Well, heres chapter two, with some angst/ (almost) fluff between our two favorite characters. Not much in the line of plor revealing; but some questions are answered. Next update by the end of the week; enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Underworld, or its characters.

Chapter Two:
Falling into Place.

The winged formed of a hybrid elder circled in the skies above a small village. His eyes darting to the sun that would arise in the distance and down to the woman in his arms; she had slipped into a sleep; a blood deprived stage. He could sense the difference in her remaining blood; it wasn't the same as he tasted but hours ago. He landed with an eerie grace behind the barn of an old farm; the soft noise of animals greeted his sensitive ears. His wings flexed forward, slashing the lock open and pulling the door open. He slipped in with the shadows and the door closed behind him.

With growl at the thought of what he was belittled to, he surveyed the barn with a loathing detest. 'It will have to do...' was all he muttered as his wings lifted a thick horse blanket off the side of a stable stall and tossed it down over a mound of hay. He laid Selene down on it, and stood back to assess the visual extend of her wounds. Most of them where healing now, but slowly. With blood she would heal faster. He glanced at his own body, dried with blood but his wounds sealed completely. Ah, the benefits of being a few thousand years old. He turned to the animals with in the barn; his eyes fell to that of a horse. He looked away from it; the mare was with calf. He was never one to end young life.

His eyes fell onto that of a pig, and he looked away out of pure disgust. Never. He would never belittle himself, nor would he belittle Selene. His eyes lifted, and a grin formed on his twisted lips. The sight of bats sleeping in the rafters above warmed his hate for this place. He lifted a wing, a soft unheard screech leaving his lips. The bats stirred from sleep, sending out soft echoes and seeing the form of a beast below them. They recognized the kin, and males fell from their perch. They fluttered down attaching to the offered wing and made soft clicking noises. Marcus width held the urge to smile as he ran a hand over their silvery fur. "You're going to help me my little friends... Quickly." His voice was soft, so as not to wake the woman but feet away.

The morning rose to fright among morals. Several recalled the flutter of bat wings and the hulking form of a larger creature. Others recalled the sharp pain of a bite, while others dismissed it as a crazy dream. The farmer of that old barn was suspicious to the broken pad lock, slashed apart, but nothing was missing in his barn. A few more bats then normal... But he didn't venture in to the loft above; he had tried once, and the bats had turned wild on him. He checked on the mare, mulling over why she seemed more stress then normal. Her eyes rolled upwards to wards the loft. But the farmer just patted her softy, leaving her a feed of oats. He left a small bucket of slop for the pig, which was done even before the farmer re-closed the door.

It was a good thing the farmer had not ventured up into the loft. The large form of a bat like creature hung off the rafters like his kin. A woman held to his chest and his wings wrapped around both of them like a barrier from the world. He was half a sleep; but yet not a sleep at all. His body had been allowed to slip into a coma like state, but his mind and spirit where wide awake, his senses easily keeping tract of the enemies that where trying to locate them. Content that would not be found; he let his mind join his body. But his spirit stayed awake, sensitive to everything, waiting for a sign of danger so he could flee or fight...

Fast Forward

It was late in the afternoon, the sky above swirling with the setting colors of the sun. Twilight was upon the village, which had calmed down since the morning. The bats of the barn awoke with the moon and filled the air as they escaped into the night in search of food. Other creatures of the night stirred, but they did not take flight.

Selene awoke to the rustle of wings, many wings. She instantly became aware of the fact, she was hanging upside down, and the sent of a hybrid was all over her. The scent was familiar, she could have mistaken it for Michael; but her memory came to her, and she snarled. The wings around her slipped open, the creature holding her letting her free. She landed, backing away from him with a cold hate in her eyes. "Marcus." Her voice was a dark hiss; he was not affected by her reaction to him.

"Selene." His voice was deep, but twisted from the form of his hybrid body. His wings folded at his back as he released his grasp on the rafter. His wings instantly flared open to catch his body, and he landed gracefully on his clawed feet. His wings closed down at his back once more. They stayed silent, Selene watching him with the urge to attack and run. Marcus impassively watched her watching him. "If you're waiting for me to attack, you are sadly mistaken." Marcus walked forward, but didn't near Selene. Instead his hybrid form shrunk around him, and he stood at the edge of the loft in his human appearance. "We should make haste. They will be on to us soon."

Selene stood behind him, staring at him with a mix of anger and confusion. Her choice was her anger. She lunged at him, to find he was not where he should have been. She nearly fell over the edge of the loft, but she caught her self, leaping off it instead. Her eyes fell onto Marcus who was standing below looking up at her with a disapproving frown. She landed in front of him, moving to attack, but there was nothing but thin air in front of her. "Coward. Fight me." She growled after him, looking up to see him walking out of the barn, and she bit down on her anger at his ignorance. She went after him; not about to let him go so easy. "Mar-" A hand slipped around her mouth silenceing her and pulled her against the wall of the barn before she could even step into the night right.

"shh..." Marcus lifted his free hand, gesturing to wards the farmers house, where the lights where still on, and the old man stood in the door way looking out at his barn with suspicion. "If we break out into a fight here, the whole of this village will be aware something isn't right. And i they /i will find us much more easily." His voice was low, soft for her to hear only. He felt Selene repressing her anger. "You need to learn control; you need to train those new abilities of yours" He felt her relax, but still tense; she didn't trust him, he knew it, and respected her for it. "You know.." Selene whispered the statement; not a question. "Yes. My fathers blood has made you something new, an advanced form of what you once where. You can use this to your advantage, or it can ultimately be your destruction..." He lowered his head closer to hers; the farmer had left his house, and was approaching the barn.

