Michael sat in the office silently as William drew the blood he needed to run the tests on Selene. His wounds had been fixed up and his skin healing faster than ever. Selene looked over at him as William pulled the needle from her arm.
Her eyes enchanted him, having the spark of one that is not mortal, but also one that is cold from the years of lies, and wise from the years of experience. Her gaze flickered to the other side of the room and Michael looked towards the door as he heard someone passing by.
The smell of blood entered his nose, burning like a fire. His ears tuned in to the sounds around him and his eyes grew deep with a longing for the blood. His head snapped towards Selene who was also staring at him. They both felt something. A noise of a glass breaking made them turn their heads to face William.
His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. He had felt it too, there was something not far from where they stood, dieing, slipping away slowly. The smell of the open blood wounds stinging their senses and drinching them in blood.
Michael was the first out of the room, followed by Selene and then William. Without stopping his pace Michael pushed through some of the small crowds on his way to the main entrance leading out of the den and into the empty street where he had carried Selene in a few days ago.
The other lycans must have felt it too, for their eyes were wide and their noses were up in the air, trying to determine where the smell of the blood was coming from.
The sun was still down as Michael stepped out into the street. He noticed the body right away slumped up against a wall that was covered in blood. The body lay in a puddle of its own blood. He came upon the body and cringed at the sight shuddering at the thought of the massacre that had taken place.
Drake laid torn and broken, his body barely recognizable, but his scent and his soul weren't mistakable. William leaned down dropping to his knees beside his friends body. His hand going to his throat checking for a pulse.
"He is ice cold..." He whispered to Selene and Michael, "His pulse if very faint."
Michael swallowed the lump in his throat, "Is there anything we can do?"
William looked up at him, his eyes shinning in sorrow, "Perhaps, if we can get him back to the lab, there just might be a chance, but I will require a great favor from you."
"Anything you name it." Michael told him honestly.
"It will require your blood."
This made Michael raise his eyebrow slightly, what good could his blood do?
"The blood that stains his lips is mixed with that of a hybrid, Marcus, this is the reason he is still alive the blood is keeping him alive."
He nodded, "Sure if it means that he will live."
William let his gaze linger on Micheal for a second before picking Drake up and carrying him into the den Selene and Michael following him their gazes locked on the ground in front of them as they walked.
~*~
Drake opened his eyes, "Am I dead?" His asked his voice rasp and sore.
"I don't think so." His eyes moved slowly to his left finding Michael sitting their a needle in his arm with a tube running in his own arm.
"What's going on?"
"Your being healed." Michael responded simply.
"So, how long have I been out?"
"About four hours. Nothing special you just lost a lot of blood." William said walking up beside Michael and looking at Drake.
Drake smiled at him, "I feel as if I have just fallen off a building and got beat up by a powerful vampire elder."
"That may just be the story." William told him grabbing a packet of blood that was kept in the lab for such occasions.
"You will need to drink this now so we can let Michael's blood return to him." Drake nodded and Michael pulled the needle out of his arm the blood coming to a stop. Drake pulled the other one out of his forearm a few drops of blood staining his white skin as it dripped.
Michael stood up feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him he walked over to the door and placed his hand on the wall to support himself, "I am going to go rest."
"Okay, thanks a lot." William said.
"It was no problem." Michael replied.
Michael gave him a small wave as he walked out of the room and started down the hallway.
"Your weak."
He turned his head, Selene was standing in the shadows her arms crossed over her chest.
"I'll manage." He told her beginning to walk once again as another wave of dizziness hit him. He knew that he might not make it to the room by himself, but he didn't want her to see him weak, he had to be strong, for her, and for the clan.
"Michael, you gave up most of your blood to help Drake, your drained. Even your skin is white as death." Selene reasoned as she walked up beside him.
He looked at his limp hands as he walked, they were white, compared to his normal skin tone. "I'm a little pale."
"Michael," She stopped him grabbing his arm, his sking was cold, "your skin is more white than mine." She held her own pale hands against his.
"I will-"
"No, you are going to let me help you." She said cutting him off her voice dripping with her serious tone.
"Besides, I think you are the one who told me once, that I was the one who lost a lot of blood, and if I didn't stop the car I would end up getting us both killed."
He looked at her, "But I am not driving a car."
"No, but you are leading a clan of lycans. You would be putting their lives in danger without rest."
Michael thought on this for a minute, he knew that she had made a point, but still his male pride wouldn't let it go, "I will rest."
She nodded as Michael walked slowly towards the stairs, "How much blood did you give him anyways?"
He looked at her and grinned, "Enough I guess since he is awake and alive."
"That is one thing I will never know about lycans and never remember of humans."
"What is that?"
