A/N: If anyone knows how to italicize the words because fan fiction doesn't show the italicized words that would be a HUGE help! Thanks! Enjoy chapter 13 please review…honestly! All critiques are welcomed!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Underworld. That belongs to Danny McBride, Kevin Grevioux, and Len Wiseman. I do in fact own anything that was not involved in the amazing process of Underworld novel, movie, comic, etc; including Victoria, Gavin, Marlem, Griffin, Gabrielle/Elle, Connor, Charli, Yvenea/ Jocelyne, Sabrielle/Riea, Calvin, Craig, Bryant, Elyse and Keith, and any other character not listed and not in underworld. And the plot (especially Lucian's daughter grrr), and anything else I can't think of!

~*~ CH: 13: The New Hybrid~*~

A soft knock at the front door pulled Elyse away from the conversation. Her chair scraped back and she walked towards the door. Without bothering to see who it was, she opened the door.

Bryant stood in the doorway. His light black hair was slicked back. A bit of stubble covered his chin. His suit was gone and was exchanged for khaki cargo shorts and a white shirt with blue letters reading 'California'. His square framed glasses neatly fit his charming face covering light gray eyes.

"Hey." Elyse couldn't help but melt a bit in the knees.

"You should really check who's at the door before you open it." Bryant said calmly, but Elyse could tell he was worried.

"I did my field training in the CIA, Bryant, don't think I can't kick your ass." Elyse smiled. "But you're right; next time I'll check."

Bryant grinned from ear to ear. He didn't mind showing Elyse how much he cared for her. It's not like she didn't know anyways. "So," his smiled turned sly like a naughty nine year old, "Where did we leave off?" Bryant asked grabbing Elyse by the waist and pulling her closer.

"Ooohh! What has Elyse dragged in this time?" Corrine opened the door wider about to find her sister and tall dark and handsome in pre-make-out mode. "Lookie what I found JJ." She giggled and Elyse rolled her eyes. Could her sister be any more annoying? No, obviously.

"Bryant this is my annoying sister Corrine." Bryant looked at the blonde in realization.

"Well it's nice to finally meet you, Elmo, is it?" Bryant asked remembering that Elyse's brother and sister both had nicknames.

"Right, the other one's Oscar." Elyse replied referring to Michael.


"'Cause he's a grouch." Corrine added.

"You must have been bored little children." Bryant stifled a laugh while Elyse punched him in the stomach. He loved her even when she was mad. "And who were you, Big Bird?"

"No, she was cookie monster because she ate like one." Corrine hung on the door laughing. Elyse was about to punch her as well when she became aware that Corrine didn't have the six-pack that Bryant had and she would probably hurt her baby sister.

Bryant no longer kept his laugh inside. His grin showed a dazzle of white teeth while mocking Elyse. Elyse walked away from the door letting the two laugh at her.

JJ was still at the table, flipping through the songs and finally picking out 'Girls Not Grey' by A.F.I. JJ nodded along with the beat and told Elyse behind her shoulder, "Men and little sisters. Glad I don't have either."

Elyse smiled at JJ's comment. "Yeah, but you have me. And I can be worse than both." JJ laughed this time, nodding, knowing that Elyse was right.

Elyse had been like JJ's older sister since her parents had died in a car accident. Some dip shit was under the influence of alcohol driving and hit them head on. The kid wasn't even old enough to drive let alone drink. He was even on the wrong side of the road. JJ went into a depression for about a few months, but Elyse and Corrine had helped her all they could.

Corrine led Bryant into the apartment. Elyse was going to have a hard time getting away from this one. Or…maybe not.

"Corrine, I have something important to discuss with Bryant, CIA protocol, and you guys are more than welcome to stay up, but I suggest that if we go brother hunting tomorrow, then you might want some sleep." Elyse had made it that easy, grabbing Bryant's hand and leading him into her room where it was secluded from the other rooms.

"God Elyse. If you wanted to have a make-out session with Bryant all you had to do was tell us. You don't have to keep it a secret." Corrine yelled as Elyse slammed the door.

She turned to find Bryant smiling again. "What? I didn't do anything?" Elyse gave Bryant a look of mock innocence.

"Is this true? You want to have a make-out session with me, cookie monster?" Bryant smiled again mocking her.

