First things first, the Legal part.
This story is not authorized by Lakeshore Entertainment or Screen Gems Productions. Underworld and its characters, and trademarks are the property of Lakeshore Entertainment, and/or Screen Gems Productions. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
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Notes:
Hey thanks for the reviews. I have several chapters written already, but finding the time to type and edit them is going to cause delays occasionally. The name for the Clan in Underworld is still being thought over, email me if you have any ideas. Well on to part two.
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Fool For Her
Chapter 2
London
1880 A.D.
The ball was lovely or at least William thought so. The Victorian manor that it was held at was very spacious and there were surely some hundred guests invited. As always whilst everyone else was frolicking and dancing in the room's center he sat in the corner writing his poetry.
His garments were wrinkled as always, mostly from lack of changing them. He couldn't afford a full wardrobe, or servants to wash them. William was a well educated young man, and of noble birth, but the majority of his meager fortune went towards his mother. Truthfully had it not been for his noble origins he would be a pauper.
Not that he blamed his mother. It was hardly her fault that her health was on the decline. It hurt him to think of her present condition, she rarely had any energy and more often than not was bed ridden.
William was hoping to see Cecily at the party. Not two days ago she had said that he was, "beneath her", but even still he had hopes. He had been heart broken at the time of course, but after going home and feeling sorry for himself he decided that it was no reason to give up. That and a pep talk from his mum and he was back on the saddle as it were. Still, however it looked as though she wasn't going to make an appearance tonight, or if she had she had already retired.
William sighed. He supposed she never would love him, but until she chose a suitor he would not give up. It would have been nice to see her tonight, her beauty would calm his nerves. He was having a annoyingly large amount of difficulty with the current line he was writing.
"What's another word that rhymes with Cecily?" he thought and wondered. William closed his eyes and sat back in his chair, deep in thought when suddenly he heard a sweet playful voice say,
"Dance with me!" William opened his eyes to see the loveliest entity his vision had ever seen. Her long dark hair was done up and tied in a courtly bun. The white dress she wore accentuated her fine neckline and sharp features. A pair of chestnut eyes stared at him with a smile that for a moment made him completely forget Cecily. Her words rang in his ears, but being the reticent and shy individual that he was he was certainly not going to try and compete with this beauty. He stuttered as he replied,
"I'm sorry no, I'm not really in the mood for-" The young girl quickly cut him and practically tore him from his seat. "Hey!" he yallped. She teasingly answered,
"That wasn't a request!" Suddenly she had drug him to the dance floor. There were hundreds of people surrounding them as they held together moving to the soft music. William was not accustomed to it. But for the first time he felt no pressure from all of those around him. All he was looking at while he was there were the two beautiful eyes starring back at him.
"I'm Selene." What a beautiful name he thought. He told her this and she smiled at him.
"William." He replied with half a breath. William was in pure and total bliss. Both of them began to loose all sense of time. Soon they both entered into a world of there own. Gone were the unknown strangers dancing around them. Gone was the dance floor itself. There was only the music, and each other.
Suddenly reality came back when William felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Lord Griffith, one of the more elite nobles. "Why would he be speaking to me?" The answer came as quite a shock,
"Would you kindly let me have my daughter back for a moment?" William looked at Selene suddenly understanding. She was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in London!
"As you wish my lord." William moved aside and looked at Selene one last time before leaving the dance floor. There was a hurt expression on her porcelain face. William went back to his corner and gathered his things but before sitting he found himself face to face with Griffith again. Griffith was a very large burly man, very tall especially for his time. His hard facial features were halfway hidden by the graying beard at his face. He was an extremely intimidating fellow. Selene was not with him. William looked to the dance floor and to his horror through the crowd caught sight of her in the arms of someone else.
Lord Griffith spoke in a very gentlemanly but nonetheless cold manner.
"Walk with me young William." William, not one to disobey his superiors followed suit as Griffith turned and began strolling the periphery of the dance floor. William walked at his side, but also a step behind. William asked,
"What do you wish of me Lord Griffith?" The man casually replied,
"I would like you to refrain from speaking to my daughter again young William." William looked at him with confusion.
