Michael put the finishing touch on the last lycan's wound. It was a
small cut from a silver whip, nothing real serious. He sighed as he stood
and pulled the gloves off of his hands. With a small smile to the lycan he
spoke, "You're all done."
The lycan nodded and touched the bandage on his shoulder lightly before standing up and heading out of the door with a small, "Thanks."
Michael only nodded at his back and ran a hand through his hair. There wasn't as many injuries as he thought there would be, but there were a lot of dead vampires, and a few of his fallen kin resting in the den around him. Drake had left after helping the wounded make it to the room Michael was in, William's office.
William was laying on the bed at the far side of the room, his eyes closed. Michael was amazed that he was able to catch the bullet in his teeth after it broke his jaw, shattered is more like it.
The bullet wound on him was already beginning to heal, but he had no idea how long it took an immortal to grow back their bones and heal from something like that.
Turning the lights out, Michael exited the room shutting the door quietly to let William rest. He had never noticed William to be a fighter type. He had never thought of himself as a fighter either. It had to be the beast.
Even though it wasn't as strong in him as it was in William or other lycans, he could feel it. Wanting to rip and tear and getting a pleasure that couldn't be captured through anything else. The other part of Michael loved to fight, and loved a challenge, even though it did find pleasure in killing, it thirsted for blood more than the beast, but the beast wasn't far behind.
He supposed that maybe he had it harder than other immortals, having to control to beasts that have hated each other since the dawn of time. Sometimes when he transforms it feels as if one wants to take more control and beat the other.
Michael climbed the stairs to his room still thinking about himself, but as soon as he entered the room, he collapsed on the bed. Tired from fighting, and tired from his nonstop worrying for Selene and whatever was happening to her at the moment.
He couldn't even fall asleep no matter how much he willed his body to; his mind was set on Selene and Selene alone. Her image clouding his vision, and her voice still ringing in his ears, like a soft melody he could barely hear.
He closed his eyes tightly, he had to find her, he had to save her, and he needed a plan.
Vincent spit the blood that leaked from his busted mouth. Selene just watched him as he shook his head.
"C'mon Lydia." She heard him whisper.
"What are you doing?" She asked quietly.
"I'm trying to see what has happened."
She stayed silent for a moment, watching as his face shifted to one of concentration. He seemed to be talking through his mind to Lydia.
"What about Michael?" He asked aloud his eyebrows knitted together.
Selene's full attention was now on Vincent and the conversation inside of his head.
"If you see him again, tell him that she is fine, I can see her right now." Vincent said again out loud and in his head as he smiled at Selene, "No, Marcus is planning somethin- what is that nut talking about?" He asked, finally hearing another voice that Lydia seemed to be talking to.
"What do you mean the doctor is injured? He's been shot. Never mind, there are things going on over here!" Vincent sighed.
"I don't think Marcus has any intentions of letting Selene go until the third day at least, by then it will be too late. I sense something, go...plan or something, do what you know and can."
Vincent scowled, "Damn Drake." He muttered.
The door opened making a loud noise and Vincent's head snapped up.
"Are you talking to yourself again?" Marcus asked walking in with some papers in his hand.
"Sod off!" Vincent yelled disliking Marcus even more if it was possible.
"I give you shelter and this is how you repay me?" Marcus asked no longer staring at the glaring prisoners but setting his papers down on a desk.
"God, would you shut up! I don't want to hear your voice...ever, again."
"Well, we don't always get what we want, do we?"
Marcus pulled a whip from his coat pocket letting the tip fall to the ground, this action made Selene's eyes go wide.
"Obviously." He remarked growling at Marcus.
With one swift movement the whip smack against Vincent's face, cutting his skin and making a trail of blood flow down it slowly.
"You just keep coming back for more." Marcus told him sighing and cracking the whip again this time hitting him in the chest and tearing his clothes. Still Vincent had yet to let out a cry or use any sign of emotion.
"You're heartless; I don't know how you have even survived this long."
"Well, I will tell you my secret." Marcus walked closer to Vincent, "it's keeping secrets like you away from everyone else that helps me survive. You never know what is up my sleeve."
