A million thoughts all ran through Michael's head at once, as he moved forward slowly. The only thing he could focus on at the moment though, was the woman standing infront of him. Looking for the first time since he met her as fragile.
It wasn't as if he had never kissed her before, he had, but not like this, not when she was human. He had missed her touch, and it seemed as forever since he felt her lips against his.
She moved forward he could sense it even with his eyes closed. Even at the slow movement they were in, their lips crashed together with force. For the first time, Michael felt her lips, and instead of being cold as ice, they were infact warm like his own.
That was his last thought as his mind went blank and the kiss became deeper.
His arms tightened around her waist as the kiss grew more passionate and aggressive. Michael pulled away from her, but kept his eyes closed, out of breath he began to speak, "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be," She replied her breath coming in short gasps.
He opened his eyes to find Selene gazing right back at him. Her hand moved and brushed a strand of hair back behind his ear. He remained silent focusing on the feeling of her now touching his face with her hand.
She leaned forward slightly, her gaze clouded and glazed as her breathing started to return to normal. Michael could hear the distinct sound of her heartbeat pulse faster than normal as she moved forward quickly pressing her lips to his.
She pulled him closer as they kissed, trying to be close to him, and feel him against her. Michael moved his feet, also heading towards the same goal that she was. They tripped and stumbled, falling onto the bed, Selene resting on top of Michael, their lips still locked.
The palms of Selene's hands rested on his bare chest as she stared at him a moment after breaking the kiss. His hands still rested calmly on her waist.
A strong force of passion was coursing through her, one that she hadn't felt before, and one that she didn't understand. The feeling didn't feel new to her, but it did in a way. Maybe this was how the vampire Selene felt about Michael but never acted on the feelings.
Her hair had fallen over her face, and sense their faces were almost touching, it cut them off from anything around them, acting as a shield.
Michael tilted his head up and gave her a chaste kiss, soft and gentle. As he pulled away he noticed her staring at him, with something swirling about in her eyes, an emotion he hadn't seen there before.
"What is it?" He asked, his tone concerned.
"Nothing." She whispered her breath warm against his face.
Michael stared at her for a moment longer bringing his hand up to touch her face, that still seemed unaged for being over two hundred years old.
She gave him a small smile before resting her head on his shoulder and burying her face against his neck.
He couldn't even imagine what she must have been thinking at the moment. She seemed very open when she was human, and he didn't know exactly how hurt the death of her family must have been. It turned her into a cold warrior, and he could honestly say that he didn't doubt Viktor had something to do with that.
Viktor, he wrecked this woman's life. Killed her family, and made her a vampire. The other part of him wanted to thank him, not for killing her family, but for changing her, if he didn't, he would have never met the incredible woman that was laying on top of him.
He felt her breathing begin to slow and fall into a normal pace. He moved his head to look at her and found that her eyes were closed. He knew that without her vampire energys, she would be more tired, not accustom to the living hours and all. It didn't take him a month to figure that one out as he watched her.
He felt his eyelids become heavier as he slowly started to drift, he blinked slowly a few more times his breathing becoming shallow.
"I love you, Selene." He murmured his eyes closing and fell into a deep sleep.
~*~
Drake sighed as he stepped off the roof of a building, his feet hitting the ground with a strange softness. Glancing around the street it seemed that almost no one there had noticed it, without another thought on it, he walked straight his head pointed to the ground and the moon outlining his figure as he went.
His shoulders tensed as he felt a strong force in the building beside him, and for the life of him he didn't know why he hadn't sensed it before.
Tilting his head to the side, Drake looked around him only to find that there was no one on the street around him. Bending his knees, Drake jumped into the air, his hands managing to grab a window ledge as he placed his feet on the side of the building.
Bending his knees once more, he pressed off the wall, moving higher and feeling the presence grow much stronger. His eyes became glazed, the sense of the power close to him was starting to overwhelm him.
He was almost level with it now, one more jump. As his hands gripped the window ledge tightly he peered through the window.
A woman stood with her back to him. Blood filled his senses and his eyes shifted quickly to her hands that were closed at her side. Blood dripped from them slowly, making puddles of blood on the floor around her.
He bit his tongue trying to keep the scent of blood out of his mind. Instead he started to focus on her.
She wore a hood over her head and a leather jacket that stopped at her ankles hanging a few inches from the ground.
Drake jumped back a bit when she started to move, turning around. Even in the darkness he could see her eyes as she turned to face him, her eyes burning a hole through him.
They were icy blue, that of a vampire, but somehow they seemed different, a sense of pain emitted from their cold depths.
He knew all hope was lost for spying as her fists unclenched and her hood fell back away from her face.
"What do you want?" Her voice soft.
"Sorry," He mumbled pulling himself up and through the open window, "I didn't mean to-"
"Invade my privacy." She finished for him a small grin on her face.
"Yeah."
There was a long silence as they stood their.
"Are you alright?" Drake asked a hint of worry in his voice.
"Fine." She replied quickly, "I'm guessing the scent of blood called you to me?"
"Something like that." He said giving her a nervous smile.
"You scent tells me that you're a lycan."
"Yours tells me that you're a vampire."
She nodded as the blood on her hands started to dry and the cuts began to heal quickly.
Drake glanced at her hands for a second before his eyes came back up to her's. They were still blue, but not that of a vampire, they were dark and held a warm sense about them.
"What's your name?" She asked him taking a step towards a chair in the corner of the room, her hair falling over her face.
He hesitated for a moment as a strange feeling came over him, "Drake." He replied.
