Time Line: Picks up moments before the second movie(evolution) ends.
Summary: Michael didn't awake from death to save selene. But someone came to aid that she never expected. The Vampires have a new leader; who is allied with the lycans, and Selene has never been more endanger.
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama, AU.
Pair: Selene/Marcus, one sided Selene/Micheal.
A/N: Just an idea I had. Review with your thoughts on it. Next chapter will be longer and up soon, hopefuly sometime next week. But bare with me, I'm typing this through exam week and I have no beta's.

Chapter One
The Start of the End

Marcus stood, fruitlessly clawing at the stone wall cutting him off from world. His bladed wings flexed, lashing out at the stone, not even dinting the surface. He snarled in anger, trying to calm his mind to think logically. He had found himself acting on mere emotions allot lately. He had to stop it. He was an 'elder', but now he was a hybrid; and not by choice. The blood of a vampire still ran strong in his veins, and the laws that screamed to be obeyed echoed in his head. His love for his brother was great; but was it worth all of this..?

He paused, a loud rumble shook the building. His eye grew with something a king to worry. His brother was out their, he could feel his pain almost like it was his own. With a roar, he braced his body and dug his claws into the stone of he door. His back twitched, his bladed wings flicking with the adrenaline that made his muscles jump. A snarl left his lips, grunting with the effort he hauled the door upwards, breaking through the barrier to the world. He let the wall go when it was high enough, steeping into freedom as the door fell back into place behind him, like he had never left.

He raced threw the labyrinth, water sloshing around him, his body dripping wet; so much had gone wrong. His plans and hopes for a future twisted and broken. He rounded a corner, a roar of his brother heard close, very close. He sprinted forward, his wings twitching at his back and his hands baling into fists, not minding his own claws. He heard rounds of ammo going off, heard the cry of his brother again. More roars filled the air. Changed lycans, new to the world, beasts, like his brother... With each roar that sounded into the air, he was starting to doubt himself, doubt that he could control his brother. By the time he rounded another corner, he was regretting freeing his brother. The corner he rounded brought him to his destination.

He stood their for a moment, watching the hulking for of his brothers were-wolf body arch and snarl, making every bullet and never slowing. The helicopter whirled above, Marcus snarled, his brother could not keep up with odds like this. He moved, his clawed hands wrapping around the wire of the helicopter that hung down, and he went to pull, attempting to even the playing field. But, his brother suddenly howled, and sprung out of the line of fire, straight for the body of a worn out x-death dealer, Selene herself. Marcus watched with a feeling of time slowing as his brothers fangs glinted in the dim light. As selene slowly tried to maneuver out of the way... Time sped up, Selene was hurled into a stone wall, she slipped down the wall smeared with her own blood and laid; silent and unmoving.

Marcus watched his brother stand, hidden from the fire of the helicopter he slowly closed in on his prey, the weakened form of Selene. Something stirred in Marcus, an urge to protect his own blood. He questioned it, Selene was not a direct descendent of him; she was a play toy of victors... His eyes narrowed, the urge was strong, instinct. He moved, not thinking it over as he sprung up between his brother and his prey. "William; Stop." The were wolf snarled at him unintelligently. Advancing despite his brother's presence. Marcus snarled, his hybrid form twitched as his strength and furry swirled in him. He didn't move out of his brother's path- the urge to protect over road his logic. "William; don't make me do this. Stop..." He were wolf lunged at Marcus, aiming to kill. Marcus cried out; not in pain, but in rage. His wings flared forward and he braced himself for his brother's body. They collided, Marcus's rage blinded him as he hurled his brother off his body and into the open line of fire from the helicopters. He leapt after him.

The bullets didn't rain down from the helicopter this time, the ones above where confused. The two brothers circled, lunged, snarled, slashed, fangs snapped, gnashed... Their blood spilled into the water- now red with gore. Crimson sprayed the old stone walls, Marcus's bladed wings gleamed with the same crimson. His claws raged threw the skin of his brother, doing more damage then the bullets of man could ever. The maw of a wolf buried into his shoulder, fangs ripping apart and trying to pull the pound of flesh from his body. The blades of Marcus fell; driving right threw his brothers body- the werewolf could hang on no longer. He was flung across the ruined building, colliding into solid stone that crumbled leaving the beast to fall into the water.

