Gevaden: Here's the start of the Lycan Fledgling fic that ties in with my own. If you like it tell me and that will give it a bit of priority, if you don't please tell me why.

A trail of bullets raced across the chalk wall towards Vivien. He dodged around a corner followed by a spray of debris. Cursing he swapped magazines in his rifle. It loaded with a satisfying click into the AK. Vivien returned fire, but barely saw what he was shooting at. If he stayed where he was, it meant death. Four on one wasn't the odds he liked.

Looking around the shady hotel corridors, there were only two doors with a single window at the end of the hall, making this a dead end. He ran to the first room and tried the door. No surprises, it was locked. After two precise kicks the door swung open. This would still be a dead end. Alternatives.

Vivien ran to the window, franticly prying it open. Directly below him was a second lower roof. One leg in one out, they came around the corner shooting in every direction except Vivien's. The window smashed, small particles of glass rained down on him. In the panic of the situation he let loose a volley from his rifle as he slid from the window. Hitting the tiles below wasn't a problem, finding a way to his feet before he fell off again was. He rolled off the lower roof and managed to land on his two feet at the city street below.

Orange lights lit the moist pre-dawn air. The mist glistened. Vivien had set off at a run, he couldn't tell if they were following him, but either way dawn was coming. At least he still had that weapon, his AK was probably still sitting on the roof he'd fallen on. He was doubling back to the safe house, which was easy if you knew the city. If these lads knew it as well as he did, they would be waiting for him to appear back at the safe house.

It looked like nobody was home, but then again they'd hardly have the Christmas lights up. The door of the safe house was ajar. Vivien didn't know weather that was a good or bad thing. Possibly bad. Inside was the lining of a cat's stomach. Pitch black, foul smelling and covered with a dark substance, vampires loved. Mouse blood.

He flicked on the lights. They buzzed, beginning to glow. At that moment, a line of sparks slid up the stonewall next to Vivien. He jumped to the floor. Terror came to him, they were here. The shooting stopped as suddenly as it started. From the corner there was a moan. "If that's not a Lycan I'll be damned."

Vivien stood; a wash of relief fell like a bucket of water. "Kuthiln, your alive." Then he saw him, lying in a pool of his own blood riddled with silver shots. "Holy shit, they got you." Vivien was in disbelief.

"Hey kid you're the only one untouched." He tried to laugh but only a spew of blood came out. "Look, get across town to the Killbox Conor 'ill know what to do, leave me I'll be fine and I'll send on anybody else who shows." He coughed some more.

Vivien couldn't even protest, the old Lycan wouldn't hear a word of it. He took a pistol from one of his dead brethren and left. The tail of the Sun began to creep across the horizon. He was safe now.

Getting across town to where the Killbox was took only about an hour and a half. Finding its precise location was a balls. Finally he found the spot; pushing the big metal door open he found the entrance empty, as usual. It wasn't till he found the second entrance that he saw Lycans standing guard. One quick sniff and he was in.

There seemed to be an argument of some sort brewing. He ran. In the main area, Conor was screaming at another. Worse, he was screaming at a Vampire. "Death to the Vampires!" Vivien screamed, running at it. In one quick fluid motion the vampire knocked Vivien back almost a meter. Conor shape-shifted and made for the Vampire. Within seconds the Vamp was on Conor shouting "Let's not do this again, it would achieve nothing in the long run during such bad times."

Vivien realised who it was. Philip Cremin, the one and only. Conor sank back into human form. "I might not be able to kill you in hand to hand, but a click of my finger and you die." Conor motioned to the encircling Lycans all armed. Vivien too had his pistol poised. Philip shrugged, "What good would that bring, only a useless war with the Vampires."

"Ah so we're not a war now, eh? Make up your mind Philip, because you've just had several safe-houses hit last night." Conor said.

"What! I didn't order any such thing!" he replied. Conor nodded and waved his hand downwards. So too did all the weapons lower. "If that is what you say then I believe you." Conor said.

They walked together off to some back room to discuss the events of that night or so Vivien assumed. Apparently he was the third Lycan from his safe-house to make it out alive and that was including Kuthiln. Vivien found a nice place to curl up into, only to be called upon moments later.

"Alright, Vivien guess who's going Vamp hunting?" it was Damaur, a well known Lycan. "Com'on, I'll brief you along the way." There was a whole pack of about eight. Vivien was thrown a rifle and a flack jacket. Damaur led them outside where they all piled into a van. "Ok guys we're gotta pick up some fella and then we're off the Pisces Safe-House, here's what's going to happen…"

Outside Vivien could tell from the moon that it was early night. Maybe he'd been curled up in that nice place of his for longer than he realised. They pulled over and in hopped a Vamp. There were a few growls, but Damaur suppressed them. "He's here with us to help us find out who these rouge vampires are." Vivien wasn't happy.

The van stopped again. "You two," Damaur said, "this is your stop, ye know what to do." They jumped out. Vivien could see that the van had stopped at the corner of the road. The doors shut and the van rolled on. They progressed a little further on, the Pisces Safe-House was under an Ice ring, at the edge of a main road. It was almost jutting out into nowhere, no tall buildings stood over it. Made this all the easier.

The Van rolled into the Ice ring car park. A vast open space of painted tarmac. Damaur parked roughly in the middle. "Alright lads, get in there and make it as defensible as possible and remember don't go into the safe-house stay in the Ice ring area." They nodded and ran off. That left Damaur, Vivien and the sour looking Vamp. "Just so you know vampy we're here to make sure this runs smoothly, any hiccups and we're pulling everyone out, keep you eyes peeled."

Damaur switched his radio on. "Jameson any luck?" he said over the comm.

"Yeah boss, we're following two black clad vampys now." Was the reply. Damaur smiled. "Jameson you keep on them, get Andrews to look out for the other four."

There was nothing for ten minutes, until the radio beeped again. "Hello Damaur, I hope you like fireworks"

"Who is this!" Damaur screamed down the radio. "Shit they're on to us." Vivien dived into the drivers seat. The ignition wouldn't start. "Shit sake Vivien forget about it, I'll have it at the door, get to our boys we're pulling the switch." Vivien jumped out of the Van and ran to the Ice ring. Damaur was under the hood, smashing at the Van engine. "Damn crappy Van." Damaur said, jumping into the driving seat. It came on this time, easy as pie. "Hey did ye see that, Vampy?" His was gone, "Vampy!"

Vivien just reached the Ice rings' doors, when a loud thud, reached his ears, followed by a wall of air. Whipping around he saw the Van in flames. He pushed open the big Glass doors shouting, "Lads, get out, get out! They're on to us, let's go! Com'on we've –" he was cut dramatically short. The glass around him erupted. Flames ran through the halls. A great big curtain fell on Vivien. So big it almost knocked him out.

He could hear the heat of the flames and Lycan screams only noticing somewhat afterward that they were his. At some stage he lost consciousness, weather due to smoke or panic he couldn't tell. It didn't matter either, once he lived.

After they patched him up, he found out that this time he was the only survivor.

Gevaden: That's the chapter. Please Review