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I don't own Michael, Selene, Markus, or any other Underworld characters mentioned in the movie. I do, however, own Liv and Emily and others who weren't mentioned in the movie.
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Gone with the Sin
By Rogue Coulter
She was missing. It was just a simple as that. Almost a fucking week and not even a clue as to where she was. The police were already making subtle suggestions that the she was likely murdered, but who in their right mind would believe them? Everyone in their right mind would, but obviously neither Emily nor Liv's family were in their right minds.
"Police say that the feud is between two gangs possibly even cults or fanatics of some sort. There is little evidence suggesting where they hide out or exactly who they are, but what has become known is that their miniature war is spreading to encompass the whole city. All residents are urged to return to their homes as quickly as they can and to lock all doors and windows. Police also ask that no one roams the streets at night, seeing as how this appears to be a time the two gangs choose to be most active.
"Those who have been found wandering after 8:00 or later have been found dead. Their bodies mutilated and often unrecognizable. Eye witnesses claim to have seen beastlike animals, some even claim werewolves; still others say that they see human beings seeming to possess inhuman qualities. One eye witness vividly recalls a scene a mere block away from her apartment . . ." Click. Mr. Capper turned off the television and rubbed his tired eyes. They were all sick of it, but he seemed to be the only willing to take action on the matter. Mrs. Capper and Emily simply followed his lead.
After a moment of thick silence passed, he spoke, "It might be best that we get to bed." It took a minute for the words to sink through their skulls, thick with weariness and grief. Emily and Mrs. Capper stood, walking silently and dragging the pads of their feet across the carpet as they went up to their separate rooms. Mr. Capper meanwhile went around the whole house checking each and every window, door, and such. He shut off the lights with him until the whole ground level of their home was nothing but black.
He sighed and made his way slowly up to where his wife was already sobbing. Walking past her door, he rapped gently on Emily's door, waiting for her quite voice allowing him entrance. He poked his head in and asked if she was alright. It was a ceremony that took place every night since Liv's disappearance. Emily nodded numbly and tried not to think of Liv despite the fact she lay in her room. Her best friend. Her sister (not literally, but they might as well be attached at the hip).
Mr. Capper closed the door behind him and went to comfort his wife though he'd rather sit down and sob alongside her. Down the hallway Emily's eyes were oddly dry for the first night in five days. She stood and walked over to the window, looking over the desolate city. The sun had already run for cover from this city of the damned and now it was time for the little devils to play. Emily drew the curtains, too afraid of seeing anything, or maybe afraid of something seeing her.
She was weary and climbed into bed without bothering to change out of her day clothes, pulling to covers up under her chin and curling into a ball as she dozed off into a new realm.
"Emily." A whisper in a sing songy voice.
Emily groaned and turned over, eyes opening groggily to look at the clock. It was 2:07 in the morning. She didn't have to be awake yet, so she ignored the voice and pulled the covers up and over her ears. The cover was ripped off her, and she jumped in slight surprise.
"Emily." Now in a sharp voice.
Emily gave up and opened her eyes, lifting herself onto her elbows to see who the idiot waking her up was. She blinked and rubbed her eyes vigorously. "Liv!" She squealed.
Liv grinned and nodded, nearly jumping up and down. She placed a finger over her lips though as her wits returned. Emily returned the nod solemnly and mimicked her, placing a finger over her lips as well. Liv grinned and motioned for Emily to follow her which Emily eagerly did. They crept down the hall and down the stairs, not stopping until they were on the back porch.
"We're not supposed to be outside!" Emily whispered with wide eyes. Okay so bad idea to point this out now that they were outside and more importantly than that LOCKED outside.
Liv waved it off. 'Damn rebel,' jumped into Emily's mind. "We're in no danger, lovey. Where do think I've been this past week?" She asked rhetorically, trying hard to look nonchalant because then she just seemed oh-so-cool.
Emily gaped. "I thought you were kidnapped and raped and murdered by some hairy man in dire need of a wax who jumps off ten story buildings!" She shrieked in a whispered tone though. Her brow was pinched even though her honey eyes were wide. A small mystery how she could even manage that.