"How they are so willing to give their own lives for ones they care about. To keep them safe they sacrifice themselves."
"It's natural I guess." He told her opening the door and walking in, he swallowed a rather large lump in his throat as he looked up the large set of iron stairs.
Selene looked at him, "I could-"
"No," He began looking back over at her, "I can do it on my own."
His bare feet on the cold iron steps made him shiver at first but then he felt nothing. Selene watched him carefully as he began his journey up the twisted steps.
She followed behind him, she was close enough to help him if he had trouble but not close enough for him to notic her presence on top of him.
He wobbled every so often but was determined to make it up on his own. By the time he reached the top all color had completely drained from his body and his eyes were glazed over as if he was on the brink of death.
Some part of Selene wanted to reach out and hold him, to comfort him and to tell him things would be alright. The vampire of her forgot the feelings and pushed them off as having a close bond with him for the reason.
He stepped in the room and almost missed the bed as he fell on it face first emitting a rather tired sigh that sounded more like a yawn.
"Do you think the sun is coming up yet?" He asked her closing his eyes.
Selene who had been shutting the door tilted her head at his question, "I don't know, maybe by now."
"Miss the warm rays.." He mumbled as sleep began to take him, "It's cold."
Selene dropped into a chair and watched his still form as he slept. She didn't know how it felt to be cold, or the meaning of cold that he had been implying. She was always cold, for over two hundred years. The only warmth she felt was the warmth of a shower, or of Michael's touch. The sun could never touch her perfect white skin. It would be her undoing.
He rolled over in his sleep his mouth slightly parted as his chest rose gently and then fell as his lungs compressed and allowed the air to flow out of them. She got up and pulled a cover over him, after watching him for a moment she pushed a one of his dark brown locks from his face.
Her brows knitted together in thought, he was the most caring person she had ever met. Always helping others when it wasn't required of him and giving everyone around him a sense of hope. She sighed and sat down on the bed next to him.
~*~
Drake leaned his head back on the pillow and counted the cracks in the ceiling. He was still a bit weak from his accident and was still healing. Michael's blood had helped immensely though and he was now fifty percent better than he would have been in a week.
William was moving through the room checking different things. He seemed to be focusing on Selene's blood at the moment though and ignored any comments Drake had given him since Michael had left.
"Can I have a book?"
"No." William answered his gaze never leaving the blood he was examining.
"Why not?"
"Because you need to rest, and I need to get some work done."
"I can keep talking." Drake said.
William sighed and rolled his eyes he grabbed a book off the shelf and tossed it at Drake who caught it and looked at the title.
"'One Hundred Ways to Tell That You're Dead', my what a nice book." Drake said flipping through the pages.
"I know, good choice." William said returning to his work.
Drake mumbled something about banning certain books as he read some of the articles that interested him, and even those that didn't, "You're not breathing!" Drake started laughing as he flipped the page.
William sighed and wrote something down on his notepad, maybe he shouldn't have given him that book.
"No pulse and ice cold skin. They have paragraphs for everything. There is even a whole page on the reason, 'Your Spirit is Hovering Over Your Lifeless Body'. Tell me how that is right?"
"Drake, just keep the readings to yourself."
"Fine, ruin my boring fun I was having to pass the time I have to waste in this place."
William stopped working and put his pen down, Drake looked up thinking it was something he said, and he didn't want his buddy to go nuts like he did last time.
"What?"
William just looked at him, his expression blank but his eyes filled with worry.
"I'm not going to make it am I?" He asked dropping the book into his lap.
"No."
"What!?" Drake yelled.
"No, that's not what I meant, you're going to be fine, it's not you."
"Then who is it?" He asked part of him not wanting to hear the truth.
"Its Selene, the virus, it has began to work. Unless there is some more information buried somewhere that we don't have access to, I am afraid she is on her own after she hits stage two."
Drake frowned and went silent, "Wait, what is stage two?"
"Where she looses her memory and converts back into a human."
~*~
Drake frowned as he sat in his dark room. William had released him an hour later to get some rest in the sanctuary of his own room. The surprising news of Selene's virus still had him in deep thought. Everything he heard and everything he knew about the virus wasn't exactly good.
Again he cursed who was ever responsible for his dillema. There were rules and guidelines he had to follow, for whatever reason, none of which really made sense to him. He owed Michael his life, the least he could do was save Selene's if it came to it.
The clues he had left around were his only hopes at helping them for the moment. Touching the wound on his stomach softly Drake rolled his eyes, if there was one thing he hated more than his damn curse, it was that damn vampire elder Marcus. Afterall he was the only elder Drake had ever come into contact with.
That was the third time they had fought alone. More than five when in groups. He had always managed to come out alive though. A miracle everytime. But what goes around comes around, something was trying to tell him it was almost up. The last fight was way too close.
