Immortal

I. Sanguis Vita Est

"Not dead..." The thought drifted through his mind as he lay there on the cold stone floor, wondering how he got there. For a while, he had no idea how long, all he was aware of was an agonising pain in his head, and the knowledge of the growing unsteadiness of his thoughts. Gathering his last consciousness, he recalled the events of the last few hours. First, there had been the fight with the lycans, then, the confrontation with Selene. In his mind, he saw again her sword come down in the blow that had severed his head and left him here, weak and vulnerable, almost dead in the dark. Tentatively, he experimented with the limited options open to him. He could not walk, nor could he lie there for the rest of his immortal life. The only way he could continue to exist would be for him to either be taken in (not likely, as the place seemed deserted), or to call Selene in her sleep and force her to regenerate him. Yes, that was the best way, although it would take his entire remaining mind, and could break his shaky hold on life.

Reaching out, he found her sleeping mind. With each effort, he delved into her dreams, and inserted himself into her unconscious. From there, he made her walk, still sleeping, away from that abomination, Michael, and retrace her steps back to the sewer. The entire journey took over three hours, and his mind was weak, and Selene was putting up unexpected resistance. Haltingly, though, she made her way down to Viktor's lifeless body. Quickly, pleased at his success, he forced her to give blood, and lots of it, in order to set in motion his regeneration. Then, he thought, he would take revenge on those who had betrayed him...especially her, the cause of his present condition. As he felt the life pour back into his body, he saw her grow weaker. The effort on her already tired frame might kill her— he didn't much care anymore. Now he had realised that she was like Sonja in more than her face; she had Sonja's weakness as well.

Selene, now merely a spectator as Viktor moved her, watched in horror as she was made to give life back to him. Terrified, she felt the energy drain out of her, as Viktor's minor wounds began to heal. Soon, she knew, his head would heal, and there would be nowhere in the world for her to hide from his revenge, if, indeed, he didn't kill her now. Desperately, she tried to stop herself, but she couldn't. Now, she had no control over he movements, and felt herself grow faint, until Viktor stood, and she tumbled, finally free, onto the ground.

When thought next moved unhindered through her brain, she was surrounded by Lycans. Instinctively, she looked for a weapon, as she attempted to lift herself to her feet. However, weakened as she was, she just fell back, helpless. Then as she remembered where she was, she recalled that they were no longer the enemy. Now, it was Viktor, her long-time mentor, who she wanted to kill, especially now he had drained her in order to return from the edge of death.
"Mmmph." she had tried to murmur an explanation or greeting, but her slackened muscles had failed her. Looking into an unknown lycan's face, all she could do was let herself be carried back to the Lycan camp.