William closed his eyes as Luke walked in the room, covered in cuts and blood dripping from his dirty form. He opened them when Luke started to talk.
"Can you help me Doc?" He asked, his voice missing it's usual tone.
"Sure, Luke." He replied taking off his coat and pulling his sleeves up; walking over to the sink to wash his hands he heard Luke sit down in a chair.
"Were you planning on going out somewhere?" He asked.
"Nope," William replied putting the latex gloves on his hands and turning to face him, "Already been out."
"Run into anything with fangs and icy blue eyes?"
"Actually," William started grabbing his tools and taking a seat on his stool, "I did."
Luke raised his eyebrows, "What happened?"
"I killed him." William said shortly cleaning the wound on Luke's head from the blows he recieved there.
"What happened?" William asked grabbing a cloth and pouring alcohol on it so he could help clean it better.
"The vampires must have found out that we were there, they used Silencers at first, but then came out full force," Luke paused his voice cracking a bit. William had always thought Luke to be really tough, something horrible must have happened then, "I'm the only one that survived."
William's eyes widened knowing that his thoughts had actually happened, and more than half of him wished he hadn't been correct in his thoughts.
"You're very lucky." William told him placing a bandage on his head as Luke winced a bit.
"Tell me about it." He said running a hand through his dark hair; avoiding his new wound.
"It will heal in a few days, and other wounds?"
Luke looked at himself, "Not really, thanks."
"No problem, Luke."
Without another word Luke walked out of the room touching the new bandage lightly. William sighed as he took off his gloves and sat down heavily in the chair. Just when things were starting to look up, they suddenly didn't.
He wondered where Drake was at the moment. He was the only one William ever trusted with his thoughts, but maybe something happened, there would always be later anyways, he thought to himself as he tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling light.
~*~
Drake watched Lydia open her eyes, "What is it?" He asked her.
"He is coming."
"You mean it actually worked?"
"Ye-Wait," Lydia paused giving him a mock glare, "Did you doubt my abilities?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant and you know it." He told her pointing at her, his finger almost hitting her nose.
"You're right." She said smiling and kissing him, before pulling back and beginning to speak again, "The thoughts I sent to him are bringing him back, although I think his own dreams had something to do with that fact. We're lucky he was asleep when we attempted this or it would have never worked."
"I guess we are just lucky then."
"Just." She told him leaning against his shoulder.
"Should we head back to the den before the sun comes up? To see what is going to happen and what has happened." He asked her leaning his head on her's.
"Sure, only if you're up to it though, you lost a lot of blood and I'm not sure how long you could last before we reach the den from here."
"It's not that far." He told her.
"Not when you came, but it will seem longer on the way back."
"Then why don't you carry me?" He asked grinning with humor shining in his eyes.
"I'm afraid that I would drop you." She told him challenging him with her tone.
"But you are stronger than anyone else I have ever met. How could you drop me?"
"On purpose." She said to herself but with his immortal hearing he could hear her clearly.
"I'll show you on purpose." He growled playfully moving quickly and tackling her to the couch pinning her hands above her head."
"You definately are Christopher Drake." She told him quietly staring into his eyes.
"Was there ever any doubt?" He asked his face now only inches from hers.
"At the begin-" He kissed her then but pulled away too soon for the both of them.
"Don't answer that." Drake said before leaning down to kiss her once more.
When they pulled away they decided that it was time to leave and if they didn't they would not make it before sunrise.
Drake walked confidently down the stairs Lydia behind him ready to catch him if his step wavered. But looking at him now she couldn't even tell that he had went through hell just about an hour before.
"You amaze me." She told him as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"I know I do, I am just an amazing person." He told her grinning.
"Has your ego always been this big? Or is it a recent developement?" Lydia asked.
"It could be both, I think it started the day I met you."
"Nice to know that for a fact."
"Isn't it?"
She stopped and looked at him, "Don't make me stop this conversation."
Drake smiled remembering her saying the exact same thing when his life was much more simple and he was much more, mortal.
"You started it."
"I never meant for you to finish it."
"Then answer the question."
"No, it isn't nice to know that." She said raising her voice but was smiling in her tone, their conversations always ended like this a long time ago, when their relationship was still a secret, to everyone.
Drake put his hand over his heart and squeezed his eyes shut.
Lydia sighed, "Oh, stop being such a baby."
He paused, "You mean I am not?" He asked his voice and facial expression looking and sounding shocked.