"A bunch of bulls-"
The whip sounded again and Vincent's face snapped to the opposite side, "-hit." He finished while Marcus grinned.
"Persistent little whelp, aren't you?"
"Fuck you."
Marcus hit him twice for this remark. Making an 'X' across his chest. Vincent only let out a small growl in anger, not wanting to give Marcus the satisfaction of knowing it was hurting him.
"You should be more like Selene here, quiet, almost nonexistent."
This time Vincent didn't reply. And Marcus smiled, "Finally you do something right."
Vincent snorted at the comment thinking that if Marcus had not stopped him he was already doing something right.
Marcus watched him for a moment, "Why don't you just kill me already?" Vincent asked.
The hybrid gave a hollow laugh, "I couldn't do that, if I kill you, the vampiress Selene will once again be back."
"I'm glad you studied so much, Marcus."
Marcus hit him with the whip once more, and it was now dripping with blood, "Silence, you boy."
Vincent held back the urge to kill Marcus and breaking through the chains to make things right, so instead he just looked at the ground as he heard Marcus walk away to his desk and pick up his papers.
"I will leave you two now, I have much to discuss with the other coven."
Vincent closed his eyes as her heard Marcus' retreating footsteps as he left the room and slammed the door behind him.
Lydia sighed as Drake paced around the room, "That isn't going to do anything but make holes in the floor."
He turned to her his hand on his hips and his blonde hair sticking up from running his hands through it. "I can't help it."
"I can try to contact Vincent again." She told him from her chair in the corner of his small room.
"What good will that do?" He asked her, "Selene is the one that has been captured."
"Yes, but he can help, Marcus trusts him to an extent. If I can find out what is happening to him and where he is, then it will make it one step easier."
"Try if you must, hopefully it will help."
Lydia only nodded and focused her attention on Vincent's energy. She could feel his brain and his mind, images and thoughts running around in his head.
Before she could attempt to contact him, she heard his voice in her head.
'Lydia...C'mon Lydia...'
'Vincent?' She asked in her mind
'Yes, Lydia, is everything alright?'
'Its getting better. The vampires attacked and took Selene. Some lycans were wounded and a few dead, but we managed to kill most all of them.'
'What about Michael?' His voice floated in her head with the question.
'He is devastated when he found out. He helped the wounded lycans and then he went to his room. He hasn't come out for a few hours. If something happens to her, I am afraid he will do something rash.'
'If you see him again, tell him that she is fine, I can see her right now.' His voice paused and he could feel him smile. 'I am in the dungeon with her, Marcus captured me before he raided the place, we're cell buddies now.'
'Well, then we must rally the troops and save the both of you, how much time do you think we have left?'
'A little less than three days.' His voice answered quietly.
'Then we must act quick, one quick raid and we should be able to get the both of you out of there.'
Vincent could hear someone talking to her, since she was focusing her attention on them. He listened in but couldn't make out the whole sentences, but only small words as Lydia spoke to him, he recognized the voice to belong to Drake. 'No, Marcus is planning somethin- what is that nut talking about?'
The voice was now louder but still sounded like mumbling. 'He is worried about William, the doctor he was injured.'
'What do you mean the doctor is injured? He's been shot. Never mind, there are things going on over here!'
'Sorry, do you think that there is any other way that he would let his guard down or something?' Her voice faltered not knowing exactly what to ask when there were so many questions and not enough answers.
'I don't think Marcus has any intentions of letting Selene go until the third day at least, by then it will be too late. I sense something, go...plan or something, do what you know and can.'
With that being said she could feel him disconnect his mind from hers. Opening her eyes she saw Drake sitting in a chair opposite of her his head resting on his hand as his elbow rested on the arm of the chair.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Marcus captured him."
"This does not make me feel any better." He told her moving his head and running his rough hands through his golden locks.
"I know, but on the better side, he is with Selene, she is in the cell with him."
"Did you ask him how long we have?"
"Less than three days now. Three days until the virus takes full effect and kills every part of her completely."