"Hello, Drake. I'm-"
"Lydia." He told her quickly.
"That's right," She told him with a confused smile, "How did you-"
"I've only felt a power as strong as yours three times in my life." She tilted her head confused, "Right now, then yesterday at the lycan den, and more than six hundred centurys ago."
Lydia only smiled the moonlight playing over her features as she remained silent. However, that was only for a moment, "Why are you here?"
He didn't really want to say that he had been sent to keep an eye on her, because in all truth, Drake knew Michael didn't order him to do this. He didn't even have to follow Luke's orders, maybe he was just... curious.
She would probably sense if he was lying though, and he could feel the sweat forming on his forehead as he scratched his head.
"Orders."
"Not from Michael, I presume?"
"You presume correctly." He told her grinning but his face soon fell into a frown, "Besides, I am not on the best of terms with him at the moment."
Lydia nodded knowing whatever had occured had effected the lycan that stood before her.
"Do you mind if I ask what happened?"
"Only if you don't mind me asking what was going on when I- peered through your window." He said pausing and feeling embarassed.
She nodded, "It is only fair, but you first."
He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair, "Well, it started when I bumped into Selene in the hallway after our meeting. She is very different as a human than she was as a vampire, much more open." Lydia nodded for him to continue as he leaned up against the wall.
"Luke had come up to us and I told me I was to watch you since the rest of his team were to be spying on the vampire mansion. He then started teasing me..." He trailed off uncertain of telling her anything about the teasing.
"About me?" She asked the corner of her lips twitching. He was about to ask her how she knew when she began talking again, "You said the last time you felt my power was centurys ago, and if Luke is the type of person that I think he is, he probably brought something up about you knowing me anyways."
Drake's mouth hung open in shock, "You really are as smart as they say you are, aren't you?"
This made Lydia give a small laugh, "Who are they?"
He seemed to regain control of his mouth and smiled, "The countless books and reports, not to mention Lucian's own stories of you. Even some of our encounters with you have been talked about for months."
She paused her expression unreadable at the moment, "I hold nothing against you kind, it is just sometimes it is hard to go against your nature."
He nodded understanding what she meant. She exhaled deeply resting her hands on her lap, "Tell me, what happened that made Michael upset with you?"
"I let my anger get the best of me," He said his voice weak as he looked at the ground, "I changed and so did Luke, it was one of the fights most of us normally had around the den, but this one was different, I forgot about the human Selene standing only feet away from us."
Lydia gave a small gasp, "The poor girl, she must have been frightened."
"I know, I got an earful from William already about being an idiot. I feel bad too, but I don't know really what to do about it now."
"There is nothing you can do to erase the past." She told him looking out the window at the stars, "The best thing you can do is live for the moment you have. You can apologize for mistakes, and celebrate for accomplishments, but it does no good to live in the past, or try to change it."
Drake stayed silent for a moment but the gave her a soft half smile as she looked up at her, "So, what about you? What was going on when I-" He hesitated, "-came in?"
"I was trying to sense Vincent."
"Were you able to?" Drake asked looking slightly concerned.
"No." She sighed a little surprised that he knew who Vincent was.
"Was it because I came in?"
"No," She answered again her blue eyes focusing calmly on him, "He is blocking his scent and mind from me."
Drake gave her a confused look, "Okay, I'm not a vampire, so can you actually do that?"
"Elder vampires." She answered her eyes flashing, "We can sense those of our kin and others amoung the clans, even humans at most times. I am the only who uses it, It think. Vincent has been able to keep me from his mind so that I do not come after him or know where he is for that matter."
"Hearing that, it makes us lycans sound really stupid and dull."
Lydia gave him another smile, "I think you all have something that makes you different, probably the way you all care for eachother as a group, you're all like family. With vampires, they are power hungry always trying to be better than the best."
"Sorta the same with lycans, we all compete in our own ways."
"Every race does." Lydia admitted.
Drake looked out the window before returning his gaze to her, "Why was there blood coming out of your hands?"
Lydia lifted both of her hands towards him and turned them over as they lay open he noticed the slight finger nail marks in her skin where the wounds must have been before they healed. "It's harder to concentrate on finding a mortal, immortal."
"Did that happen on purpose?" He asked examining her hands more closely, he knew their claws were powerful, but didn't think that they would puncture their skin the way her's seemed to have been.
"No, atleast I don't think so. Vincent is farther away than I thought he would be, trying to reach him takes most of my mind and will, I didn't notice until I felt your presence at my window."
Drake gave her a smirk a little of his normal self showing through, "It might have been a good thing I was "spying" then."
Lydia gave a short laugh, "Yes, it might have been."
Drake smiled and took in a deep breath. His eyebrows went together as he tried to concentrate.
Lydia must have sensed the same thing as she tilted her head. "Strange." He heard her mutter as she stood up.
"You're telling me." He said sighing and clenching his fists at his side.
"A hybrid, he is coming this way." Out of the corner of his eyes he could see her's turn an icy blue almost glowing in age and power.
He felt his own hair stand up on the back of his neck and his eyes began to change not wanting to frighten her he held himself back, a growl still in his throat.
"It's not Michael." He warned.
"I know, it must be Marcus."
Drake remembered how close to death he had been after his encounter with Marcus and knew of his new found power and abilities. "You should go." He told Lydia.
"I live here. I am not going anywhere. The spoiled little Marcus will not scare me off."
"Maybe not, but I have already delt with him once in his hybrid state, and it's not pretty."
He could practically hear Lydia roll her eyes as the hybrid got closer.
