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Is it possible to develop feelings for someone you just met two days ago? … no.

Sure she was fond of him, but even now, after a year of hiding and surviving she still quarrelled with her heart. Heart, what a strange word it was to her. She'd never thought about it before, just an organ, another dead organ in her dead lifeless body. That's why she spent so much time in the hunt, why she had become obsessed with it. It took her mind off of thinking about her existence or purpose.

She fed, hunted, slept, fed, became annoyed, hunted… same routine for countless nights on end until that night.

Michael, the human.

Well he was no human any more. He was a hybrid now, and the first of his kind too.

Strange thing about him, he struggled to keep human and followed her unquestionably. So of course she was fond of him, they'd barely been apart for more than four hours in the past year. And when they were apart they were always under the same roof. They'd fled out of the Death Dealer's grasp and since then had kept moving from town to town until they found a small abandoned cabin near a small town in Belize.

Convenient, quiet, alone… only the first one appealed to Selene. Being alone with Michael under a small roof wasn't exactly her idea of convenience. For the past few months she'd pushed him away, she knew, he noticed. Yet she didn't explain, that half Lycan was getting too close to that dead organ in her chest.

She had become so used to him, so fond of him that she couldn't sleep unless she knew exactly where he was.

She'd rather be killed by Marcus than have Michael know her feelings. Again with that strange word, feelings. She wasn't made of stone, of course she had feelings, she'd felt disgust every time Kraven touched her, she'd felt friendship with Khan, she had loved her dark father Viktor, she had suffered greatly at finding out the truth about her family, how they'd been massacred.

But love?

That is a whole different rule.

The sleeping figure stirred in his sleep, Selene was ready to jump the moment he opened his eyes. The last thing she needed was have him suspect of her nightly visits. It was uncontrollable, all she knew was that she had to make sure he was on his couch sleeping before she could as much as close her eyes.

She'd tried to stop it countless times but the second she let her guard down, her hunting instincts took over and she found herself in the living room of the cabin watching him sleep. Then after making sure he was all right she would slowly, quietly go back to her dark basement and sleep.

"Infatuation"

The word was spoken with lips but without voice. The mere thought of it, perhaps just perhaps she was infatuated with this… this hybrid, this ex human, this good for nothing half Lycan that sometimes watched over her against her wishes. She'd lost count of all the times he had disobeyed her because he thought she was in danger or just wanted to protect her.

Protect… her.

She, the almighty Selene, the warrior, the Death Dealer, the one hundred and twenty three year old vampire. He wanted to protect her. And he took no care to hide it, he'd come right off and said it too.

"The Lycans were the daytime protectors of the Vampires at one time weren't they? Then I will protect you like you protected me"

The nerve! The same lost Hybrid who had looked up to her for answers about both species, the same Michael who had attentively listened to her sermons about vampires and lycans now felt mighty and powerful enough to think he could protect HER!

And yet after all this she still couldn't get him out of her coincidence, perhaps it was out of habit.

He stirred again, rubbed his eyes, and stared into darkness.

Nightmares again.

Only this time they were her nightmares. He was dreaming of her family again, of her memories. He hated them but at the same time he looked forward to them. They were the only window he had to her soul, to her mind, to her being. He felt like the more he knew about her past the more he understood her.

His senses picked her up immediately, out of the darkness he made out her form. He could smell her, hear her, almost feel her.

But what could she be doing? Shouldn't she be sleeping by now?

He looked at the closed curtains, a single pale ray passed through an opening. Yes, daylight, she should be sleeping. Then again, why was he?

He usually opted for sleeping at night yet he found himself dozing off more at daytime. Sometimes it felt as if his vampire side and his lycan side fought over what time to sleep. He found the voice and the courage to reveal her when he heard her begin to move away.

"Selene?"

It would be even the more suspicious if she walked off without answering him. It was obvious he had already sensed her, smelled her and perhaps even seen her.

"What is it?" She answered, hoping the harsh icy tone would stop him from asking.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, go back to sleep"

She made her break to the door leading to the basement. Leaving Michael to decipher whatever it was she wanted.

Night time came with no sleep from both sides. Michael too plagued with nightmares, Selene, too plagued with thoughts.

Such was her need to calm her conscience that the moment the last rays of sun died she left the cabin. She needed fresh air, fresh air and mammals to kill. A hundred and plus years of Death Dealing couldn't be erased by one year of hiding. But at this specific moment rabbits were all there was and all she could hunt.

Michael awoke, instinctively looking for any trace of Selene, but found none. Worry crept up his spine to his brain and features. Where could she have possible gone to so soon after sunset?

