A/N: This chapter was originally along with ch8, but since it was already 16 pages long on Word (and I wanted to keep going) well most didn't want to read all of that so I broke it down. I'm really happy with how far I went with this story. I didn't think it would get this far. I really want to thank Adalon (you know who you are) this chapter wouldn't be as good without you! The only problem I have with the Underworld story is we (Adalon and I) have spent everlasting time on how they create the Underworld timeline. The novelization of Underworld says that the war begun over 900 years ago, but we have memories of Sonja being alive after then. This means she wouldn't have been the cause of the war; which we known is true. Anyways we've spent hours on end trying to figure out how it could work and it's just not complying with us so our timeline's may differ as so do the other fics. Now if you would really like to know the timeline and history please feel free to email me at nymoose@sbcglobal.net. Please r&r and enjoy some of the characters while they last...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Underworld. 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, Yvenea/Jocelyne, Sabriella/Riea, Calvin, Craig, and Keith, and the plot (especially Lucian's daughter grrr $#! *@), and anything else I can't think of!

~*~

Selene opened her eyes looking at Michael's baby face relax. She smiled. She used to think it was impossible to believe this could work out. She used to think that running away from this would make the feelings go away. Now, she knew they wouldn't go away. Just like her family, this feeling was worth fighting for. Was worth dying for.

Michael's hand held tighter on her waist. She smiled again, but swiftly got up. As she left Michael's side to take a shower she heard a moan. She shut the door behind her, and was about to turn the water on when she heard a knock at the door. It was swift, but firm. Instead she listened intently to Michael's sudden awareness. She heard him look around the room, and finally his steps were quick to get to the door. She heard Lucien's voice, "Are you alone?"

"I... Yeah, come in." Michael shut the door behind him. Lucien took a stand next to the large window. The moon was almost full. Five more days. Michael watched the moon as well. Selene must have pulled back the curtains, but where she was he had no idea. "So, what's up?"

Lucien turned around to face Michael putting on a more business face. "Um..." Lucien stumbled a bit on his words, but found his ground shortly, "Charli's story works. Timothy said he would do a blood check just so the lycans are happy, but I can smell her, and see her. I know it's true."

"It has to be. I smelt the hybrid, and unless Marcus had an early snack in two days, she's yours." Michael didn't want to sound too light about it. He still had Lucien's memories. Charli was only bringing those memories back.

Lucien sighed. "I know." He took a long pause, "It's just I've lived hundreds of years not knowing my child still breathed life. And because I kept so low these past centuries she couldn't find me. But she is thankful for it."

Michael's puzzled look was all he needed. "She was glad she didn't grow up hating vampires, she knows that they're not all the same."

Michael smiled thoughtfully, "I'm glad I didn't grow up hating them as well." Lucien shared the smile; something between a laugh and grunt left his mouth.

Selene who was cautiously listening to their conversation smiled. She wanted to get up and take her shower now, but stayed in her spot and listened till they were finished.

Lucien left as he had come in hard and swift. As soon as Michael shut the door he sighed and looked around again, not thinking to look in the bathroom he grabbed his jacket that Keith lent him, and left in search of Selene.

She finally stood up. Maybe it was better if he didn't know she was just taking a shower. She did need a bit of alone time. Even though it always left her depressed it had made her feel better in the end. The water poured out warm and lush. Her skin felt the warmth, but it never took it in. She wished that for once she could feel the same things Michael felt. The same things the lycans felt. For once she was actually jealous.

She left the shower and changed into a black long sleeved t-shirt, and black below the knee length skirt from the bag she had brought. A god damned skirt. She missed her stuff. She left her clothes, laptop, books, and other stuff. She had even left her necklace that her father had given her when she was still mortal before he had been slaughtered. She had been too young to know anything about the meaning of it, but it was all she had left of her father.

