A/N: Sorry for the long wait computer was messed up and I've had a hectic ending to my summer and a hectic beginning of a school year. Thanks for your patience and here is the first part of the last chapter...there are three of them, I had to post separately.

William's head was spinning as he clenched his eyes shut tighter. With a groan as he moved, he opened his eyes and sat up quickly. Not really knowing his surroundings, he scooted away from the two vampires sitting at one end of the van.

"Who in the hell are you people?" He asked.

Erika glared at him, "We are vampires being held hostage."

William noticed the cuffs on the blonde vampire's wrists but did not see any restraints on the bigger male vampire. He cursed noticing a coat, which smelled an awful lot like Drake, only covered him. "Where are they?" He asked standing up as much as he could in the short van.

"Probably dead. We heard a lot of gun firing. Marcus has probably killed them all by now." Erika said showing her fangs.

William just shook his head, "I highly doubt Marcus could kill this bunch. After all, it only took Selene and Michael to kill your strongest...Viktor." He spat the name as he slipped the coat on.

"Yeah, well Lucian is dead too." She argued.

"Lucian died fighting for his dream, which if you haven't noticed yet, is Michael. His time was done. There was no reason to live anymore, I mean c'mon you all thought he was dead anyways. Didn't matter much did it?"

Erika shifted and her eyes narrowed more. The rain was coming down hard on the van now making loud banging noises that echoed. William's head still hurt and the noise was starting to get to his ears. Ignoring the vampires in the van, he pushed the doors open and stepped outside.

He was immediately drenched from the downpour. He could smell smoke and see a dying fire in the distance. He began to run; the rain was cutting into his face like small needles as he trudged through mud and gravel. Lightening lit up the sky as it flashed and a few seconds later a boom erupted seeming to shake the ground.

He stopped running when he saw people huddled together in the distance and bodies laying on the ground. Instead of running the rest of the way, he walked overcome with dread of what had happened. His bare feet sunk into the thick mud, and he was soaked from head to toe (literally) as his feet moved and he walked closer.

His dark hair was sticking to his face as he stopped a few feet from the crowd. They didn't seem to notice him as Michael held Selene close to himself crying. He saw Drake and Lydia watching Michael with a worried expression on their faces and saw Vincent's body lying on the ground next to where Selene was.

A strange girl was on her knees by Vincent, and she was the only one who seemed to notice his arrival. She looked up at him her brown eyes piercing his own gaze. His breathing was labored from his run, as his chest rose and fell he knew that the ceremony must not of worked.

He hung his head and clenched his fists at his side. When he opened them, again drops of water clung to his eyelashes and were making his vision blurry. Drake looked at him and gave him a sad look, which William returned.

The rain still poured around them, the clouds seeming to stretch on forever, but the fire, the anger and rage, was replaced with smoke and wet ashes, tears and sadness.

Is was dark, and cold. Something she was used to, but forgot what it had felt like. She couldn't see anything and couldn't move, it was as if she was paralyzed. Then she was there again.

The sun was shinning through the window warming her body as she laid on the bed, her blanket pulled up to her chest. The smell of fresh flowers floated in from the open window on a breeze. She stretched and smiled.

It did seem a bit weird that she had woken up, the dream she had been having seemed to go on for ages. Everything was different in that dream, she had never had it before either, and she pondered on what it meant.

Her mother walked into the room and smiled at her, "Good morning dear. How'd you sleep?"

"Great, mum." She replied swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, "Where are Grace and Mary?" The twins were the first thing on her mind, as they were most of the time, she loved children, they were so carefree, and it made her envy them sometimes.

"They're out in the field picking flowers." Her mother replied placing clothes on the foot of her bed, "Get dressed and you can go watch them until your sister returns."

Selene nodded, "Okay." Her mother left the room and shut the door.

After getting dressed, she walked down the dirt path, past the stables and up a small hill. Trees lined the hill and beyond them, she could see little girls running in the field and laughing merrily. Carrying their baskets full of beautiful flowers.

One of them turned to her, she had dark hair and light blue eyes, "Aunt Selene!" She called, "Come pick flowers with us."