She rolled her eyes now. "No, I cannot believe this, I have gone through all these years thinking that I was just another kid." He continued.
Lydia smacked him lightly upside the head, "Do you want me to burn to a crisp when the sun come up."
Drake switched to his serious mode, "No," He told her wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Then lets move." He nodded now, not wanting to lose something he thought he had lost many years ago. They moved apart slightly but Drake still let his hand linger around her waist as the continued to walk. The pain he felt disappearing for the moment.
~*~
Vincent stepped off the train the wind blowing his bangs across his face. He sniffed the air before walking. Glancing up at the moon, he sighed. It looked darker under his sun glasses. No matter how many times he hadn't worn them, he didn't think people on the train would like to see someone with red eyes staring back at him.
As he returned his sights on the street before him he ran into someone almost knocking them over. "Sorry," He mumbled bending over to pick up his glasses that had fallen off of his face.
Vincent looked back up to see a girl about twenty standing in front of him her eyes looking at his curiously. He thought she was going to scream or something but she didn't, she just stared at him.
"I'm so-" He started, trying to put his glasses back on.
"I like your eyes." She told him, pulling his hand down so she could see his eyes, before he could finish his sentence.
He gave her a surprised look as he stared at her almost like it was the first time he had noticed anything about her. She had chestnut hair and brown eyes that appeared to have flecks of red in them.
"Thanks." He told her, "Sorry about running into you, I should have been watching where I was going."
"That's okay, I wasn't watching either." She told him giving him a smile.
They stared at eachother in silence for a few moments before Vincent spoke up, "I should get going, I have to meet with my...grandmother." He said pausing for a moment when his words failed his mind.
"Okay, maybe I will see you around sometime."
"Maybe." He told her as she walked away from him giving him one last wave as she stepped onto the train.
He watched her go for a minute before replacing his glasses and heading back towards the lycan den where he was sure Lydia would be considering that is where she felt most welcome and if she wasn't he would look at her house.
He rounded the corner of the street and broke out into a dead run trying to reach his destination as the sun came up over the horizon behind his form.
The streets were almost empty like every morning in this city, with the exception of the people arriving from a night shift of their job, or people leaving to go through their long day at work.
Even if he wasn't a vampire, a lycan, or a demon of any sort, he was thankful that he could sense other immortal presences. Looking up at the top of a buildling he noticed a figure looking down at him. He could smell both vampire and lycan in the area surrounding him, the bad part is that the figure could be a vampire, but being so close to the lycan den could be influencing his decision, in thinking that it was a hybrid.
Taking a step back he clenched his fists at his side. The figure didn't jump off the building however, instead they turned and left.
Vincent, who was shocked, pushed the thought and scene that had just transpired out of his mind. Maybe it was just a spy, although if they were this close to the lycan den, there was no doubt that they new where it was. It wasn't that hard to find considering the scents, but to a younger vampire, it would be quite hard.
Sighing to himself he looked at the entrance before him and hesitantly brought his hand up to the door knocking on it.
~*~
William looked up from his book when the door opened and Drake walked in a smile on his face.
"What do you want?" He asked setting the book down.
"I want to introduce you to the love of my life."
"Are you drunk?" He asked narrowing his gaze.
"No, no. I am very sober."
"Where did you meet this one?"
"By a lake," William opened his mouth to interrupt but Drake just continued, "Before the lycan revolt."
William looked at him curiously, "What do you mean?"
"I met her before I was turned." Drake stated simply.
"You mean to tell me, you have just found her again?"
"Yeah."
"What a load of sh-"
"Oh, Lydia," Drake called stopping William in his tracks, "He doesn't believe me."
"I don't blame him." She said stepping into the room.
William froze his eyes widening, "You realize that Luke will make fun of you horribly once he is himself again."
"Yes, I know that he will." Drake said wrapping his arm around Lydia's waist, "But what was that about you saying him being himself again?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Uh..I'm drawing a blank here."
"The spy team was slaughtered. The only one who survived was Luke."
Drake looked down at the ground at the moment. "Christopher, you knew about this."
He looked at Lydia, "Yeah, I just didn't know how bad it was."
"Wait, hold on just a minute." William said from his seat behind his larger desk, "Your name is Christopher?"
Drake glared at him, "Yes, my name is Christopher, Christopher Drake."
William started laughing and Drake's eyes became even narrower.
"I'm sorry," He said wiping his eyes as he was sure that he face was red from the lack of oxygen.
