Disclaimer: okay I'm getting really sick and tired of hearing your complaining. I do not now and never will own any of Underworld. So just get over it. Damn!

Alyssa awoke quickly. What had awaken her, what was it that seemed different in her home? After a few moments of troubled thoughts racing through her head she realized what it was she smelled. It was fear and death. Somebody was afraid, and people were dead.

Alyssa quickly jumped out of bed, ran to her door, and flung it open. She crept down the hall and stopped when she saw a body lying on the ground at the foot of the stairs. It was the body of a man. She knelt next to him and flipped him over.

She turned her eyes away. It was Harold; his throat had been torn out. "Oh Harold," Alyssa whispered. She quickly stood up when she heard a scream come from the living room downstairs. She walked down the stairs quietly and arrived upon yet another body. She gasped and walked around it; it was her Father.

Not caring anymore if anyone heard her she ran to the living room. She stopped short when she saw her mother laying dead in the entryway her glossy eyes staring up at the ceiling. She looked around and found her sister by the window. She ran to her and knelt before her. She too was dead; her neck had been broken.

"Nanette," Alyssa sobbed as she bent over her sister.

"Finally I have found the home of the crossbreed, the traitor vampire and their children."

Alyssa turned to see Marcus standing in the doorway that led to the kitchen. "You are the last of your family Alyssa. I would kill you too, but someone has requested that you be allowed to live. He seems to like you very much."

"I don't want anything to do with you," Alyssa whispered. "My family is dead and I will, if you let me live, avenge them."

Marcus smiled at her and stepped aside. Sam stepped out from behind him. "This is your chance to live Alyssa. Accept me, and you can live among the vampires in piece. It would give us the advantage over the Lycans. You could give us their hideouts, their tactics, everything about them that we do not know you could give to us."

"I would sooner die," Alyssa hissed, "Then help you."

Sam smiled sadly at her. "So be it Alyssa." Alyssa spun around as she heard to different sets of footsteps come towards her. It was Corrine and Natasha. "You will die now Alyssa. It's a pity really, I did like you quite a bit."

"No it's a pity for you Sam, because you and your two girlfriends are about to die." Alyssa laughed as she began to change.

She howled with rage, pleasure and pain as her bones rearranged themselves inside her body. Her fingers grew longer as her face changed. Her mouth grew razor sharp teeth and her body color began to change. Her was tan skin was now jet-black. When she looked up at them her eyes and changed from blue to silver.

She lunged at Corrine and immediately her blood sprayed across the walls. She slumped to the ground, her eyes staring lifelessly up at the ceiling, her throat torn to pieces.

Natasha hissed as her fangs lowered. "You bitch. You'll pay for that." She said as she lunged at Alyssa. Alyssa growled, grabbed her arm and threw her into the wall.

"Well if I'm a bitch. Then I guess that would make you a fucking slut!" Alyssa said, her voice deeper than usual.

"You're dead, and you just don't know it yet," Natasha exclaimed as she rushed at her. She grasped Alyssa around the waist and ran with her across the room. Alyssa laughed deeply. "Stupid fool." She brought her arm up and brought it around. Natasha's head rolled across the floor as her blood sprayed on the walls, floor and ceiling.

Alyssa turned to see Sam and Marcus watching. She changed back to her normal self. "I am a lot stronger than you think." Alyssa whispered, "And I can change into anything I want to be." Alyssa's eyes turned a pale blue and fangs lowered out of her mouth.

"That is very interesting," Marcus whispered. He turned to Sam. "Go ahead Sam, finish her."

Alyssa looked from Marcus to Sam and she saw something flicker in Sam's eyes. What was it? Uncertainty, scorn? He looked at her and she knew then what it was…Love.

"As you wish, Marcus." Sam nodded, but instead of attacking her he turned and rammed a dagger into the side of Marcus's neck. Marcus hissed and punched Sam in the face. Sam went flying across the room and onto a spike that her parents had kept for decoration."

Marcus slumped to the floor as his lifeblood flowed from him. "Stupid….stupid boy…" Marcus trailed off as the last of his blood flowed from him.

Alyssa's eyes and teeth went back to normal as she gently lifted Sam off the spike. She laid him on the ground. "Sam why did you do that?" She whispered as she looked down at him.

"Hey where's the tough girl, Alyssa," Sam asked quietly, "Don't tell me I scared her off."

"No she's still here, and she wants to know why you did this," Alyssa whispered as tears formed in her eyes.

Sam smiled at her. "People do crazy things, when they're in love." He sighed as his last breath left him.

"Sam? Sam? NO!"

Alyssa jerked awake when she felt someone shaking her. She looked over to see Harold standing next to her. "Alyssa what's wrong," he asked.

"I…I had a horrible dream! I dreamt that all of you were dead; that Marcus had found us somehow. It was horrible. You, Mother, Father and Nanette were dead. I killed Corrine and Natasha then I changed back. And then…"

Harold sat there listening quietly as Alyssa told him everything in her dream. He sighed deeply when she finished. "Wow that's really something."

"I just don't get it. Why would I be that upset that Sam was dying," Alyssa asked, "After all he is the enemy."

Harold grinned at her. "What?" she asked. His grin grew even wider. "What are you smiling about Harold?"

"I think that maybe, deep down, that you like him Alyssa. You just don't want to admit it."

Alyssa rolled her eyes, stood up and stretched. "Yeah right Harold." She looked outside and saw that it was grey and dreary out. "What time is it Harold?"

Harold followed her gaze out the window. "It is ten o'clock in the morning. Today is not a good day to go outside. It's been raining off and on all night and into today."

"It looks much later than that," Alyssa whispered.

Harold nodded in agreement. "So are you going to tell us what happened last night when you met Marcus?"

Alyssa sighed and looked over at him. "Well he recognized me from that day when I ran into him. Oh and I met Sam's parents. Anyway we talked about things and then he mentioned my family. I told him maybe he could meet my older sister but it was impossible to meet my parents."

"Oh? What excuse did you give him for that?"

Alyssa grinned at Harold. "I told him they were dead and then I ran out of the house. Sam followed me to my car to make sure I was all right and to apologize. I told him I was all right and slipped into the car. He leaned down so I rolled down my window. He said he was glad I had come and he wished that I would come again. He took my hand, kissed it and then walked away."

At this last part Alyssa looked down at her hand. When she looked back up Harold was smiling at her. "What?"

"I told you that you liked him deep down."

Alyssa frowned at him. "I do not! Okay I've had enough of this conversation! Get out so I can get changed! Out!" She laid her hands on his back and pushed him out of her room.

"I do not like Sam. There is no way," Alyssa muttered as she began to get dressed.