"I'm coming." She replied walking towards them and stopping in the middle of the field. The wind blew a gentle breeze making the flowers and grass flow. She grinned and sat down. Her nieces soon sat down near her and began showing her the flowers they had collected.

"They're all lovely." She told them setting one back down in Grace's basket. Grace wore a little bonnet over her head and had curly blonde hair, also her eyes were brown instead of blue.

As Selene watched the two girls as the fluffy white clouds floated above them, she thought she heard someone calling her name. She turned her head quickly but could see no one, not even in the distance. There was no one outside besides her and the twins.

He shoulder-length black hair swayed in the breeze as she watched the two small girls fight over a flower. Everything was so peaceful here. The birds chirped happily and the sky was perfect, not a storm or sign of bad weather in sight.

Yet a feeling was creeping up her spine. The cold feeling made her shiver even in the warm weather. Her eyes concentrated on watching the two girls in front of her, yet the feeling remained, freezing her insides, as soon as it had come, the feeling seemed to vanish. Leaving her frozen.

A small child's cry made her look up. Grace was sitting on the ground, her basket on it's side and flowers tossed askew. Mary was standing beside her with a triumphant grin on her face, her basket was now empty also, but it was still tightly clutched in her hand.

Selene stood to her feet and walked over to them. She bent down first and checked on Grace, she didn't seem to be in any kind of real hurt, but Selene kissed her head anyhow and told her it would be all right. With that done, she quickly stood and placed her hands on her hips, looking down at the dark haired Mary.

She always knew Mary had been, well, a bit more violent, and when provoked she would attack, "Mary, why did you knock your sister on the head with your basket?"

Mary blushed and shook her head, she focused on the ground while she quietly replied, "She took my flower. It is the only one I have ever seen like it, and she took it from me."

"What flower?"

Mary pointed to one laying on the ground beside where Grace had been sitting moments before. Selene picked it up and stared at it, it was a blood red rose. The thorns were missing as if they had been removed by someone, as she twirled it between her fingers.

"Strange..." She muttered, roses didn't grow around here, and she didn't remember ever seeing one around this area before. There was a strange aura about the flower, almost as if it had been placed there on purpose, as if someone wanted it to be found.

She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent the wondrous flower brought. She was met with an onslaught of memories from the strange dream she had.

Flowers covered the dark room and the scent of them was intoxicating. They showed up visibly bright among the dark black around the room. They were everywhere, even on the floor, red rose peddles covered it.

Something was tugging on her arm, she opened her eyes. Mary was pulling on her arm, "Are you alright Aunt Selene?" The young girl asked.

Selene nodded, "Yes, I'm fine." The thoughts still plagued her, why was she having these memories?

William placed his hand on Michael's shoulder, "I am truly sorry." He said the rain making his voice sound further away than it actually was.

Michael didn't answer him, still clinging to Selene's body, his shoulders shaking in anger, and in overwhelming sadness. He looked over at Lydia, who now had her hood up, and Drake who was looking at the ground, covered in cuts and blood.

William took a deep breath, his lungs feeling tighter than usual. He removed his hand slowly watching his own finger curl into a fist as he placed it down by his side. He didn't want to believe that after all this fighting, and effort, that she couldn't be saved.

They had obviously done it on time, but it was just a wonder as to why she didn't come back as Drake had. Maybe they were missing something. After all, the viruses of each immortal were different. One by bat, and one by wolf. Vampire and Lycan.

Drake was the first...there had to be something Drake had at the time that Selene doesn't have now. The viruses are the same, both came from the same bloodline, and affected the same type of blood. There couldn't be anything there.

So what was it? He looked up at the sky squinting as the rain came down. The cool pelts of water made him calm down, his brain worked better that way anyways. He took a deep breath and unclenched his fists at his side. His breathing paced and in rhythm. There was something, but what was it. He pushed his wet hair away from his face and scratched his head. The answer hit him like a brick, "How could I have missed it?" He asked him self.

Suddenly he felt some one at his side, "Missed what?" It was the dark haired girl, her eyes were full of confusion.

He bit his lip real quick before looking back to Selene, "Drake," He called still looking at Selene, "Who sired you?"

Drake raised his eyebrow but answered cautiously, "Lucian. Why?"