"He is moving rather slow." Lydia told him glancing in his direction.
"Maybe he found out about the spy team and was attacked." Even though Michael told them not to attack. He added as an afterthought.
"How many were on the team?"
"I don't know, they were some of our eldest and most experienced though, I think there was about ten of them."
Lydia simply nodded, "And they sent you to watch me?"
"Well, I am the oldest out of everyone there, I am just never taken seriously." Lydia smiled at this showing her fangs before returning her gaze to the window and tracking the sense of power that was coming nearer.
"Why do you think he is coming here?"
"He probably senses a lycan and a vampire. Viktor trained him, he does not believe in blending of the spieces either."
"Damn." Drake said under his breath, which made Lydia almost laugh as she placed her hand on the wall beside the window and looked out.
"I see him."
"I want to give you one last chance to leave. He almost killed me once, he won't do it again."
"There is no point he has already sensed the both of us by now, if one of us flees he will just track the other down again."
"True." Drake said quietly as a figure landed on the wall the strength making the building shake slightly.
Lydia didn't even flinch only moved her hands calmly to her sides. Drake glanced at her feeling his own hands become slightly moist with sweat.
She stepped away from the window closer to him but her back was still towards him. Marcus jumped through the window the glass shattering and Drake covered his eyes as did Lydia to avoid the sharp objects.
Marcus stood before them his hair wet and his breathing heavy. Drake noticed cuts on his face and smirked a bit.
"Still alive animal?" He asked sneering.
"Alive and well, Marcus. Having a little trouble with the crowds these days?"
A deep growl came from his throat, before he lunged at Drake shoving him against the wall, "Why weren't you with your little friends when I killed them?"
Drake's eyes widened. He wasn't to fond of his fellow kin, but his anger was starting to overwhelm him.
"You bastard!" He screamed pushing Marcus away from him and punching him in the face.
"I knew I should have finished you off when I had the chance."
"Well, here is your chance." Drake said pulling his coat off revealing that he wasn't transforming but still wore pants.
"It will be my pleasure." Marcus said shedding his own coat and transforming.
Drake glanced at Lydia who was standing in the corner of the room next to him watching them intently.
Drake was the first to move dropping to the ground and tripping Marcus who just pushed himself back up. Drake's eyes turned black for a second before flashing back to normal and the fight continued.
Marcus caught Drake's fist as it came towards him and flipped him over. Drake grunted but used the momentum to pull him down with him. Drake was the first to his feet feeling energy pulse through him.
Lydia had her eyes closed focusing her energy on the lycan before her as he moved swiftly across the room.
Marcus punched him sending him stumbling backwards as he stood back up.
"You can't win boy."
"No, but I can kick your ass until someone else kills you." He said jumping towards him, "And I am NOT a boy!"
Marcus caught his shoudlers before he could reach him though, sending him flying backwards and out the window he had entered previously the glass shattering and cutting into his skin.
Lydia gasped but felt a little relief wash over her when she saw his hands still on the window ledge pulling himself back up.
As he jumped back up to come through the window Marcus jumped forward kicking him in the face and knocking him out of the window once more. The sudden shock from the hit sent him flying from the building and down onto a car on the street below setting off the alarm and Marcus smirked turning to Lydia.
"How nice to see you. Lydia."
"Nice to see you too again, Marcus." She said glaring at him.
In less than a second his cold black eyes were only inches from her blue ones, and his heavy breathing blowing on her face.
"Back off!" She yelled shoving him backwards which sent him flying over a table and into a cabinet breaking on impact.
"You little bitch! Is that any way to treat your leader? He asked starting to come after her roaring, only something jumped through the window tackling him to the ground before he could reach her.
He bared his fangs looking at a bloody Drake who had a metal piece from the car lodged in his side.
He gave a short laugh, "Not through yet?"
"Never." He said right back this time when his eyes turned black from anger, the power behind them never wavered.
Lydia noticed him wincing as he took in a deep breath, "Silver..." She trailed off as the lycan jumped forward his claws extending as he transformed part way. A trick she knew that older lycans were able to do so that they would not lose themselves completely to the beast within.
The claws broke Marcus' armour like skin in his midsection slicing him open and small trickles of blood beginning to form at their corners.
Drake stepped back quickly as Marcus lurched forward his fist planning to make contact with him. Using Marcus' momentum against him Drake grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him towards him before kneeing him in the gut and uppercutting him across the room.
The movement made him stop as the metal lodged in his side shifted in his organ that it had punctured and he could feel the steam rise from the wound.
He closed his eyes tightly but opened them when he heard Marcus shift infront of him. Before he had time to react Marcus had moved forward and punched him in the chest a couple of times while he tried to block but it was useless as Marcus took an opening to grab the piece of silver and push it farther.
Drake let out a scream of pain as he fell to his knees and felt the object pierce his other side, now completely going through him.
Marcus gave a laugh as Drake rolled on the floor trying to pull the metal out but to no success. He then looked up at Lydia who was staring back at him her eyes blazing in the dark room.
"Worried about the little animal?" He asked.
Lydia would admit even though she did have instinct to kill lycans most of the time, Drake reminded her of the time when she was with Lucian, and the man she had once upon a time loved. In truth, Drake was almost the only lycan she had felt comfortable with in almost a century.
Of course, she felt comfortable with Michael, but Drake had an aura about him that intrigued her and at the same time made her wonder what was going on. She hadn't known him very long, but she could relate to him and that was all she needed.