"You better be." Drake said glaring at the man who had saved his life countless times, "Besides, I am sure that William is not your real name. Tell me your full name."
William crossed his arms over his chest and layed back against his chair, "William is my name actually, William Bennington."
"Nice last name." Drake commented.
"Same with yours Christopher Drake." He retorted.
The two glared at eachother a moment before Drake sniffed the air, "Did you meet someone fangy tonight?"
William sighed, what was it with the warriors asking him this question, and how could they smell the dust the blew over him? "Yes."
"Killed 'em didn't you?"
"Yes, bullet straight to the head."
Drake grinned, "I have tought you well grasshopper."
"You haven't tought me anything except how to annoy people." The brown haired man said idily as he turned his chair around and grabbed a notebook.
"That is not true." He said looking at Lydia out of the corner of his eye.
"Yes, it is." William told him peering at him through his glasses before opening the book and pulling out his pen.
"Are you still at it?"
"I told Michael I would do everything in my power and put this at my top priority, so I am."
Drake could feel Lydia tense up at his side as she got a better look at what he was doing.
"Well, you're loyal, that's one thing I know for sure about you."
William bit his lip as he sketched around on his notepad, drawing the device in which Vincent used. "That's me. Trustable and reliable William." He grinned slightly as he put the notebook back down on the desk in front of him.
"What do you have to add to the pile I have been working on?"
Drake paused a moment, "Uh.. I haven't got anything to add."
William only nodded as he stood up and walked over to one of his shelfs, he pulled out a couple of books before speaking again, "You see Drake, there is a reason I am a doctor, and there is a reason I am the one that has to do this."
"What is the reason?"
"It's my duty, and I am the only one here, who I think," He paused looking down in his book, he knew he had to provoke Drake to get any kind of answer out of him, "Wants to really save her life."
Drake glared at him for a second, "You know William, you're not the only one who cares about her, sure I don't have as many one on one talks with her, but I know she is important to Michael, and Michael is like a brother to me, and that makes her more important than just some girl he is head over heels with."
"I do know. Just tell me why won't you help her when you obviously know something that you won't tell me, tell us."
"We have been down this path before, and I still cannot tell you anything even if I wanted to."
William slammed his book down on the desk and looked at Drake his hands twitching in anger, "It is not about what you can or cannot do! You know Michael loves her, and if he finds out that you know something, anything, he will get it out of you any way he can!"
Drake only nodded trying to keep his temper below the boiling point.
"Are you scared, Drake?" William asked.
"Of what?"
"Scared that we will look at you different, or hate you for the secrets that you cannot tell. Is that your problem?"
"NO!" He shouted moving from Lydia's side and stepping up to William.
"Then what is your fucking problem?" William screamed in his face.
"You want to know my problem?" William nodded his eyes never leaving Drake's, "My problem is that you don't trust me enough to know that I will tell you, all of you when the time is right!"
"Well, maybe that time is now!"
"It couldn't be." Drake told him.
"How are you so sure, remember sudden? It can happen anytime, how are we to know that it hasn't happened already?"
"Because, it just isn't possible."
"Oh, but it is."
Lydia watched the two exchange words, they seemed very capable of sharing what they felt with each other openly. But they had gotten more violent from the minute.
William slammed Drake against the wall, "This is a life or death situation. If you don't tell me, I will take action."
"Like what? Bore me to death with books and sketches?"
William growled his eyes flashing in anger, "No, like hurting you by shooting you."
It was then Drake noticed that William had a gun in his right hand.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything." He whispered not needing to shout because they were so close. "I want to know everything you know about this virus, and I want you to tell me how to stop it."
"Fine!" Drake yelled, "But first put me down."
William dropped him to his feet and took a step back, he turned his head and clenched his fist around the handle of the gun.
"How do you know everything anyways?" William asked still not making eye contact.
"Because, I have been through it." Drake said looking at Lydia who nodded for him to continue.
~*~
Selene broke away from the heated kiss she was sharing with Michael to smile at him. Whether she was human or vampire, she knew without a doubt in her heart that she was in love with this man before her.
He smiled back at her, his eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, even in the dim light of the room.
"I never want this to end." He whispered in a low voice, still out of breath.
"Me neither. But how do you figure it will end?"
"Hopefully the same way it started." He told her.
"How was that?"
"Like this." He replied kissing her hard on the lips, and without her super fast healing, she was sure her lips would be swollen in the next couple of hours.
