Chapter 2:

-The Mummy-

They probably had sparred money in this area. No single light was being found at this place, however, to Alex's amazement, he needed no light in order to see, and from wide they could see candlelight.

"Is it Michael? "

"Yes. Go to him, I will take off again."

Slowly, Alex approached this light. Bats were now active and flew past through the branches and at Alex and did the strangest sounds. Alex saw his dad sitting the head lowered and the knees bent half-naked at the ground, except his tattered jeans. It was a dreadful sight; the Michael looked like a poor gamin. If he didn't know it better, so he thought that Michael had cried as he looked at him with easily raised head. Then Alex was wondering from where this strange smell, however still decomposing dead came, and he saw over his right shoulder to the right half of the tomb and recoiled.

"Is t... this...?"

"It was the same with me. That's Selene, your mother, anyway what still is remaining from her. Actually nothing more would have to be remaining. I asks myself, why they didn't say it sooner to me."

On a stone altar, lay a decomposing mummy like corpse. One could still recognize that it was about a female shape. The corpse was as dried up. Michael saw something similar already in his visions and memories. Probably it was about Viktor, a memory of Selene, as she awakened him. Now, Michael got up and took Alex in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I knew nothing about it. It seems that I did more than only a mistake."

"She has been dead for eighteen years, man, and she was a vampire and has to be dust. How can this possible!"

"She had bitten me, I had bitten her... my blood seems to protect her before the final dead."

"Isn't she dead then? How can she still be alive?"

"She was always dead, don't forget this. Only older and stronger vampires are capable to fall into a type sleep, by bleeding them dry and only... blood can awaken them again... she sleeps."

"Why don't you awaken her? Your blood would..."

"Never. I would do everything for her but this is impossible. I can bite people and can decide whether they will live as a Lycan or vampire or should die. A vampire can bite a human being and can change as well the Lycans can. A bite is enough to change a human being however, if you drain them, they die. If a vampire bites a Lycan or the other way round, so one says, they die of a type poisoning, however, there're exist no stories or records of such events. I only want to tell you: if I bite her again, so she will die with certainty."

"I saw Zed and Aunt Kathy a moment ago together, well kissing and so. What if they by chance mutually, well, bite each other, would they die?"

"I won't let it get that far. Kath is a vampire but also my sister that makes her a descent of... it doesn't matter, she's capable to unify both species, like me and if he bites her, she will become a hybrid too."

"Isn't so bad, is it? What am I actually, dad?"

Michael grinned shortly as he thought shortly over it which are advantages and disadvantages to be a hybrid. "The good thing is, as hybrid, you don't have to protect yourself from the sun from and you don't have to take care from silver. The bad thing is, you lose the control all too fast. What you are, no idea. You were born as hybrid, would be my answer, however, you seem to be more than 50 percent human being, this tells your body temperature. You're mortal to the half, no idea how this cab be possible. But you have all my advantages and hope none of my disadvantages."

"What are your disadvantages?"

"Those aren't physical…it's difficult to explain and to describe. We should go."

"Dad, I feel strange. I can't get this all, it's too much. My mum is dead and also again not and my stomach is in trouble. I have tried this stuff, clone-blood and it was ghastly."

Michael laughed. "I can't stand it either, however it's better than to kill people or animals, therefore it wasn't any bad invention. I see... you want something else. At the beginning it's always like this. You demand and demand for it until you are used to it once and you can control yourself. Come on, let's go."

"Where do we go?"

"Into the poor-quarter. You will choose your sacrifice yourself."

All sounded, as if people grew on trees and waited only for it to become harvested. This world, this life was brutal and merciless and so was Michael; he had to with-look had at this. But if he wanted to survive in this world, so he had to listen to his father, even if this had to fight his own fight with himself, however he knew how to handle it. Another last once they threw looks at the mummy-like corpse and then left the tomb. Michael lifted an old shattered iron pole from the ground and bolted the entrance with it. Together, they vanished of heavy heart into the darkness of the night and went back into the city.