He even tried to protect her by telling her she should leave, but she didn't want to leave him alone knowing what powers Marcus may hold now that he was hybrid. She felt almost exhausted though, she had been tranfering energy to Drake. She had never done that to a lycan before and his energy was already at a boiling point when she began.
Silently she tried to enter his mind as her gaze stayed focused on the man before her.
'Drake..' His head snapped up ignoring the pain he gave her a questioning look as Marcus didn't seem to notice anything.
'Relax your mind, I can't reach you if you don't' His eyes wide he only nodded and focused away from the pain and only on her eyes.
Time seemed to slow as he could hear his heart beat ring out in his ears and a blinding flash blinded him. When he opened the again he felt a strong energy pulse through him. His blood was pumping and skin was crawling.
He heard her voice again, 'I can't hold on much longer, your beast is draining my energy. Fight him.'
The words echoed in his mind as he roared and Marcus turned around a shocked look on his face.
"What did you fucking do, Lydia?" He asked as Drake jumped at him the strength behind the motion sending them both through the wooden wall. Lydia leaned back against the wall gasping for a small breath of air as she concentrated on Drake's life force.
His energy was overwhelming her and her whole body was shaking at the rate of power in which she was draining from herself.
Drake roared again showing his fangs as he punched a clearly surprised Marcus. Marcus came back with a punch of his own but Drake ducked and brought his claws back up slicing him from above his pants to right below his neck. He closed his fist quickly and punched Marcus' jaw with a shattering force.
Marcus fell back blood spewing from his mouth as he coughed and his signature power started to fade. "There will be no one to help you now that your very own kin are dead."
"I," He began punching him in the chest and in the face with each word, "will-avenge-them!" The last punch he sent flying at Marcus seemed to have broke a few ribs and Marcus' transformation failed as he turned back into his human form and fell back through the window.
Drake fell and tried to shut the power link Lydia seemed to be feeding him with. 'What are you doing?'
"You need your energy i-in case he comes back and we have to move." He said out loud stuttering over a word as he winced when he recognized the pain the jolted through him once again.
He layed on the floor and barely could sense Marcus fleeing away from him, but he did sense Lydia walk into the room her blue eyes looking over his form quickly.
"We have to get that out."
Drake held his eyes shut, "I will be fine, just give me a second."
Without warning Lydia kneeled beside him though and placed her hand gently on the metal running through his body.
'Don't move.' Her mind told him faintly as he registered what was about to happen.
He felt her grab his hand and squeeze it gently. 'Concentrate on your anger at the moment.'
He did as he was told as images flashed through his mind and he felt a small jolt he opened his eyes to find Lydia holding the annoying piece of metal in her hands.
Drake glanced at her eyes which were now an icy blue. The smell of fresh blood was making her lust and he knew it.
He owed her his life, he felt her begin to draw back when he gave her hand a firm squeeze, making her look at him intently her eyes still icy blue.
He turned their hands over exposing his veins on his wrist to her.
"No." She told him firmly.
"You drained your energy when you gave it to me, and saved my life. I owe it to you."
"If I take anymore of your blood you will die."
"No," He hesitated, "I won't."
She sighed as she glanced down at his wrist his grip still firm on her hand.
"Drink and regain some of your energy incase he brings reinforcements."
He held his wrist up closer to her face this time and she opened her mouth unable to resist the offer any longer. Her fangs broke the skin on his wrist with with a faint cracking sound.
He closed his eyes feeling her drink from his wrist. He had to admit that it didn't feel to bad past the biting part.
She stopped herself moments later, "I can't drain anymore."
Placing his wrist back down she gave him a grateful smile and their wasn't a drop of blood spilled on her mouth.
Drake smiled back when image after image played over in his mind to fast for him to catch at first as his head felt like it would explode.
A lone woman sitting beside a tree as the leafs fell in the darkness of the night and the light from the moon.
Drake sat up quickly ignoring the pain in his stomach as he gasped for air a sudden sense invading his mind.
"Lydia..." He whispered.
"What is it?" She asked concerned from his behavior.
"Lydia." He repeated just as quiet, "Don't let go."
She recognized the tone and the voice now. How could she have ever forgotten.
A memory played out in her mind. A man stood beside her leaning against the large tree she sat under.
"I'm sorry." She said a tear coming to her eye as the man stared out at the lake.
"I just don't understand." He started.
"I can't let them kill you."
"And I can't let them take you from me."
"We have no other option." She told him as he dropped to the ground beside her.
"I love you." He told her his voice soft and strong at the same time, "I can't let you go."
"As I love you, that's why you must understand the decision I have come to."
He sighed and kissed her cheek gently, "Lydia.. don't let go."
He stood then and walked away leaving her there by the lake to cry to herself silently. "I never will, Christopher."
Lydia looked back at Drake.
He gave her a sad smile, "Don't let go." He repeated.
"I never have, Christopher Drake."
~*~
A/N: HAHAHA! I will admit this chapter..is up..very late, and I apologize. But, it is longer than normal, and don't be surprised when I tell you I wrote the whole thing from where Drake started walking in one sitting. :D, the ideas spilled out and that is where we are now. Sorry all of you Michael/Selene fans out there, even though I am a big one too!
Not much happened between them in this chapter, but I hoped you enjoyed the fight and the reuniting of 'Christopher' Drake and Lydia. I don't know if any of you seen it coming, but oh well, if you didn't now you know! Interesting twist and I want to thank my cousin for giving me the idea! If you're confused, don't worry about it, I am starting the next chapter while I still have the creative vibe.