It was funny how all the vampires thought lycans to be stupid animals that had no common sense or a brain. Which was not true at all. Look at William, he was the smartest person Drake had ever met. Lucian, he certainly wasn't stupid, he knew what would happen, knew how to deal, and even had time to plan things on the side.
True, lycans did tend to give into their beasts loosing the part of themselves that was once human. Drake was still holding on to his, for as long as he could. Michael seemed to be doing the same thing. The human in him showing Selene how much he really cares for her, but Selene not excepting it, the human in her died long ago.
Sighing he ran a hand through his short spikey hair. After six hundred years the war still raged. Not looking as if it would come to a close soon. But there was hope, Michael, the hybrid, the strongest of them all, the one Lucian had put all faith in. He was the light that would destroy the vampire empire.
He never saw this coming, he never saw a bright light at the end of the tunnel for the lycans, but now he wasn't so sure. They had Michael and Selene, who was the best damn Death Dealer Drake had ever seen or heard of. Although with a virus this might not be the best of help at the moment.
He vowed though, she would make it through no matter what. It was had to explain the bond he felt with the vampiress, but he sure as hell knew that she was like his little sister. Younger, confused and always in some kind of trouble.
~*~
Michael woke up to hear whimpering, like that from a small child. He sat up, his blood all returned to normal flow and his senses alert.
His head looked around but only spotted Selene laying on the bed beside him. It was she that was whimpering in her sleep.
It struck him as odd, never since he had met her did she ever make a sound in her sleep.
Another thought hit him, the virus had been again injected into her. Maybe it was starting to take effect. This only made him worry for the fear of not knowing what would happen to her.
She turned in her sleep now laying on her back, a small frown on her face. Michael pressed his palm to her face. Her skin was room temperature. Not the cold skin he usually touched nor the hot skin he touched when she had been sick.
A frown appeared on his face. None of this made sense, and he didn't really want to know the truth of her symptoms.
He pulled his hand back and leaned down, he kissed her forehead and pulled back watching her as she tossed and turned in her dreams.
Michael prayed that she would be fine and that they would make it through whatever was in store for them in the future, it was all he could do.
~*~
Selene opened her eyes and squinted when there was no light. There was no smell of the fresh sun that always had greeted her in the mornings. It was then she felt a presence in the corner of the room watching her.
She sat up rather quicky and looked towards the corner of the room, willing her eyes to adjust to a room that she didn't even recognize. What had happened to her? Where was her home? Where had the man that had saved her gone?
The figure in the corner moved and stepped forward. Her breath hitched in her throat as she held the blankets close to her leather clad form.
He stopped, his face still not visible in the darkness of the room. With each passing second se became more aware that this wasn't her home, and this couldn't have been the man that had held her, his presence seemed more comforting to her, more relaxed.
The room was all black. It wasn't the bright room she had left and that she wished desperately to be laying in at the moment. Her mind still however was roaming over what had taken place. The massacre of her family.
A tear came to her eye but she held it back, not wanting the man in the shadows to see her cry.
"Selene." He whispered, his voice full of worry and cracking with emotion.
She eyed the figure cautiously as he stepped closer his form becoming clearer. His dark brown hair hung in his face covering up most of his features. He wore a dark long black leather coat that ended at his calfs and no shirt. His bare chest was covered in scars and some light bruises.
His blue eyes pierced hers'. Showing how worried he was, but for what she still wondered. His pants had a few rips in them and he wore no shoes. Everything was confusing her. The clothes, the decorating, and why she was here in the first place.
He repeated again, "Selene."
She kept silent wondering how this man knew her name when she had never seen him in her life.
"What's wrong?" He asked stepping again closer to the bed. A tear slid down her cheek and her breathing became labored.
Michael stepped forward and slowly moved his hand towards her face to wipe away the tear. She pulled back and his hand stopped moving.
"What is it? Tell me, what is the matter? Why are you crying?" His tone was worried and it showed through in his eyes and in his face.
"W-who are you?" She asked quietly.
"Me- I'm Michael. You knew that. What is going on Selene?"
"No, I didn't know that. I still don't know who you are. I don't know any Michael."
The man stopped and took a deep breath. The virus had started to take affect. She was human. A living, breathing, human who couldn't remember her past as a vampire.
"Could you.. stay here for a moment. I will be right back." He told her before rushing out of the door.
Selene glanced around the room as another tear slid down her warm cheek. It wasn't the first time she had been scared in her life, but it was the first time that she didn't have anyone to help her through it. Her family was dead, by lycans was what the man told her. He had been about to tell her something else when she blacked out.
