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CHAPTER ONE MOVING ON
Selene turned the gun over and inspected her work, before she rubbed the cloth against it again. The silence was almost suffocating. She was used to the commotion of the manor, and being here with Michael, neither spoke. She looked over at him, unsure of what to say. She wanted to tell him she was sorry that now he was a beast, but couldn't bring herself to do it. It wasn't her style to feel sorry for someone else. She'd given up being human long ago.
Selene quickly pushed away the thoughts of her human life. Since she'd met Michael, these memories had been coming more and more. He reminded her of humanity. She wasn't sure if she should be grateful or furious. When she wasn't thinking about their deaths, she could be happy remembering the way things had once been. But eventually, the memories of their death would follow, and right now she didn't need that - didn't need to be reminded of the betrayal. It had been three months since she killed Viktor, and she still couldn't bring herself to face the truth he'd left her with. HE had been the one to murder her family. And viciously, at that.
STOP IT! She thought forcefully. Stop thinking about that. That was the past, and now's the time to think about your future – your survival. She shivered from the cold of the open window, and pulled her sweatshirt closer against her skin. Had she been wearing her Death Dealer uniform, she probably would have been warmer. But she needed to fit in. Those searching for her would easily spot her if she were to go out dressed as one of them. One of the night. Though it was colder, she had to admit that they were more comfortable.
While Selene was thinking, Michael was lost in his own thoughts. For the past three months he and Selene had been running from the death dealers that wanted them dead. They wanted Selene because she had killed an elder and Michael because he was an "abomination". A creature of both clans – Lycan and Vampire. He wouldn't lie to himself – he HATED what he was. He hated that he could never go back to his life again. After all, he had worked for years to get to where he was; he had to leave his girlfriend, Becca, give up his job as an intern, give up the life that he had worked so hard to build after his parent's death. There was no doubt that part of him wanted to be caught, to die.
But then he would think of Selene. Part of the reason she'd done what she'd done was to save him. She'd gone against the rules, as was explained. She'd broken the rules. In doing so, she had saved his life. Heck, she'd done it on numerous occasions. He couldn't allow himself to get caught. That could put Selene in danger, and he owed it to her to protect her.
His eyes glanced over at her. She was shivering from the cold. He considered bringing her a blanket, but then thought better of it. She'd probably get irritated and say she didn't need it. She was so stubborn. Sometimes it bothered him. He would want to talk to her, ask her questions about her kind, or the Lycan's, and she would snap at him to leave her alone. Sometimes, being with Selene could be very lonely. She would never say it, but he knew that she felt bad about the way she acted.
He sighed and then closed the window. He was starting to get chilled anyways. Then he went over to stand next to Selene, looking down at her. He watched for a few moments, and then took the gun out of her hand. She glared up at him, except he ignored it. He looked the gun over.
"What type is this?" He asked, not really interested, but he knew it was something that would get her to talk.
".22 rimfire," She explained.
"It looks old," He said.
"Not really," She answered. "Compared to more modern ones, such as Beretta, Colt, H&K, it is a bit old. But still reliable." With that, she aimed the pistol at a picture hanging on the wall, preparing to fire. Michael quickly grabbed the weapon out of her hands.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded in a whisper. To his surprise, Selene smirked.
"Scared you, did I?" Though she didn't look at him, he could feel the humor in those words.
"No," He said quickly, straitening his back. Then he stopped himself from getting annoyed by her amusement. After all, she WAS smiling. Sort of. "So you were trying to scare me, were you?" He asked, now grinning himself.
Selene quickly stopped herself, and frowned. "No," was her simple answer. She got up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Michael asked.
"I'm going to get some food from the packs," She said simply. When they had started to run, they had stopped at the interrogation house and grabbed a lot of blood. They were running low, though. Selene noticed it, but had to put the thought aside. They'd be leaving again soon. Once out of town, she could concentrate on getting more. She came back and tossed Michael a baggy. He grimaced, but opened it anyways. The two drank in silence. Once finished, Selene tossed her bag away.
"I think I'll take a walk," Selene said, heading to the door.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Michael asked.