She slipped out silently, blowing out the candles as she left. She used another leather jacket found in the closet to hide part of her 'new' self. She walked onto the streets uncomfortable in her new look. She headed towards the cobblestone alleyways. The rain had stopped for once, but she could smell it come again. She walked through the bustling people looking at the old structure of the city. The shops and boutiques were brightly lit along the dark street. She hoped she could just flow along with the mortals. As each foot stepped silently she felt the mortal mind take over for the first time in a hundreds of years.

She pulled herself together. She told herself she did need alone time, so she took the next left into an ally she sometimes walked by during watch looking for vicious lycans. She knew the street all to well to know something was wrong. She sensed it right away. Someone at the top of the heavy stoned rooftops was watching her. She saw them, and by reflex she slid her hands to her sides realizing that she was not armed.

Damn. Never again am I wearing someone else's clothes.

The person was built with strong shoulders, but was weak. She could tell he limped as he gazed at her. They're eyes locked, and she muttered a few words, but couldn't finish them for he had shot her. A full round blasted through her ears like defining music. She knew he was weak, but she hadn't expected them to be armed. The full round hit her, and she fell to the floor gasping. She heard many screams half a block away. She felt the silver nitrate flow to her veins, and she knew that this was not a human or lycan, but a vampire had shot her.

She gasped for breath, and her hands pushed against the cobblestone street. She knew this wouldn't kill her, but the pain was unbearable. All she remembered was someone putting protective arms around her, and with speed carried her away from the madness.

~*~

Charli woke up instantly realizing that she was alone. A door closed, and her head snapped in the direction to find Marcus walking in swiftly. "Sorry I just had to check something."

"Liar." She held out her tongue playfully. "I know where you were you bad boy." She thought of the girl. "I never knew you went after blondes, but then again I never knew you went after any girl."

Marcus smiled sheepishly being caught. "Her name is Erika. She is a servant."

"Ah Romeo and Juliet vampire style. I like very much, think we can resurrect Shakespeare make him write a new story?" She laughed at her own stupid joke; sleep must have taken over her. Then Charli put on a more serious face as Marcus turned around once more letting her dress. "So what's she like? Does she have family that's also vampire, or lycan? Is she nice? Is she funny? How long have you known her?" Her questions left her lips quickly.

Marcus laughed, "Hold on. Slow down."

"No! This is amazing news. Marcus in all the years I've known you, you have not once looked at a vampire let alone a mere girl. Are you her sire?" Charli's interest stirred up again, "Seriously Marcus you're the only Elder that hasn't found someone, yet the other two are dead." Marcus's eyes glared the Elder in him didn't like the comment, but his eyes softened just as fast as his glare had come.

"No. Viktor was her sire. He broke the rules, as always. I've only known her since I've been awakened, but there is something about her that I'm horrifically drawn to. I made her cry, and my heart skipped, and my stomach turned. I don't know what's happening to me." He sounded like a young boy who was lost in the streets.

Charli rolled her eyes and smiled. "Younger than two hundred, and you've made her cry. Good start my friend." Charli walked up to him and grabbed his hand. "You're in love!" Marcus's sunken head picked up and stared at Charli like he was trying to burn holes in her head.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's love. Trust me I doubt it was you that made her cry, but heart skipping, stomachs churning, and you're all choked up. My dear," she looked at Marcus as if she was one of the psychologists on TV, "You have zee case of love." She took on a strong German accent. "Zo do I get more dirt or are you leaving me here."

Marcus paused and decided to answer her. "Well for one all I know is that she has no family in the covenant, nor in the lycan clan. I haven't known her that long, but there is true peace in her eyes. Something no other girl I have seen has."

At that moment there was a knock on the door, and instead of Marcus opening the door in came a woman dressed in black slacks and a black blouse. "Why the hell haven't you come to see me?" A shrill worried voice panicked through the room. Viktoria grabbed Charli, not caring what anyone else thought of and hugged her to death. Not literally. Hair clips had put her black hair back. Griffin walked in behind her shutting the door. Marcus a bit annoyed that his time had been cut short, but the sun was about to rise anyways and Charli needed to get out in the next hour of so.

