Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Underworld, everything you recognise belong to Len Wiseman, Danny McBride and Sony. This was inspired by Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire, and if she minds, my sincerest apologies. I'm not making any money, and I don't have any either, which means it won't be worth the trouble sewing me…

Thanks to all my reviewers, and I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but my inspiration was gone for a while.

Confessions of a Lycan

London, not very long ago

"But, of course, this happened before I was born. But my mother told me tales of this, as everybody did. Nobody wanted our history to disappear into oblivion. Because in secret, we all thought it was treachery. They took advantage of the situation," the lycan said.

"But how is that possible? I mean, according to the myths, you can turn into some kind of monstrous wolves. Wouldn't it be easy to just run away, or slay the vampires on the spot?" the girl asked. This time, she was certain the wasn't making things up. He was smiling. it was not full of warmth, and it didn't seem altogether real, but just sad.

"Well, actually, at the time, few lycans survived more than a century, and the ability to Change comes with age, which meant we simply weren't old and strong enough to Change whenever we wanted. All of us were forced to change on the night of the full moon."

"I see," the girl said, nodding.

"No, you don't see!" the lycan burst out. "You have no idea what it's like to be forced to transform by the eternal pull of the moon! Don't pretend to understand this, because you surely don't!" The lycan had turned to face her once more, and she was surprised to see that his eyes had changed. From a light grey to cobalt blue, glowing with an almost electric light in the dark.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. She had began to believe him now, that he truly was a werewolf, and she really didn't want to upset him. The lycan turned away, breathing heavily, and when he faced her again after a moment, his eyes were back to normal.

"No, I'm sorry. I really must apologise, I am usually in more control of myself. But you see, this is not easy to talk about."

"Of course not. That I can understand. Please, go on telling."

"Where were I? Oh, yes, the fact that we had no chance of escaping. The vampires did guard us very well, making sure we weren't able to run away. And there was the threat, too. If a lycan ran away, his family would be punished. This might make them sound like sadistic maniacs, but most of them actually liked the thought of a lycan being whipped." He paused for a moment. "Silver whips. Lycans are very allergic to silver, it's extremely lethal. It burns like hell, if you want to know." He actually managed to smile when he said that. And then he stopped talking again, looking as if he wasn't sure how to proceed. They both were silent for a minute or two. And then he went on.

"The vampires had, except for their lycan guardians, warriors of their own kind, to whom less, how shall I put it, dirty missions were given. They had us to do their dirty work, these vampire warriors, or Death Dealers, as hey called themselves, where mostly personal guards to the Elders, their families, and other vampire aristocrats. And of course, the council. They were a number of older nobles, which helped the Elder in charge to rule. Larger decisions could not be made without the council's approve." He stopped talking again, and he remained silent for five minutes or more. He looked at the girl by the table, and he saw how she tried to hide how tired she was. He glanced the watch by the wall. It was very late, even for him.

"How about stop there, and continue tomorrow night?" he said. The girl smiled a little.

"Do I look that tired?" she asked.

"Actually, you look as if you're about to fall of that chair," the lycan answered, smiling too.

"All right, let's call it a night and quit for now. Shall we say tomorrow night, same place, eight o'clock?"

"That we'll be fine," the lycan said. The girl turned off her computer and put it in her bag.

"And, by the way," the lycan said as they walked out of the apartment, "you haven't told me your name."

"I haven't? How impolite of me, I'm really sorry. My name is Jazlyn Frost."

"Jazlyn. That's not a very ordinary name, is it?" the lycan said thoughtfully.

"No, I suppose not," the girl said, shrugging. When they were out on the street, the lycan disappeared into the shadows, and the girl went back to her own apartment to get some sleep.

The End

That's it. Because I can't finish this. So this is probably the last chapter, if I can't find inspiration for another. This just died. I'm sorry. Don't expect any updates soon. I have an epilogue, which I've been thinking of putting up, just to end it properly, but I'm not sure. I'm sorry, but I can't write anymore of this.