She grinned against his lips as they continued to kiss, her hands roaming over his body. And his hands holding her close to him as she was let run free over his body.
Selene let her palms rest on his toned chest as she pulled away slightly and kissed the corners of his mouth before diving back into the kiss, not wanting to not be able to feel his lips against her own.
When Michael stopped moving she pulled away slowly, "What is it?"
"Will-can you promise me something?"
"Sure." She told him looking at him concerned.
"No matter what happens, always keep going, and never give up."
"Michael, what do you mean? No matter 'what' happe-"
He placed a finger over her lips, "Can you just promise me?"
She looked at him silently as he removed his finger from her lips, "Always."
He gave her a smile and put his forehead against her's. "I love you."
She had heard him say it before, but somehow now, it was different, almost like he knew something she didn't.
She kissed him, trying to wash away his thoughts and his worry, but it didn't have the effect she planned, well, not all the way.
"Everything will be okay." She whispered in his ear.
"Hopefully." He told her.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that there are things I can't explain, and things that I wish weren't real. But no matter how hard I try to block them out, I know that they will happen eventually. I can't lose you."
She saw the sadness in his eyes, and for the first time knew exactly how much he loved her, how much he loved Selene. "You will never lose me."
"That's all I want to hear." He told her as he picked her up and stood from the chair, "Are you hungry?" He asked his voice still soft and full of emotion.
"Sure." She said, but in the back of her mind she wanted to know what was bothering him so much and what he was afraid of happening. There was something he wasn't telling her and she was going to find out.
~*~
A/N: Well, it didn't end with a kiss! Oh yeah, something I forgot to mention about the last chapter was that I found a way to drag Drake's secrets out, and that is by not letting you hear what he tells each person until he is telling the last person about the secret. Mean, or very creative, you decide. Anyways, hope you liked the chapter, and I would have everyone in it if only Marcus was in it.
I might be slow on the next chapter, Spanish and English report I have to work on, and I never have enough time to do them at school, so I will have to do it here at home, which means less time to write the next chapter. Our next chapter will involve the mystery girl Vincent met in this chapter, oh yes, another character as the plot thickens and I let my ideals run wild on the computer.
Thanks for reading and please review, hope you enjoyed!
"Can you help me Doc?" He asked, his voice missing it's usual tone.
"Sure, Luke." He replied taking off his coat and pulling his sleeves up; walking over to the sink to wash his hands he heard Luke sit down in a chair.
"Were you planning on going out somewhere?" He asked.
"Nope," William replied putting the latex gloves on his hands and turning to face him, "Already been out."
"Run into anything with fangs and icy blue eyes?"
"Actually," William started grabbing his tools and taking a seat on his stool, "I did."
Luke raised his eyebrows, "What happened?"
"I killed him." William said shortly cleaning the wound on Luke's head from the blows he recieved there.
"What happened?" William asked grabbing a cloth and pouring alcohol on it so he could help clean it better.
"The vampires must have found out that we were there, they used Silencers at first, but then came out full force," Luke paused his voice cracking a bit. William had always thought Luke to be really tough, something horrible must have happened then, "I'm the only one that survived."
William's eyes widened knowing that his thoughts had actually happened, and more than half of him wished he hadn't been correct in his thoughts.
"You're very lucky." William told him placing a bandage on his head as Luke winced a bit.
"Tell me about it." He said running a hand through his dark hair; avoiding his new wound.
"It will heal in a few days, and other wounds?"
Luke looked at himself, "Not really, thanks."
"No problem, Luke."
Without another word Luke walked out of the room touching the new bandage lightly. William sighed as he took off his gloves and sat down heavily in the chair. Just when things were starting to look up, they suddenly didn't.
He wondered where Drake was at the moment. He was the only one William ever trusted with his thoughts, but maybe something happened, there would always be later anyways, he thought to himself as he tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling light.
~*~
Drake watched Lydia open her eyes, "What is it?" He asked her.
"He is coming."
"You mean it actually worked?"
"Ye-Wait," Lydia paused giving him a mock glare, "Did you doubt my abilities?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant and you know it." He told her pointing at her, his finger almost hitting her nose.
"You're right." She said smiling and kissing him, before pulling back and beginning to speak again, "The thoughts I sent to him are bringing him back, although I think his own dreams had something to do with that fact. We're lucky he was asleep when we attempted this or it would have never worked."