"Sir, you misunderstand. Your daughter asked me to dance." Lord Griffith suddenly stopped walking and gave him a glare before resuming his course,
"No she didn't, and I suggest you remember that!" William of course understood what he meant but that hardly meant he had to resolve himself to his position so easily.
"Sir, I hardly understand you. If your daughter requests me to dance then as a gentleman-" Lord Griffith cut him off,
"You will tell her it is not your position. My daughter is a fine and respectable young woman. She will have many suitors and will consort and marry with someone of her own stature. Not someone beneath her." The last words out of his mouth killed any rebellious thoughts that might have remained in William.
It was the exact same thing that Cecily had said, but this hurt so much more. The simple truth was that he had no argument against it, he was beneath her.
He had nothing to offer her father to even have the chance at courting her.
"Now then," Lord Griffith said, while straightening William's coat. "I believe we understand one another?" He walked away leaving William alone.
William, heartbroken again, walked back to his table gathered his things, and left. There was nothing to say.
No, that wasn't true he realized. There was plenty to say to Selene, but nothing he could.
London
2004 A.D.
Back in the present, two vampires were looking at each other with wide eyes and open jaws. Selene's usually cold, expressionless face was dazed, shocked even. She began stuttering,
"But…your…" Spike finished for her,
"Dead. And…your…" Selene finished,
"Alive." A billion questions and thoughts, mostly identical raced through both of their minds, but neither of them got a chance to say a single one.
Through the door suddenly walked in a troupe of five leather clad vampires who all looked like rejects from the Matrix. Spike instantly recognized from the scent that they were from whatever clan Selene had become a part of.
Suddenly all attention in the room was upon the new arrivals. Spike asked,
"Friends of yours?" Suddenly they all caught sight of both Selene and Spike and all of them instantly without hesitation drew half a dozen semi automatic weapons from there leather attire. "Guess not." Spike thought.
"GET HER!" One of the vampires yelled. Suddenly gunfire began spraying everywhere in their direction, but before the first shot was fired both Spike and Selene had already leapt over the pub and taken cover. Gun shots rang loud and reverberated throughout the pub and most of the demons who didn't have a butt load of pride had already fled, a brawl was one thing but a shootout was totally different. Those that had stayed were dealt with quickly and efficiently.
Wood started getting shot everywhere around them as the bullets tore through, missing them by millimeters. Oddly enough Spike actually caught what looked like a blue splatter on a rather large piece of debris.
"What the bleeding hell are they shooting at us? Paint balls?" Spike suspected it was more than that because he realized that it was difficult to look at the paint to long without it hurting his eyes. To his right Selene shouted over the pandemonium,
"Ultra Violent rounds! The bullets have an irradiated fluid in them. If the liquid makes skin contact it will kill you as easily as the sun will!"
"Well that's just peachy!" Spike commented, Who were these bloody bastards!
"Any Ideas Luv?" Spike managed to ask over the sound of gunfire.
Suddenly Selene pulled out two berretta pistols from the inside of her coat, stood, turned, and fired. Spike lifted his head just enough to watch two of the matrix dressed vampires fall to the ground and convulse before turning to dust in a haze of blue light. Spike watched in awe as she repeated the process again, but this time succeeded in dropping only one of the vampires.
"What has she been doing in the last century!" Spike thought to himself as Selene ejected her magazines and reloaded. She attempted to kill the remaining three, but the vampires, finally realizing their exposed position had already taken cover behind the tables. Selene cursed in frustration,
"Damn, I can't hit them from here and were losing our cover!" She was right Spike realized. The pub was now little more than scattered woodchips, frame, and glowing blue stains.
"Any more guns?" Spike asked. Selene nodded and reached into her coat retrieving another pistol. A Desert Eagle.
"Backup weapon." She explained. Spike nodded, took hold of the grip, and cocked it. Selene added, "It doesn't have UV rounds though, it has silver bullets and I'm out of extra clips. It won't kill them but it should stun them long enough for me to finish them off if you make a clean hit." Spike nodded. He waited for the vampires to fire off a few more shots before he made a move.
