A/N: Yes I know I'm evil, and I'm also getting the feeling that I've lost the mood of the story…If anyone agrees or disagrees please tell me. As always please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Underworld. That belongs to Danny McBride, Kevin Grevioux, and Len Wiseman, and Sony. 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, JJ, Corrine, Tristan (which I dunno if you've been introduced to.) 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!

~*~ Chapter 14: B is for Betrayal and Beer; Drunken Betrayal~*~

Michael now lay next to Selene in deep thoughts. She had once again stopped the quick movements. She's getting better. His hand slipped through hers without consciousness of his actions. Then slowly, but suddenly Selene's hand gripped his hand at the slightest.

Michael looked at her hand then immediately back to her closed eyes.

She's awake.

~*~

A chill ran down Charli's back at the sight of the lycan den. She didn't know what inside her moved her feet to the door.

She didn't register the odd and accusing glares from others as her mind amazingly moved her body to her room.

Once she was inside she in that moment she smelt Gavin's presence from the evening before. She felt sick. She quickly grabbed her CD Player and Sketchbook and fled the contaiminated room.

She searched the den for an empty room that didn't reek of memories of a certain person.

She found one shortly and planted herself in an armchair. She tossed her legs over the arm of the chair and rested her head against the other arm. She switched on the CD Player to a mix of music that Riea had made. When in pain listen to Three Days Grace and Puddle of Mudd.

The music pulsed through her. It may have been because the volume was so loud she believed that it would be able to blast a mortal's eardrums.  

Thank the lords I'm no mortal.

~*~

Marcus paced the room back and forth back and forth back and forth.

"Stop you're going to make me dizzy." Erika pleaded.

Marcus looked at her like she had just walked through the room. He immediately stopped. He muttered, "Sorry," only an immortal could hear.

Erika stood from the bed. "Don't be." She slid her hands to Marcus's chest. She rubbed his shoulders trying to let him lose tension. "So, what are you going to do?"

"Hmm." Marcus's thoughts broke, "About what?"

Erika stared at him like he had gone insane. "About Charli, Marcus!" She could feel frustration rise. "About the covenant! You're going to have to tell them, and Charli won't be able to come here again. The death dealers are furious that you've let her in once." She thought she may blow, "Marcus!" Her tone softened, "You can't-

Marcus raked his hand through his hair and interrupted Erika, "I know. I can't. I won't stop the war, but the fighting has to stop."

Erika and Marcus heard a noise downstairs. Loud cheering.

Erika's eyes widened, "Shit. That's would be the other covenant members."

"Who-"

"The members who leave only to return under your reign." Erika started for the door, "Are you coming."

Marcus was frozen in his spot. Jocelyn and Riea. "Coming." Marcus walked a bit lumpish, but when he reached the door he walked out with determination that made him look like the Elder he was born to be.

Marcus and Erika reached the bottom of the staircase. Jocelyn gave Marcus a glare before going back to Griffin and the others. Riea on the other hand gave him a stare, and never looked away. Unlike her mother Riea was a rebellious teenager. Though she only looked seventeen she held the grace and ease her death dealer father had.

She still had her long blonde hair that reached half way down her back. Oddly her brown eyes had a tint of purple in them no one had an answer to. She wore the gothic dress she hated so much. She was definatly not like her mother. Though her mother was determined and strong willed, her mother always enjoyed the large gatherings.

The grand double doors suddenly swung open. Kahn entered with another vampyre holding a wounded death dealer. "We were attacked by lycans. Two are gone." Kahn voice chocked at the loss of his men.

Marcus's rage was not hidden. "Did you identify them?" He couldn't leave his duty.

"No, but we've seen them before. Not a while ago we saw them with the girl that came here the other night." Kahn didn't have an accusation in the voice, but Marcus could tell that he was a bit unsure.

"They will pay." Marcus stormed down the stairs into the Elders chamber also known as their crypt their graveyard. "Leave me." He ordered the others to stay back.

Riea on the other hand took no notice in Marcus's order. She stormed after him, and slipped inside before the stone doors could close.

He sat on the throne chair looking annoyed and tired.

"You can't-"

"I am an Elder Riea." Marcus yelled knowing fully well they wouldn't be heard. "I can't allow this to go on whilst the death dealers get anxious to kill. That's all their world is about!" His British accent showing much more clear than before.

"But Charli! What about Charli! You know she won't hurt you, nor anything you care about!"

"Are you seeing her tomorrow?"

"Yes, but-" Riea didn't understand until Marcus, in a blink of an eye, took the sword from his sheath of his Elder robes and with a flick of his wrist he slit the weapon across Riea's eye."

"Damn it Marcus. Have you gone crazy?" Riea held her bleeding eye. He hadn't marked her eye, but the skin on top and underneath it bled a lot.

"She won't come after me unless I've endangered something she cares about." Marcus said as he handed her a cloth.

"You're only the beginning."

~*~

An hour or two had passed, Charli hadn't noticed, but it had been the third time she had started the CD.

Then someone tapped her shoulder lightly. She didn't wince, but her head swerved round to see who had disturbed her.