Charli knew what he was thinking and made it quiet short. "Where is everyone else?" She asked as she hugged Griffin tight. He was also like a father to her, but she called him uncle instead. Griffin replied, "I came here earlier to help the awakening of our already awakened Elder," he shook hands firmly with Marcus their old friendship rekindled. "Riea and Jocelyne will be here either today or tomorrow."

Charli looked confused, "Who's Jocelyne?"

Griffin looked at her weirdly then remembered she had been gone, and enlightened Charli with some news, "Yvenea changed her name while we were in New York."

"Ah." Charli understood. "Where's Rigel?"

Viktoria stiffened at his name. She tried to mutter out the words, but instead tears fell from her eyes. Griffin responded once again, "He fell." Charli gasped. Rigel, who had been a dear friend to her, and always ready to help her, had died. It was terrible news.

"When did this happen?"

"Nathaniel, Selene, and him were scouting out lycans, and one of them shot him with a UV ray bullet." He added seeing her puzzlement, "The lycans created bullets with UV liquid inside them. It burns us."

Charli couldn't stop a tear from falling. She held Viktoria strongly. She felt bad for leaving them like this. It wasn't her place to stay anyways, but she had become really close with Rigel in the past years.

Charli said her goodbyes realizing she has less than half an hour till sunrise. She grabbed her bag and promised Viktoria she would be back. As she was leaving she passed by a propped open door. She walked quietly inside. The room was large with a couch and a bookshelf. There were hundreds of books, and a closed laptop on a cherry wood desk. The window was opened to a moon falling masterpiece. It was great view of the front yard. Charli walked silently inside her hands shifted over the books. She had loved to read just like the person who occupied this room.

"What are you doing?"

A voice behind Charli stunned her. She thought she was alone. "I'm sorry I saw the door opened and books kind of draw me in."

The woman's voice was now identified as Erika the servant Marcus talked about. Her blonde hair fell into large curls at the end. She had changed into slacks and high heels. "You're that lycan Marcus brought in. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"My name's Charli, and I am a hybrid. Um... Marcus needed to talk to me. We go back." Charli didn't want to lead her on, but wanted to at least tell her the truth.

"So you're close to Marcus?" Erika's eyes questioning Charli.

"More or less." Charli used this opportunity, "He told me about you." Shocked Erika asked what he said. "He said you were beautiful, and that you stole his heart, though he didn't know it." Erika blushed.

"I don't think I should fall for someone who will court someone else the next year."

Charli didn't seem surprised. They're rumors about Marcus and his playboy attitude. "He may not know his feelings for you because he has never really fallen in love. But I know him and he's falling deep." Charli paused, "Whose room is this."

Erika smiled from hearing a good rumor about Marcus, then her smiled faded away. "It was Selene's room." She walked up to Charli till they were about a foot apart. "Where is she? I know you know because I've smelt her on you; you can't fool me." Her worried eyes were all Charli needed.

"I do know where she is, but I'm amazed you can smell her because I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her yet. You must have smelt her from Michael." Charli was wishing she hadn't gone into too deep of words. She didn't know this vampire she could easily tell the covenant.

"Please. I know what you're thinking. I may not be the most trusted, but on my part Selene was my friend." Erika remembered how she disliked Selene, but now that Kraven was out of the picture she set her bearings straight. "I need to know where she is."

"She is safe. The lycans have a home that none of the vampires know of." Charli said still restraining though letting loose bit by bit. Erika seemed like the non-trusting type, but the look in her eyes told her that she meant what she said. Charli told her where the house was, but warned her that it would always be guarded.