Staying low he went around the side of the pub through the opening and as soon as he passed the threshold he leapt, turning on his side. He passed the cover of the tables the vampires were using and in mid jump lined them up in the crosshairs of the weapon and fired three quick shots, all of which succeeded in landing squarely in the chest of each vampire. They all collapsed to the ground at the same time Spike landed.
Spike then watched in amazement as Selene waltzed over and fired three of her own shots, one into each head of the three vampires. They were all dust within seconds.
Selene then looked at him with a look of bewilderment, then at the pub, then slowly at the remains of the vampires, tracking the path of his jump. Again she looked at him quizzically. Spike smirked,
"What, so I've seen a couple John Woo flicks." Selene just sighed.
Suddenly to the right, out of the corner of there eyes, they each saw another leather clad figure that they missed make a run for the door. They each fired but failed to hit him before he ran out. Selene cursed.
"After him!" She yelled. Spike followed her as they ran outside but the vampire was already driving away by the time they reached the outside.
"Damn." Selene snorted. "We have to get out of here, they'll bring reinforcements soon!" Selene turned but Spike grabbed her saying,
"Whose they luv? Look I just got shot at and was nearly turned into a pile of dust. And how the Bleeding hell are you here, alive! Now I want some answers!" Selene yelled back at him,
"There isn't time. Believe me I have questions to ask you but right now all you need to know is that they're trying to kill me and, now that you've helped me, you too. Now can we move, my sanctuary isn't far" Spike just replied,
"Fair enough." Selene unlocked the sedan she had driven in while Spike started up the black Suzuki motorcycle he received as his severance for being at Wolfram and Hart. Spike grinned as the powerful motor sprang to life.
As Selene closed the door to her car she commented, in a whisper,
"What happened to him?"
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So there's Part II. What did you think?
This story is not authorized by Lakeshore Entertainment or Screen Gems Productions. Underworld and its characters, and trademarks are the property of Lakeshore Entertainment, and/or Screen Gems Productions. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
This story is not authorized by Fox. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its characters, and trademarks are the property of Twentieth Century Fox, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and/or the United Paramount Network. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
This story is not authorized by Whitewolf. The World Of Darkness and other trademarks are the property of Whitewolf. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entity. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
===============================================================
Notes:
Hey thanks for the reviews. I have several chapters written already, but finding the time to type and edit them is going to cause delays occasionally. The name for the Clan in Underworld is still being thought over, email me if you have any ideas. Well on to part two.
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Fool For Her
Chapter 2
London
1880 A.D.
The ball was lovely or at least William thought so. The Victorian manor that it was held at was very spacious and there were surely some hundred guests invited. As always whilst everyone else was frolicking and dancing in the room's center he sat in the corner writing his poetry.
His garments were wrinkled as always, mostly from lack of changing them. He couldn't afford a full wardrobe, or servants to wash them. William was a well educated young man, and of noble birth, but the majority of his meager fortune went towards his mother. Truthfully had it not been for his noble origins he would be a pauper.
Not that he blamed his mother. It was hardly her fault that her health was on the decline. It hurt him to think of her present condition, she rarely had any energy and more often than not was bed ridden.
William was hoping to see Cecily at the party. Not two days ago she had said that he was, "beneath her", but even still he had hopes. He had been heart broken at the time of course, but after going home and feeling sorry for himself he decided that it was no reason to give up. That and a pep talk from his mum and he was back on the saddle as it were. Still, however it looked as though she wasn't going to make an appearance tonight, or if she had she had already retired.
William sighed. He supposed she never would love him, but until she chose a suitor he would not give up. It would have been nice to see her tonight, her beauty would calm his nerves. He was having a annoyingly large amount of difficulty with the current line he was writing.