"I can take care of myself," Selene snapped, instantly regretting it. "I just need some time to myself." It was the closest she could manage to an apology as she pulled a long blond wig over her head as a disguise, and quickly slipped on some large black sunglasses. Then she stepped out.
It was a good night outside. Except for the slight chill. Selene strolled down the streets of New York. She had never been to America before, and now that she actually was, she could see why so many people came here. Though the people weren't exactly friendly, the city itself was beautiful. She could deal with the people, though. The less people aware of her the better. Perhaps it was a bit over-cautious to wear the wig and sunglasses, but she didn't want to risk getting caught. She knew what they would do to her she would probably deserve, but she didn't want them to do anything to Michael. Selene couldn't help but be amazed at how he managed. It had taken her much longer to get a hold of her abilities.
Selene's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden scream. Her head shot up as she saw the girl barreling down the empty side walk. Quick to follow her appeared to be a beast. Selene recognized the creature instantly. A Lycan. Old habits were hard to die, and she whipped her gun out from where it was hidden next to her belt under her sweatshirt. She pointed it at the creature, but the girl knocked her over in her terror. Selene stumbled backwards and hit the wall behind her. Her wig fell off revealing her short black hair. She hissed after the girl, revealing her vampiric teeth. She pulled off her glasses and her blue eyes glared hatefully at the Lycan.
He ignored her and continued off after the girl. Not giving up the chance to fight, Selene ran after him. She prepared the gun, and managed to shoot a bullet into the furry coat of the wolf. The animal let out a roar, but didn't subside. When the girl turned down an alley, the creature followed, and so did Selene. When she got there, she was surprised to see the place empty. She stopped and sniffed the air, her eyes slowly drifting up. She oppressed a groan, and then took a few step backwards before running forward, and throwing herself against the wall, kicking off and flying higher till she was on top of the building. Then she continued in her pursuit. It wasn't hard to find them now. She hit the creature again, and sped up, just managing to tackle the creature to the ground. The girl stopped, and looked back at them in terror.
Selene dug her fangs into the creature's soft neck as a distraction, and heard it cry out in pain. Then she pressed the bullet to his chest and pushed the trigger. The silver nitrate quickly ran through its system, and soon the creature gave a few shudders, and collapsed on her ... dead. She struggled for a few moments, and then finally got it off of her. She stood, and shook herself off, before turning to the girl who was now climbing anxiously down the ladder.
"Wait, wait!" Selene called, wanting answers. She jumped from the edge of the building, and then landed on the steps next to the girl. She shrieked, and stepped back.
"What do you people want from me!?" She demanded hoarsely.
Selene didn't answer. Instead she looked this girl over. She would have though that he was after her simply for food, but there appeared to be more to it. She calmly tucked her gun away and then looked over to the girl. She had changed back into her normal self.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Please don't hurt me," The girl begged, shielding her face. Selene hid a frustrated groan, and rolled her eyes instead.
"What's your name?" She repeated. Then more softly, she said, "I promise I won't hurt you. I just saved your life, didn't I?"
The girl eyed her hesitantly, and then stumbled back on the stair in fear. "Kailyn," She murmured. "Kailyn Taylor."
"Do you know why he was after you?"
"He? No, that THING was a woman," Kailyn corrected.
Selene looked back over at the now human body. It was indeed a woman. "Why was she after you?"
"I – I -."
"Tell me!"
"I – I don't know!" The girl cried.
"Alright," Selene said. She put her wary face in her hands and tried to think. There had been something about the Lycan that had told her this girl was more than just food. "Do you have anything that they'd want from you?"
"Who were they!?" Kailyn snapped.
Selene looked around before she pushed the girl into the shadows of the wall, holding her finger to her lips to keep her silenced. People were looking around to see where the gun shots had come from. Her breath caught in her throat, and she waited for the lights to stop inspecting. They would call the cops out soon enough, and that would not be good.
Sensing the stir in Kailyn's vocal chord, she covered her mouth so she couldn't speak. "Be quiet," She warned. The people slowly headed back inside, probably to call the police. Selene used this to her advantage. "Hold on." Then she pulled the girl close to her and jumped from the ladder.