I really want to answer the reviews but I just can't seem to do it as of the moment, so if I don't get around to posting one up, I will just answer all of them at the end of the story! And that's far away.....I will try though.
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It wasn't as if he had never kissed her before, he had, but not like this, not when she was human. He had missed her touch, and it seemed as forever since he felt her lips against his.
She moved forward he could sense it even with his eyes closed. Even at the slow movement they were in, their lips crashed together with force. For the first time, Michael felt her lips, and instead of being cold as ice, they were infact warm like his own.
That was his last thought as his mind went blank and the kiss became deeper.
His arms tightened around her waist as the kiss grew more passionate and aggressive. Michael pulled away from her, but kept his eyes closed, out of breath he began to speak, "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be," She replied her breath coming in short gasps.
He opened his eyes to find Selene gazing right back at him. Her hand moved and brushed a strand of hair back behind his ear. He remained silent focusing on the feeling of her now touching his face with her hand.
She leaned forward slightly, her gaze clouded and glazed as her breathing started to return to normal. Michael could hear the distinct sound of her heartbeat pulse faster than normal as she moved forward quickly pressing her lips to his.
She pulled him closer as they kissed, trying to be close to him, and feel him against her. Michael moved his feet, also heading towards the same goal that she was. They tripped and stumbled, falling onto the bed, Selene resting on top of Michael, their lips still locked.
The palms of Selene's hands rested on his bare chest as she stared at him a moment after breaking the kiss. His hands still rested calmly on her waist.
A strong force of passion was coursing through her, one that she hadn't felt before, and one that she didn't understand. The feeling didn't feel new to her, but it did in a way. Maybe this was how the vampire Selene felt about Michael but never acted on the feelings.
Her hair had fallen over her face, and sense their faces were almost touching, it cut them off from anything around them, acting as a shield.
Michael tilted his head up and gave her a chaste kiss, soft and gentle. As he pulled away he noticed her staring at him, with something swirling about in her eyes, an emotion he hadn't seen there before.
"What is it?" He asked, his tone concerned.
"Nothing." She whispered her breath warm against his face.
Michael stared at her for a moment longer bringing his hand up to touch her face, that still seemed unaged for being over two hundred years old.
She gave him a small smile before resting her head on his shoulder and burying her face against his neck.
He couldn't even imagine what she must have been thinking at the moment. She seemed very open when she was human, and he didn't know exactly how hurt the death of her family must have been. It turned her into a cold warrior, and he could honestly say that he didn't doubt Viktor had something to do with that.
Viktor, he wrecked this woman's life. Killed her family, and made her a vampire. The other part of him wanted to thank him, not for killing her family, but for changing her, if he didn't, he would have never met the incredible woman that was laying on top of him.
He felt her breathing begin to slow and fall into a normal pace. He moved his head to look at her and found that her eyes were closed. He knew that without her vampire energys, she would be more tired, not accustom to the living hours and all. It didn't take him a month to figure that one out as he watched her.
He felt his eyelids become heavier as he slowly started to drift, he blinked slowly a few more times his breathing becoming shallow.
"I love you, Selene." He murmured his eyes closing and fell into a deep sleep.
~*~
Drake sighed as he stepped off the roof of a building, his feet hitting the ground with a strange softness. Glancing around the street it seemed that almost no one there had noticed it, without another thought on it, he walked straight his head pointed to the ground and the moon outlining his figure as he went.
His shoulders tensed as he felt a strong force in the building beside him, and for the life of him he didn't know why he hadn't sensed it before.
Tilting his head to the side, Drake looked around him only to find that there was no one on the street around him. Bending his knees, Drake jumped into the air, his hands managing to grab a window ledge as he placed his feet on the side of the building.
Bending his knees once more, he pressed off the wall, moving higher and feeling the presence grow much stronger. His eyes became glazed, the sense of the power close to him was starting to overwhelm him.
He was almost level with it now, one more jump. As his hands gripped the window ledge tightly he peered through the window.
A woman stood with her back to him. Blood filled his senses and his eyes shifted quickly to her hands that were closed at her side. Blood dripped from them slowly, making puddles of blood on the floor around her.
He bit his tongue trying to keep the scent of blood out of his mind. Instead he started to focus on her.
She wore a hood over her head and a leather jacket that stopped at her ankles hanging a few inches from the ground.
Drake jumped back a bit when she started to move, turning around. Even in the darkness he could see her eyes as she turned to face him, her eyes burning a hole through him.
They were icy blue, that of a vampire, but somehow they seemed different, a sense of pain emitted from their cold depths.
He knew all hope was lost for spying as her fists unclenched and her hood fell back away from her face.
"What do you want?" Her voice soft.
"Sorry," He mumbled pulling himself up and through the open window, "I didn't mean to-"
"Invade my privacy." She finished for him a small grin on her face.
"Yeah."
There was a long silence as they stood their.
"Are you alright?" Drake asked a hint of worry in his voice.
"Fine." She replied quickly, "I'm guessing the scent of blood called you to me?"
"Something like that." He said giving her a nervous smile.
"You scent tells me that you're a lycan."
"Yours tells me that you're a vampire."
She nodded as the blood on her hands started to dry and the cuts began to heal quickly.
Drake glanced at her hands for a second before his eyes came back up to her's. They were still blue, but not that of a vampire, they were dark and held a warm sense about them.
"What's your name?" She asked him taking a step towards a chair in the corner of the room, her hair falling over her face.
He hesitated for a moment as a strange feeling came over him, "Drake." He replied.
"Hello, Drake. I'm-"
"Lydia." He told her quickly.