"What's another word that rhymes with Cecily?" he thought and wondered. William closed his eyes and sat back in his chair, deep in thought when suddenly he heard a sweet playful voice say,
"Dance with me!" William opened his eyes to see the loveliest entity his vision had ever seen. Her long dark hair was done up and tied in a courtly bun. The white dress she wore accentuated her fine neckline and sharp features. A pair of chestnut eyes stared at him with a smile that for a moment made him completely forget Cecily. Her words rang in his ears, but being the reticent and shy individual that he was he was certainly not going to try and compete with this beauty. He stuttered as he replied,
"I'm sorry no, I'm not really in the mood for-" The young girl quickly cut him and practically tore him from his seat. "Hey!" he yallped. She teasingly answered,
"That wasn't a request!" Suddenly she had drug him to the dance floor. There were hundreds of people surrounding them as they held together moving to the soft music. William was not accustomed to it. But for the first time he felt no pressure from all of those around him. All he was looking at while he was there were the two beautiful eyes starring back at him.
"I'm Selene." What a beautiful name he thought. He told her this and she smiled at him.
"William." He replied with half a breath. William was in pure and total bliss. Both of them began to loose all sense of time. Soon they both entered into a world of there own. Gone were the unknown strangers dancing around them. Gone was the dance floor itself. There was only the music, and each other.
Suddenly reality came back when William felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Lord Griffith, one of the more elite nobles. "Why would he be speaking to me?" The answer came as quite a shock,
"Would you kindly let me have my daughter back for a moment?" William looked at Selene suddenly understanding. She was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in London!
"As you wish my lord." William moved aside and looked at Selene one last time before leaving the dance floor. There was a hurt expression on her porcelain face. William went back to his corner and gathered his things but before sitting he found himself face to face with Griffith again. Griffith was a very large burly man, very tall especially for his time. His hard facial features were halfway hidden by the graying beard at his face. He was an extremely intimidating fellow. Selene was not with him. William looked to the dance floor and to his horror through the crowd caught sight of her in the arms of someone else.
Lord Griffith spoke in a very gentlemanly but nonetheless cold manner.
"Walk with me young William." William, not one to disobey his superiors followed suit as Griffith turned and began strolling the periphery of the dance floor. William walked at his side, but also a step behind. William asked,
"What do you wish of me Lord Griffith?" The man casually replied,
"I would like you to refrain from speaking to my daughter again young William." William looked at him with confusion.
"Sir, you misunderstand. Your daughter asked me to dance." Lord Griffith suddenly stopped walking and gave him a glare before resuming his course,
"No she didn't, and I suggest you remember that!" William of course understood what he meant but that hardly meant he had to resolve himself to his position so easily.
"Sir, I hardly understand you. If your daughter requests me to dance then as a gentleman-" Lord Griffith cut him off,
"You will tell her it is not your position. My daughter is a fine and respectable young woman. She will have many suitors and will consort and marry with someone of her own stature. Not someone beneath her." The last words out of his mouth killed any rebellious thoughts that might have remained in William.
It was the exact same thing that Cecily had said, but this hurt so much more. The simple truth was that he had no argument against it, he was beneath her.
He had nothing to offer her father to even have the chance at courting her.
"Now then," Lord Griffith said, while straightening William's coat. "I believe we understand one another?" He walked away leaving William alone.
William, heartbroken again, walked back to his table gathered his things, and left. There was nothing to say.
No, that wasn't true he realized. There was plenty to say to Selene, but nothing he could.
London
2004 A.D.
Back in the present, two vampires were looking at each other with wide eyes and open jaws. Selene's usually cold, expressionless face was dazed, shocked even. She began stuttering,
"But…your…" Spike finished for her,
"Dead. And…your…" Selene finished,
"Alive." A billion questions and thoughts, mostly identical raced through both of their minds, but neither of them got a chance to say a single one.
Through the door suddenly walked in a troupe of five leather clad vampires who all looked like rejects from the Matrix. Spike instantly recognized from the scent that they were from whatever clan Selene had become a part of.
Suddenly all attention in the room was upon the new arrivals. Spike asked,
"Friends of yours?" Suddenly they all caught sight of both Selene and Spike and all of them instantly without hesitation drew half a dozen semi automatic weapons from there leather attire. "Guess not." Spike thought.