Liv rolled her eyes and sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest and sat into her left hip. "Look, Ems, why would I possibly lead you to danger? We're just going to have a little fun." She let her bottom lip pout out slightly. "Don't you want to hang with me?"
Emily raised her eyes to the moon and sighed as though she were extremely pissed, but even she couldn't hide the small curve to her lips. "Of course, Liv, but I just . . . shouldn't we tell your parents you're alive, and shouldn't we let them know where we're going?" The goody-two shoes side seemed to be taking over.
Liv once again rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Ems. Live a little. I promise some sexy eye candy." She said the last part with a wicked grin and sing songy voice that added to the temptation.
Emily snorted and placed her hands on her hips. Though she already knew she had lost the battle, she wasn't sure how to give a last little retort. She gave up and simply said, "Fine."
Liv was close to clapping her hands but looped her arm through Emily's instead and began leading her down the dark streets. They didn't talk the whole way. Liv explained that they didn't want to bring attention to themselves. "Well, that's just lovely," Emily had said dryly. "I thought you said there was no danger."
Liv rolled her eyes which she seemed to be doing more and more lately. "Of course there's not if you shut up." She huffed and walked quicker, close to dragging Emily behind her. It wasn't long until they reached a beat up old building. It used to be an old movie theatre Emily believed she recalled hearing. Liv walked up to the side and jumped for the suspended fire escape. She hoisted herself up while the rusty metal screeched and shrieked. She climbed up a few steps and turned to motion for Emily to follow.
Emily stared up at her blankly. Did Liv honestly believe Emily capable of doing that? Now Emily was faced with an option. She could A.) attempt to jump for the fire exit and either miss or catch it and manage to rip her pants or pop out her overly large breast, or B.) give up and try to find her way back home only to be kidnapped and raped and murdered by some hairy man in dire need of a wax who jumps off ten story buildings.
With a sigh she back away slightly and gave herself a little running start before jumping and praying in those few seconds that her hands would be met with cold, rusty metal which to her great relief they did. While kicking her legs vigorously and using all her non existent arm strength, she managed to pull herself up. She took a moment for a breather considering that totally wore her out. She then looked up at Liv who was alternating inspecting her nails and looking longingly up the fire escape. "Thanks for the help," Emily said sarcastically as she approached.
Liv smiled and said, "No problemo." Apparently she hadn't caught the sarcasm or decided against acknowledging it. Emily followed after the brunette who was practically running up the steps, leaving a huffing and puffing Emily in her wake who was forced to skip steps and use the railing to hoist herself up and up and up. They reached the top where Liv climbed onto the roof nimbly, and Emily wanted to go home, grab her stilettos, and shove their six inch heels up her ass. She moodily climbed up onto the roof, shooting vicious dangers into Liv's back who was completely oblivious.
Liv in fact was already racing over to group of coed people all crouching down in a circle. She had already forgotten Emily was tagging along. Emily walked over awkwardly and tried to ignore their suspicious gazes. Liv was already in a feverish conversation with one adorable guy, now into full flirting mood. The others were meanwhile talking quietly to one another and ignoring Liv, the guy, and Emily.
"The bloods are under Markus' leadership now," One guy spoke in a reserved voice. He had corkscrew dark brown hair, olive skin, and brown eyes that seemed black as they fell into shadow. When he spoke, Emily caught a glimpse of one of his front teeth starting to overlap the other. She kept her face emotionless and tried not to stare at it.
"They're hardly under anyone's leadership," A girl said with a puff of smoke coming out of her mouth along with the words. She took a drag from her cigarette before continuing, the words coming in the same manner as before, "They're going fucking crazy is what they're doing. Look at that one blood . . . eh- Selene! She fucking killed her own fucking sire." The girl shook her head in disbelief. "And they call us fucking animals." Emily noted she apparently was fond of using the word 'fucking' as an adjective.
"They're still looking for her, eh?" Another spoke with a small snicker. "It's no wonder why they can't find her. She's can't show her face because she's a traitor to her own species, and she's still fucking a hybrid." The girl didn't bother hiding her disgust. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder moodily and caught Emily looking at her. Her eyes flashed dangerously, and Emily looked down at her feet.