William nodded, "Then it's true."

"What do you mean, you're confusing me again. Speak English." Drake said crossing his arms carefully over his chest.

"I mean, when you were affected with the virus, your sire was still alive at the time of the ceremony. Selene's sire was Viktor, and incase you have forgotten, he died. He died before the ceremony, before the virus was used on her." William paused, "She hasn't woken up and she is dead-like because the original virus of hers' doesn't exist any longer. The virus is gone, and how can you make her vampire once again if her vampire virus is gone? She can't be immortal without the immortal virus that made her in the first place."

"What do you mean?" Michael's dry voice asked as he turned his head slightly.

"I mean, she has no immortal virus. That's why she isn't awake, that's why she's dead."

Michael turned his head away, "No, she isn't dead."

William sighed, "Michael..."

"She promised she would stay, she can't be dead." He said his voice rising.

"I can only do one thing then." He whispered.

They all looked at him curiously for a moment as he kneeled beside Selene, "Hopefully my theory is correct, and hopefully there is enough time for this to work."

William placed his hand over Selene's wrist. With a quick movement of his long nails Selene was bleeding. Michael looked at him as if he was crazy and Drake simply head Lydia back from moving forward.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked.

"He is seeing if the blood is still warm." Haley said from behind him.

William was amazed at how she knew this, but he presumed that she was a doctor also , "She is correct. Blood goes room temperature when it is released from the body."

He held his coat over the wound so that no water would enter and cause problems. With careful movements William placed his finger into the cut he had made. He pulled it back out and held the wound tightly. "Her blood is warm, but not nearly as warm as it should be. I think she is fading."

"What do we do?" Michael asked beginning to panic.

"You. You must bite her." William responded.

"How will that help? It will certainly kill her." Michael answered.

"Her blood is your blood, she made you what you are. Her virus is in you. Now, you must put it back. Bite her."

Michael looked down at Selene's form. Her eyes were closed and her skin was pale. He moved towards her. When his face was inches from her neck he whispered into her ear, "Forgive me, but I cannot lose you. I love you."

He changed quickly his eyes black and fangs elongating . He pushed her wet hair from her smooth skin and pushed it back over her shoulder. He lifted her body up closer to him and leaned in closer. His mouth opened wide and he sunk his fangs into her soft and delicate skin.

The noise made when the skin broke went unheard as the rain pounded into the muddy ground around them. They all watched in silence as he drank her blood, softly, never spilling a drop. He held her tenderly almost as if she would break if she was not handled with care.

Selene yawned as she laid in her bed. The feeling was still aching in her mind. She didn't know what it was, but she still felt it tugging at her, as if it was trying to warn her of something. It had been like that throughout the day, but nothing had happened.

Her eyes closed as she fell into a restless sleep.

She heard screaming, high-pitched screams of pure terror. Her eyes snapped open and she sat erect in her bed. The moonlight illuminating the room. The screams continued, and she knew whom they belonged. Her sister's scream was high; her mother's was more of a lower tone. Both of them screaming at the same time made her jump out of her bed.

Selene ran out into the hall. The sight in front of her made her stomach twist in knots. Blood covered the floors and walls. Bloody footprints headed from room to room. She was not sure who's they were, but she had a good idea of who it might have been.

Her breathing quickened as she held a hand tightly over her mouth and crept room to room. There was no sign of her father, mother, or sister. Finally, she went to check on Mary and Grace. The door to their room was cracked open.

Moving silently, she pushed the door open. It creaked as it opened to reveal the room. Her eyes widened in terror as she let out a sob, "No..."

They were still in their room, butchered like animals. Blood was everywhere and the stench of death filled her nose. She back away slowly, noticing the flowers scattered across the floor from an obvious struggle. The only flower still in the vase was the red rose.

The moonlight made it look brighter than it actually was. She stared at it as she backed out of the room, suddenly the sound returned, the sound of someone calling her name.

"Selene..." The voice was sad and desperate. "You can't leave me..." The voice got louder, "You promised you wouldn't leave me!" It shouted.

