Part 6: Conscious

I could not tell whether I was alive, dead, or asleep. The room was dark and the floor was the same surface texture as the walls. A faint mechanical banging was heard in the background.

"You are in a land without laws, here you are nothing. We are in charge." I heard a loud speaker boom out, the mechanically modified voice echoed in the room and in my ears.

"Where am I?" I asked no one in particular.

"Here, with us. Don't worry, they are not coming for you right now."

"Who?" I asked, I reached up, to stand, but my legs failed me as I slipped on the dirty, soot soiled floor.

"Guess.", said a medium leveled male voice, a door opened, shining a blinding light into the room. His lean figure stood out against the light that blared into the room. "And to think, you had so much potential, pity really." He said, taking me up by my collar and dragging me out of the room. Down the hall past the bright lights and tiled floor, where no one walked past us. He opened a door and threw me against a bed in one corner of it, then chaining down my wrists to the wall.

"What is going on…where is he?" I asked, trying to wipe the feeling of sedated grogginess from my eyes.

"Him? Hmph, as if you should care. It's been two years, he's wherever the hell he chooses to be." Said the man.

"What?" I asked, my mouth was dry, I looked to my wrist to see puncture marks that were heavily bleeding, as if from needles.

"He gave you away to us on a silver platter, held at gunpoint he chose his life over yours. What a survivalist. You shouldn't fall asleep in strange company, Selene." He said, I could start to make out his lightly tanned face in my blurred vision.

"An-who, are you?"

"I am Marcus, pleasure to meet you too, traitorous death dealer." He extended a hand, "What? Chains got your paws?" He asked, laughing genuinely. I could make out his dark brownish red locks of hair, secured behind his head, and finally, his black suit and red tie, and then his firm bone structure of his face. His eyes reeked of the cold that I have seen in all Vampires at one time or another, but these…they seemed lit from within, almost warm. Almost.

"I don't understand." I said.

"Look at yourself Selene, once a great lycan slayer and defiant death dealing warrior, now lying in her own st in the bottom of a cell. Pathetic." He said, lifting up a large sheet of steel. My hair was matted with blood, down past my chest, my face was plain filthy, and a small tank top that might have once been white was now gray with brown markings, part of it ripped open above my breast.

"What has been going on lately?" I asked him.

"As if I care. Human business is their own, vampires are still under my reign and as for the lycans…" His voice was happy as was his expression. "Your fondest wish for them has come true."

"You did not-"

"Oh, but dear Selene, I did. They are all gone."

"And Him?" I asked, concerned.

"He's been helping me all along, haven't you Micheal?" And then the door opened.