Marcus stood, body covered with blood that was not his own, but soon the wounds on his body mixed his brothers blood with his own. He advanced towards the location of his brother; his face grim with the realization he was hunting his own brother- but that feeling of protection still reared in him. His ears picked up a soft groan; Selene had shifted from unconscious and was awaking. This distraction might have been his last. His brother lunged up from the water, and pounced on him. He was pinned down into the gory water, his brother's maw caught in his clawed hands, forcing the beast away from biting him. He could feel his brother's claws digging into his chest, raking down it. The blades of Marcus rose, impaling his brother again. His back legs lifted, catching his brother in the chest and hurling him away. He jerked his blades as his brother slipped off them, more blood sprayed the air.

Marcus stood, his wounds bleeding freely; the water around him darkened, nearly brown. His brother stood, his fur matted with a gore, most of it his own. The were wolf was clearly weakened; he had slowed down, as if saving his energy for attacks that could benefit. Selene groaned again, and Marcus wisely kept his eyes on his brother; whose attention was drawn to his old prey. The wolf noted the easy kill, and lunged. Marcus couldn't look back and recall his exact attacks and movements; but he heard Selene's hiss; Seen her face contract from anger with confusion… the body of his brother lad at his feet, slashed apart to pieces.

They stood their like that for a while; eyes locked. Selene raised a gun, one of the guns from the men that had accompanied her. She was weak, slashes down her body having ripped threw her clothing, and had not started to heal- she had lost too much blood. She swayed, but her aim was perfect locked for him. She didn't have to fire. Marcus fell to his knees in the water, his wings falling limb. "You where right..." was all he spoke, his voice husky, but rough from pain.

Selene moved, walking forward her finger aching to squeeze the trigger. Here he was, The killer of Micheal. On his knee's before covered in his brothers blood. A brother he had fought against all odds to free- only to kill when he attacked her. "Why." Her voice was weak; she loathed the sound of it. She watched Marcus raise his head to look at her. Clearly he had thought, and wanted her to fill his head full of bullets. "Why..." he echoed, wondering how that simple question brought such turmoil to him. There was another pause, both loosing more blood threw those slow seconds. "I could not control him..." He admitted it, begrudgingly. "It was folly hope on my part to think that I could ever save him." He watched Selene as she raised an eye brow. "Save him?" Her voice as sharp, she was delaying her vengeance, for answers; his side of the story. "I had hoped, that by injecting him with the blood of a vampire, or hybrid; to breed sense and control into him..." He never gazed down at the body of his brother, so close, his body a mass of blood, like his own. "You failed." A statement, not a question. "I never got to try."

William's body twitched, a spasm from the electricity of his brain leaving. Marcus took no chances, his bladed wing falling to dislodge to neck from the shoulders. In that exact instant, a rain of bullets fell down onto them; Marcus shifted his senses, opening them wide. Vampyres, death dealers, and... Lycans?. He moved, fluid and swiftly. His body protected Selene as his arms pulled her into his body. His wings flared wide, and he lifted into the night.

He heard their words, their astonishment of the hybrid elder fleeing with their main target. He heard the sharp voice of a female who controlled them. Selene heard it as well, his grip tightened when her body tried to fight his hold. "You are in no condition." It closed the subject before it was open, his voice sharp, a hiss. She quieted; numbing to the loss of blood. Her submission was evidence to those long years she had served to Elders. Selene's eyes fell to Erika's. Even from the altitude of Marcus's wings she could see the loathing hate in those eyes. Erika had been one of the closest things to an associate Selene had had when Kraven was second in command. Before her life was turned upside down. The whole time, was Erika just waiting, planning her own rise to glory? The connection was broken between their gaze. Marcus nimbly dodged around the bullets that tied to hit him. As a hybrid speed was a given to him.

Erika stood, her eyes moldering with displeasure. "Even when I laid them before you, you still couldn't kill them..." The voice was soft, a whisper for only her to hear. She never dropped her eyes from the fleeing form of Marcus and Selene. "You disappointment me." the words didn't even seem to affect her, as if she didn't even hear them. "Are you really-" The whisper was cut off. "Michael. Shut up." Erika turned, mulling over her plans as she leaped off the top of the castle and landed gracefully on a rock some place below. "Ma'm..." She glanced over a young lycan, ho was unsure about how to get her attention. "what is your wishes for the humans we caught..." He gestured at the helicopter. "Bring them back with us for now." Her eyes lifted to the sky, there was no sight of their prey anymore. "you know where they'll go..." A voice whispered as the hybrid form of Michael stepped from the shadows, standing beside Erika. "Yes. I know..." Her voice was still sharp, angered. "Be still; we still has one thing to our advantage. Selene Believes Marcus killed me, and so does Marcus..." He let his voice trail off, letting her mind fill with plans. Michael grinned. It was so easy to get people to trust him...

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