He sighed and drummed his fingers on the armrest, "Any ideas?"
"None." She told him quietly and secretly wishing that she did have a plan.
"Do you think Michael does?"
"I doubt it; he would be too worried to worry about a plan at the moment. Not to mention, even if he did have one, it wouldn't be to thoughtful and well planned. You saw him; he is a complete emotional wreck without her."
"Well why wouldn't he be? I mean she did introduce him basically to this world, and he has clung to her as his savior. I imagine that it is not easy for him at all."
Lydia only nodded, "Whatever the case, I think you should go make amends with Luke, he is the only other option for now."
Drake raised his eyebrow, "Only for Selene." She heard him mumble as he kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the door heading to find Luke.
William tilted his head slightly. The pain in his jaw was only a dull ache, far from what it had felt like when it had first broke.
His stomach was healed; he just wished his jaw would hurry up. He didn't care about the secret anymore, and he would fight if he had to, to make sure that Selene lived.
Sighing through his nose, He sat up slowly, careful not to move his jaw. Glancing around the room, he noticed empty bottles and boxes of supplies.
The vampires had really done a number on them. No doubt Michael was grieving not only for the loss of his love Selene, but also for the lost of his fellow lycans, he knew Michael felt responsible for every single one of them. But you can't prevent the inevitable.
Slowly he stood up and moved to his desk. He couldn't move his jaw, but it wasn't going to keep him from working.
Ignoring the pain his jaw, William continued to scribble on his notepad, for the life of him, he wouldn't let this secret or this story go unwritten, and nothing was going to erase it from time, people would need to know.
Raising his head, Michael looked around the room. He had only closed his eyes for a few moments, and found that he just couldn't fall asleep for the life of him.
Her image was keeping him awake. He knew they didn't have time to mess around, if the vampires didn't kill her, the virus would. Even with all the information he had, he could still feel that something was missing, and that he wasn't getting all of the information he needed.
Sighing he sat up and stretched. The wheels in his head beginning to turn as he tried to think of a plan, the only problem is that he didn't know where they had took her. Pulling on a loose black button up shirt he found Michael stepped out of the room in search of Drake.
It wasn't long before he found him, sitting in the hallway drumming his fingers nervously on the arm of the chair.
"What is it?"
Drake looked up a bit surprised, "Oh, it's nothing; I'm just trying to... come to a truce with Luke, you know, so we can put it behind us and focus on what really matters."
Michael nodded and Drake stayed silent looking at the ground his fingers still beating against the arm of the chair.
"Oh, Lydia wanted to talk to you, she got a hold of Vincent and has found some new infor-" Drake paused as Michael was already halfway down the hall, "-mation." He finished grinning.
Michael made it to Drake's room and knocked on the door. He heard Lydia moving on the inside as she opened the door. "Drake said you have some information."
"Yes, yes I do." She told him moving aside so he could come in and sit down.
Michael sat down and watched her as she took as seat next to him and folded her hands in her lap.
"Selene is currently being held at the vampire mansion."
"How do you know?"
"Vincent is there also."
"So is he a traitor?"
"No, they have captured him as well. He was on his way here to save Selene, when Marcus came up and knocked him out with a drug."
"What did he say?"
"That she is fine, he told me to tell you that, and that she is in the same cell with him and he can see her." Michael only nodded.
"Vincent says we have three days before the virus...takes it's final effect."
"What do you think we should do? I mean, I don't think a raid of any sort would do us any good."
"I don't know, if we do attempt a raid, we will need to gather reinforcements. The only ones I can think of don't live too far away, and they would help without any question if it meant it could possibly end the war."
"Can you give me a location? I will go and retrieve as many as I can. We don't have any time to waste."
Lydia nodded, "If you head east of here, there is a small town called Velkan. They will be there, almost everywhere, the main power of the clan sits at the top of the hill in the center of the town, a large house, it won't be that hard to miss."
Michael nodded, "Thank you, and tell Drake that he is in charge while I am gone, and I should be back before the sun goes down."
Lydia smiled at him, "You're welcome and I will."
