Chapter 13:

-Sleepwalker-

Even if it was still dark outdoors, Selene and Michael slept deeply, while the others didn't know, what had happened in this room. They heard yells however, that's it then and this let them suspect something bad.

The two lay side by side in the bed. Selene however, had it somewhat more difficult with falling asleep. She remained long awake and watched Michael in the sleep and thought about negative consequences what Michael did for her. As the tiredness came over her, she turned to Michael and cuddled at his strong and cold body and fell into a deep sleep. Michael had transferred this time his memories to her and those were ribald. she had to with-look at, as he killed women and children on a location she didn't know, but then, pictures mingled again when they saw each other the first time...their first kiss and then, she saw pictures, from her own past... the birth of Alex and all was dark after it and the dream stopped. Selene became awaken, but not because of the dreaming, it was Michael. He slept restlessly. He was tossing and turning, moaned and began to sweat. Carefully, she whispered his name however he didn't wake up. She gave a try with mild touches and easy shakes however, nothing was of use. In the sleeps his body began to change. Selene was desperate, because she didn't know in which mood he will be. She dared not to call the others, therefore she waited. His transformation lasted few seconds however, he hadn't still wakened up. She had never seen something similar and never had heard it as well that a Lycan or now in his case, a hybrid changed itself without to know it, and if she thought of his memories so, then, it had happened already once, because she knew Michael. He would never kill women or children and no way healthy ones that have a roof over the head and have food. Something isn't right with him. She tried once again naming him with the name. he ultimately stayed motionless, his breath flat, then however, a deep growl slipped him from his throat then... chop-twitches, his eyes opened and Selene saw directly into his pitch-black eyes.

"Michael, no." she pled not to know whether he recognized her or understood her at all. "You don't want this." gently, she stroked his cheek. He felt so different... more cool and his skin felt like leather however she felt no horror. Michael only stared at her cold however he didn't show any features. Slowly, he put on, without to part his looks from her. He became conscious, that she was afraid and first, he didn't know why, then, he saw his hands. He didn't understand it. Why the hell had he changed! A few seconds later, he was located again in his human shape.

"Michael..." her voice trembled and embraced him. "What's wrong with you, Michael? You withhold me something."

"I'm fine. Now and then I've blackouts and I can remember nothing. Erika deciphered a diary by Alexander Corvinus and he was or isn't the first true hybrid. It's difficult... he was a hybrid, but he wasn't the chosen one for the balance."

"Chosen? By whom?"

"The underworld spoke to him and named a name... mine. I should be the master of the underworld which sounds so ridiculous."

"But..."

"I'm to more capable than only this, to possess all their strengths. I am capable to decide when I bite a human being to kill him or to change him into a vampire or Lycan. But I could be also capable, to lead a normal life again, provided that... I find Alexander's tomb and drink his blood...only then I would be able to connect the three contrasts."

"And when do you intend to go in search of it? I mean, what will happen, if you don't do this... refuses yourself or never find this tomb? Then what?"

"Then, my human side is dead and the animal has the upper hand and this would be terrible."

"How do you feel now? You have lost more blood as was necessary, everyone who had done the same... would have lost his immortal life. You're lucky that you're still..."

"I knew what I did and slowly I know my limits and the alarming thing at it is... there're none, none I know about. Let's sleep now. I love you and this count, nothing changed that I will protect you."

"You don't have too. I have never asked this for it."

„It's the only thing is worth it to living for. After I thought you're dead, I sought for a way to end my life, but whatever I tried, it was pointless. My instincts kept me away from it."

"What have we only done to you..."she was close to tears and sought his nearness. she held him only tight pressed her head at his breast.

Together, they fell asleep again and this time without occurrences. Selene slept at him nestled quietly like as statue and Michael, his arms were put over her hip and also found a peaceful sleep. The hours passed, also the others were now asleep, besides maybe the two wild-dogs and Alex, who still had probably homework to do, which he ignored the last few days very much. Michael was the first, that awakened from his sleep and unfastened itself gently from her without to awaken her. He stretched at the bed edge and rose then. Good that he still got a fresh T-shirt from the wardrobe yesterday, so he could only take it from the armrest and could only put it on. As quiet as possible, he opened the room door and closed it again so. Somewhat fluctuating, he staggered into the kitchen and got two bottles blood out and came back into the living room. Why were the damn curtains open, the sun was insufferable! Immediately he closed then and noticed only then that Zed and Caleb exactly came in through the door. He didn't give them big attention and sat on the sofa and slurped the first bottle within shortest time of and the second followed after, but he didn't feel better yet.

"Hey Michael. Forgive me the stupid question, but…how are you?" asked Zed and Caleb wanted to know it too.

"It's gonna be fine again, I only need... one or two fresh victims, however, it's still daytime."

"What prevents you from it? Approximately not this light, or?"

„It hurts me, however, it guess is only momentary, don't worry."

"Do you want... that we bring you somebody?"

„I hate this but as an exception... I would be glad. Thank you."

"Nothing to thank."