Disclaimer: sorry chapter 1

A/N: sorry, yet again, not much changed.

Funny Quote:

Talking about how Michael is a bit of a girly boy

Speedman: I felt like the girlfriend in this movie

Kate: you're a great girlfriend

Speedman: yeah

Kate: you don't get PMS

Speedman: I don't get PMS, I let you go out at night

Chapter 5: Discoveries

She pulled out the letter and placed the folder back in the drawer. She had never read the letter, feeling it was a part of her past, and trying to look back at a family long dead was futile. But the name Julia rang some kind of bell, and she had a feeling that this letter could be the key to regaining the memory she thought she had lost forever.

Rising from the floor, she put the letter on the near by dresser and went into the common room to see what had caused the noise. Selene sat on the edge of the antique couch next to Michael. Relief swept over her with seeing her friend okay. She almost went to her side, but refrained, seeing Michael was unconscious and not wanting to get in the way.

Having heard her footsteps, Selene looked over to see Felicite. "Good to see you unharmed Cat."

"You too," she answered.

Selene was pulled away from her friend as Michael awoke and tried to sit up. Selene pushed him back down saying, "Lay still. Your skull's taken a good knock. You've been unconscious for a while." She paused and then asked, "Do you have any idea why those men were after you?"

Michael, looking quite confused asked, "Where am I?"

"You're safe," she answered. "I'm Selene." Michael took a quick look around and passed-out.

At that moment Erika entered, demonic smile upon her face.

"So for once the rumors were true. The house has been absolutely buzzing about your new pet." She gave Felicite a glance and then asked, "Oh god, you're going to try to turn him aren't you?"

"Of course not," she answered.

"Then why did you bring him here?"

"He saved my life," she explained. "Why are you here?"

"Kraven sent me. He wants to see you, now," she ordered. With a roll of her eyes Selene got up and left for Kraven's office. Felicite returned to her room to dress. She pulled out a pair of black jeans and a black spaghetti-strap top. She brushed her dark brown hair and put in a ponytail. Seeing the letter on the dresser, she left it on the bureau planning to read it later. After a final check over, she entered the other room. Erica now sat next to the unconscious Michael. She brushed a few strands off his face when something caught her eye. She gently pulled his shirt off his left shoulder and a look of terror swept across her face.

The action woke Michael. Startled by him waking up, Erika leapt to the ceiling and clung there, fangs elongated. Freaking out over seeing a woman cling to the ceiling, Michael rolled off the couch and scrabbled to his feet. He ran to the window hoping to escape. Felicite bolting after him, hoping to keep him in the room. Reaching it, he fumbled with the lock and flung them open. With a look at just how far up they were, he turned around considering other options. When he did so, Erica leapt to the ground hissing and Felicite slowed hoping not to spook him further. Feeling he had no other option he leapt out the window.

Before Felicite could follow, Kraven busted into the room, Selene followed closely on his heels. He stormed to the window only to see Michael was gone. "Leave us!" he exclaimed, eyes blue. Erika jumped and scampered from the room. Felicite, surprised by his anger, did the same. She heard nothing but the sound of a hand hitting flesh. She watched Kraven leave and cautiously reentered the room. Anger and disgust were etched on Selene's face. She grabbed her guns from the desk and left for some much needed anger therapy.

Felicite joined Selene in the shooting range about ten minutes later. She entered the sectional next to her and took some much-needed practice on the bust about fifteen feet away. Each shot hit the target with such force that pieces of plaster chipped from the head. After a full clip was emptied, she pressed the button on the near wall, having a new bust rise in a different position. She began to change the clip, but was distracted by Kahn who walked behind her and up to Selene who was finishing her own clip in anger. "I sure hope you never get pissed off at me," he said when the last bullet had imbedded itself in the bust. Felicite put her gun down and wandered over next to Kahn.

"Hold on," he said handing Selene a new chrome-plated gun, much like the lycan one. She looked at it and then at him for an explanation. "Go ahead, squeeze off a few." She turned back around and shot all but one round into the new bust Kahn had asked to rise. From the holes oozed a metallic liquid. Felicite and Selene were both surprised at the silver colored solution that now dribbled from the bust. "Eject the meg." She did as he said to see a round almost identical to the lycan rounds only silver colored and filled with a silver substance.

"You copied the Lycan rounds, silver nitrate," she enlightened.

"A lethal dose."

"They won't be able to dig these out like they do our usual rounds," she said.

"Straight into the blood stream, ain't nothin' to dig out," he agreed.

Selene placed the round she had removed to examine on the table. "Tell me Kahn. Do you believe Lucian died the way they say he did?" she asked.

"Kraven been telling war stories again, eh?" he prodded.

"Well that's my point. It is nothing but an ancient story, his story. Not a shred of proof he killed Lucian only his word," she argued.

"I've never underestimated Kraven's lust for advancement, but Viktor believed him and that's all that matters," he comforted. "Now where are you going with this anyway?"

"No where," Selene answered picking up her original gun and returning to her bust. Kahn grabbed his gun and with a shake of his head, left the range.

Felicite walked over to where she had been shooting only moments ago. She picked up her gun about to continue where she left off, but was stopped by the curiosity spurred in her by Selene's words, "Nothing but an ancient story, his story." Instead, she abandoned the untouched bust and left for the one place she never thought she would be, the library.