"I'm not leaving you." She replied silently to whoever was calling out to her. She heard something outside, moving and then she heard a gunshot. She heard her father yelling and shooting again. However, she did not understand. Her father let out an anguished cry and tears started running down her face as she made her way to the front door. She threw it open only to be met with her father's dead body laying face down in the dirt.

The sadness was overwhelming her now, and she dropped to her knees. She placed her hands over her face and cried. She felt someone's arms wrap around her small frame and whisper gentle words into her ear.

She looked up to see an old man. He gave her a sad smile. He told her the story, about what had killed her family and told her he could only save her. His eyes turned an icy blue as she clung to her savior. She did not notice however. She felt something sharp on her neck and pulled back.

"What is it my child?" He asked.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you the power to avenge your family's death." He told her moving towards her once again. She gave in this time, after all, what did she have to live for anyways?

He pulled her to him and tilted her head to the side. She closed her eyes and braced herself for whatever pain may take place. Before anything happened though, the voice reentered her mind.

"I love you damnit...you just can't leave me, Selene. I am lost; I have no reason to live. You gave me reason, and you promised not to leave me. Please, please keep that promise..." She pulled back once again. There was someone calling for her, begging her. What promise had she made?

A warm feeling enveloped her as an image of a man walking through the rain, his hood up and his head down. He was far away from her, but she thought she could almost touch him. She was hovering above him as he walked among the tons of people that were scurrying around.

Her mind flashed and she was now in a train station of some sort. People walked by her briskly not giving her a second look. One man stopped however, he looked at her for a moment and the words returned to her, "Please, please keep that promise."

"If you want to get revenge for what these beasts did to your family, I suggest that you relax and quit trying to get away. I am doing this for you. You deserve this you know."

Selene almost didn't hear him as she looked up. It seemed like forever passed as she sat there looking into his eyes. Something didn't feel right; something bad was going to happen. And the man in the images she was having was trying to warn her. He was trying to tell her to come back to him, and not go with Viktor.

His hand came up and rested on her shoulder, "Child, you must make a decision."

"Forgive me..." The voice whispered desperately, "But I can not lose you. I love you." The warm feeling enveloped her once again as she fell backwards. Something stopped her from hitting the ground however. It was the man that was calling for her.

She looked at him confused. He picked her up from the ground stood her on her feet.

"You!" Viktor shouted, "Abomination!" He yelled jumping forward. The man moved quickly to the side.

"I will not let her go." He told Viktor his arms wrapped securely around her waist.

"You will, you abomination. Something like you should never happen." Viktor said pulling out his sword.

She felt his skin grow cold as he held her and she looked down at his arms, which were now almost completely blue. She tilted her head. His face had changed also his eyes were black and his breathing was labored.

In any normal circumstance, she would have screamed, but his presence didn't seem harmful at all. He let go of her gently, "Run, run away." He said in a low growl. She nodded and began to run away towards the deep trees that made up the forest surrounding the meadow.

She heard movements behind her. Hissing and roaring but she ignored it the best she could. She tripped and fell. Suddenly she couldn't move at all, and all she could see were the stars above her head. Her eyelids became very heavy as her eyes slid shut.

Selene again felt the warm embrace and heard the man whisper words into her ear again, "Forgive me, but I can not lose you. I love you." A sharp pain in her neck made her wince, but as soon as she felt the pain, it was gone. Replaced by a feeling of pure pleasure and bliss. Her skin tingled as his breath was warm on her neck.

The awful feeling that had been tearing at her mind disappeared completely. Her mind went blank as he embraced her, and the memories of a past life shot their way through her.

Michael pulled away slowly his eyes closed. A single drop of blood dripped from his cold lips. His eyes remained black as he transformed to his human self. The blood lust still evident, there in his eyes.

He hovered over Selene's body. The rain hitting him in the back of the head and sliding down until it dripped from the ends of his hair. He cringed at the wound marks on her neck. The marks he made.

William tapped Drake on the shoulder and motioned towards the van. Drake nodded, "Michael, we should head back to the van before this storm reaches it's peak. If it worked, which it probably will, she should wake before we return."