"I guess we are just lucky then."
"Just." She told him leaning against his shoulder.
"Should we head back to the den before the sun comes up? To see what is going to happen and what has happened." He asked her leaning his head on her's.
"Sure, only if you're up to it though, you lost a lot of blood and I'm not sure how long you could last before we reach the den from here."
"It's not that far." He told her.
"Not when you came, but it will seem longer on the way back."
"Then why don't you carry me?" He asked grinning with humor shining in his eyes.
"I'm afraid that I would drop you." She told him challenging him with her tone.
"But you are stronger than anyone else I have ever met. How could you drop me?"
"On purpose." She said to herself but with his immortal hearing he could hear her clearly.
"I'll show you on purpose." He growled playfully moving quickly and tackling her to the couch pinning her hands above her head."
"You definately are Christopher Drake." She told him quietly staring into his eyes.
"Was there ever any doubt?" He asked his face now only inches from hers.
"At the begin-" He kissed her then but pulled away too soon for the both of them.
"Don't answer that." Drake said before leaning down to kiss her once more.
When they pulled away they decided that it was time to leave and if they didn't they would not make it before sunrise.
Drake walked confidently down the stairs Lydia behind him ready to catch him if his step wavered. But looking at him now she couldn't even tell that he had went through hell just about an hour before.
"You amaze me." She told him as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"I know I do, I am just an amazing person." He told her grinning.
"Has your ego always been this big? Or is it a recent developement?" Lydia asked.
"It could be both, I think it started the day I met you."
"Nice to know that for a fact."
"Isn't it?"
She stopped and looked at him, "Don't make me stop this conversation."
Drake smiled remembering her saying the exact same thing when his life was much more simple and he was much more, mortal.
"You started it."
"I never meant for you to finish it."
"Then answer the question."
"No, it isn't nice to know that." She said raising her voice but was smiling in her tone, their conversations always ended like this a long time ago, when their relationship was still a secret, to everyone.
Drake put his hand over his heart and squeezed his eyes shut.
Lydia sighed, "Oh, stop being such a baby."
He paused, "You mean I am not?" He asked his voice and facial expression looking and sounding shocked.
She rolled her eyes now. "No, I cannot believe this, I have gone through all these years thinking that I was just another kid." He continued.
Lydia smacked him lightly upside the head, "Do you want me to burn to a crisp when the sun come up."
Drake switched to his serious mode, "No," He told her wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Then lets move." He nodded now, not wanting to lose something he thought he had lost many years ago. They moved apart slightly but Drake still let his hand linger around her waist as the continued to walk. The pain he felt disappearing for the moment.
~*~
Vincent stepped off the train the wind blowing his bangs across his face. He sniffed the air before walking. Glancing up at the moon, he sighed. It looked darker under his sun glasses. No matter how many times he hadn't worn them, he didn't think people on the train would like to see someone with red eyes staring back at him.
As he returned his sights on the street before him he ran into someone almost knocking them over. "Sorry," He mumbled bending over to pick up his glasses that had fallen off of his face.
Vincent looked back up to see a girl about twenty standing in front of him her eyes looking at his curiously. He thought she was going to scream or something but she didn't, she just stared at him.
"I'm so-" He started, trying to put his glasses back on.
"I like your eyes." She told him, pulling his hand down so she could see his eyes, before he could finish his sentence.
He gave her a surprised look as he stared at her almost like it was the first time he had noticed anything about her. She had chestnut hair and brown eyes that appeared to have flecks of red in them.
"Thanks." He told her, "Sorry about running into you, I should have been watching where I was going."
"That's okay, I wasn't watching either." She told him giving him a smile.
They stared at eachother in silence for a few moments before Vincent spoke up, "I should get going, I have to meet with my...grandmother." He said pausing for a moment when his words failed his mind.
"Okay, maybe I will see you around sometime."
"Maybe." He told her as she walked away from him giving him one last wave as she stepped onto the train.
He watched her go for a minute before replacing his glasses and heading back towards the lycan den where he was sure Lydia would be considering that is where she felt most welcome and if she wasn't he would look at her house.
He rounded the corner of the street and broke out into a dead run trying to reach his destination as the sun came up over the horizon behind his form.
The streets were almost empty like every morning in this city, with the exception of the people arriving from a night shift of their job, or people leaving to go through their long day at work.