"You're never going to let me live this one down!" she said stubbornly, noting that she was defiantly going to kick her sister's ass after this.

"Nope."

"So then maybe I'll have to seduce you to get it off your mind." Elyse said, putting her hands on his chest.

Bryant thought about this. "Hmm. That's going to take a lot of seducing. Sure you're up to it?"

"Oh, I'll see what I can do." Elyse smiled pressing her lips against his. In seconds their kiss deepened. His hands slid up her petite body to her hair, and untied the messy bun tossing her hair tie on the dresser. She started to unbutton his flannel shirt and he followed suit, sliding his hands up her sides, slipping off her basic white shirt. Heat radiated from his body.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed resting her gently on the sheets while he came around on the other side. Once there, he pulled her close again. Tongues slid out, massaging the other. By this time, both were completely naked, their bodies fitted together like nothing could come between them. 

~*~

"It was after I moved into an apartment in New York. Some idiot from the New World Coven and his gang members took me to a party. I was there with Riea. They were actually from LA. We were having a good time," she paused, "But he grabbed me and took me to an empty bedroom and…and" Charli couldn't finish her sentence.

Gavin shushed her. He could guess what when on from there. He lightly kissed the top of her forehead. "It's OK. He'll never come back here, and if he does I'll kill him." Gavin said it calmly though pure hatred seared through him like a virus. The evil bastard would pay; Gavin swore that.

Gavin's head rested on Charli's while her head lay on his chest. His body faced hers and with one arm he pulled her closer. Her hands brought the comforter up closer to her neck like a shield. Gavin's hand rested on her tender cheek.

Though they were both in clothes and Gavin wasn't even inside the comforters they both felt closeness like never before.

She had fallen asleep so quietly before she could answer any more of his questions. He had a feeling that she didn't really want to answer them at the moment, partially because she was exhausted.

~*~

Lucian sat quietly in one of the desk chairs. His laptop was in front of him and he was clicking at the cards that were placed in the front of him. Charli had said solitaire was addicting, and it also helped him think.

His thoughts were mostly about Sonja. They had been tucked away in the back of his mind, and Charli had brought them back to him. He wasn't sure how to react to it. How could he not have known for so many years? He had a daughter and she was alive. Lucian's first instinct was that that was all that mattered, but it didn't. He would take her in, even if she hadn't been his daughter; he wasn't about to let such a young girl live alone where vampyres could claim her. Yet she was a hybrid. She could take care of herself. She looked more like he did than Sonja. Brown curly hair.

"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."

He smiled. He didn't know his daughter long enough, but he knew. He knew that Sonja was right, but she missed the points of where she came into the picture. Charli stubbornness, mysteriousness, didn't care what other people thought and…charming.

Lucian's eyes became glazed for a flicker of a moment. He lost the one thing that was so precious to him. He wouldn't let that happen again.

~*~

Charli woke with a start to find Gavin staring at her. He smiled. "Have a nice sleep, love?"

"Love?" Charli sniggered.

Gavin put both hands to his face and grumbled. "I've spent too much time with your father!" He almost cursed it.

Charli hid a smile. "Some would say I look and act just like him."

"No you don't." Gavin looked back at Charli who had a surprising almost hurt face. She loved her father. "Because if you were just like you father, I'd be kissing him not you."

At this, Charli grinned and pulled Gavin closer, pressing her lips against his. He willingly accepted her invitation.

After a few moments they pulled away and Charli stretched her arms out. Yawning she got up realizing she was still in her clothes from the other night.

"Crap! I must have been out of it last night." She paused then at random, "I'm going to take a shower." She opened one of the doors that were connected to her room. Inside she found a closet. Gavin snickered. Charli turned around and glared at him.

"Let's see what's behind door number two." She found a dusty colored gray tiled bathroom with a stainless steel shower and sink. "What no bath tub? I'll miss that."

Gavin was suddenly behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. "Liar."

Charli turned in his arms to face him, "And how would you know?"

Gavin looked at her in a jokingly way, "My lady, you hurt me."

Charli smiled again. "No dear sir, I love you." It was his turn to press his lips to her warm ones. His embraced tightened and the kiss deepened. Charli's arms hung around his neck and she let his kiss fall to her neck. Her eyes closed enjoying his presence once more.