"That's right," She told him with a confused smile, "How did you-"
"I've only felt a power as strong as yours three times in my life." She tilted her head confused, "Right now, then yesterday at the lycan den, and more than six hundred centurys ago."
Lydia only smiled the moonlight playing over her features as she remained silent. However, that was only for a moment, "Why are you here?"
He didn't really want to say that he had been sent to keep an eye on her, because in all truth, Drake knew Michael didn't order him to do this. He didn't even have to follow Luke's orders, maybe he was just... curious.
She would probably sense if he was lying though, and he could feel the sweat forming on his forehead as he scratched his head.
"Orders."
"Not from Michael, I presume?"
"You presume correctly." He told her grinning but his face soon fell into a frown, "Besides, I am not on the best of terms with him at the moment."
Lydia nodded knowing whatever had occured had effected the lycan that stood before her.
"Do you mind if I ask what happened?"
"Only if you don't mind me asking what was going on when I- peered through your window." He said pausing and feeling embarassed.
She nodded, "It is only fair, but you first."
He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair, "Well, it started when I bumped into Selene in the hallway after our meeting. She is very different as a human than she was as a vampire, much more open." Lydia nodded for him to continue as he leaned up against the wall.
"Luke had come up to us and I told me I was to watch you since the rest of his team were to be spying on the vampire mansion. He then started teasing me..." He trailed off uncertain of telling her anything about the teasing.
"About me?" She asked the corner of her lips twitching. He was about to ask her how she knew when she began talking again, "You said the last time you felt my power was centurys ago, and if Luke is the type of person that I think he is, he probably brought something up about you knowing me anyways."
Drake's mouth hung open in shock, "You really are as smart as they say you are, aren't you?"
This made Lydia give a small laugh, "Who are they?"
He seemed to regain control of his mouth and smiled, "The countless books and reports, not to mention Lucian's own stories of you. Even some of our encounters with you have been talked about for months."
She paused her expression unreadable at the moment, "I hold nothing against you kind, it is just sometimes it is hard to go against your nature."
He nodded understanding what she meant. She exhaled deeply resting her hands on her lap, "Tell me, what happened that made Michael upset with you?"
"I let my anger get the best of me," He said his voice weak as he looked at the ground, "I changed and so did Luke, it was one of the fights most of us normally had around the den, but this one was different, I forgot about the human Selene standing only feet away from us."
Lydia gave a small gasp, "The poor girl, she must have been frightened."
"I know, I got an earful from William already about being an idiot. I feel bad too, but I don't know really what to do about it now."
"There is nothing you can do to erase the past." She told him looking out the window at the stars, "The best thing you can do is live for the moment you have. You can apologize for mistakes, and celebrate for accomplishments, but it does no good to live in the past, or try to change it."
Drake stayed silent for a moment but the gave her a soft half smile as she looked up at her, "So, what about you? What was going on when I-" He hesitated, "-came in?"
"I was trying to sense Vincent."
"Were you able to?" Drake asked looking slightly concerned.
"No." She sighed a little surprised that he knew who Vincent was.
"Was it because I came in?"
"No," She answered again her blue eyes focusing calmly on him, "He is blocking his scent and mind from me."
Drake gave her a confused look, "Okay, I'm not a vampire, so can you actually do that?"
"Elder vampires." She answered her eyes flashing, "We can sense those of our kin and others amoung the clans, even humans at most times. I am the only who uses it, It think. Vincent has been able to keep me from his mind so that I do not come after him or know where he is for that matter."
"Hearing that, it makes us lycans sound really stupid and dull."
Lydia gave him another smile, "I think you all have something that makes you different, probably the way you all care for eachother as a group, you're all like family. With vampires, they are power hungry always trying to be better than the best."
"Sorta the same with lycans, we all compete in our own ways."
"Every race does." Lydia admitted.
Drake looked out the window before returning his gaze to her, "Why was there blood coming out of your hands?"
Lydia lifted both of her hands towards him and turned them over as they lay open he noticed the slight finger nail marks in her skin where the wounds must have been before they healed. "It's harder to concentrate on finding a mortal, immortal."
"Did that happen on purpose?" He asked examining her hands more closely, he knew their claws were powerful, but didn't think that they would puncture their skin the way her's seemed to have been.
"No, atleast I don't think so. Vincent is farther away than I thought he would be, trying to reach him takes most of my mind and will, I didn't notice until I felt your presence at my window."
Drake gave her a smirk a little of his normal self showing through, "It might have been a good thing I was "spying" then."
Lydia gave a short laugh, "Yes, it might have been."
Drake smiled and took in a deep breath. His eyebrows went together as he tried to concentrate.
Lydia must have sensed the same thing as she tilted her head. "Strange." He heard her mutter as she stood up.
"You're telling me." He said sighing and clenching his fists at his side.
"A hybrid, he is coming this way." Out of the corner of his eyes he could see her's turn an icy blue almost glowing in age and power.
He felt his own hair stand up on the back of his neck and his eyes began to change not wanting to frighten her he held himself back, a growl still in his throat.
"It's not Michael." He warned.
"I know, it must be Marcus."
Drake remembered how close to death he had been after his encounter with Marcus and knew of his new found power and abilities. "You should go." He told Lydia.
"I live here. I am not going anywhere. The spoiled little Marcus will not scare me off."
"Maybe not, but I have already delt with him once in his hybrid state, and it's not pretty."
He could practically hear Lydia roll her eyes as the hybrid got closer.
"He is moving rather slow." Lydia told him glancing in his direction.