Even if he wasn't a vampire, a lycan, or a demon of any sort, he was thankful that he could sense other immortal presences. Looking up at the top of a buildling he noticed a figure looking down at him. He could smell both vampire and lycan in the area surrounding him, the bad part is that the figure could be a vampire, but being so close to the lycan den could be influencing his decision, in thinking that it was a hybrid.
Taking a step back he clenched his fists at his side. The figure didn't jump off the building however, instead they turned and left.
Vincent, who was shocked, pushed the thought and scene that had just transpired out of his mind. Maybe it was just a spy, although if they were this close to the lycan den, there was no doubt that they new where it was. It wasn't that hard to find considering the scents, but to a younger vampire, it would be quite hard.
Sighing to himself he looked at the entrance before him and hesitantly brought his hand up to the door knocking on it.
~*~
William looked up from his book when the door opened and Drake walked in a smile on his face.
"What do you want?" He asked setting the book down.
"I want to introduce you to the love of my life."
"Are you drunk?" He asked narrowing his gaze.
"No, no. I am very sober."
"Where did you meet this one?"
"By a lake," William opened his mouth to interrupt but Drake just continued, "Before the lycan revolt."
William looked at him curiously, "What do you mean?"
"I met her before I was turned." Drake stated simply.
"You mean to tell me, you have just found her again?"
"Yeah."
"What a load of sh-"
"Oh, Lydia," Drake called stopping William in his tracks, "He doesn't believe me."
"I don't blame him." She said stepping into the room.
William froze his eyes widening, "You realize that Luke will make fun of you horribly once he is himself again."
"Yes, I know that he will." Drake said wrapping his arm around Lydia's waist, "But what was that about you saying him being himself again?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Uh..I'm drawing a blank here."
"The spy team was slaughtered. The only one who survived was Luke."
Drake looked down at the ground at the moment. "Christopher, you knew about this."
He looked at Lydia, "Yeah, I just didn't know how bad it was."
"Wait, hold on just a minute." William said from his seat behind his larger desk, "Your name is Christopher?"
Drake glared at him, "Yes, my name is Christopher, Christopher Drake."
William started laughing and Drake's eyes became even narrower.
"I'm sorry," He said wiping his eyes as he was sure that he face was red from the lack of oxygen.
"You better be." Drake said glaring at the man who had saved his life countless times, "Besides, I am sure that William is not your real name. Tell me your full name."
William crossed his arms over his chest and layed back against his chair, "William is my name actually, William Bennington."
"Nice last name." Drake commented.
"Same with yours Christopher Drake." He retorted.
The two glared at eachother a moment before Drake sniffed the air, "Did you meet someone fangy tonight?"
William sighed, what was it with the warriors asking him this question, and how could they smell the dust the blew over him? "Yes."
"Killed 'em didn't you?"
"Yes, bullet straight to the head."
Drake grinned, "I have tought you well grasshopper."
"You haven't tought me anything except how to annoy people." The brown haired man said idily as he turned his chair around and grabbed a notebook.
"That is not true." He said looking at Lydia out of the corner of his eye.
"Yes, it is." William told him peering at him through his glasses before opening the book and pulling out his pen.
"Are you still at it?"
"I told Michael I would do everything in my power and put this at my top priority, so I am."
Drake could feel Lydia tense up at his side as she got a better look at what he was doing.
"Well, you're loyal, that's one thing I know for sure about you."
William bit his lip as he sketched around on his notepad, drawing the device in which Vincent used. "That's me. Trustable and reliable William." He grinned slightly as he put the notebook back down on the desk in front of him.
"What do you have to add to the pile I have been working on?"
Drake paused a moment, "Uh.. I haven't got anything to add."
William only nodded as he stood up and walked over to one of his shelfs, he pulled out a couple of books before speaking again, "You see Drake, there is a reason I am a doctor, and there is a reason I am the one that has to do this."
"What is the reason?"
"It's my duty, and I am the only one here, who I think," He paused looking down in his book, he knew he had to provoke Drake to get any kind of answer out of him, "Wants to really save her life."
Drake glared at him for a second, "You know William, you're not the only one who cares about her, sure I don't have as many one on one talks with her, but I know she is important to Michael, and Michael is like a brother to me, and that makes her more important than just some girl he is head over heels with."
"I do know. Just tell me why won't you help her when you obviously know something that you won't tell me, tell us."
"We have been down this path before, and I still cannot tell you anything even if I wanted to."