Gavin had waited centuries for this. Waited centuries to have Charli safely in his arms once again. He always knew they would be together forever, but when he lost track of her he became worried because of the New World Coven in the states. He feared they had caught on to who she was, and killed her. He lived those years in pure misery. But now she was here, and he loved her more than anything, more than he had ever cared for anyone.

The tips of Gavin's canines tickled Charli's jugular and all the way down her shoulder without breaking the skin. She pulled back, "C'mon Gavin, let me take a shower I smell."

"Yes you're right, stinky." He smiled as she pushed him away from the door and she shut it. He waited a bit until he heard the water rush out. He walked quietly out of the room, and turned the hallway. He found his way through twisted paths of abandoned underway. Almost like railroads they were.

~*~

Charli had finally put some new clothes on. Tonight she didn't feel like drying her hair. With this weather it was probably going to get wet anyway. Instead she pulled her hair back in a messy bun.

She grabbed a black hoodie, and pulled it over her head. The sweatshirt was sizes too big, but she didn't mind. It was comfortable, and that's all that mattered to her. She slipped from the room quietly. Her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the halls and strayed to the door at the end of the hall. Her footsteps were quiet to the steel and stone tunnels of the lycan den. She gently opened the door with one hand, for in her other hand held a black large bag of some sort and a smaller bad made of canvas.

A noise at the door made Michael stir. The person had not bothered to knock. He looked up to find Charli creeping her way inside. If the door didn't creak so loud he wouldn't have noticed her arrival.

She showed a small smile to Michael. She could see him even in the darkness of the room. Michael got up from the bed, Selene next to him. His black sweats were loose against his body. Though there was no light, Charli could tell Michael didn't have a shirt on.

"Hey. Sorry it's so late. You're more than welcome to go back to sleep. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Why are you here?"

"To help silly. Look at yourself Michael. You're tired and pale. You've been at Selene's side for days now. I think maybe you need to relax. I'll take over."

Her words took him by surprise. When Samantha died no one was really there to comfort him. No one helped him. He knew lycans were family, but even this was more than generous.

"You don't-" Michael started, but Charli cut him off.

"I do. I brought some stuff from Africa. They're for sickness and bring good health. Immortal or not, this stuff works." Charli went to drop the two bags by Selene's side. She then came right back around to Michael. "And you…mister," she said, while pushing his body with ease, "Are going to take a shower and clean yourself up." She finally got the stubborn hybrid to the end of the room where the door to the bathroom stood.

"But-"

"No!" Charli said calmly, but was stubborn about it. "Please Michael. You need this as much as Selene and I need this."

"Selene-" Michael tried again, but once more was cut off.

"If you're about to drop dead when she wakes up then how are you going to greet her a good morning…or good night?"

Michael understood, and with much reluctance, he went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Charli went back to Selene's side. "What the fuck happened to us, Selene?" Charli sighed and reached into the canvas bag and pulled out about a dozen candles. All were brown each with a different vanilla symbol on them.

"Now this, my dear," Charli talked as if she was crazy, "Is to waken up the senses and help your immune system, though I believe it's a different case for us immortals. Works like a charm." She spoke to Selene, but only she could hear. "When you wake up, I promise you'll feel somewhat as good as new."

She places the candles around the fossilized headboard and on the bedside table. "A spiritual healer from Africa got me these for my birthday years back." Charli started again talking to herself, but part of her knew Selene was listening.

In silence, she worked a match along the strip of sandpaper on the back of the matchbox. The flame flickered around making paintings of light on the wall.

Instead of bringing the candles to her, she brought the flame to the candle. The flames licked her fingers as she lit the candles. She made no sign of uneasiness.

Next, she took out a white porcelain bowl. She took out a few tea packets. She opened up the packets and spilled the ingredients from the tea bag into the bowl. Then with a wooden cylinder she slammed hard on the mixture. It made little noise while she crumpled it into dust.

By the time she was done with making the potion into fine dust, Michael came back out. He had changed sweats, but they were still the same black color. He took the towel and ran it through his hair one last time before tossing it back into the room.

His nose twitched, "What on earth is that smell?"

"Sorry. The downfall to herbal candles is that these smell really strong, but I promise the outcome is much more pleasing." 