All she knew was that he was going to give her a chance to avenge the death of her family. Now, she didn't have a clue as to where she was, who Michael was, and where was the man that had saved her life?
What was to become of her now? She had no family, and no idea what was happening. For all she knew she could be dead and in some sort of hell.
She didn't have anymore time to think when she heard footsteps climbing stairs. The door opened and Michael stepped in another man behind him looking rather nervous.
His own sandy brown hair was cut short but his bangs were long. He looked at her a frown on his face. "I told you Michael. I have no more information on this."
"Well, give me what you have." He said looking even more stressed than he had a few minutes before when he walked in.
"The new virus joined with the others that had failed, together they made the process twice as fast. I can't tell you how long she has, or what will happen. I am sorry."
Selene looked back and forth between the two men, "What is going on?" She asked tired of not knowing anything when they were clearly talking about her.
Michael turned to look at her. He glanced at William who shrugged but nodded.
"Well, I don't really no where to start."
"From the beginning would be nice." She said getting restless.
He sighed, "I don't know exactly everything. Just images and thoughts transferred from you awhile ago."
She raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
"The man that saved you, Viktor, he was the one that killed your family. That night he made you a vampire, you were still thinking that the lycans did it. He gave you the power to avenge the death of your family. You put it to good use and became a resourceful and one of the best Death Dealers."
"A what?"
"A lycan hunter. You were one of many vampires that hunted and killed the lycans." He told her crossing his arms over his chest.
"When I first met you, you were following two lycans in the subway. A fight soon was underway as everyone started shooting their guns. This is two hundred years after you were changed."
She gave him another confused look but didn't say anything yet.
He closed his eyes thinking on all of her memories that he could make out. "Viktor, he was asleep and so was Marcus. Marcus was to be awakened the night after the death of Lucian and Viktor. You helped me, and when you came to save me, that is when the lycan leader died, and you killed Viktor, who confirmed that he was the one that took away your family."
"While running from the vampires, you were shot with a bullet that latched onto your skin and injected a virus into your system that would revert you back into a human."
William piped in, "It failed though."
Michael smiled at him before focusing his attention on confused woman that sat in front of him, "The lycans asked for my help since I was Lucian's only hope before he died, they trusted me, and they were learning to trust you. You went out on a hunt with a few of us and you were shot again. The virus worked faster this time and it erased the memories you had as a vampire, it also made you human once again."
Selene just stared straight ahead a glint in her eye. It was hard to process information such as the one she was just given. The man that had saved her so to speak, lied to her, for two hundred years about what had happened. That was why he was covered in blood in her memory of that night.
She looked up at Michael, and then to William, "Are you a lycan?"
William nodded, "Yes I am."
She glanced over at Michael, "Are you?"
"No." He answered.
"A vampire then?"
He shook his head, "Why do I feel like there is something you haven't told me?" She asked.
He gave her a small grin, "Lucian had bit me and you had taken me from him. You were injured in the process and wrecked your car. I pulled you out and you took me back to the vampire mansion, not knowing that I was a lycan at the time." Selene nodded.
"I was kidnapped and tied up at the lycan hideout, you came and saved me as a war raged between the vampires and the lycans around us. We came upon Kraven. Who is the maniac who was after you, and who was head of the house while Viktor slept. He shot me with the silver nitrate rounds and Lucian made it long enough to tell you to bite me. You did and here I am. A full hybrid."
William looked at Selene for a moment, "A hybrid is half vampire, half lycan. Normally one can't be both, but Michael's blood allows for a perfect union between the two viruses."
Selene nodded. William glanced at Michael, "I will have to get to Drake, and maybe he can help me find something else out since he was alive around the time the last virus was transmitted."
"Okay, thanks for all of your help."
"No problem." William said leaving the room, "Oh, and it was nice talking to you Selene."
She remained silent still off in her own little world trying to understand all of the information she was given.
"Are you okay?"
She looked up at him, "I don't know."
"Could you please tell me more of what you know. Maybe just about the last few days. Or can you tell me why I feel so comfortable around you when I don't know you."
Michael sighed, he was hoping he wouldn't have to mention anything about this. Selene must have noticed.
"You were in love with her. Your in love with me aren't you?"
~*~
A/N: Well, I am done, took awhile but I have been swamped with homework and dealing with a stupid math teacher all week. Sorry it took so long though. Drake is still alive! ^_^..sorry I just couldn't kill him, he is too important to the rest of the story.
I know all of you will hate me...Selene...human! But before you send me to hell or..hunt me down, remember, they still don't know everything about the virus. But, there is someone besides Vicent who knows everything about it. I think I made it a little obvious about who it was...but ah..oh well!