Michael walked out of the room as Lydia stood and watched his back as he retreated in almost a sprint as he neared the end of the hall.
He didn't waste any time and as soon as he was out of the lycan den he tossed his shirt to the ground and changed into his hybrid form. If he went fast enough, the humans wouldn't be able to see him.
The hybrid disappeared in a gust of wind as he ran east towards Velkan.
Marcus sat at his desk and watched as the sun came up. His room was the only one in the mansion that didn't have any blinds on them. Since he was now a hybrid it didn't matter that much.
If the coven reached the mansion by tomorrow, it would be the end of the lycans and of Michael Corvin, he loved it when a plan came together.
Sighing and smiling he pulled a string and closed the blinds and spun around in his chair.
A guard walked in the room and bowed, "We have received word that the coven has accepted the terms and will be arriving tomorrow, should we have a team assembled, my Lord?"
"Yes, have a team ready and waiting. Is that all?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Good, now leave."
The guard only nodded and left without as so much as another look in Marcus' direction.
With a smile on his face Marcus stood from his chair and walked over to his bed, "Perfect."
Vincent pulled on his chains, even though the task was useless, he didn't want to give up. He looked over to see Selene fiddling with her own chains as well.
"This task seems to not be going anywhere."
"It's our only hope." She replied.
Vincent only nodded as he yanked once more on his chains. Finally though he gave up and sighed; wishing for once that he could sit down but could only hang.
Selene wasn't having much more luck, but she seemed to be in a much more comfortable position sitting against the wall.
"Do you think he will come for me?" She asked in a small whisper, Vincent was silent his eyes closed as he seemed to be thinking rather hard.
"Of course. I imagine by now, from what Lydia has said, that he is already getting troops and weapons ready for a raid. Then he will come to his senses and realize that a raid won't work. Making his decision for him."
"What would that decision be?"
"That he must travel a few towns over to get hold of a new lycan coven and gain more access and more reinforcements."
"How long would that take?"
"The sun seems to be up, considering I can hear the guard at the door sleeping, and sense he is a hybrid, Michael will be running full sprint to Velkan."
"How do you know?"
"Lydia taught me most of what I know, and if I know just a little bit about a person, I can usually tell what they are going to do. That, and Lydia told me of his actions a few seconds ago." He grinned at her.
Selene only nodded, even though his behavior did make her feel better than she had while pulling on the chains.
Vincent noticed the worry on her face as he spoke to her, "Selene, don't worry about what will happen. I have only met Michael once in my life, and I know without a doubt that he won't stop until you are safe, and he succeeds."
"That does seem like him."
"You're younger than me, but I fear that you are much wiser than anything I will accomplish, so I will tell you this." He told her his red eyes almost glowing in the dark, "Fate has a weird way of working though I have found that it is almost never wrong. Things will happen, but you must believe that there is always hope."
"I wonder where you come up with it."
"With what?"
"With everything. I mean, how can you say something and make everything seem so right, and that everything will be perfectly fine."
"I guess it is just a natural talent of mine."
"You're not the only one who has acquired this talent."
"Excuse me?"
"Michael does it as well. Though, I think that it is because of my feelings towards him more than anything that makes me fell comfortable, and allows me to put so much trust in him."
"You feel as if you have known him your whole life, have you not?" Vincent asked studying her.
"Yes, I do."
"Then there is nothing to worry about. If you feel as much for him as I think he does of you, then he will be here and there will be nothing that can stop him."
"Then what can we do?"
"Just wait."
A/N: Well, the end of the chapter at last. Would have been up sooner but I have been everywhere this weekend. I haven't been home since last night after I left for school on Friday morning. So of course that left no time in between to write the end of the chapter.
The story is coming to a close, and the 'Battle of the Hybrids' isn't far away. Anyways, I watched Van Helsing over the weekend, and that gave me the name "Velkan" He is Anna's (Kate Beckinsale) brother in the movie. My dedication to one of the best characters in the movie.
Hope you review it is almost the only thing that keeps me going. Oh, and in a minor note, there will be a sequel to this story. So, the story may never end!!