What the hell were they talking about? Emily was thinking it might be a movie of some sorts, or maybe they liked playing a new version of Dungeons and Dragons. Then she started to realize these freaks actually believe whatever it was they were talking about. These people were insane and dangerous. One of them even had a gun! She had gotten a glimpse when he went to grab a cigarette.
As the conversation seemed to take a pause as the group gathered their thoughts, Emily became aware that some of them were staring at her. "What's your name?" It was the 'fucking' girl.
Emily looked up, surprised, and made sure they were talking to her before answering. "Emily," She answered meekly.
The girl smirked and took another drag, purposely exhaling into Emily's face. Emily closed her eyes and turned her head slightly, telling herself not to cough, but she did. She coughed once and then several others followed. Oh God, she was the epitome of un-cool. "Where're you from?"
Emily blinked away the water in her eyes and answered unsurely, "Texas."
"Blimey," The guy with the gun said with a grin. "We got ourselves a bloody American!" He laughed, and it was then Emily's eyes noticed it. He had fangs. He had fucking fangs. The color drained from her already pale face, and she forced herself to look away. Liv what the fuck had she gotten them both in to?
The blonde girl spoke again. "They've got Lycan clans in Texas even?" She chuckled. "I should have known." She turned to the girl with the cigarette, "See, Priya? We've got those vein-sucking fuckers outnumbered!" Priya grinned wickedly and nodded.
Vein-sucking fuckers? "Vampires?" Emily suddenly blurted out.
The guy with the corkscrew hair nodded, looking at her oddly. "Ya, vampires. Bloods. Vein-sucking fuckers." He then looked out over the city as though remembering something. "We should get moving pretty soon."
Priya flicked her cigarette over the edge of the building and let out the last exhalation of breath. She then nodded at where Liv and the guy were practically sucking each others' faces off and groping wildly. Emily looked away quickly with a blush on her cheeks, but the others just laughed.
"'ey!" The guy with the fangs AND gun called over to them. When they didn't acknowledge whether or not they heard them, the guy threw a rock and hit Liv's guy on the back of the head. He had been nuzzling, kissing and nibbling on her neck, but he whipped around and growled at the other guy who in turn barred his fangs at him, dare flashing through his eyes.
Emily watched in absolute terror. They've both got fangs; he just growled! They're fucking animals! Liv whimpered as she sat up and scratched at the guy's back for some attention. He twitched slightly, and his leg nearly began to kick with satisfaction when he was scratched. 'He's a friggin dog,' Emily thought. This was crazy. She must be imagining things. "Robbie," Liv cooed softly to him and stopped scratching. He practically whined like a dog but turned around instead and helped Liv up.
"We need to get," The guy with corkscrew hair said again, more firmly this time. 'Damn straight,' Emily agreed mentally. She and Liv needed to get the hell away from these psycho dog people who didn't like vampires! She knew Liv always dragged her into the wrong crowd.
"You comin' to crash at our pad tonight again?" Priya asked Liv who only nodded.
"What?" Emily seemed to be blurting out more and more lately.
"What?" Liv asked right back. "Did you think I was sleeping out on the streets like some hobo this whole time?" Emily didn't miss the snootiness in her voice. She hated when Liv got like this around guys. She always denied it when Emily brought it up too.
Emily pulled Liv aside and out of what she thought was earshot of the rest. "Liv, we're not about to stay with some people we don't even know!" They were obviously weirdos!
"Emily, I am. You can come if want, or you can go home, alright? Damn, I'm tired of you ruining all my fun," Liv said defensively.
Oh yeah, now she was suddenly the victim. Wasn't she always? 'Drama queen, attention whore,' Emily thought fiercely. However, she quickly calmed herself and reasoned that she should go home but couldn't. Liv obviously wasn't going anywhere nor listening to any reason, so Emily needed to go with her and make sure she was safe. God only knows how much Liv got in trouble unless Emily was around to save her. "Fine," She gave in for the second time that night.
