Disclaimer: See previous chapter.

AN: I apologize for getting the chapters mixed up here. In my haste to update my stories, I apparently got them crossed. So for the readers to both fanfics, I am truly sorry.

Chap. II

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It was rare to see a full sunrise over the city. But there it is, Ethan mused as he gazed out of the window. The light broke through the dark clouds and shone down over the ancient buildings. It has been an hour since he had pulled his guests from the rainy streets and into his home. The rain itself hadn't ceased totally and a few sprinkle drops continued to fall from the sky. It would probably be only a matter of time before the rain began again. Either that or it would stop, but the clouds would remain.

Sighing lightly, he turned away and looked in the bedroom at the pair. He grinned lightly after seeing the woman, Selene, sleeping soundly on the sleeping mat. Looking over at Michael, he saw that he wasn't sleeping as soundly. Although softly, the blond man's head was moving rather constantly from side to side. Ethan moved closer as Michael's head began to thrash a bit more. Taking a syringe, he filled it with a sedative and injected it into Michael's arm, causing his thrashing to slow and eventually cease. Checking the wound, he found that it had completely healed, although a light red mark was left behind.

There is something about this boy.

The day passed on without incident. Both Selene and Michael remained asleep for the entire day, telling Ethan that the two must have gone through much the night before. Finally, the sun settled back down the horizon and the night arrived. As if on cue, Selene awoke and roused from her mat. Ethan chose that moment to walk in the room.

"Sleep well?"

Selene grasped her head slightly and looked to the window. Though the curtains were closed, Selene saw the night outside.

"How long?"

Ethan held out his hand to help her up, "All day."

Selene looked at his hand briefly before finally conceding and lending her hand to him and being pulled up.

"You two must have had quite a night. You both slept throughout the day."

Selene didn't answer. Because of being a vampire, her body would slow down at sunrise in order for her to sleep during the day. As a Death Dealer, she was trained to ignore it in case she was on a mission that lasted throughout the day, but after last night's events, she had been too exhausted to fight it. Her gaze switched over to Michael, who was still sleeping.

"He had a little trouble sleeping so I had to sedate him."

Selene's head suddenly flashed and she glared at Ethan threateningly. Ethan however quickly answered, "Don't worry. Don't worry. It was just a mild sedate to help him sleep. He looked like her need it."

Selene's expression didn't change, but she turned back to Michael. He was as peaceful as he was before she blacked out. At least he is at peace. At that point, Ethan moved near the bed and dropped a few articles of clothes near him. Included in it was a long darkcoat, similar to what she wore. He noticed her glance at it and grinned.

"I figured a couple like you should dress alike."

"We're not a couple." Selene answered coldly.

Ethan didn't seem to buy it. "You could've fooled me." he said simply. "Judging by the way you're always looking at him, what else can I assume?"

Selene scowled, but didn't retort. Truthfully, she had been gazing at him ever since they arrived there. She still was unsure of her feelings, but whatever they were, they were strong. Perhaps because I sired him. It had been a well known fact that a vampire is usually close to the ones they sired. That mostly explained her loyalty to Viktor. But still, she killed him. And her feelings for him were there before she even bit him. They were especially evident when she kissed him the first time. Though it was to distract him in order to chain him up, a feeling remained attached. All the more so after the second kiss.

A vampire's kiss...

Selene shook the thoughts away, leaving it to only reason for her emotions were because of siring him. Deep within, she knew she was fooling herself, but she didn't care. Now wasn't the time for it. Unfortunately, she was still staring at him during these thoughts and the mysterious host smirked further. However, seeing that she wasn't one for humor, his smile quickly faded. At that point, Michael began to stir and his eyes slowly opened. Selene sat next to him and brushed his hair away again so that he could see more clearly.

"Selene..." he whispered.

The dark-haired woman nodded slightly, "I'm here. How are you feeling?"

Michael rolled his eyes slightly, "A little hazy. But I'm alright." His eyes shut briefly,

"There were more...more images...memories."

"Don't worry." She reassured. "Everything is going to be alright."

She didn't know why she said that, but she didn't care. She didn't want him to worry even though there was plenty reason to. Hunted by the Death Dealers and with no where to run, she was sadly lost. But she didn't want him to panic. She had brought him into this world and felt responsible for him. A caretaker. Perhaps that is why I feel this way. Nevertheless, the intended effect worked as Michael didn't seem worried. His eyes roved over the room they were in.

"Where are...?" His question ceased upon seeing Ethan in the back. And before Michael knew it...

"Young pup...?"

Ethan suddenly blinked in response and took a closer look at Michael.

"Lucian?" he gasped.

Selene looked at him in shock. How does he...? It took approximately two seconds for her to reach into the thick of her coat, pull of her Berretta, and train it on his forehead. Her eyes had instantly switched from dark brown to cold blue and her sharp fangs were bared slightly.

"Lycan." she sneered.