Thanks for reading and see you at the end of the next chapter.
The lycan nodded and touched the bandage on his shoulder lightly before standing up and heading out of the door with a small, "Thanks."
Michael only nodded at his back and ran a hand through his hair. There wasn't as many injuries as he thought there would be, but there were a lot of dead vampires, and a few of his fallen kin resting in the den around him. Drake had left after helping the wounded make it to the room Michael was in, William's office.
William was laying on the bed at the far side of the room, his eyes closed. Michael was amazed that he was able to catch the bullet in his teeth after it broke his jaw, shattered is more like it.
The bullet wound on him was already beginning to heal, but he had no idea how long it took an immortal to grow back their bones and heal from something like that.
Turning the lights out, Michael exited the room shutting the door quietly to let William rest. He had never noticed William to be a fighter type. He had never thought of himself as a fighter either. It had to be the beast.
Even though it wasn't as strong in him as it was in William or other lycans, he could feel it. Wanting to rip and tear and getting a pleasure that couldn't be captured through anything else. The other part of Michael loved to fight, and loved a challenge, even though it did find pleasure in killing, it thirsted for blood more than the beast, but the beast wasn't far behind.
He supposed that maybe he had it harder than other immortals, having to control to beasts that have hated each other since the dawn of time. Sometimes when he transforms it feels as if one wants to take more control and beat the other.
Michael climbed the stairs to his room still thinking about himself, but as soon as he entered the room, he collapsed on the bed. Tired from fighting, and tired from his nonstop worrying for Selene and whatever was happening to her at the moment.
He couldn't even fall asleep no matter how much he willed his body to; his mind was set on Selene and Selene alone. Her image clouding his vision, and her voice still ringing in his ears, like a soft melody he could barely hear.
He closed his eyes tightly, he had to find her, he had to save her, and he needed a plan.
Vincent spit the blood that leaked from his busted mouth. Selene just watched him as he shook his head.
"C'mon Lydia." She heard him whisper.
"What are you doing?" She asked quietly.
"I'm trying to see what has happened."
She stayed silent for a moment, watching as his face shifted to one of concentration. He seemed to be talking through his mind to Lydia.
"What about Michael?" He asked aloud his eyebrows knitted together.
Selene's full attention was now on Vincent and the conversation inside of his head.
"If you see him again, tell him that she is fine, I can see her right now." Vincent said again out loud and in his head as he smiled at Selene, "No, Marcus is planning somethin- what is that nut talking about?" He asked, finally hearing another voice that Lydia seemed to be talking to.
"What do you mean the doctor is injured? He's been shot. Never mind, there are things going on over here!" Vincent sighed.
"I don't think Marcus has any intentions of letting Selene go until the third day at least, by then it will be too late. I sense something, go...plan or something, do what you know and can."
Vincent scowled, "Damn Drake." He muttered.
The door opened making a loud noise and Vincent's head snapped up.
"Are you talking to yourself again?" Marcus asked walking in with some papers in his hand.
"Sod off!" Vincent yelled disliking Marcus even more if it was possible.
"I give you shelter and this is how you repay me?" Marcus asked no longer staring at the glaring prisoners but setting his papers down on a desk.
"God, would you shut up! I don't want to hear your voice...ever, again."
"Well, we don't always get what we want, do we?"
Marcus pulled a whip from his coat pocket letting the tip fall to the ground, this action made Selene's eyes go wide.
"Obviously." He remarked growling at Marcus.
With one swift movement the whip smack against Vincent's face, cutting his skin and making a trail of blood flow down it slowly.
"You just keep coming back for more." Marcus told him sighing and cracking the whip again this time hitting him in the chest and tearing his clothes. Still Vincent had yet to let out a cry or use any sign of emotion.
"You're heartless; I don't know how you have even survived this long."
"Well, I will tell you my secret." Marcus walked closer to Vincent, "it's keeping secrets like you away from everyone else that helps me survive. You never know what is up my sleeve."