Erika nodded, and handed Charli an empty bag. "Her clothes are there." She pointed to a dresser that matched the bookcase. "Don't forget some of the books, and this," Erika handed her a necklace. One red jewel was centered in a silver designed necklace. The silver twisted a turned from about an inch away from the jewel making it look magical. Charli held the necklace close knowing this would obviously be one of Selene's prized possessions. "Please also tell her I helped you. And that I am sorry. She'll know what I mean." And with that Erika left the room leaving the window as an escape.

Charli put some of the interesting clothes inside the bag. She stuffed it with as many books as possible. Preferably the ones that were already out, and those that were oldest tend to be someone's favorites. She also grabbed the laptop and spy equipment, including five different sets of guns, making the bag very lethal. She grabbed another smaller bag she had found underneath the dresser realizing she had not put enough clothes, packed that one with more than needed. She dropped the smaller bag down the window knowing there were only clothes. Luckily the weather was dry. She jumped after the bag, holding tightly to the expensive equipment. She landed smoothly and heaved the bags in the trunk of the Viper still sitting where she had left it. She took the keys from her back pocket and turned the ignition, vivaciously and rapidly left the manor. Kicking the gas, she left for a new destination.

She arrived at the nearby cemetery in less than seven minutes. She grabbed her knife and walked into the cemetery towards the back where she had last saw her mother's grave. There stood a blank stone next to Sonja's. It was originally meant for Lucien's grave, but she never had the nerve to etch anything in. Instead she used the blade and etched in Rigel. About an hour later she said her last thoughts and farewells to the empty grave, and walked assuredly to the Viper. A man stood next to it looking into the windows. His chin length black hair was wavy, and he wore a black silk blouse. He turned to look at Charli and smiled. Evil was written all over his face.

"I think we're going to be good friends Charli."

~*~

Time passed by. There was non-stop kicking and punching the black bag. It never fell down either. Beads of sweat fell down Gavin's face. He didn't care. The sweat and the pain were a distracting comfort. Rapid intakes of breath also distracted his disobedient mind from thoughts of her. He was ready for more. No matter how long it took he had to get it out of his system, and thinking about her and pretending the bag was himself made him think this might take a long while.

He heard stories of punching bags, and how they are your therapy, and your friend. He knew it was all bullshit. The pain and anger was welcomed because it made it easier to get through the thoughts of her. Thoughts of Charli. A slight knock at his door made him look up from his "friend." He reached the door in two strides. Lucien smiled as he was invited into Gavin's room.

Lucien looked around. It was a small room. A bed, bookshelf, dresser, and punching bag were all that was there. There was a door that was ajar and led to a small bathroom that had squeezed in a shower and toilet.

"You know, of all the rooms we have, why chose this one?" Lucien asked.

"Because this is all I need." Gavin responded. His breath was quick, but he held his calm. Lucien realized this.

"I've been paying attention. You've been at it for at least three hours straight now. What is it?"

It's your daughter Lucien. It's always been about you're daughter ever since I set eyes on her I wanted to spend my eternity with her whether she felt the same or not. "It's nothing, sir."

"What is with you my friend? You haven't called me sir in," Lucien paused, "A long time. You've been acting different since..." He left his sentence hanging. For the first time since Lucien walked in Gavin looked into his friends' eyes. Gavin's liquid brown eyes meeting Lucien's, and he knew those eyes.

Lucien's eyes widened. "You love her." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Gavin knew it wouldn't be a secret. He knew it was true; there was no sense in hiding it. He nodded confidently. Then, after Lucien saw his nod, he shook his head, "But I can't."

Lucien knew that he was alpha again. He didn't think he intimidated Gavin; there was something else. "Why not?"

"Why not?" Gavin repeated the question like Lucien was absurd. "I go looking for her for six centuries Lucien. Don't you think I would have found her? Maybe she didn't want to be found. She probably has a great life, and a great vampyre boyfriend. I can't get in the way of that. All I want," Gavin had to pause, taking in a breath, he had to say it to admit it, and "All I want is for her to be happy. I can't control her life."

