Disclaimer: i don't own Underworld i would love to own scott speedman thought. hehehehe
A/N: there are probaly better versions of this. I had to get it outta my head thought. It was taking up space in my head and i need that space to prepare for my finals.... Joy. please r&r for my sake. Much appreciated. This story is kinda sappy which is different for me considering i hate sappyness and chick flicks but i promise there will be fight sequences and bloody shead to come!
It was evening in late December and the first snow had just begun to fall. Sonja, the daughter of the most powerful vampire elder, had just gone walking in the woods hoping to escape her fathers rage. One of the Lychans had abandoned his post and the vampire he was supposed to be guarding was killed. Viktor, Sonja's father, was furious and was sending out every vampire warrior to find this negligent lychan. Sonja wandered deeper and deeper into the woods, having not a care in the world.
'I've never been here before' she thought to herself as she continued on. Sonja soon came to a clearing in the woods where the moon shone brightly making the fallen snow look like falling stars. Being the young vampire that she was, Sonja was entranced by the moonlight casting a silver pool of light into the clearing. She began to dance and twirl in the falling snow creating a whirlwind of white around her.
The clan was in frenzy, no one knew who was responsible for the death of the sleeping vampire and no one wanted to be accused of doing so. Lucian had to get out of the den. There was a full moon and it was beckoning him outside. He began to run as fast as he could into the woods. When he realized that he was far enough away from the den he began to walk at a leisurely pace. He was almost to the clearing. When he got there he saw the most enchanting and beautiful looking girl. Lucian could tell by the way she dressed and by the color of her skin that she was a vampire and by the Celtic pendant about her neck that she was Viktor's daughter. Lucian stood there not moving a muscle, afraid that if he moved or even breathed that she would disappear. He watched her dance for what seemed like an hour, she twirled and spun and the snow seemed to dance with her.
"It's so beautiful here," said Sonja.
"Yes, almost beautiful as you," said a voice form the shadows. Just then a man emerged from behind a fallen tree; Sonja hadn't even noticed he was there.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Lucian. What is your name my snow dancer?"
"Sonja." She replied in a voice that sounded like a thousand angles singing. She could tell by his scruffy look that he defiantly wasn't a vampire, he wasn't even nobility but he was very handsome and he had eyes that were almost hypnotic. Sonja looked up to see if dawn was coming and sure enough it was, the sky had already begun to grow lighter. She also had no idea how far into the woods she was or how to get out.
"Lucian,"
"Yes, Sonja?'
"I need to get home quick, my father will be worried do you know how to get out of here?"
"You won't make it back in time; the sun will be up in an hour. My house is closer, you'll be safe there. Follow me."
She was about to say no but by the looks of the sky he was right; she would not make it home. They began to run, Lucian in front and Sonja in back. When they arrived at the den she could already feel her skin tingling from the sun. Lucian pushed open the heavy looking doors and Sonja sprinted inside.