"GET HER!" One of the vampires yelled. Suddenly gunfire began spraying everywhere in their direction, but before the first shot was fired both Spike and Selene had already leapt over the pub and taken cover. Gun shots rang loud and reverberated throughout the pub and most of the demons who didn't have a butt load of pride had already fled, a brawl was one thing but a shootout was totally different. Those that had stayed were dealt with quickly and efficiently.
Wood started getting shot everywhere around them as the bullets tore through, missing them by millimeters. Oddly enough Spike actually caught what looked like a blue splatter on a rather large piece of debris.
"What the bleeding hell are they shooting at us? Paint balls?" Spike suspected it was more than that because he realized that it was difficult to look at the paint to long without it hurting his eyes. To his right Selene shouted over the pandemonium,
"Ultra Violent rounds! The bullets have an irradiated fluid in them. If the liquid makes skin contact it will kill you as easily as the sun will!"
"Well that's just peachy!" Spike commented, Who were these bloody bastards!
"Any Ideas Luv?" Spike managed to ask over the sound of gunfire.
Suddenly Selene pulled out two berretta pistols from the inside of her coat, stood, turned, and fired. Spike lifted his head just enough to watch two of the matrix dressed vampires fall to the ground and convulse before turning to dust in a haze of blue light. Spike watched in awe as she repeated the process again, but this time succeeded in dropping only one of the vampires.
"What has she been doing in the last century!" Spike thought to himself as Selene ejected her magazines and reloaded. She attempted to kill the remaining three, but the vampires, finally realizing their exposed position had already taken cover behind the tables. Selene cursed in frustration,
"Damn, I can't hit them from here and were losing our cover!" She was right Spike realized. The pub was now little more than scattered woodchips, frame, and glowing blue stains.
"Any more guns?" Spike asked. Selene nodded and reached into her coat retrieving another pistol. A Desert Eagle.
"Backup weapon." She explained. Spike nodded, took hold of the grip, and cocked it. Selene added, "It doesn't have UV rounds though, it has silver bullets and I'm out of extra clips. It won't kill them but it should stun them long enough for me to finish them off if you make a clean hit." Spike nodded. He waited for the vampires to fire off a few more shots before he made a move.
Staying low he went around the side of the pub through the opening and as soon as he passed the threshold he leapt, turning on his side. He passed the cover of the tables the vampires were using and in mid jump lined them up in the crosshairs of the weapon and fired three quick shots, all of which succeeded in landing squarely in the chest of each vampire. They all collapsed to the ground at the same time Spike landed.
Spike then watched in amazement as Selene waltzed over and fired three of her own shots, one into each head of the three vampires. They were all dust within seconds.
Selene then looked at him with a look of bewilderment, then at the pub, then slowly at the remains of the vampires, tracking the path of his jump. Again she looked at him quizzically. Spike smirked,
"What, so I've seen a couple John Woo flicks." Selene just sighed.
Suddenly to the right, out of the corner of there eyes, they each saw another leather clad figure that they missed make a run for the door. They each fired but failed to hit him before he ran out. Selene cursed.
"After him!" She yelled. Spike followed her as they ran outside but the vampire was already driving away by the time they reached the outside.
"Damn." Selene snorted. "We have to get out of here, they'll bring reinforcements soon!" Selene turned but Spike grabbed her saying,
"Whose they luv? Look I just got shot at and was nearly turned into a pile of dust. And how the Bleeding hell are you here, alive! Now I want some answers!" Selene yelled back at him,
"There isn't time. Believe me I have questions to ask you but right now all you need to know is that they're trying to kill me and, now that you've helped me, you too. Now can we move, my sanctuary isn't far" Spike just replied,
"Fair enough." Selene unlocked the sedan she had driven in while Spike started up the black Suzuki motorcycle he received as his severance for being at Wolfram and Hart. Spike grinned as the powerful motor sprang to life.
As Selene closed the door to her car she commented, in a whisper,
"What happened to him?"
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So there's Part II. What did you think?