"And you can't control love."

"You're right. S-s-so...so if she's happy, then I won't stop her." Gavin thought himself pitiful. His fists tightened around the gloves, he growled and punched the bag as hard as he could rage filling him. The bag flew touching the ceiling. He bowed his head and a tear fell to the floor.

"Gavin." Lucien sighed; he never would have thought this would happen to him. Then again he never thought his daughter was alive. "She's been asleep. Maybe that's why you never saw her."

"I know," Gavin caught on. "That's not what I meant."

"She was only awake when Marcus was awake. Besides she's only been in Europe for the past sixty years or so."

"And I thought she was still in America."

Lucien nodded in partly understanding. "How do you know her?"

Gavin had felt this talk coming. He hoped Lucien would forgive his lies. "I've known her since we raided the manor. Since we liberated our brothers. I saw her almost every night till you agreed to leave so Kraven could take over," the name fumed through his teeth like toxic waste dumb. "She helped us for a perfect time slot."

"And I honestly thought you needed some 'alone' time." A bit of anger seethed in the fatherly voice, but that was it.

"That's it? No "how come you didn't tell me about my daughter" and all that."

"You knew she was my daughter?" Lucien's voice quickened.

"Well she told me that you were her father, and I didn't believe her, but then after a few months I got to know her, and I saw how much you two are alike, but I couldn't tell that she was a hybrid. Her smells weren't as strong. I guess she learned how to calm the sense." Gavin rambled nervously.

"And you still love her after all this time?" Some of Lucien's unknown fatherly senses picked up.

Gavin nodded in slight embarrassment. He did still love her, "But like I said before the most important thing is that she is happy. Now that she has found you, I don't think that will be a problem. Besides she won't want to see me, even if she wanted to remember."

"Why?" Though Gavin had lied to him, he wanted to get all he could out of this conversation.

"I left her."

At this point Lucien would have laughed his pretty little head off, but saw how serious Gavin was, "What do you mean?"

"At the manor." Great I'm going down memory lane with her father; what a chance to bond. He thought. "She b-begged me," it was hard for the words to come out. "To come with us. Promised she wouldn't be a distraction, and I left her in pain and agony. I can understand why she looks at me with hatred. I did it. I made her hate."

Lucien looked away in understanding. It was hard for him to get mad at a dear friend, yet it was his daughter they were talking about.

"She was so much like you. And like you, she changed when she fell in love." Gavin picked up his jacket, and a small bag, and started for the door, he was ready to leave this time. He was not ready to leave Charlize again, but he had to. He opened the door when Lucien's strong hand stopped him.

"I think she would be happier if she knew you were here and you're love was still strong." Lucien said in a commanding tone, but was still kind. "There's nothing left to hide from." Lucien had that effect on people. He was gentle and kind and commanding, but you never wanted to be near a mad determined Lucien. Gavin knew all to well. He slightly smiled, and walked out the opened door.

Leaving Gavin to sigh again and drop his bag. He would need his 'friend' again, but not now. Now he would tell her the truth. Everything about the way he felt. It was time. It was time to tell her he went looking for her, and that he never ever stopped loving her. He took in a meditating breath. He walked out of his room, and back into the front entrance room. There seemed to be a lot of commotion. Lycans crowded in a circle, Lucien seemed to be in the middle of it all. He shouted at the others to back away, taking command.

Gavin's heart skipped. He looked at someone with a gunshot wound. Not one gunshot wound, but about seven give or take. The stomach was bleeding badly. Her long curly brown hair was messy and her arms held scratches, and many bruises had formed on her tan skin. Gavin stood, amazing he still stood, and stared at her. He couldn't breath, he could barely move. It seemed like his life flashed by in seconds. Well, his life was right in front of him on the ground. He noticed a large scratch around her neck and her pendant was missing.

Charli was dead.