At least it was easier getting down from that place than getting up. Priya led the way with the corkscrew haired guy in the back. He was seriously freaking Emily out. He kept sniffing and starting to walk towards her; then he'd look behind him like he'd heard something. Then he'd start sniffing again. Emily quickened her pace to walk beside Liv who was latched permanently onto Robbie. It was sickening sometimes how boy crazy Liv was. The thing that was really annoying was that guys loved Liv in return.
Emily tried to ignore their mushy exchange of words and tried even harder when their voices got hushed, and the dirty talk started along with the groping. 'Gross,' Emily thought with a deep frown.
It didn't take much longer until they were lifting up the door to an old garage in a back alley. The guy with the gun held it open while the rest ducked and shuffled inside. It wasn't until the door was shut securely that the lights were flipped on by the blonde girl.
"We gotta be fucking dead quiet," Priya warned. "Michael's a fucking paranoid bitch. If he knows we've gone out without permission, he'll try to transfer the pole from his arse to ours." She winked at Emily with a smirk before leading the way inside or rather downward . . . into a sewer.
'This is gross!' Emily thought with a quick shudder. 'They live in a sewer.' She continued to follow, however, and didn't bother complaining about the living conditions. No one else seemed bothered by them (Liv and Robbie's hands were still busy wandering, and their minds too dirty to notice anything else).
The group didn't make it much farther because of a sudden sound like thunder, and then the whole tunnel they were walking down shuddered violently. Emily was lost as to what was going on and not a moment later the corkscrew guy's voice was carrying down the tunnel, "BLOODS!" This was followed by the sound of guns and then an inhuman roar. Emily was stuck until Liv grabbed her arm and started pulling her along. The rest stayed behind, and Emily got a fleeting glance of them stripping of all things before being drug around a corner.
"Liv, where the fuck are we going?!" Emily asked, terror beginning to take over. Where were they? Where were they going? What was going on? Why were they stripping?! Liv ignored her though and just continued running. Then she stopped suddenly, and Emily ran into the back of her.
"Oh my God! I forgot to give Robbie my number!" She gasped as though it were a mortal sin, and before Emily could say something she was running back down the tunnel towards where they had left the group.
"Liv!" Emily had a short mental battle before chasing after the brunette, trying desperately to catch up. Didn't she hear the screams in the distance? The sounds of guns? The roars? She shock her head and tried to run even harder. She lost sight of Liv as the girl turned the corner, but once Emily had thrown herself around it, she was not at all prepared for what lay there. There was blood splattered along the walls, and the tunnel reeked of death even though Emily had never been aware it had a smell before. And there the scene played before her eyes as though in slow motion, the pale man with cold eyes raising a silver gun and shooting, the bullet hitting Liv square in the breast. Emily screamed, but it seemed so delayed. Her mind just completely went black. She didn't even struggle when someone grabbed her around the waist. Then again she couldn't because she was hit over the head with the handle of a gun.
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Whenever Emily woke up, she was in a cold metal chair and she felt drugged. She could hardly hold her head up. She could hardly even keep her eyelids open. That apparently wasn't an option though. A cold barrel was placed against her forehead. "Wake up!" A voice commanded sharply, and Emily did just that. Her honey eyes crossed to look up the barrel to the man holding it. His hair was ebony and his face pale, but his eyes were a dark green which glowed gold when they caught the light. Emily couldn't help that her body was shaking. She couldn't admit to ever having a gun pointed at her before, and she now realized that was a good thing.
"Ms. Capper, correct?" Another man asked formally. Emily hesitantly looked away from the man with the gun to the one who spoke. He had jet black hair as well, but it was slicked back away from his face. His face was pale as paper and seemed to be etched from stone as it was jagged though flawless. His nose was too long and skinny, but other than that he was quite amazing. His eyes were ice blue. They became even colder when she didn't answer. "Answer before my comrade become bored and decides to fill your stomach with silver."
Emily gulped loudly at the threat and shook her head, still unable to find her voice.
"You're not Ms. Capper?" The man confirmed with a deep frown, casting a long shadow across his face.
"No," Emily answered meekly.
He looked to the man with the gun and then back at Emily. "I believe you're lying."
"But I'm not!" Emily burst out, afraid they might decide to shoot her. "Liv is my friend!"