"You killed Michael..." she whispered softly, as if wanting to awake from a dream. "An act I regret doing. He was the only other of my kind... But I do not believe I killed him in every sense of the word... I do not like to see the blood of my own family spilt..." he whispered softly, lower his head eve closer, his body against hers. His lips pressed to her neck. "Be still." his voice like the wind against her skin. "The mortal approaches, I'd like to leave here with none knowing we where here." he slowly let his arms surround her, pleased when she caught on to his ruse and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"You there! Explain why you're on my property." The human who spoke was tall and muscled. His appearance most likely intimidating to others of his kind, but the immortals before him were not phased. A flash light shone over them, and the farmer snorted at their positions. His voice a disgusting sound that annoyed both of them. "Sir; we are merely passing by. Let our presence bother you not." Marcus spoke with a voice that was deep, enchanting. He raised his head from Selene's shoulder, his eyes flashing with red; not the blue that Selene's could turn. His eyes bored into those of the humans and the man nodded numbly, seemingly under a trance. "Yes... Well; there's a boarding house in the village. You youngsters need not catch cold out here in the dark trying to hide your affections..." the mans voice was slurred now, like he was under the influence of a drug. The man turned and walked back off to his house. Marcus never blinked until the man was back with in his house.

"How did you..." Selene asked, blinking at what she had just witnessed. Marcus pulled away from her, not before placing a soft kiss to her neck. "Like I said; you need to train your new abilities... I can teach you, in time... Manipulating the weaker is an easy thing." he spoke softly, grinning at the icy look be received for having been so close. "You said... Michael might not be dead..." Her tone was careful, guarded. Marcus only looked up at the sky and the moon caused his eyes to almost glow. "I did not wound him mortally. He should have recovered from the blow I struck him..." He let his words die off; not wanting to tell her exactly what he was speculating.

"What are you getting at...You think he faked his own death?" Her voice was controlled, but the anger in it directed towards him was like a knife through the tension between them. "You said that; not me." He whispered, his eyes falling suddenly to the forest in the distance. He had seen a light, and his senses flared outwards. "We're being observed." he commented before she could throw another mental batter at him. Selene quieted, letting her eyes trace the path his had made. She scowled, for not sensing it herself.

"Its time to leave; they're near." There was no question left in his voice, his body shifted, growing larger. His bones cracked as his eyes dilated, his skin turned grey, then started to almost glow white in the moon light. His face contracted, almost looking like that of a bats; his ears pointing to a tip. He didn't flinch as his jaw shifted, jutting out slightly. Last, his wings ripped through his back, droplets of blood spraying the air. "Leave?" Selene ventured to question when he had finished transforming.

"Yes, unless you wish to face your comrades alone." His voice had spoken with sarcasm, knowing she cared little for any of them. "How do suggest we 'leave'?" she corrected, not moving her eyes from the trees; as if expecting a pack of werewolf's to spring out and down onto her. "Simple." at the amusement in his voice, she really should have been ready for his next movements.

She voiced her displeasure with a soft hiss when his arms surrounded her. A growl from his throat caused her to quite. "The air is an advantage we have on them." He spoke softly to her, as if he had felt bad for having to growl at her. What ever he felt, it was gone by the time he pulled them into the night, and soared off, having no trouble with her extra weight. A grin pulled his lips when her arms automatic slid around his neck, as if she thought he'd take pleasure in dropping her.

After a moment or two of uncomfortable silence, Selene ventured to break this silence. "Why?" what she meant by it, she wasn't even sure. "Why...?" Marcus asked, more to himself; trying to figure out what exactly she meant, and why she had broken the silence. "Yes, why." Selene spoke as if she didn't know how he couldn't know what she meant. His silence could have been taken rather cute as he looked down at her in confusion; well, cute if his face wasn't warped by his hybrid blood. "Why am I alive." she asked softly, her eyes on the moon far above them. He knew what she meant now. The unspoken meaning was a dagger to his dead heart. 'Why did you kill William'?

His silence made Selene almost regret having asked, but just before she was about to speak (rather to apologize or change the subject would not be known) he spoke. "I lost a brother. I gained a blood-sister... and at least you won't attack me... with out cause." he added the ending knowing it to be perfectly true. "You are alive because I do not wish to see any more blood. I want these pathetic fights between vampire and Lycan to stop. My father believed in you; and I wish to see what you can do."

"A father you killed." She spoke it harshly, perhaps more harshly then she had meant; her breath caught. He was an Elder, and deserved her respect regardless... But she found herself unable to hold back retorts. "I wounded him. He killed himself." The voice was empty; the subject of his family's death to his own hands was chilling his already dead heart even more. He felt her repress the shiver that his voice had caused. "If you live; you could rebuild a family..." her voice trailed off, as if she realized she was speaking to try comfort him. He looked down at her with a look on his warped face that could have been a smile, or a grin. "Offering?" his voice was suggestive, and it earned him a hard glare. He chuckled at that look, the emptiness gone as he observed the female in his arms. "Hardly." Selene forced out over her a mix of anger and confusion; perhaps a taint of embarrassment. Marcus's grin widened at the tone in her voice. "Feisty, powerful and beautiful, a fine mate." He was subjected to another icy glare. "If you weren't flying at 200MPh..." Selene's dry comment arose laughter from him; she could feel the vibration against her body. Neither of them seemed to notice how easy their mental batters where when they weren't trying to kill each other...

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