"A bunch of bulls-"
The whip sounded again and Vincent's face snapped to the opposite side, "-hit." He finished while Marcus grinned.
"Persistent little whelp, aren't you?"
"Fuck you."
Marcus hit him twice for this remark. Making an 'X' across his chest. Vincent only let out a small growl in anger, not wanting to give Marcus the satisfaction of knowing it was hurting him.
"You should be more like Selene here, quiet, almost nonexistent."
This time Vincent didn't reply. And Marcus smiled, "Finally you do something right."
Vincent snorted at the comment thinking that if Marcus had not stopped him he was already doing something right.
Marcus watched him for a moment, "Why don't you just kill me already?" Vincent asked.
The hybrid gave a hollow laugh, "I couldn't do that, if I kill you, the vampiress Selene will once again be back."
"I'm glad you studied so much, Marcus."
Marcus hit him with the whip once more, and it was now dripping with blood, "Silence, you boy."
Vincent held back the urge to kill Marcus and breaking through the chains to make things right, so instead he just looked at the ground as he heard Marcus walk away to his desk and pick up his papers.
"I will leave you two now, I have much to discuss with the other coven."
Vincent closed his eyes as her heard Marcus' retreating footsteps as he left the room and slammed the door behind him.
Lydia sighed as Drake paced around the room, "That isn't going to do anything but make holes in the floor."
He turned to her his hand on his hips and his blonde hair sticking up from running his hands through it. "I can't help it."
"I can try to contact Vincent again." She told him from her chair in the corner of his small room.
"What good will that do?" He asked her, "Selene is the one that has been captured."
"Yes, but he can help, Marcus trusts him to an extent. If I can find out what is happening to him and where he is, then it will make it one step easier."
"Try if you must, hopefully it will help."
Lydia only nodded and focused her attention on Vincent's energy. She could feel his brain and his mind, images and thoughts running around in his head.
Before she could attempt to contact him, she heard his voice in her head.
'Lydia...C'mon Lydia...'
'Vincent?' She asked in her mind
'Yes, Lydia, is everything alright?'
'Its getting better. The vampires attacked and took Selene. Some lycans were wounded and a few dead, but we managed to kill most all of them.'
'What about Michael?' His voice floated in her head with the question.
'He is devastated when he found out. He helped the wounded lycans and then he went to his room. He hasn't come out for a few hours. If something happens to her, I am afraid he will do something rash.'
'If you see him again, tell him that she is fine, I can see her right now.' His voice paused and he could feel him smile. 'I am in the dungeon with her, Marcus captured me before he raided the place, we're cell buddies now.'
'Well, then we must rally the troops and save the both of you, how much time do you think we have left?'
'A little less than three days.' His voice answered quietly.
'Then we must act quick, one quick raid and we should be able to get the both of you out of there.'
Vincent could hear someone talking to her, since she was focusing her attention on them. He listened in but couldn't make out the whole sentences, but only small words as Lydia spoke to him, he recognized the voice to belong to Drake. 'No, Marcus is planning somethin- what is that nut talking about?'
The voice was now louder but still sounded like mumbling. 'He is worried about William, the doctor he was injured.'
'What do you mean the doctor is injured? He's been shot. Never mind, there are things going on over here!'
'Sorry, do you think that there is any other way that he would let his guard down or something?' Her voice faltered not knowing exactly what to ask when there were so many questions and not enough answers.
'I don't think Marcus has any intentions of letting Selene go until the third day at least, by then it will be too late. I sense something, go...plan or something, do what you know and can.'
With that being said she could feel him disconnect his mind from hers. Opening her eyes she saw Drake sitting in a chair opposite of her his head resting on his hand as his elbow rested on the arm of the chair.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Marcus captured him."
"This does not make me feel any better." He told her moving his head and running his rough hands through his golden locks.
"I know, but on the better side, he is with Selene, she is in the cell with him."
"Did you ask him how long we have?"
"Less than three days now. Three days until the virus takes full effect and kills every part of her completely."
He sighed and drummed his fingers on the armrest, "Any ideas?"