Deciding to calm down and wait before embarking into a one man M.I.A mission he made his way to the kitchen and decided to make himself some coffee. He'd felt like a million bucks after he found a discarded coffee machine in the small cabin when they first occupied it. Selene had shrugged it off, not finding it too big of a deal but the look on Michael's face once he tested it and discovered it worked was priceless.

After ten minutes he poured himself a cup of coffee and waited on his couch/bed for Selene to come back.

Half an hour passed with no sign of the vampire. Michael was getting restless as he stared at the closed door waiting for it to be opened. It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that he gave into his worries, he was about ready to open that door to go find her, when the said door opened revealing the raven haired woman.

She stood before him holding a couple of dead rabbits by the tail and looking directly at him. Defying him to question her, to go against her somehow, with icy cold eyes that gazed upon him like prey. It took Michael several minutes to gather up courage and voice to say what he wanted and even then he couldn't help but feel like one of the rabbits she had just so unbashfully thrown over the run off kitchen table.

"W... where were you?"

"I obviously was not hunting for Lycans"

'That was called for' Thought Michael realizing the stupidness of his question. She didn't just arrive with dead rabbits at hand out of fun. A vampire never took pride on killing such small powerless creatures, no, they were a proud raze that took no contentment or amusement for the killing of easy prey. Unless their survival depended on it, Michael needed the fresh blood and meat, and Selene needed the blood.

"You, left so early… I though maybe something had happened to you"

She turned around to face him, fire burning in her eyes.

"Oh Christ Michael, I can take care of myself! I don't need you or anyone else to baby sit me. I'm well a full century older than you"

That she indeed was, and it was hard to make it more obvious. She didn't only treat him like a child sometimes, but she also made sure to point out her years of knowledge.

But it wasn't like her to snap at him like that. Selene was usually icy calm, hardly ever loosing her temper. If she didn't like something she just ignored it unless it was dangerous in which case she killed it. She wasn't trivial, she liked things clear and simple. Even he knew that by now.

"I'm sorry…"

He knew it sounded stupid. But truly he didn't know what else to say. Selene ignored the apology as she began to skin one of the rabbits, it wasn't a pretty picture. Michael decided to turn away and make his way back to the couch.

She skilfully skinned, cut, and drained each rabbit. Saving the soft fur for something else. Half and hour later, she had finished both rabbits and was holding a couple of fresh pieces of meat in front of Michael.

It made him sick. But their survival depended on it.

"Don't think, just chew"

He knew Selene was right, she'd said it countless times. Shutting his eyes tightly he finally took a slice of the offered nourishment. He never looked at it as he opened his mouth as wide as possible and sank his teeth into it, ripping and tearing through flesh. What never failed to amaze him was the acceptance his body had toward the raw meat. Perhaps it was that he tried to push himself to the edge of hunger every time what allowed his mind to be over powered by hunger.

He unconsciously ravished the meat until there was no more, and when he finished blood tainted the surroundings of his mouth. Once he realized how he must look, like an animal, he felt ashamed of himself. His hands were bloody and he wondered how Selene saw him, if she saw him. Was he like a dog to her? He couldn't be just another Lycan to her, for if he was she would have killed him a long time ago.

He looked at the floor, afraid to look up and meet her soul tearing eyes. But when he finally did, he found Selene busily drinking her own cup of blood. It was obvious by her expression that she disliked animal blood immensely, but she never complained. When he finally snapped out of his thoughts he quickly stood up and began looking for something to clean himself with and the mess his hunger had caused.

He was inspecting the kitchen for signs of a paper tower when he heard Selene.

"Second drawer to your left"

He followed her instructions and found several stashed pieces of discarded cloth laying there. They looked immensely old but they would have to do. Overall the abandoned cabin though run down was pretty liveable in the first floor. By the look of one of the upper rooms the second floor had been badly burned somewhere in the last decade.

Once his 'mess' was cleaned up he looked around for Selene once again. She was standing in the same place as before only this time she was staring at him. Embarrassed he sat back on the couch.

"You should have told me where you were going… I was worried"

He hoped by saying it softly she wouldn't yell at him.

"Next time I will leave a bread crumb trail for you to follow" She replied in full sarcasm.

"A note will suffice"

Why did he allow himself to worry so much about her? But it wasn't allowing himself, it just happened, like a hunger, a need. He needed to know she was safe in order for his conscience to rest.

'You love her'

It explained everything so fully, he did it all for the same reason. For the past year he'd spent almost every waking and dreaming moment thinking about her, hearing her voice, seeing her pale gravel like face.