*Scratches head* I think...I will let you all go so you can stop reading this stupid note..and IT'S OVER!!...not really, just thought that it might get your attention? If it didn't and you're just skipping over this little rambling..:P
Her eyes enchanted him, having the spark of one that is not mortal, but also one that is cold from the years of lies, and wise from the years of experience. Her gaze flickered to the other side of the room and Michael looked towards the door as he heard someone passing by.
The smell of blood entered his nose, burning like a fire. His ears tuned in to the sounds around him and his eyes grew deep with a longing for the blood. His head snapped towards Selene who was also staring at him. They both felt something. A noise of a glass breaking made them turn their heads to face William.
His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. He had felt it too, there was something not far from where they stood, dieing, slipping away slowly. The smell of the open blood wounds stinging their senses and drinching them in blood.
Michael was the first out of the room, followed by Selene and then William. Without stopping his pace Michael pushed through some of the small crowds on his way to the main entrance leading out of the den and into the empty street where he had carried Selene in a few days ago.
The other lycans must have felt it too, for their eyes were wide and their noses were up in the air, trying to determine where the smell of the blood was coming from.
The sun was still down as Michael stepped out into the street. He noticed the body right away slumped up against a wall that was covered in blood. The body lay in a puddle of its own blood. He came upon the body and cringed at the sight shuddering at the thought of the massacre that had taken place.
Drake laid torn and broken, his body barely recognizable, but his scent and his soul weren't mistakable. William leaned down dropping to his knees beside his friends body. His hand going to his throat checking for a pulse.
"He is ice cold..." He whispered to Selene and Michael, "His pulse if very faint."
Michael swallowed the lump in his throat, "Is there anything we can do?"
William looked up at him, his eyes shinning in sorrow, "Perhaps, if we can get him back to the lab, there just might be a chance, but I will require a great favor from you."
"Anything you name it." Michael told him honestly.
"It will require your blood."
This made Michael raise his eyebrow slightly, what good could his blood do?
"The blood that stains his lips is mixed with that of a hybrid, Marcus, this is the reason he is still alive the blood is keeping him alive."
He nodded, "Sure if it means that he will live."
William let his gaze linger on Micheal for a second before picking Drake up and carrying him into the den Selene and Michael following him their gazes locked on the ground in front of them as they walked.
~*~
Drake opened his eyes, "Am I dead?" His asked his voice rasp and sore.
"I don't think so." His eyes moved slowly to his left finding Michael sitting their a needle in his arm with a tube running in his own arm.
"What's going on?"
"Your being healed." Michael responded simply.
"So, how long have I been out?"
"About four hours. Nothing special you just lost a lot of blood." William said walking up beside Michael and looking at Drake.
Drake smiled at him, "I feel as if I have just fallen off a building and got beat up by a powerful vampire elder."
"That may just be the story." William told him grabbing a packet of blood that was kept in the lab for such occasions.
"You will need to drink this now so we can let Michael's blood return to him." Drake nodded and Michael pulled the needle out of his arm the blood coming to a stop. Drake pulled the other one out of his forearm a few drops of blood staining his white skin as it dripped.
Michael stood up feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him he walked over to the door and placed his hand on the wall to support himself, "I am going to go rest."
"Okay, thanks a lot." William said.
"It was no problem." Michael replied.
Michael gave him a small wave as he walked out of the room and started down the hallway.
"Your weak."
He turned his head, Selene was standing in the shadows her arms crossed over her chest.
"I'll manage." He told her beginning to walk once again as another wave of dizziness hit him. He knew that he might not make it to the room by himself, but he didn't want her to see him weak, he had to be strong, for her, and for the clan.
"Michael, you gave up most of your blood to help Drake, your drained. Even your skin is white as death." Selene reasoned as she walked up beside him.
He looked at his limp hands as he walked, they were white, compared to his normal skin tone. "I'm a little pale."
"Michael," She stopped him grabbing his arm, his sking was cold, "your skin is more white than mine." She held her own pale hands against his.
"I will-"
"No, you are going to let me help you." She said cutting him off her voice dripping with her serious tone.
"Besides, I think you are the one who told me once, that I was the one who lost a lot of blood, and if I didn't stop the car I would end up getting us both killed."
He looked at her, "But I am not driving a car."
"No, but you are leading a clan of lycans. You would be putting their lives in danger without rest."
Michael thought on this for a minute, he knew that she had made a point, but still his male pride wouldn't let it go, "I will rest."
She nodded as Michael walked slowly towards the stairs, "How much blood did you give him anyways?"
He looked at her and grinned, "Enough I guess since he is awake and alive."
"That is one thing I will never know about lycans and never remember of humans."
"What is that?"
"How they are so willing to give their own lives for ones they care about. To keep them safe they sacrifice themselves."
