Chapter 23:

-Confusions-

For the first time for a long time he felt completely confused. What brought him again a clear head was probably a shower. The cold water, touched his cold skin. He took the soap and rubbed it in everywhere. After fifteen minutes, he was ready and refreshed however, he felt lousy and decided to lay back in his bed. He wanted to close his eyes as it suddenly rang at the door. He put on quickly a T-shirt which was lying around and opened the door.

"What are you actually thinking off?" without invitation, Ivanhoe burst an in. Michael gave him way without knowing what he to should say and closed the door again.In the back head the alarm went, however, he wasn't in the mood, kept silent and looked only suspiciously at him. he noticed a scar at the face, then their looks of the two met. Michael's black eyes remained expressionless while Ivanhoe's glowed by fury. "You come here and play the harmless boy, which turned out as a lie. Who are you, that has the right to slaughter us like livestock? What are you? Damned, we lost already nine."

"Wow, wow, wow, it wasn't me who attacked first and the last time, I don't like to get provoked. I am a fucking vampire and a fucking werewolf at the same time, that I am."

"Provoked? Who probably provoked whom? You attacked us without reason last night."

"Last night? I can remember nothing and that's the truth."

"Don't be so hypocritically, you bastard! Did approximately caught you the frenzy or what? That would be no apology. No immortal drinks the blood of another immortal."

"I however... only if it's necessary."

"And that was quite necessary, wasn't it? "

"Now listen, I deal like any other immortal, I only defend myself. Whatever happened last night... I know nothing. I woke up today in my bed, bathed in sweat and a strange herbal smell in the nose. My head was swimming and I don't have any fucking idea!" Ivanhoe the sensed threat in Michael's tone and tried to provoke him no more than it's necessary.

"Herbal smell, did you say?" Michael nodded. "then, you got through it."

"Seem so, why?"

"My father did the same with me, apart from the stake, which would have killed me but he used a rare and poisonous herbal mixture. For any reason, it obscures the spirit and mind of an immortal and should clean him. The next day you feel shit. As it seems, it went wrong with you. No sign of an alteration."

"He warned me that we would have to repeat it."

"That's madness."

" I want it, however…the price is high."

"You will kill us all."

Michael didn't answer it and turned thoughtfully to the window, fenced his arms and stared into the street where he could see people working and mothers went shopping with their children. Then, he opened his mouth and began:

"I was just wondering, why you possess this strengths. So far, no one could injure me like that and make me livid... except one."

"Markus."

Michael's head snatched back as he heard this name.

"Rumours speak fast around, Michael. We know, the Elder of the vampires and we know your maker Lucian. He was a great leader as I've heard. The oldest of us have known him before the war began."

"The elder are dead. All. Amelia was led into an ambush and was bleeding dry by Lycans. Viktor got..." however, it fell him heavily to talk about Selene, but he was proud of her what she has done and gratefully, because if she had not responded, he would be dead. "... got executed by Selene, a vampire and I killed Markus with my own hands. It wasn't easy to kill that elder, thought, that he was older than I was and worse he also was a hybrid. He had killed me however, his bite let me mutate further.Lucian is dead because he had a dream. Before he died he rescued my life."

"This sounds awfully and inconceivably. Forgive me that we're almost not aware here of the war. We remained neutral. Are you the one the oldest spoke off? The one who can bring the balance again. Two clans, one leader. "

"I will lead nobody." he hissed. "Everyone tries to kill me and fails. A leader should be respected, don't you think? I am hated and am feared."

"They are afraid because you are something new and because they know that you are stronger."

"Then leave me simply. You have no idea how fed up I am to live this life. I rather would have remained a Lycan and simply died by silver-bullets, but no, the fate intended something else. You still didn't answered my question, why you are so strong."

"As I had said, we are neutral and live in the wilderness. We live in groups and we live after this regulates of the nature. We're only strong together."

"So simply?"

"So simply. Was there already one like you once, if you allow me the question?"

"No idea, I only know, that there was one, who was able to unify the two viruses, however I know nothing about him."

"What was his name?"

"Alexander Corvinus."

"hmmm... I've heard it once briefly, I but it doesn't mean anything to me, I'm sorry. But one could say with certainty that you are an unambiguous descended, which logically points on your name."

"So far, I already came as well. I have no idea. About everyone, there is a history, no matter whether lies or indications. There aren't any facts about Alexander Corvinus, only the free word of a Lycan, nothing more. Who actually says that he existed or that I am only a mood of the nature?"

"Be patient, all needs time..."

"... this we don't have. If you excuse me, I'd like to be alone, I have headaches."

"I see. hope you find, what you seek."

Their looks met itself and Michael nodded sympathetically and opened his unexpected guest the door and locked it after him.He leaned with his back against the door, closed his eyes and discharged a sigh. He decided to turn on the music for the alternation, and he let fall himself back again into the bed and twisted the eyes and closed themEverything turned around him and he wanted that it stopped. He felt still dog-miserably but he could do nothing except waiting.