"Maybe he found out about the spy team and was attacked." Even though Michael told them not to attack. He added as an afterthought.
"How many were on the team?"
"I don't know, they were some of our eldest and most experienced though, I think there was about ten of them."
Lydia simply nodded, "And they sent you to watch me?"
"Well, I am the oldest out of everyone there, I am just never taken seriously." Lydia smiled at this showing her fangs before returning her gaze to the window and tracking the sense of power that was coming nearer.
"Why do you think he is coming here?"
"He probably senses a lycan and a vampire. Viktor trained him, he does not believe in blending of the spieces either."
"Damn." Drake said under his breath, which made Lydia almost laugh as she placed her hand on the wall beside the window and looked out.
"I see him."
"I want to give you one last chance to leave. He almost killed me once, he won't do it again."
"There is no point he has already sensed the both of us by now, if one of us flees he will just track the other down again."
"True." Drake said quietly as a figure landed on the wall the strength making the building shake slightly.
Lydia didn't even flinch only moved her hands calmly to her sides. Drake glanced at her feeling his own hands become slightly moist with sweat.
She stepped away from the window closer to him but her back was still towards him. Marcus jumped through the window the glass shattering and Drake covered his eyes as did Lydia to avoid the sharp objects.
Marcus stood before them his hair wet and his breathing heavy. Drake noticed cuts on his face and smirked a bit.
"Still alive animal?" He asked sneering.
"Alive and well, Marcus. Having a little trouble with the crowds these days?"
A deep growl came from his throat, before he lunged at Drake shoving him against the wall, "Why weren't you with your little friends when I killed them?"
Drake's eyes widened. He wasn't to fond of his fellow kin, but his anger was starting to overwhelm him.
"You bastard!" He screamed pushing Marcus away from him and punching him in the face.
"I knew I should have finished you off when I had the chance."
"Well, here is your chance." Drake said pulling his coat off revealing that he wasn't transforming but still wore pants.
"It will be my pleasure." Marcus said shedding his own coat and transforming.
Drake glanced at Lydia who was standing in the corner of the room next to him watching them intently.
Drake was the first to move dropping to the ground and tripping Marcus who just pushed himself back up. Drake's eyes turned black for a second before flashing back to normal and the fight continued.
Marcus caught Drake's fist as it came towards him and flipped him over. Drake grunted but used the momentum to pull him down with him. Drake was the first to his feet feeling energy pulse through him.
Lydia had her eyes closed focusing her energy on the lycan before her as he moved swiftly across the room.
Marcus punched him sending him stumbling backwards as he stood back up.
"You can't win boy."
"No, but I can kick your ass until someone else kills you." He said jumping towards him, "And I am NOT a boy!"
Marcus caught his shoudlers before he could reach him though, sending him flying backwards and out the window he had entered previously the glass shattering and cutting into his skin.
Lydia gasped but felt a little relief wash over her when she saw his hands still on the window ledge pulling himself back up.
As he jumped back up to come through the window Marcus jumped forward kicking him in the face and knocking him out of the window once more. The sudden shock from the hit sent him flying from the building and down onto a car on the street below setting off the alarm and Marcus smirked turning to Lydia.
"How nice to see you. Lydia."
"Nice to see you too again, Marcus." She said glaring at him.
In less than a second his cold black eyes were only inches from her blue ones, and his heavy breathing blowing on her face.
"Back off!" She yelled shoving him backwards which sent him flying over a table and into a cabinet breaking on impact.
"You little bitch! Is that any way to treat your leader? He asked starting to come after her roaring, only something jumped through the window tackling him to the ground before he could reach her.
He bared his fangs looking at a bloody Drake who had a metal piece from the car lodged in his side.
He gave a short laugh, "Not through yet?"
"Never." He said right back this time when his eyes turned black from anger, the power behind them never wavered.
Lydia noticed him wincing as he took in a deep breath, "Silver..." She trailed off as the lycan jumped forward his claws extending as he transformed part way. A trick she knew that older lycans were able to do so that they would not lose themselves completely to the beast within.
The claws broke Marcus' armour like skin in his midsection slicing him open and small trickles of blood beginning to form at their corners.
Drake stepped back quickly as Marcus lurched forward his fist planning to make contact with him. Using Marcus' momentum against him Drake grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him towards him before kneeing him in the gut and uppercutting him across the room.
The movement made him stop as the metal lodged in his side shifted in his organ that it had punctured and he could feel the steam rise from the wound.
He closed his eyes tightly but opened them when he heard Marcus shift infront of him. Before he had time to react Marcus had moved forward and punched him in the chest a couple of times while he tried to block but it was useless as Marcus took an opening to grab the piece of silver and push it farther.
Drake let out a scream of pain as he fell to his knees and felt the object pierce his other side, now completely going through him.
Marcus gave a laugh as Drake rolled on the floor trying to pull the metal out but to no success. He then looked up at Lydia who was staring back at him her eyes blazing in the dark room.
"Worried about the little animal?" He asked.
Lydia would admit even though she did have instinct to kill lycans most of the time, Drake reminded her of the time when she was with Lucian, and the man she had once upon a time loved. In truth, Drake was almost the only lycan she had felt comfortable with in almost a century.
Of course, she felt comfortable with Michael, but Drake had an aura about him that intrigued her and at the same time made her wonder what was going on. She hadn't known him very long, but she could relate to him and that was all she needed.
He even tried to protect her by telling her she should leave, but she didn't want to leave him alone knowing what powers Marcus may hold now that he was hybrid. She felt almost exhausted though, she had been tranfering energy to Drake. She had never done that to a lycan before and his energy was already at a boiling point when she began.