"It's natural I guess." He told her opening the door and walking in, he swallowed a rather large lump in his throat as he looked up the large set of iron stairs.
Selene looked at him, "I could-"
"No," He began looking back over at her, "I can do it on my own."
His bare feet on the cold iron steps made him shiver at first but then he felt nothing. Selene watched him carefully as he began his journey up the twisted steps.
She followed behind him, she was close enough to help him if he had trouble but not close enough for him to notic her presence on top of him.
He wobbled every so often but was determined to make it up on his own. By the time he reached the top all color had completely drained from his body and his eyes were glazed over as if he was on the brink of death.
Some part of Selene wanted to reach out and hold him, to comfort him and to tell him things would be alright. The vampire of her forgot the feelings and pushed them off as having a close bond with him for the reason.
He stepped in the room and almost missed the bed as he fell on it face first emitting a rather tired sigh that sounded more like a yawn.
"Do you think the sun is coming up yet?" He asked her closing his eyes.
Selene who had been shutting the door tilted her head at his question, "I don't know, maybe by now."
"Miss the warm rays.." He mumbled as sleep began to take him, "It's cold."
Selene dropped into a chair and watched his still form as he slept. She didn't know how it felt to be cold, or the meaning of cold that he had been implying. She was always cold, for over two hundred years. The only warmth she felt was the warmth of a shower, or of Michael's touch. The sun could never touch her perfect white skin. It would be her undoing.
He rolled over in his sleep his mouth slightly parted as his chest rose gently and then fell as his lungs compressed and allowed the air to flow out of them. She got up and pulled a cover over him, after watching him for a moment she pushed a one of his dark brown locks from his face.
Her brows knitted together in thought, he was the most caring person she had ever met. Always helping others when it wasn't required of him and giving everyone around him a sense of hope. She sighed and sat down on the bed next to him.
~*~
Drake leaned his head back on the pillow and counted the cracks in the ceiling. He was still a bit weak from his accident and was still healing. Michael's blood had helped immensely though and he was now fifty percent better than he would have been in a week.
William was moving through the room checking different things. He seemed to be focusing on Selene's blood at the moment though and ignored any comments Drake had given him since Michael had left.
"Can I have a book?"
"No." William answered his gaze never leaving the blood he was examining.
"Why not?"
"Because you need to rest, and I need to get some work done."
"I can keep talking." Drake said.
William sighed and rolled his eyes he grabbed a book off the shelf and tossed it at Drake who caught it and looked at the title.
"'One Hundred Ways to Tell That You're Dead', my what a nice book." Drake said flipping through the pages.
"I know, good choice." William said returning to his work.
Drake mumbled something about banning certain books as he read some of the articles that interested him, and even those that didn't, "You're not breathing!" Drake started laughing as he flipped the page.
William sighed and wrote something down on his notepad, maybe he shouldn't have given him that book.
"No pulse and ice cold skin. They have paragraphs for everything. There is even a whole page on the reason, 'Your Spirit is Hovering Over Your Lifeless Body'. Tell me how that is right?"
"Drake, just keep the readings to yourself."
"Fine, ruin my boring fun I was having to pass the time I have to waste in this place."
William stopped working and put his pen down, Drake looked up thinking it was something he said, and he didn't want his buddy to go nuts like he did last time.
"What?"
William just looked at him, his expression blank but his eyes filled with worry.
"I'm not going to make it am I?" He asked dropping the book into his lap.
"No."
"What!?" Drake yelled.
"No, that's not what I meant, you're going to be fine, it's not you."
"Then who is it?" He asked part of him not wanting to hear the truth.
"Its Selene, the virus, it has began to work. Unless there is some more information buried somewhere that we don't have access to, I am afraid she is on her own after she hits stage two."
Drake frowned and went silent, "Wait, what is stage two?"
"Where she looses her memory and converts back into a human."
~*~
Drake frowned as he sat in his dark room. William had released him an hour later to get some rest in the sanctuary of his own room. The surprising news of Selene's virus still had him in deep thought. Everything he heard and everything he knew about the virus wasn't exactly good.
Again he cursed who was ever responsible for his dillema. There were rules and guidelines he had to follow, for whatever reason, none of which really made sense to him. He owed Michael his life, the least he could do was save Selene's if it came to it.
The clues he had left around were his only hopes at helping them for the moment. Touching the wound on his stomach softly Drake rolled his eyes, if there was one thing he hated more than his damn curse, it was that damn vampire elder Marcus. Afterall he was the only elder Drake had ever come into contact with.
That was the third time they had fought alone. More than five when in groups. He had always managed to come out alive though. A miracle everytime. But what goes around comes around, something was trying to tell him it was almost up. The last fight was way too close.