If she hadn't been so terrified, Kailyn would have screamed. This woman was going to lead her to certain death. But to her surprise, she landed on her feet.
Selene pulled her back into the shadows. In the distance, several howls filled the night. Selene looked down as her eyes widened, and then looked back up to the full moon. "They're coming," She whispered to herself.
"Who's coming?" The girl squeaked. "More of those things?" She was beginning to hyperventilate. Selene ignored her, and looked out into the sidewalk. Three shadows crept over. Soon, three men were standing at the beginning of the alley. Selene struggled to see who it was without being seen herself. But these people were just shadows, and she couldn't get a good look at their faces. She sniffed the air, and came to the conclusion that they were Lycans. And they had just smelled her.
Selene reached for her gun and quickly pulled it out, her hands steady as she took aim. She prepared to shoot when she heard, "Selene?" She was surprised at the growl, and for a moment was left hesitant. In that time, the creature stepped forward to reveal Raze, Lucian's confidant. This caused new hesitation for her, and he used this time to pin her to the building, pushing Kailyn to the ground. "Where's Michael?" He demanded. The other two Lycans picked up Kailyn and held onto her so she wouldn't run away.
Selene hissed at him. He growled impatiently. "Where's Michael?" He repeated.
"I haven't seen him since Lucian died," She said.
"You lie. You smell of him," Raze pointed out. "I'm not going to hurt you, so tell me where he is!"
"Why are you so curious?" She asked.
Later
"We have to get out of here, now!" Selene exclaimed as she ran into the apartment she and Michael were sharing. The door banged against the wall, causing Michael to jump up, dropping the book he was reading. Selene was followed quickly by the Lycan Raze, and a girl of about fourteen.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"No time. Just start packing." Michael nodded, and did as was instructed. It was time to be moving on.
(Thanks for the review, KatWitch77. Glad you liked the beginning, and I apologize to everyone for it being so short. I had trouble starting.)
CHAPTER ONE MOVING ON
Selene turned the gun over and inspected her work, before she rubbed the cloth against it again. The silence was almost suffocating. She was used to the commotion of the manor, and being here with Michael, neither spoke. She looked over at him, unsure of what to say. She wanted to tell him she was sorry that now he was a beast, but couldn't bring herself to do it. It wasn't her style to feel sorry for someone else. She'd given up being human long ago.
Selene quickly pushed away the thoughts of her human life. Since she'd met Michael, these memories had been coming more and more. He reminded her of humanity. She wasn't sure if she should be grateful or furious. When she wasn't thinking about their deaths, she could be happy remembering the way things had once been. But eventually, the memories of their death would follow, and right now she didn't need that - didn't need to be reminded of the betrayal. It had been three months since she killed Viktor, and she still couldn't bring herself to face the truth he'd left her with. HE had been the one to murder her family. And viciously, at that.
STOP IT! She thought forcefully. Stop thinking about that. That was the past, and now's the time to think about your future – your survival. She shivered from the cold of the open window, and pulled her sweatshirt closer against her skin. Had she been wearing her Death Dealer uniform, she probably would have been warmer. But she needed to fit in. Those searching for her would easily spot her if she were to go out dressed as one of them. One of the night. Though it was colder, she had to admit that they were more comfortable.
While Selene was thinking, Michael was lost in his own thoughts. For the past three months he and Selene had been running from the death dealers that wanted them dead. They wanted Selene because she had killed an elder and Michael because he was an "abomination". A creature of both clans – Lycan and Vampire. He wouldn't lie to himself – he HATED what he was. He hated that he could never go back to his life again. After all, he had worked for years to get to where he was; he had to leave his girlfriend, Becca, give up his job as an intern, give up the life that he had worked so hard to build after his parent's death. There was no doubt that part of him wanted to be caught, to die.
But then he would think of Selene. Part of the reason she'd done what she'd done was to save him. She'd gone against the rules, as was explained. She'd broken the rules. In doing so, she had saved his life. Heck, she'd done it on numerous occasions. He couldn't allow himself to get caught. That could put Selene in danger, and he owed it to her to protect her.