He knew he was infatuated with her since the first time he'd seen her. Gravel like complexion, soft well carved features, soul tearing eyes, night dark hair and red lips. He'd grown the most morbid crave for her lips right after watching her drink blood. Her blood stained lips that looked like the most beautiful and alluring thing in the world. Yet he could never taste them, sometimes, somewhere between a hunting dream he would dream of her lips, of kissing them, devouring them.

"Michael what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Like cold water it hit him, he was staring at her face. And he'd licked his lips.

Selene had seen that look too many times in her life not to know what it meant, lust, need, want. The look Kraven had given her everyday for over a century. But in Michael's eyes it was different it felt different.

Was he willing to sacrifice everything he had with her right now? Was he willing to end whatever he felt for her if she denied him? Would she still stay? So many doubts filled his mind, keeping him from taking that first step.

He knew she would never take it, she wasn't like that. It was his place to do it. His leap of faith to take. So he sighed heavily, arming himself with valour. If he was going to do this he was doing it right, he only got one shot at this. She was probably going to try to run away from him, it was her nature.

But he was physically stronger than her. He could hold her, he just hoped his courage didn't give before that.

He stood up, and began walking toward her his posture high and confident. Selene raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was thinking of doing.

"Selene… we, need to talk" He was standing so close to her now. Their bodies just inches apart.

"So talk" He was beginning to trespass her private space.

"I… care about you, a lot. We've been through a lot together and…"

Her lips. Cold, red and half parted. She didn't breathe, yet he could swear he felt her exhale.

No, he had to keep talking.

Her eyes. So cold, so explosive. Secretly begging him for something he couldn't read.

He kissed her. Light, lips against lips at first.

His hands. They cupped her cheeks like they were made of the most delicate porcelain. His fingers delighted at the softness of her skin, just like he suspected her skin would feel like. They caressed, and felt.

His lips. Devoured her own. His hands pressing her head against his kiss.

She kissed back.

Her mouth opened, her hunger poured into him. Her hands ached to touch him, they settled for his neck, hair, chest.

They kissed. Forcefully, lovingly, needing.

His tongue grazed one of her tiny sharp fangs, blood. Tiny droplets of blood fell into her mouth causing her to make for pressure, as if she was drinking from him… again.

Her eyes became the iciest tone of blue. He could feel his Hybrid form wanting to come out for his share.

Ice.

They pushed back, at the exact same time. Yet still remained close.

Her eyes clear sky blue, his eyes pitch black.

She was still close enough for him to touch.

"I love you"

Her scarlet lips gasped, her eyes widened.

"No you don't"

"I love you"

"How can you…?"

He reached for her, his hands cupping her cheeks once again.

"I love you Selene. I just wanted you to know it. I don't want to spend the rest of my life being sorry I never told you" His smile, warm and caring. It made her want to smirk.

He kissed her forehead, never asking her to say anything back and turned around. He'd gotten a couple of steps away when he heard her voice.

"I don't know how to love, like that… it has been too long" It sounded so bitter in her lips.

He turned around, saw her dark eyes again and smiled adoringly at her.

"You've always known, you just forgot"

She moved, ever so slowly she walked those couple of steps toward him.

"Could you… help me remember?"

He smiled, a bright full smile. His arms slipped under her dropped arms into her waist. He pulled toward him, pulled her waist over her tight black Death Dealer suit she still wore.

She let him, allowed him to do whatever he wished with her. He held her, slowly she held him back. Pressing him to her as he did to her.

He hid his face into her dark hair. She hid hers on his neck, fascinated by the warmth his body released. Slowly she began to feel his warmth warming her dead cold body, it was exquisite. He was incredible.

Release… she released her emotions, her feelings. Just for a moment she would break her walls, but she was still afraid. Would she be able to put them back up? Would she want to?

"I love you Selene"

He was smiling, the sun of a bitch was smiling. She was in inner turmoil and he was smiling. But his words warmed her body, she was beginning to believe it.

Regret, she knew it all too well. She'd spent every day of her un dead life regretting not been able to save her family. She couldn't spend the rest of forever regretting not telling the only man she loved the truth.

She lifted her head, he did the same, she looked into his eyes.

She smiled.

She always thought she didn't quite remember how. She'd smirked countless times but never smiled like this. She was unshamefully smiling at him.

For the first time in centuries she felt like the young dream filled girl she'd once been, the girl it was so hard for her to remember. She felt alive.

With him

A story on my favourite movie. This a Three chapter fic that walks you through a year of hiding and decisions making, as imagined by yours truly. Don't feel shy to review or drop me a line, if you don't THANKS FOR READING!

More will be coming soon- much love