The Outsider
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Underworld. I only own an original character.
On a cold night in the underworld, a young woman about twenty-five of age; walks down the endless road. She passes few homeless people and humans entering their homes. The brown haired, blue eyed girl; gently puts her hands in her coat pocket, due to the artic coldness in the city. Looking up, she watches the full moon emerging out of the thick white clouds, revealing its light, to her and whatever is around her. She smiled for a brief second and then continues on her way 'a lycan must have been sired recently' Thinking, she remembers her first night being sired, about seven years ago, when that incident occurred. She memorizes that night clearly, like no other lycan, will ever forget that day.
It's November twenty-six, the day after Thanksgiving. She was putting out the trash out, because her mother wanted her to take it out, since her father is working late; he is a police officer. When she was taking the trash out, she can hear growls down the street. At first though, she assumed it was the neighbor's dog, growling at a stray cat; when the sound was getting closer, it is something she would never ever expect. It's a full grown, monster, as it emerges out of the shadows. The tall beast looks down on her, growling fiercely. The teenager couldn't move because of being in shock, due to she never saw anything like this before. In a blink of an eye, before she couldn't move in time, the beast lashes at her; biting in her in the neck, then it moves away from her, back into the shadows.
Touching the wound, she feels no pain from it; she moves her finger away, to see if there are any traces of her blood, nothing, like it never happened.
"Ashley?" said her mother, opening the screen door.
Ashley, the teenager, scrambles to get back onto her feet, before her mother even notices that she was on the ground. She quickly puts the garbage in the trash can and she heads to the screen door, where her mother is standing at.
"What was that noise?" she questions her daughter.
'Ugh! What's happening to me?' She clenches on her stomach, "....Nothing..." she bolt past her mother and into the bathroom door; locking it shut. Looking into the mirror, she wonders what is happening to her. 'Argh!' tears forms in her eyes as she can feel sharp pains in her chest; collapsing on the cold floor, she can feel her ribs expanding and the rest of her body is changing, painfully.
Moments later of pain and struggling; the moon light enters the screen window and onto her; she began to change, into something she wouldn't even expect.
"Ashley?" her mother knocks on the bathroom door. "Are you all right?"
The teenager shakes her head as she gets off the floor. Taking one quick glance of herself, she sees a hideous beast in the mirror. '.........' she looks at her hands to see if it's really her, it is, there she sees a silver paw with sharp black nails. Hastily she looks away for two seconds of what she just saw.
"Ashley?" her mother answered worriedly.
Silence.....
"Ashley?" she called again.
'I'm sorry......' Tears forms up in her blackish eyes; she turns herself to the window and dives out of it. Glass shatters everywhere, waking most of the neighbors.
"Ashley!" finally kicking the door open, the mother can only find a broken window with blood on it, ripped clothes, all over the tiled floor, and no Ashley. "ASHLEY!" she cried again, dropping to her knees, crying.
Sirens, ringing through her ears, she tries to ignore it the best as she can, but she couldn't. Sadness filled her body, because she is this 'thing' and leaving her mother, for not knowing what happened to her. The canine stops moving for two seconds, looking around at her surroundings. She is in the bad section of the city. It's the Underworld, filled with endless crimes and strange sightings that she would read from the scandal sheets, telling whacky stories about vampires and werewolves; but, this is all real, she is a werewolf, a werewolf pup. Now, in this new form, she has to survive in this chaotic world, as she is in the heart of a massive war between the vampires and lycans.
A dying lycan, with dried human blood on his blood, moves slowly to the entrance of the lycans domain. He stops short, looking up, with a gun to his forehead. 'Dammit'. The young woman in tight black leather outfit; pressed her gun on his forehead.
"Going somewhere?" she said coldly. Looking at the lycan, the enemy, she notices this one is dying; although there is no bullet hole anywhere. 'All lycans should die' She pulls the trigger. In the end, she walks away from the dead corpse; looking back for a brief second, and then she continues on her way.
The newly turned lycan heads over to a dumpster place, while wandering, she found a small den, made with pure trash and unwanted items. She sniffs the area and got a strong scent from it, it's a lycan. It must be its home or some kind of place to spend the night. She only hopes that he or she won't come back for the night. The hairy canine lies down on the ground and she closes her eyes. While sleeping, she began to have vast memories of this event, except it's in pieces; slowly the dream begins to fade away.
Opening her eyes, she finds herself naked, due to, after she changed into a lycan, her clothes shredded. Now she has to do is find some clothing, before she gets out of the dump; before anyone notices her. Quickly, the female gets up and finds a small cloak, she has been laying on, throughout the night; quickly grabbing the cloak, she wraps it around her body and began to search for unwanted clothing.
After two hours later, all she found was nothing. 'Great'. Rolling her eyes, the blue eyed girl knows she has to do something that no other mother wants their children to do. Shoplift from a store...in a cloak. The young woman has no other choice, she needs to have clothing on, and especially there are a lot of crazies in the city. Deciding she has to do it; she walks out of the dump, trying to avoid anyone, including police officers; one is her father and the other are officers looking for her.
Finally, Ashley stops walking and finds herself in front of a clothing shop, except it's a leather store and it's only the clothing store she can find, since she is in a treacherous city. She enters the leather store, barefooted, and only wearing a brown cloak.
"Errr...can I help you?" said the store clerk, looking at her odd, especially what she is wearing.
"Clothing. I need clothing," she said to him, quickly.
"We sell leather only," he said plainly, pointing to the endless racks of leather outfits. "If you want 'real' clothing, get out of the city." 'Damn foreign tourist'.
"Leather would do," she walks past him and she goes over to the leather outfit racks. She grabs a long sleeve leather shirt, leather boots, and tight leather pants. Ashley looks around and she sees a dressing room nearby. The newly turned enters the dressing room and quickly gets changed into her new outfit, of something she would never wear. The teenager walks out of the dressing room and begins to head out the door.
"Where are you going!?" shouted the store clerk. "You're going to pay for that stuff!"
Rolling her eyes, she turns to him, "I'll pay for that later. I don't have any money on me."
He smiles and laughs for two minutes. Without paying any attention to her; she makes the run for it. He stops laughing and notices the female isn't here. "My boss is going to kill me!" He kicks the wooden counter, causing her hurt his foot, for about ten seconds.
Selene opens her eyes from the sleep she had last night. She decides to do some computer searching. Although she has lack of strength in the daylight, the vampire has to do something, because something is bugging her, since she killed that dying lycan last night.
Typing on the computer, she enters a lycan database, of all useful information about lycans. So far she found nothing. 'The search engine would be helpful'. She goes over to the search engine and she types in: Dying Lycan. The vampire clicks the enter button and hopefully getting a result. Nothing.
"Selene, what are you doing in the daylight hours," yawning Erika, as she enters the library room. "Aren't you tired?"
"Something is bugging me," she said quietly. She doesn't want her to know what she is up to.
"First, was that Michael guy," she stops for a brief second, looking what she was doing. "Why are you doing a search engine on a 'dying lycan'?" She looks at her confused. "Lycans don't die...unless you kill them with silver nitrogen bullets."
"That's the thing, he was dying, before I shot him with the bullets," she gets off the computer chair.
"Weird," she bit her lip, "Should I tell Kraven?"
'No.' "No, he will assume its wretched nonsense. I know what I saw and I don't have the evidence to prove it." She stares into space, "All I need to know...what the dying lycan was doing before I shot him."
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