His eyes glanced over at her. She was shivering from the cold. He considered bringing her a blanket, but then thought better of it. She'd probably get irritated and say she didn't need it. She was so stubborn. Sometimes it bothered him. He would want to talk to her, ask her questions about her kind, or the Lycan's, and she would snap at him to leave her alone. Sometimes, being with Selene could be very lonely. She would never say it, but he knew that she felt bad about the way she acted.
He sighed and then closed the window. He was starting to get chilled anyways. Then he went over to stand next to Selene, looking down at her. He watched for a few moments, and then took the gun out of her hand. She glared up at him, except he ignored it. He looked the gun over.
"What type is this?" He asked, not really interested, but he knew it was something that would get her to talk.
".22 rimfire," She explained.
"It looks old," He said.
"Not really," She answered. "Compared to more modern ones, such as Beretta, Colt, H&K, it is a bit old. But still reliable." With that, she aimed the pistol at a picture hanging on the wall, preparing to fire. Michael quickly grabbed the weapon out of her hands.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded in a whisper. To his surprise, Selene smirked.
"Scared you, did I?" Though she didn't look at him, he could feel the humor in those words.
"No," He said quickly, straitening his back. Then he stopped himself from getting annoyed by her amusement. After all, she WAS smiling. Sort of. "So you were trying to scare me, were you?" He asked, now grinning himself.
Selene quickly stopped herself, and frowned. "No," was her simple answer. She got up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Michael asked.
"I'm going to get some food from the packs," She said simply. When they had started to run, they had stopped at the interrogation house and grabbed a lot of blood. They were running low, though. Selene noticed it, but had to put the thought aside. They'd be leaving again soon. Once out of town, she could concentrate on getting more. She came back and tossed Michael a baggy. He grimaced, but opened it anyways. The two drank in silence. Once finished, Selene tossed her bag away.
"I think I'll take a walk," Selene said, heading to the door.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Michael asked.
"I can take care of myself," Selene snapped, instantly regretting it. "I just need some time to myself." It was the closest she could manage to an apology as she pulled a long blond wig over her head as a disguise, and quickly slipped on some large black sunglasses. Then she stepped out.
It was a good night outside. Except for the slight chill. Selene strolled down the streets of New York. She had never been to America before, and now that she actually was, she could see why so many people came here. Though the people weren't exactly friendly, the city itself was beautiful. She could deal with the people, though. The less people aware of her the better. Perhaps it was a bit over-cautious to wear the wig and sunglasses, but she didn't want to risk getting caught. She knew what they would do to her she would probably deserve, but she didn't want them to do anything to Michael. Selene couldn't help but be amazed at how he managed. It had taken her much longer to get a hold of her abilities.
Selene's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden scream. Her head shot up as she saw the girl barreling down the empty side walk. Quick to follow her appeared to be a beast. Selene recognized the creature instantly. A Lycan. Old habits were hard to die, and she whipped her gun out from where it was hidden next to her belt under her sweatshirt. She pointed it at the creature, but the girl knocked her over in her terror. Selene stumbled backwards and hit the wall behind her. Her wig fell off revealing her short black hair. She hissed after the girl, revealing her vampiric teeth. She pulled off her glasses and her blue eyes glared hatefully at the Lycan.
He ignored her and continued off after the girl. Not giving up the chance to fight, Selene ran after him. She prepared the gun, and managed to shoot a bullet into the furry coat of the wolf. The animal let out a roar, but didn't subside. When the girl turned down an alley, the creature followed, and so did Selene. When she got there, she was surprised to see the place empty. She stopped and sniffed the air, her eyes slowly drifting up. She oppressed a groan, and then took a few step backwards before running forward, and throwing herself against the wall, kicking off and flying higher till she was on top of the building. Then she continued in her pursuit. It wasn't hard to find them now. She hit the creature again, and sped up, just managing to tackle the creature to the ground. The girl stopped, and looked back at them in terror.