"None." She told him quietly and secretly wishing that she did have a plan.
"Do you think Michael does?"
"I doubt it; he would be too worried to worry about a plan at the moment. Not to mention, even if he did have one, it wouldn't be to thoughtful and well planned. You saw him; he is a complete emotional wreck without her."
"Well why wouldn't he be? I mean she did introduce him basically to this world, and he has clung to her as his savior. I imagine that it is not easy for him at all."
Lydia only nodded, "Whatever the case, I think you should go make amends with Luke, he is the only other option for now."
Drake raised his eyebrow, "Only for Selene." She heard him mumble as he kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the door heading to find Luke.
William tilted his head slightly. The pain in his jaw was only a dull ache, far from what it had felt like when it had first broke.
His stomach was healed; he just wished his jaw would hurry up. He didn't care about the secret anymore, and he would fight if he had to, to make sure that Selene lived.
Sighing through his nose, He sat up slowly, careful not to move his jaw. Glancing around the room, he noticed empty bottles and boxes of supplies.
The vampires had really done a number on them. No doubt Michael was grieving not only for the loss of his love Selene, but also for the lost of his fellow lycans, he knew Michael felt responsible for every single one of them. But you can't prevent the inevitable.
Slowly he stood up and moved to his desk. He couldn't move his jaw, but it wasn't going to keep him from working.
Ignoring the pain his jaw, William continued to scribble on his notepad, for the life of him, he wouldn't let this secret or this story go unwritten, and nothing was going to erase it from time, people would need to know.
Raising his head, Michael looked around the room. He had only closed his eyes for a few moments, and found that he just couldn't fall asleep for the life of him.
Her image was keeping him awake. He knew they didn't have time to mess around, if the vampires didn't kill her, the virus would. Even with all the information he had, he could still feel that something was missing, and that he wasn't getting all of the information he needed.
Sighing he sat up and stretched. The wheels in his head beginning to turn as he tried to think of a plan, the only problem is that he didn't know where they had took her. Pulling on a loose black button up shirt he found Michael stepped out of the room in search of Drake.
It wasn't long before he found him, sitting in the hallway drumming his fingers nervously on the arm of the chair.
"What is it?"
Drake looked up a bit surprised, "Oh, it's nothing; I'm just trying to... come to a truce with Luke, you know, so we can put it behind us and focus on what really matters."
Michael nodded and Drake stayed silent looking at the ground his fingers still beating against the arm of the chair.
"Oh, Lydia wanted to talk to you, she got a hold of Vincent and has found some new infor-" Drake paused as Michael was already halfway down the hall, "-mation." He finished grinning.
Michael made it to Drake's room and knocked on the door. He heard Lydia moving on the inside as she opened the door. "Drake said you have some information."
"Yes, yes I do." She told him moving aside so he could come in and sit down.
Michael sat down and watched her as she took as seat next to him and folded her hands in her lap.
"Selene is currently being held at the vampire mansion."
"How do you know?"
"Vincent is there also."
"So is he a traitor?"
"No, they have captured him as well. He was on his way here to save Selene, when Marcus came up and knocked him out with a drug."
"What did he say?"
"That she is fine, he told me to tell you that, and that she is in the same cell with him and he can see her." Michael only nodded.
"Vincent says we have three days before the virus...takes it's final effect."
"What do you think we should do? I mean, I don't think a raid of any sort would do us any good."
"I don't know, if we do attempt a raid, we will need to gather reinforcements. The only ones I can think of don't live too far away, and they would help without any question if it meant it could possibly end the war."
"Can you give me a location? I will go and retrieve as many as I can. We don't have any time to waste."
Lydia nodded, "If you head east of here, there is a small town called Velkan. They will be there, almost everywhere, the main power of the clan sits at the top of the hill in the center of the town, a large house, it won't be that hard to miss."
Michael nodded, "Thank you, and tell Drake that he is in charge while I am gone, and I should be back before the sun goes down."
Lydia smiled at him, "You're welcome and I will."
Michael walked out of the room as Lydia stood and watched his back as he retreated in almost a sprint as he neared the end of the hall.