Michael looked at the candles then his gaze drifted back to Selene. "How's she doing?"

"Much better. She's stopped doing that jerky thing every once and a while."

Michael remembered. Though Selene's breathing had become normal even breaths again, she sometimes had a moment where she would take rapid intakes of air and twitch. It reminded Michael of a dog when they had dreams.

Charli rested her hand on Selene's forehead. Cold and hot sweat ran between Charli's fingers. At least it was simmering down now. She got up with her bowl and walked over to the bathroom. She turned the faucet on hot and poured water into the bowl half way. She grabbed another clean cloth and went back to the room.

Michael had moved himself next to Selene. Charli squeezed herself in between the two. Her hand checked the blackened water. Perfect. She dipped the cloth in barely and with carefulness, she dabbed the cloth all around Selene's face.

Selene gave just the slightest move only the two immortals could see, "I told you so." Charli smiled at Michael glad that Selene's senses were coming back.

"So. What's up?" Charli asked from her cross-legged position.

"Mm. Nothing much." Michael said in a faraway voice. It was awkward how easy it was to just "talk" to Charli. She made it seem like there wasn't a war going on. "You?"

"Same old. Same old." She replied.

"You're very chilled about this entire war thing," Michael stated what had been on his mind since he saw her.

"I guess so. But I think it has to do with the fact that I've not been physically affected by it all."

She was so mellow. "But what about Sonja?" Memories from Lucian made Michael choke back at the name.

"Yeah of course, she's my mom, but I never knew her. I've never seen her. I've never talked to her. I know it seems weird, but I guess I just don't feel the enormity of it all. But soon enough I will be affected, and when that day comes…" Charli left her words hanging.

Selene stirred again. "Good signs. I think I'm going for a walk; it's so nice outside!" Charli said with a new source of energy.

"It's raining." Michael said like it was obvious that it was raining in Budapest.

"Exactly!" Charli said as if he didn't get it.

Which he didn't.

"And don't touch the candles. If her eyes come open you can blow it out. I know it smells like toilet water, but deal with it if you want her back." Charli said finally.

He did want her back.

She's a weird one, was Michael's last thoughts as she left the room, leaving the candles.

~*~

She slipped out of the room, and surprisingly found her way to the main corridors all by herself. Some of the lycans she passed gave her looks. Most were reproachful, critical, and judgmental, but some had been just blank. Like having Lucian's daughter in the den didn't faze them or piss them off.

She looked through some of the double doors. She found a library filled with books, and Timothy's medical room where she had been only days before. Finally, she found a room with florescent lighting. There were two parts to the enormous room. The first had thin mats along the floor, and parts of the wall. The other had an assortment of items, and different colored dots on the wall. Different colors like black, navy, gray, white, and brown. Different colors.

How she managed to get into this room, she had no idea.

Against the wall where the door was, Charli found a rack and a shelf filled with a large collection of swords, daggers, throwing stars, pistols, rifles, arrows, and some even Charli couldn't name. She picked up one of the dozens of guns. Desert Eagle. She loaded the mag and cocked the gun.

She swerved, barely glancing at the dots, and fired a round of three bullets. Three of the colored dots were missing…

She smiled at herself. She turned back around to the weapons taking a hard long look at every one of them. There were fewer guns, she noticed, than any of the other items.  She still had the Desert Eagle in her hand. Reluctantly, she put it down, but not before wiping it clean with a cloth.

"It's yours if you want," a voice behind her echoed to the walls of the large room.

She veered behind her. Lucian stood tall at the doorway. She grinned.

"Most of us carry the guns around with us at all times. So the guns in here aren't of much use." Lucian sauntered closer to Charli. She looked back at the Desert Eagle. She had found it on a shelf with a series of Desert Eagles. "Interesting that you pick the Desert Eagle."

"Why? They're great guns." Charli took a glance at her father.

"They were Trix's favorite guns. This was his collection." Lucian took on a sad tone.

"Was?"

"We're in war Charli. What do you expect?" Lucian seemed to lower his voice. 

"I'm sorry. I-"

"It's OK. He was a good friend.

"No one here understood his fascination with guns. We mostly used them to kill. Didn't matter what kind as long as it did the job. His collection is yours. He would want you to have them, and not collect dust."