Selene dug her fangs into the creature's soft neck as a distraction, and heard it cry out in pain. Then she pressed the bullet to his chest and pushed the trigger. The silver nitrate quickly ran through its system, and soon the creature gave a few shudders, and collapsed on her ... dead. She struggled for a few moments, and then finally got it off of her. She stood, and shook herself off, before turning to the girl who was now climbing anxiously down the ladder.
"Wait, wait!" Selene called, wanting answers. She jumped from the edge of the building, and then landed on the steps next to the girl. She shrieked, and stepped back.
"What do you people want from me!?" She demanded hoarsely.
Selene didn't answer. Instead she looked this girl over. She would have though that he was after her simply for food, but there appeared to be more to it. She calmly tucked her gun away and then looked over to the girl. She had changed back into her normal self.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Please don't hurt me," The girl begged, shielding her face. Selene hid a frustrated groan, and rolled her eyes instead.
"What's your name?" She repeated. Then more softly, she said, "I promise I won't hurt you. I just saved your life, didn't I?"
The girl eyed her hesitantly, and then stumbled back on the stair in fear. "Kailyn," She murmured. "Kailyn Taylor."
"Do you know why he was after you?"
"He? No, that THING was a woman," Kailyn corrected.
Selene looked back over at the now human body. It was indeed a woman. "Why was she after you?"
"I – I -."
"Tell me!"
"I – I don't know!" The girl cried.
"Alright," Selene said. She put her wary face in her hands and tried to think. There had been something about the Lycan that had told her this girl was more than just food. "Do you have anything that they'd want from you?"
"Who were they!?" Kailyn snapped.
Selene looked around before she pushed the girl into the shadows of the wall, holding her finger to her lips to keep her silenced. People were looking around to see where the gun shots had come from. Her breath caught in her throat, and she waited for the lights to stop inspecting. They would call the cops out soon enough, and that would not be good.
Sensing the stir in Kailyn's vocal chord, she covered her mouth so she couldn't speak. "Be quiet," She warned. The people slowly headed back inside, probably to call the police. Selene used this to her advantage. "Hold on." Then she pulled the girl close to her and jumped from the ladder.
If she hadn't been so terrified, Kailyn would have screamed. This woman was going to lead her to certain death. But to her surprise, she landed on her feet.
Selene pulled her back into the shadows. In the distance, several howls filled the night. Selene looked down as her eyes widened, and then looked back up to the full moon. "They're coming," She whispered to herself.
"Who's coming?" The girl squeaked. "More of those things?" She was beginning to hyperventilate. Selene ignored her, and looked out into the sidewalk. Three shadows crept over. Soon, three men were standing at the beginning of the alley. Selene struggled to see who it was without being seen herself. But these people were just shadows, and she couldn't get a good look at their faces. She sniffed the air, and came to the conclusion that they were Lycans. And they had just smelled her.
Selene reached for her gun and quickly pulled it out, her hands steady as she took aim. She prepared to shoot when she heard, "Selene?" She was surprised at the growl, and for a moment was left hesitant. In that time, the creature stepped forward to reveal Raze, Lucian's confidant. This caused new hesitation for her, and he used this time to pin her to the building, pushing Kailyn to the ground. "Where's Michael?" He demanded. The other two Lycans picked up Kailyn and held onto her so she wouldn't run away.
Selene hissed at him. He growled impatiently. "Where's Michael?" He repeated.
"I haven't seen him since Lucian died," She said.
"You lie. You smell of him," Raze pointed out. "I'm not going to hurt you, so tell me where he is!"
"Why are you so curious?" She asked.
Later
"We have to get out of here, now!" Selene exclaimed as she ran into the apartment she and Michael were sharing. The door banged against the wall, causing Michael to jump up, dropping the book he was reading. Selene was followed quickly by the Lycan Raze, and a girl of about fourteen.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"No time. Just start packing." Michael nodded, and did as was instructed. It was time to be moving on.
(Thanks for the review, KatWitch77. Glad you liked the beginning, and I apologize to everyone for it being so short. I had trouble starting.)