It was funny how all the vampires thought lycans to be stupid animals that had no common sense or a brain. Which was not true at all. Look at William, he was the smartest person Drake had ever met. Lucian, he certainly wasn't stupid, he knew what would happen, knew how to deal, and even had time to plan things on the side.
True, lycans did tend to give into their beasts loosing the part of themselves that was once human. Drake was still holding on to his, for as long as he could. Michael seemed to be doing the same thing. The human in him showing Selene how much he really cares for her, but Selene not excepting it, the human in her died long ago.
Sighing he ran a hand through his short spikey hair. After six hundred years the war still raged. Not looking as if it would come to a close soon. But there was hope, Michael, the hybrid, the strongest of them all, the one Lucian had put all faith in. He was the light that would destroy the vampire empire.
He never saw this coming, he never saw a bright light at the end of the tunnel for the lycans, but now he wasn't so sure. They had Michael and Selene, who was the best damn Death Dealer Drake had ever seen or heard of. Although with a virus this might not be the best of help at the moment.
He vowed though, she would make it through no matter what. It was had to explain the bond he felt with the vampiress, but he sure as hell knew that she was like his little sister. Younger, confused and always in some kind of trouble.
~*~
Michael woke up to hear whimpering, like that from a small child. He sat up, his blood all returned to normal flow and his senses alert.
His head looked around but only spotted Selene laying on the bed beside him. It was she that was whimpering in her sleep.
It struck him as odd, never since he had met her did she ever make a sound in her sleep.
Another thought hit him, the virus had been again injected into her. Maybe it was starting to take effect. This only made him worry for the fear of not knowing what would happen to her.
She turned in her sleep now laying on her back, a small frown on her face. Michael pressed his palm to her face. Her skin was room temperature. Not the cold skin he usually touched nor the hot skin he touched when she had been sick.
A frown appeared on his face. None of this made sense, and he didn't really want to know the truth of her symptoms.
He pulled his hand back and leaned down, he kissed her forehead and pulled back watching her as she tossed and turned in her dreams.
Michael prayed that she would be fine and that they would make it through whatever was in store for them in the future, it was all he could do.
~*~
Selene opened her eyes and squinted when there was no light. There was no smell of the fresh sun that always had greeted her in the mornings. It was then she felt a presence in the corner of the room watching her.
She sat up rather quicky and looked towards the corner of the room, willing her eyes to adjust to a room that she didn't even recognize. What had happened to her? Where was her home? Where had the man that had saved her gone?
The figure in the corner moved and stepped forward. Her breath hitched in her throat as she held the blankets close to her leather clad form.
He stopped, his face still not visible in the darkness of the room. With each passing second se became more aware that this wasn't her home, and this couldn't have been the man that had held her, his presence seemed more comforting to her, more relaxed.
The room was all black. It wasn't the bright room she had left and that she wished desperately to be laying in at the moment. Her mind still however was roaming over what had taken place. The massacre of her family.
A tear came to her eye but she held it back, not wanting the man in the shadows to see her cry.
"Selene." He whispered, his voice full of worry and cracking with emotion.
She eyed the figure cautiously as he stepped closer his form becoming clearer. His dark brown hair hung in his face covering up most of his features. He wore a dark long black leather coat that ended at his calfs and no shirt. His bare chest was covered in scars and some light bruises.
His blue eyes pierced hers'. Showing how worried he was, but for what she still wondered. His pants had a few rips in them and he wore no shoes. Everything was confusing her. The clothes, the decorating, and why she was here in the first place.
He repeated again, "Selene."
She kept silent wondering how this man knew her name when she had never seen him in her life.
"What's wrong?" He asked stepping again closer to the bed. A tear slid down her cheek and her breathing became labored.
Michael stepped forward and slowly moved his hand towards her face to wipe away the tear. She pulled back and his hand stopped moving.
"What is it? Tell me, what is the matter? Why are you crying?" His tone was worried and it showed through in his eyes and in his face.
"W-who are you?" She asked quietly.
"Me- I'm Michael. You knew that. What is going on Selene?"
"No, I didn't know that. I still don't know who you are. I don't know any Michael."
The man stopped and took a deep breath. The virus had started to take affect. She was human. A living, breathing, human who couldn't remember her past as a vampire.
"Could you.. stay here for a moment. I will be right back." He told her before rushing out of the door.
Selene glanced around the room as another tear slid down her warm cheek. It wasn't the first time she had been scared in her life, but it was the first time that she didn't have anyone to help her through it. Her family was dead, by lycans was what the man told her. He had been about to tell her something else when she blacked out.
All she knew was that he was going to give her a chance to avenge the death of her family. Now, she didn't have a clue as to where she was, who Michael was, and where was the man that had saved her life?
