline of Elders. At first, I believe, Viktor wanted to take reign for that year, changing the timeline and all, but Marcus wouldn't allow it. That is when vampires started to take sides on whom was a greater leader, but in the end Viktor won. I only know what's been told to me, and that Viktor reigned for Marcus's remaining seven years or so and then took it upon himself to rule the next century. That's when I was turned."

Michael looked a bit stunned. "How come you never said anything about this before. How come you were so cold to... if you knew the story."

"Because Lucien triggered my sire's thoughts, and memories." Selene looked cold and angry. "It wasn't my fault for all those damn killings. It's always been the fault of lycans. Killing and destroying how they please." Selene was taken a back, her body tensed.

Michael stopped. His body still as stone. He knew that it was Viktor's thoughts that said those words, but he still felt something more when it came out of Selene's mouth. He guessed this may answer some questions, and though the cynical urge to ask for more seized him; he held himself back, and instead his hand reached out for Selene's face.

His hand cupped her face, and her eyes were drawn to him. It was like he looked into her soul. Maybe that was why she felt weird emotions around him. Pain, guilt, and love. He pulled her closer with ease, and light kisses trailed her neck, and replaced with elongated to a half way extent while retracing his trail back to her lips. The cold lips that felt too good.

To Michael's animal in himself Selene's love was like a drug. He couldn't have enough of her. After a few minutes all sides of Michael felt that her love was a drug. I burning desire seared through Michael.

Michael pulled Selene closer to him. Her nails traced pathways across Michael's back. Scratching the hard skin as Michael weaved himself into her. The scratches on Michael's back left only tingling feelings that made him growl as he continued. All of Selene's complicated thoughts went away and without interruption she fully gave herself to Michael letting herself be released.