"Olivia Capper?" He asked to make sure they were on the same page. Emily nodded. "Then who are you?"
"Emily." She added her last name as an afterthought, "Keane."
"Emily Keane," The man repeated carefully. "Are you in league with the Lycans?"
"Lycans?" Emily looked truly dumbfounded.
"Yes, Lycans." He frowned once more, and the shadow returned.
She was about to ask what they were when her mind suddenly raced back to the group. They mentioned Lycans. "Are you Vampires?" She asked.
The man once more glanced at his comrade before answering, "Yes." He watched closely for her reaction to this.
She tilted her head and looked off to the side. "I didn't know they were Lycans," She admitted. Why did that sound so guilty?
"Then you admit to conspiring with the Lycans?" The gun suddenly popped, and Emily jumped in her seat.
She worried at her bottom lip. "I didn't conspire with them! I don't even know their names. Well, except for Priya and Robbie, but I hadn't met them until tonight." Her words came out in one breath at times while she stumbled over them at others.
"She's lying," The man with the gun said suddenly. The other didn't utter a word of disagreement.
"I am not!" Emily shot back like a five-year-old. "Liv was missing for five days! Then she showed up and told me to come with her, and I did because I have to look out for her or she gets in all this trouble; and then she took me to where those dog-wolf things were, and I didn't know they were -um- that L word! Honest!"
The one interviewing her wondered whether she had purposely shown she didn't know the word Lycan or not. He looked over her suspiciously. She was only a human, but they were using humans as spies. Both sides were guilty of it. "Then you know nothing of the Lycans or their plans?"
Emily shook her head desperately. "No."
"Very well then." This interview was finished. The man turned and left the room, slowing only to say something to the other, "You know what to do."
The one left backed up away from her, not lowering his gun though. "W-w-what are you doing?" Emily stuttered even though she was positive she knew exactly what they were doing.
His face was emotionless, but he spoke. "These are war times. We can't afford to have a slip of information." He took aim, but before he could shoot, there was a loud roar from down the stairs. He turned quickly and strode out to check the monitors where it showed several Lycans devouring his clan members. Then with a glance at another screen he saw Selene running ahead and up the stairs, her hybrid mate not far behind. The vampire shoved his gun in his holster and walked over to a table where he took off a small circular device. He shoved it in his jacket pocket before going to the window. He opened it up and jumped.
Emily meanwhile was thrashing around, having heard those roars too many times. They were getting louder too, and the vampire just committed suicide! What worse of a sign could you possibly get? The door burst open, and Emily screamed. A woman with the same pale skin as the vampires and raven hair, looked at her curiously. For some reason Emily quickly shut up. "Are there any others?" The woman asked.
Emily nodded to the open window, not even sure why she was telling the woman this. "One jumped out the window." She paused then added, "He's armed."
Selene went to the window and looked out, but couldn't see the vampire anymore. She turned then and strode over to the table where the keys rested. Then to Emily's surprise, she undid the chains holding her to the chair. "Why are you helping me?"
"Humans don't deserve to be brought into this," She answered simply as she finished un-cuffing Emily.
Emily rubbed at her wrists before extending a hand. "I'm Emily Keane."
Selene hesitated before taking it and saying, "Selene." Emily marveled at how ice cold her hands were as though she had no blood running through her veins. Then she remembered Selene was a vampire.
Michael had changed back to his human form and walked in. "Find anything?"
Selene shook her head. "Nothing except for a human girl."
It was then Michael noticed Emily. "Hi." He turned once more to Selene. "Then it's not here?"
"The circular thing?" Emily suddenly spoke up. She was quick to put two and two together.
Michael and Selene both turned to her quickly. "Where is it?"
"The guy took it." She motioned with her head towards the window.
"Shit," Michael cursed with a heavy sigh. Selene's face looked just as pissed. The Lycans once more in human form filed into the room, awaiting orders and information from their new leader. "We'll go back to lair and call a council together," He decided.
"What about me?" Emily asked out.
Once again those in the room turned to her with questioning gazes. Selene paused then said, "You'll come with us. If the Vampires find you, they'll kill you."