William slammed his book down on the desk and looked at Drake his hands twitching in anger, "It is not about what you can or cannot do! You know Michael loves her, and if he finds out that you know something, anything, he will get it out of you any way he can!"
Drake only nodded trying to keep his temper below the boiling point.
"Are you scared, Drake?" William asked.
"Of what?"
"Scared that we will look at you different, or hate you for the secrets that you cannot tell. Is that your problem?"
"NO!" He shouted moving from Lydia's side and stepping up to William.
"Then what is your fucking problem?" William screamed in his face.
"You want to know my problem?" William nodded his eyes never leaving Drake's, "My problem is that you don't trust me enough to know that I will tell you, all of you when the time is right!"
"Well, maybe that time is now!"
"It couldn't be." Drake told him.
"How are you so sure, remember sudden? It can happen anytime, how are we to know that it hasn't happened already?"
"Because, it just isn't possible."
"Oh, but it is."
Lydia watched the two exchange words, they seemed very capable of sharing what they felt with each other openly. But they had gotten more violent from the minute.
William slammed Drake against the wall, "This is a life or death situation. If you don't tell me, I will take action."
"Like what? Bore me to death with books and sketches?"
William growled his eyes flashing in anger, "No, like hurting you by shooting you."
It was then Drake noticed that William had a gun in his right hand.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything." He whispered not needing to shout because they were so close. "I want to know everything you know about this virus, and I want you to tell me how to stop it."
"Fine!" Drake yelled, "But first put me down."
William dropped him to his feet and took a step back, he turned his head and clenched his fist around the handle of the gun.
"How do you know everything anyways?" William asked still not making eye contact.
"Because, I have been through it." Drake said looking at Lydia who nodded for him to continue.
~*~
Selene broke away from the heated kiss she was sharing with Michael to smile at him. Whether she was human or vampire, she knew without a doubt in her heart that she was in love with this man before her.
He smiled back at her, his eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, even in the dim light of the room.
"I never want this to end." He whispered in a low voice, still out of breath.
"Me neither. But how do you figure it will end?"
"Hopefully the same way it started." He told her.
"How was that?"
"Like this." He replied kissing her hard on the lips, and without her super fast healing, she was sure her lips would be swollen in the next couple of hours.
She grinned against his lips as they continued to kiss, her hands roaming over his body. And his hands holding her close to him as she was let run free over his body.
Selene let her palms rest on his toned chest as she pulled away slightly and kissed the corners of his mouth before diving back into the kiss, not wanting to not be able to feel his lips against her own.
When Michael stopped moving she pulled away slowly, "What is it?"
"Will-can you promise me something?"
"Sure." She told him looking at him concerned.
"No matter what happens, always keep going, and never give up."
"Michael, what do you mean? No matter 'what' happe-"
He placed a finger over her lips, "Can you just promise me?"
She looked at him silently as he removed his finger from her lips, "Always."
He gave her a smile and put his forehead against her's. "I love you."
She had heard him say it before, but somehow now, it was different, almost like he knew something she didn't.
She kissed him, trying to wash away his thoughts and his worry, but it didn't have the effect she planned, well, not all the way.
"Everything will be okay." She whispered in his ear.
"Hopefully." He told her.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that there are things I can't explain, and things that I wish weren't real. But no matter how hard I try to block them out, I know that they will happen eventually. I can't lose you."
She saw the sadness in his eyes, and for the first time knew exactly how much he loved her, how much he loved Selene. "You will never lose me."
"That's all I want to hear." He told her as he picked her up and stood from the chair, "Are you hungry?" He asked his voice still soft and full of emotion.
"Sure." She said, but in the back of her mind she wanted to know what was bothering him so much and what he was afraid of happening. There was something he wasn't telling her and she was going to find out.
~*~
A/N: Well, it didn't end with a kiss! Oh yeah, something I forgot to mention about the last chapter was that I found a way to drag Drake's secrets out, and that is by not letting you hear what he tells each person until he is telling the last person about the secret. Mean, or very creative, you decide. Anyways, hope you liked the chapter, and I would have everyone in it if only Marcus was in it.
I might be slow on the next chapter, Spanish and English report I have to work on, and I never have enough time to do them at school, so I will have to do it here at home, which means less time to write the next chapter. Our next chapter will involve the mystery girl Vincent met in this chapter, oh yes, another character as the plot thickens and I let my ideals run wild on the computer.
Thanks for reading and please review, hope you enjoyed!