He didn't waste any time and as soon as he was out of the lycan den he tossed his shirt to the ground and changed into his hybrid form. If he went fast enough, the humans wouldn't be able to see him.
The hybrid disappeared in a gust of wind as he ran east towards Velkan.
Marcus sat at his desk and watched as the sun came up. His room was the only one in the mansion that didn't have any blinds on them. Since he was now a hybrid it didn't matter that much.
If the coven reached the mansion by tomorrow, it would be the end of the lycans and of Michael Corvin, he loved it when a plan came together.
Sighing and smiling he pulled a string and closed the blinds and spun around in his chair.
A guard walked in the room and bowed, "We have received word that the coven has accepted the terms and will be arriving tomorrow, should we have a team assembled, my Lord?"
"Yes, have a team ready and waiting. Is that all?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Good, now leave."
The guard only nodded and left without as so much as another look in Marcus' direction.
With a smile on his face Marcus stood from his chair and walked over to his bed, "Perfect."
Vincent pulled on his chains, even though the task was useless, he didn't want to give up. He looked over to see Selene fiddling with her own chains as well.
"This task seems to not be going anywhere."
"It's our only hope." She replied.
Vincent only nodded as he yanked once more on his chains. Finally though he gave up and sighed; wishing for once that he could sit down but could only hang.
Selene wasn't having much more luck, but she seemed to be in a much more comfortable position sitting against the wall.
"Do you think he will come for me?" She asked in a small whisper, Vincent was silent his eyes closed as he seemed to be thinking rather hard.
"Of course. I imagine by now, from what Lydia has said, that he is already getting troops and weapons ready for a raid. Then he will come to his senses and realize that a raid won't work. Making his decision for him."
"What would that decision be?"
"That he must travel a few towns over to get hold of a new lycan coven and gain more access and more reinforcements."
"How long would that take?"
"The sun seems to be up, considering I can hear the guard at the door sleeping, and sense he is a hybrid, Michael will be running full sprint to Velkan."
"How do you know?"
"Lydia taught me most of what I know, and if I know just a little bit about a person, I can usually tell what they are going to do. That, and Lydia told me of his actions a few seconds ago." He grinned at her.
Selene only nodded, even though his behavior did make her feel better than she had while pulling on the chains.
Vincent noticed the worry on her face as he spoke to her, "Selene, don't worry about what will happen. I have only met Michael once in my life, and I know without a doubt that he won't stop until you are safe, and he succeeds."
"That does seem like him."
"You're younger than me, but I fear that you are much wiser than anything I will accomplish, so I will tell you this." He told her his red eyes almost glowing in the dark, "Fate has a weird way of working though I have found that it is almost never wrong. Things will happen, but you must believe that there is always hope."
"I wonder where you come up with it."
"With what?"
"With everything. I mean, how can you say something and make everything seem so right, and that everything will be perfectly fine."
"I guess it is just a natural talent of mine."
"You're not the only one who has acquired this talent."
"Excuse me?"
"Michael does it as well. Though, I think that it is because of my feelings towards him more than anything that makes me fell comfortable, and allows me to put so much trust in him."
"You feel as if you have known him your whole life, have you not?" Vincent asked studying her.
"Yes, I do."
"Then there is nothing to worry about. If you feel as much for him as I think he does of you, then he will be here and there will be nothing that can stop him."
"Then what can we do?"
"Just wait."
A/N: Well, the end of the chapter at last. Would have been up sooner but I have been everywhere this weekend. I haven't been home since last night after I left for school on Friday morning. So of course that left no time in between to write the end of the chapter.
The story is coming to a close, and the 'Battle of the Hybrids' isn't far away. Anyways, I watched Van Helsing over the weekend, and that gave me the name "Velkan" He is Anna's (Kate Beckinsale) brother in the movie. My dedication to one of the best characters in the movie.
Hope you review it is almost the only thing that keeps me going. Oh, and in a minor note, there will be a sequel to this story. So, the story may never end!!
Thanks for reading and see you at the end of the next chapter.