Charli smiled. "I would be more than proud to have such a fine collection." She wondered aloud, "Do you use guns?"

"Yes, but I much prefer one-on-one combat. Unfortunately for the age we live in today, that's not possible." Then he countered the question, "You?"

"Well I know my guns, but I'm fine with swords, and daggers." She slipped a dagger from her pocket. It rested in a leather sheath. The small hilt of the dagger was black leather as well. One small red jewel was sewn into the center. On the dagger itself had complex engraved designs. At the end, the dagger was cut into another tip making it almost look like some kind of weird leaf pattern. She flipped the dagger on the other side. More engravings decorated the dagger, but this time it looked of writing from a lost language.

"Thou who prowls in darkness. Thou who hunts like jaguar. Thou who kills with dexterity. Thou art our friend. Thou art our protector. Thou art our family." Charli recited the words. "A close friend in Africa had his tribe make this for me. I lived with them for a while. They called me the protecting jaguar." She held pride in her words, "It was a great honor. They were great people. I have another like this only a different tribe wrote it. That one is absolutely gorgeous. I'll have to show it to you some time."

"Your mother loved daggers." Lucian seemed to smile at this. So Charli had taken much of her mother's side as well.

"Really?" Charli asked.

"Yeah, but she never lived in an age with guns and such."

"She wouldn't have liked them." Charli said with simplicity.

Lucian looked at her confused and amused, "How would you know?"

Charli smiled. "I just do."

Lucian smiled back, "Well you're right she probably wouldn't have enjoyed this at all."

~*~    

Charli decided her next stop in the lycan manor would have to wait. Her stomach growled violently, telling her she hadn't had anything for a while. And too sure that the Lycans wouldn't carry Kix, a cereal she adored in the States, she decided to go to some café and get something there.

She thought about taking the Viper, but decided against it. It was a nice rainy night. She loved rainy nights. On her way out, one of the kinder lycans, Keith, told her about a café not far from here that served decent coffee when needed.

She headed in that direction, deciding to avoid the flocks of people on the street by using the alleyways she, fortunately, knew all too well.

She found the place just as Keith directed. The café was dimly lit, but was soothing. The man wore a brown apron bearing the name of the café. She ordered a coffee and a pastry resembling some kind of slice of bread. The man was kind enough to give her jam to go with the bread.

I'm defiantly coming back here.

Jam made all the difference.

~*~

Charli had finished the coffee not long ago, and was now roaming the streets of Pest. It was a nice night tonight. She enjoyed the even pitter patter of the clouds falling to the earth.

The streets were busy, despite the rain. Fall break for the teens of Budapest. She was mostly correct in her thoughts. Many girls grouped together in cute outfits to go shopping, and the guys came with their girlfriends to a movie. It wasn't too bad to walk in the main streets, though Charli had liked the quiet alleyways much better.

The bright lights of the signs in windows streamed over Charli's eyes. She didn't blink even though her eyes became sore.

Suddenly, her eyes couldn't stand it, and she blinked them shut at the next red light. She felt the people next to her wait impatiently for the light to change. They had little time, life was short. She opened them again when she felt jackets push their way through. She continued her walk after them. Half way across the street she saw a familiar face.

What the fuck?

Gavin stood at the opposite end of the street. He was with another girl. Lycan, by the strong scent covered by an irritating perfume smell. The girl's blonde hair fell straight reaching her elbows. Even in the rain Charli could tell she had light brown highlights to blend with the fine hair.

She couldn't comprehend. HONK! The light had changed back to the blinding red. She hurried herself across the street demanding to know what the fuck was he doing here? She waited just as impatient as the other pedestrians to cross the next street.

Her eyes never left the two. Gavin handed the girl a pendant. The silver shined and Charli could see the silver created a moon. A moon! There was a blue jewel that marked the center of the pendant. It wasn't shiny, but definitely precious. Charli's heart got caught in her throat. Her insides no longer wanted to be inside. She watched in slight horror at what she knew would come.

Gavin's hand held the girls cheek as she rested her head on it. He leaned in for a kiss. She kissed him back greedily. Charli couldn't stand it anymore.

No longer was she able to see this lycan anymore. The one who may have saved her many times before she would no longer allow him to save her again.