What was to become of her now? She had no family, and no idea what was happening. For all she knew she could be dead and in some sort of hell.
She didn't have anymore time to think when she heard footsteps climbing stairs. The door opened and Michael stepped in another man behind him looking rather nervous.
His own sandy brown hair was cut short but his bangs were long. He looked at her a frown on his face. "I told you Michael. I have no more information on this."
"Well, give me what you have." He said looking even more stressed than he had a few minutes before when he walked in.
"The new virus joined with the others that had failed, together they made the process twice as fast. I can't tell you how long she has, or what will happen. I am sorry."
Selene looked back and forth between the two men, "What is going on?" She asked tired of not knowing anything when they were clearly talking about her.
Michael turned to look at her. He glanced at William who shrugged but nodded.
"Well, I don't really no where to start."
"From the beginning would be nice." She said getting restless.
He sighed, "I don't know exactly everything. Just images and thoughts transferred from you awhile ago."
She raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
"The man that saved you, Viktor, he was the one that killed your family. That night he made you a vampire, you were still thinking that the lycans did it. He gave you the power to avenge the death of your family. You put it to good use and became a resourceful and one of the best Death Dealers."
"A what?"
"A lycan hunter. You were one of many vampires that hunted and killed the lycans." He told her crossing his arms over his chest.
"When I first met you, you were following two lycans in the subway. A fight soon was underway as everyone started shooting their guns. This is two hundred years after you were changed."
She gave him another confused look but didn't say anything yet.
He closed his eyes thinking on all of her memories that he could make out. "Viktor, he was asleep and so was Marcus. Marcus was to be awakened the night after the death of Lucian and Viktor. You helped me, and when you came to save me, that is when the lycan leader died, and you killed Viktor, who confirmed that he was the one that took away your family."
"While running from the vampires, you were shot with a bullet that latched onto your skin and injected a virus into your system that would revert you back into a human."
William piped in, "It failed though."
Michael smiled at him before focusing his attention on confused woman that sat in front of him, "The lycans asked for my help since I was Lucian's only hope before he died, they trusted me, and they were learning to trust you. You went out on a hunt with a few of us and you were shot again. The virus worked faster this time and it erased the memories you had as a vampire, it also made you human once again."
Selene just stared straight ahead a glint in her eye. It was hard to process information such as the one she was just given. The man that had saved her so to speak, lied to her, for two hundred years about what had happened. That was why he was covered in blood in her memory of that night.
She looked up at Michael, and then to William, "Are you a lycan?"
William nodded, "Yes I am."
She glanced over at Michael, "Are you?"
"No." He answered.
"A vampire then?"
He shook his head, "Why do I feel like there is something you haven't told me?" She asked.
He gave her a small grin, "Lucian had bit me and you had taken me from him. You were injured in the process and wrecked your car. I pulled you out and you took me back to the vampire mansion, not knowing that I was a lycan at the time." Selene nodded.
"I was kidnapped and tied up at the lycan hideout, you came and saved me as a war raged between the vampires and the lycans around us. We came upon Kraven. Who is the maniac who was after you, and who was head of the house while Viktor slept. He shot me with the silver nitrate rounds and Lucian made it long enough to tell you to bite me. You did and here I am. A full hybrid."
William looked at Selene for a moment, "A hybrid is half vampire, half lycan. Normally one can't be both, but Michael's blood allows for a perfect union between the two viruses."
Selene nodded. William glanced at Michael, "I will have to get to Drake, and maybe he can help me find something else out since he was alive around the time the last virus was transmitted."
"Okay, thanks for all of your help."
"No problem." William said leaving the room, "Oh, and it was nice talking to you Selene."
She remained silent still off in her own little world trying to understand all of the information she was given.
"Are you okay?"
She looked up at him, "I don't know."
"Could you please tell me more of what you know. Maybe just about the last few days. Or can you tell me why I feel so comfortable around you when I don't know you."
Michael sighed, he was hoping he wouldn't have to mention anything about this. Selene must have noticed.
"You were in love with her. Your in love with me aren't you?"
~*~
A/N: Well, I am done, took awhile but I have been swamped with homework and dealing with a stupid math teacher all week. Sorry it took so long though. Drake is still alive! ^_^..sorry I just couldn't kill him, he is too important to the rest of the story.
I know all of you will hate me...Selene...human! But before you send me to hell or..hunt me down, remember, they still don't know everything about the virus. But, there is someone besides Vicent who knows everything about it. I think I made it a little obvious about who it was...but ah..oh well!
*Scratches head* I think...I will let you all go so you can stop reading this stupid note..and IT'S OVER!!...not really, just thought that it might get your attention? If it didn't and you're just skipping over this little rambling..:P