Silently she tried to enter his mind as her gaze stayed focused on the man before her.
'Drake..' His head snapped up ignoring the pain he gave her a questioning look as Marcus didn't seem to notice anything.
'Relax your mind, I can't reach you if you don't' His eyes wide he only nodded and focused away from the pain and only on her eyes.
Time seemed to slow as he could hear his heart beat ring out in his ears and a blinding flash blinded him. When he opened the again he felt a strong energy pulse through him. His blood was pumping and skin was crawling.
He heard her voice again, 'I can't hold on much longer, your beast is draining my energy. Fight him.'
The words echoed in his mind as he roared and Marcus turned around a shocked look on his face.
"What did you fucking do, Lydia?" He asked as Drake jumped at him the strength behind the motion sending them both through the wooden wall. Lydia leaned back against the wall gasping for a small breath of air as she concentrated on Drake's life force.
His energy was overwhelming her and her whole body was shaking at the rate of power in which she was draining from herself.
Drake roared again showing his fangs as he punched a clearly surprised Marcus. Marcus came back with a punch of his own but Drake ducked and brought his claws back up slicing him from above his pants to right below his neck. He closed his fist quickly and punched Marcus' jaw with a shattering force.
Marcus fell back blood spewing from his mouth as he coughed and his signature power started to fade. "There will be no one to help you now that your very own kin are dead."
"I," He began punching him in the chest and in the face with each word, "will-avenge-them!" The last punch he sent flying at Marcus seemed to have broke a few ribs and Marcus' transformation failed as he turned back into his human form and fell back through the window.
Drake fell and tried to shut the power link Lydia seemed to be feeding him with. 'What are you doing?'
"You need your energy i-in case he comes back and we have to move." He said out loud stuttering over a word as he winced when he recognized the pain the jolted through him once again.
He layed on the floor and barely could sense Marcus fleeing away from him, but he did sense Lydia walk into the room her blue eyes looking over his form quickly.
"We have to get that out."
Drake held his eyes shut, "I will be fine, just give me a second."
Without warning Lydia kneeled beside him though and placed her hand gently on the metal running through his body.
'Don't move.' Her mind told him faintly as he registered what was about to happen.
He felt her grab his hand and squeeze it gently. 'Concentrate on your anger at the moment.'
He did as he was told as images flashed through his mind and he felt a small jolt he opened his eyes to find Lydia holding the annoying piece of metal in her hands.
Drake glanced at her eyes which were now an icy blue. The smell of fresh blood was making her lust and he knew it.
He owed her his life, he felt her begin to draw back when he gave her hand a firm squeeze, making her look at him intently her eyes still icy blue.
He turned their hands over exposing his veins on his wrist to her.
"No." She told him firmly.
"You drained your energy when you gave it to me, and saved my life. I owe it to you."
"If I take anymore of your blood you will die."
"No," He hesitated, "I won't."
She sighed as she glanced down at his wrist his grip still firm on her hand.
"Drink and regain some of your energy incase he brings reinforcements."
He held his wrist up closer to her face this time and she opened her mouth unable to resist the offer any longer. Her fangs broke the skin on his wrist with with a faint cracking sound.
He closed his eyes feeling her drink from his wrist. He had to admit that it didn't feel to bad past the biting part.
She stopped herself moments later, "I can't drain anymore."
Placing his wrist back down she gave him a grateful smile and their wasn't a drop of blood spilled on her mouth.
Drake smiled back when image after image played over in his mind to fast for him to catch at first as his head felt like it would explode.
A lone woman sitting beside a tree as the leafs fell in the darkness of the night and the light from the moon.
Drake sat up quickly ignoring the pain in his stomach as he gasped for air a sudden sense invading his mind.
"Lydia..." He whispered.
"What is it?" She asked concerned from his behavior.
"Lydia." He repeated just as quiet, "Don't let go."
She recognized the tone and the voice now. How could she have ever forgotten.
A memory played out in her mind. A man stood beside her leaning against the large tree she sat under.
"I'm sorry." She said a tear coming to her eye as the man stared out at the lake.
"I just don't understand." He started.
"I can't let them kill you."
"And I can't let them take you from me."
"We have no other option." She told him as he dropped to the ground beside her.
"I love you." He told her his voice soft and strong at the same time, "I can't let you go."
"As I love you, that's why you must understand the decision I have come to."
He sighed and kissed her cheek gently, "Lydia.. don't let go."
He stood then and walked away leaving her there by the lake to cry to herself silently. "I never will, Christopher."
Lydia looked back at Drake.
He gave her a sad smile, "Don't let go." He repeated.
"I never have, Christopher Drake."
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A/N: HAHAHA! I will admit this chapter..is up..very late, and I apologize. But, it is longer than normal, and don't be surprised when I tell you I wrote the whole thing from where Drake started walking in one sitting. :D, the ideas spilled out and that is where we are now. Sorry all of you Michael/Selene fans out there, even though I am a big one too!
Not much happened between them in this chapter, but I hoped you enjoyed the fight and the reuniting of 'Christopher' Drake and Lydia. I don't know if any of you seen it coming, but oh well, if you didn't now you know! Interesting twist and I want to thank my cousin for giving me the idea! If you're confused, don't worry about it, I am starting the next chapter while I still have the creative vibe.
I really want to answer the reviews but I just can't seem to do it as of the moment, so if I don't get around to posting one up, I will just answer all of them at the end of the story! And that's far away.....I will try though.
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