A familiar lycan stared back at her.

She took off the headphones and put the sketchbook on the ground.

"What?" She almost asked in annoyance, but this wasn't the lycan she wanted to vent her anger at.

"Are you OK?"

She recognized him as Calvin, "Why?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Because no one should miserable alone."

"I'm not miserable."

Calvin just stared, "When in a pissed or upset mood always turn to Bush and Stain'd." He had been listening to her CD. Must have been really loud.

Calvin grinned not bothering to hide large canines.

Her smile came afterwards. "Sorry-"

"Don't be. I can go if I'm disturbing the bubble of Charli's world."

She laughed a small laugh, but it was a start. "You're not. If anything you're helping."

"Glad to be at your service my liege?" He acted out a bow. Then his face turned serious again. "There are people looking for you."

She rolled her eyes. "If the name begins with a Gavin or a Lucian I'm not here."

He showed a hand, "C'mon."

"I said I don't-"

"Chill. Just trust me, you'll feel much better after this."

She did as he bid and warily took it and obeyed him. They walked together and passed dozens of lycans involved in their own little world of fighting or gambling. He led Charli to the weapons room, but it had been a different one than she had seen. The room wasn't large, but it was a well-sized room. Concrete tiles filled the box-like room.

Charli and Clavin took off their shoes to be replaced with cold stone floors. Dim florescent lighting made the room look dark, but not pitch black. Emptiness covered every inch of the place except for the wall in which they came through. It racked about a dozen swords and knives.

Charli smiled.

"I hope you can fight with a sword." Calvin called out grabbing two swords from the wall. Both with leather handles and thin red ribbon criss crossing on it. He tossed one to Charli.

"I hope you brought your mommy to go cry to when this is over." Charli  grinned pleased with a decent challenged.

Calvin matched the grin with slyness and swiftly moved into position. His sword was perfectly balanced with his body, ready to strike. Charli struck first and the clang of swords began. Moments later Calvin struck close to Charli's heart, but at the last second Charli squirmed her way out and blocked his attack with another blow. Then as Calvin thought he was getting the better hand Charli twisted around gracefully and changed Calvin's   quick wrist flicks into his disadvantage.

At a last clang of swords Charli flipped her wrist to push away from Calvin's sword and instead both fighters had lost their weapon.

Smiled crept up on the 'enemies.'

"Shall we?" Charli inclined.

"But of course!" Calvin didn't wait for Charli to begin and struck his fist towards Charli, who, with quick reflexes, backed off.

But the retaliation didn't last long. The next chance she got she swund a balled fist at Calvins hitting him square in the jaw.

Instead of pulling back like Charli had expected Calvin raised his leg and with great force kicked Charli into the wall behind her. She showed no signs of pain, but slowly got up.

"Had enough yet?" Calvin asked.

"When pigs fly, and hell freezes over!" She hopped back up and Calvinwas happy to see her determination.

He swung a few more at Charli, but she caught on quick and blocked them all.

"Did Fighting For Dummies really help you?"

"Piss off you bloody-"

"Watch the language." Calvin interrupted.

"You fight like a god damned vampyre!" Charli knew this would make his blood boil. Anger seethed through Calvin, as she expected, and he swung his leg around back and knocked her hard behind her knees making her fall like a sack of potatoes.

Flat on her back, Calvin seized the moment to pin her down by putting his shins on her forearms, and shifted his weight bellows Charli's stomach so that his lean body didn't crush her.

"C'mon I know you can do better than that!" Calvin whined like a seven-year-old. "It's like you've been distracted or –" Calvin notice what had been amuck. He now heard the same voices that Charli was listening to. "Ah." Calvin said in understanding and it dawned on him, "This is about Gavin." He let her go knowing fully well how seriously lycans took losing a mate.

Charli's mind snapped back into action. "I don't care!" She almost huffed as immature as Calvin's whining.

Calvin knew that what she said and what she felt were two different things at the moment. Calvin pulled her up, but neither moved their hand from the other. Calvin now pushed Charli with stealth towards the door to spy on Gavin and his new friend.

"Hey Gavin?" Maryssa said coyly wrapping seductive fingers around his neck. Her light brown hair was covered in dark brown highlights.

"Maryssa!" Gavin gave a warning tone, "Not here!"

She smiled wickedly, "Why not?" She acted out a pout face.

"Marissa." He would have yelled if he didn't try so hard to conceal it. He let out a grumble, "C'mon!" He stormed down the leaving Charli and Calvin behind.

Charli turned around, wet warmth stung her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Calvin said in a tone that Charli knew was most sincere even to Lycan standards.

"It's OK." Charli looked down as if everything would just go away.

Calvin grasped her shoulders and shook her lightly. "NO!" He lowered his voice realizing that they weren't the only ones in the den. "No it's not! It's not OK." He was frustrated.

"Thanks." Charli wiped salted tears away and Calvin held her.

The embrace didn't last long. Charli took her black shoes and left quickly and silently. She knew if he hurried she could catch up to Gavin.

Then she had caught up with him, but not in time.