Michael nodded slowly, his eyes still black and still focused on Selene. He heard their footsteps as they retreated back to the van, however, their footsteps seemed slower than normal. The hybrid leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Gently he picked her up and stood on his feet. Her body was as light as a feather as he began to carry her back towards the van. His footfalls were heavy as mud sloshed against his ankles and torn pants. The whole time he wondered why she hadn't woken up, assuming the bite did work. He was up minutes after being bitten.

He took in a deep breath, his eyes slowly returning back to normal as the taste of her blood washed away from his mouth, however, the taste was forever imprinted in his mind. Michael froze, he didn't know if it was just him, or the rain, but he thought he felt her move in his arms.

His eyes traveled down to her, where she lay in his arms. Michael's eyes widened as her eyes started to flutter open. He wasn't breathing normal anymore, to caught up in the joyous feeling that rose from his chest and almost made him lightheaded.

Then, her eyes opened all of the way, they were an icy blue. She gasped and started thrashing in his arms, he did his best to keep a hold of her, but she now rivaled his power. With no other option he fell to his knees and laid her on the ground.

Her fangs grew as her mouth opened and she moaned in pain. He knew he couldn't do anything but let it pass. He watched her still, with a worried expression on his face.

Selene's eyes turned an onyx black as her hands at her sides dug into the soft, thick, and wet mud. She was gasping for air and she closed her eyes tightly. He watched as she calmed and opened her eyes.

Michael took in her new form. It amazed him that she didn't seem to be that different than she was before. While he had more characteristics of a wolf, her features remained more human like. Her eyes were black, her mouth hung open slightly letting him see her fangs, which were longer than normal.

Her skin was a pale blue, instead of looking rough like his skin did, hers' looked soft and delicate. Selene unclenched her hands from the mud showing her long claw like nails.

"Selene..." He breathed. She looked at him her eyes shinning in confusion.

Before he could answer her however he was knocked backwards by a strong force. He landed on a large rock a few yards away. He heard his back crack when he landed, this made him let out a painful howl. His vision was blurred by the downpour of rain that came wave after wave.

Michael shook his head trying to get the rain out of his face as he crawled into a standing position. Ignoring the pain in his back his eyes traveled to where Selene had laid a few minutes prior. His eyes widened, she was standing up now, her hands stretched at her sides as her claws glinted off the light from some lightening that struck overhead.

He saw something then, a shadow standing towards the smoking barn. The hybrid let out a growl.

"C'mon, you didn't think you killed me that easily did you? I'm a hybrid. Half vampire, half lycan, but stronger than both. We have more power than both of the races." Marcus grinned but his face soon changed to a scowl, "You should be dead you traitor!"

Selene didn't move just stood in the rain staring straight ahead.

"You didn't..." Marcus trailed off, "You fucking changed her!"

Michael winced as he took a step forward, "Your time is up Marcus."

"Is it really?" Marcus asked crossing his arms over his chest, "I mean, I've lived through being burnt alive and a fatal stab wound, there isn't much more you could do is there?"

The younger hybrid's breathing increased as he felt the change take control of him. With a painful moan, from his wounds stretching, he changed back into his hybrid form. His eyes focused both on Marcus and on Selene, who still hadn't changed her position.

"When will you learn to give up?" Marcus asked with a growl as he transformed himself.

The thunder boomed as Marcus jumped towards Michael his hands wrapping around the younger man's throat. Both of them growled as they were face to face. Michael clawed at Marcus's face and finally was able to push him off and stand again.

However, Marcus was faster and was on the offensive once again, grabbing Michael by the back of the head he brought his knee up to his gut and then punched him in the face sending him stumbling backwards.

The vampire hybrid seemed to be determined to make sure Michael didn't make it out of this fight alive as he moved towards him once again slashing at his already open wound in his stomach. Growling Marcus picked up the wounded hybrid by his neck. Using a great amount of force, Marcus launched Michael across the muddy ground and through one of the remaining walls of the smoking barn.

Within seconds Marcus was hovering over Michael a malicious grin on his face, "It looks as if your time is up." Marcus said as he watched Michael's barely conscious form.

His hand shot out towards the younger hybrid, but something grabbed his hand and stopped him. He looked over and his black eyes widened.

A/N: Next chapter will be posted as soon as possible hopefully before I fall asleep

Remember that this should've been all one big chapter but turned into three smaller ones. It was just too big.