Alright-first of all,thanks to all my reviewers!
I would like to say that I have seen Underworld:Evolution five times since it came it. It's great! For those fans who have seen it too, my story was written before the movie came out, so no, none of it is movie based (except for Marcus's looks) and Marcus was not orginally a hybrid in my story; I don't really say, so you guys can decide for yourselves what he is.
Now- on with the show.
Selene slid into her leather death-dealer suit, thinking only of the coming battle. She ran the new attack plan through her head, memorizing every part of it. Of course, things do not always go as planned, but the Lycans were determined to have a victory this night.
A knock on the door brought Selene quickly out of her thoughts.
"Selene?" It was Michael.
"I'm coming." She called, as she grabbed a few extra rounds of the UV ammo.
She met Michael in the hall and followed down the grand staircase and into the main hall where the main Lycan force was waiting. Kahn went over the attack once again for everyone, and then they were out the door and into the night, silent shadows beneath the full moon.
When the attack finally started things happened fast. The mansions gates were breached and the Lycans swarmed in, heading for the roof. Selene and Michael headed the mass, breaking through a skylight and surprising the vampires under them who were expecting a frontal assault. From there the Lycans split into their teams and began to scour the mansion, killing every Vampire they found. Twenty-five minutes into it and Selene was pleased with the way things were going. The revised plan had worked like a charm; they were winning! That's when all hell broke loose. Vampire reinforcements showed up out of no where and the Lycans were suddenly out-numbered and out-flanked. Calling a retreat, the Lycans got out of the mansion any way they could.
Selene and Michael were in an upstairs room when they heard the call.
"Michael, the window!" she had to yell in order to be heard over the gunfire coming form below.
"You first!"
Selene narrowed her eyes, but there was no time to argue. She turned and shot out the window then stepped onto the ledge. That's when she heard Michael snarl. Turning her head she met the eyes of about fifteen angry death-dealers, some she knew and some she didn't.
"Get down and drop your weapon!" The man who said this appeared to be the one in charge.
"And if I do? Are you just going to kill me then? Because I'm in no mood to die without a fight."
"If you don't," the man replied casually, "we'll kill him."
Selene thought the situation over for no more than a second before she slid off the window ledge and turned to face the others.
"There, you see, that wasn't so hard. Now, discharge the ammo cartridge, lay your weapons on the ground, and slide them to me."
Glancing at Michael Selene did as she was told. Never taking their weapons off the two, the vampires escorted them down into a part of the basement Selene had never seen. She was put into a holding cell while Michael was taken off into a separate room.
"Where are they taking him?" Selene asked her guard, suddenly fearful for Michael's safety.
"Shut-up traitor, you'll have your turn."
'What?' Selene thought to herself, turning to stare at the door Michael was taken through.
Michael could hear Selene's angry question as he was pulled through the door, but was left to wonder what her guard's answer would be. The room in which he stood was large, with a table at the far end. A figure was seated at the head of the table and Michael was brought forward to the other chair. Once the guards had pushed him down into it, they retreated back to the door and Michael was free to look at the man opposite him. Though most of him was in shadow, Michael could make his long hair and beard.
"Well, well, I finally get to meet the hybrid. It's nice of you to join me here."
When the man spoke, his voice was deep and rich, but his words only made Michael angry.
"Not as if I had much choice."
"Oh come now Michael, I am only being friendly. I simply wanted to meet my brother's offspring."
Raising his eyebrows, Michael asked, "And what do you think of me, Marcus?"
"I think you look and act remarkably like Matthias. Now, if you will stay here, I must go and speak with the lovely Selene."
And with that the man brushed by Michael and out the door.
Selene sat cross-legged on the floor, breathing slowly. But when the door at the end of the corridor opened she was on her feet in a flash. Expecting Michael, Selene gasped slightly in surprise when she saw none other than Marcus, the last elder, striding towards her. He dismissed the guard then stood leaning on the bars of her cell, saying nothing, only staring.
"Hello, Selene."
Selene looked up, meeting his eyes.
"Are you going to kill us, or not?" Her tone was flat, her eyes ice blue.
Marcus chuckled at her abrupt question, but answered it all the same. "Someone has to die for the murder of Viktor, Selene."
Selene looked away for a moment, thinking quickly. Then she moved closer to where he was standing on the other side of the bars.
"I have a deal for you."
Michael sat in silence for at least fifteen minutes, studying the ruins etched into the walls and ceiling. The door opened behind him just as he realized that the carvings looked familiar somehow.
"Michael?"
"Selene." Her voice was welcome, and Michael turned to face her.
"Michael, you're free to go."
"What?" Michael asked covering the distance between them. "How?" But Selene did not meet his eyes.
"Selene?"
"Michael, I made a deal with Marcus." Her Selene looked up, and Michael could see the tears on her face. "If I stay, you are allowed to go free."
"No, Selene I won't leave you here to die."
"I killed Viktor, not you. Besides," she said, sighing, "you can do more good alive than I can."
"What?"
"Michael, I only know how to kill. But you…you can save lives. And the Lycans trust you, they'll follow you. Michael, please, do this for me."
Michael shook his head slowly, but already he knew he would do as she asked, simply because she asked it. Selene wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest. Michael held her close while she silently cried for another thing that she was about to lose in her life. When the moment came, Michael was reluctant to let go.
Ten minutes later Selene stood on the steps of the mansion and watched Michael walk out the front gates, unharmed.
For the next two days Selene was kept locked in a cell in the dungeon while Marcus appointed councilors to help him decide what to do with her. On the third day, Marcus came to visit her.
"We have decided a punishment for you. Death by sunlight."
"Just like Sonja."
Marcus smiled, glad that she had caught on so quickly. "Ironic, isn't it?"
"You have no idea."
As Marcus walked away, Selene reached for the necklace she wore on a thin gold chain; Sonja's pendant.
"The Execution is set for two days from now, that's Thursday."
"Is it enough time?" Michael asked.
"More than enough," Kahn replied, "we already have a force of three-hundred."
"Set it up then, I want every vampire dead. And after we get Selene out, burn the mansion down."
The two days passed quickly for Selene. She spent most of her time thinking about her life, the things she had lost, and mourning her lost chance for happiness with Michael. She really did love him.
They came for her early Thursday morning. She was put into a chair in front of a council of her peers where her crimes and subsequent sentence were read aloud for all to hear.
From there Selene was taken into the same chamber where Sonja met her end, and fastened to the same pole. Selene thanked God that Michael did not have to endure what Lucian had.
Selene could feel the pendant, cold against her skin.
'Far too much blood has been spilled over this emblem. Sonja, Lucian, Viktor, and now myself.'
The coven's focus was on Selene's execution and so they were caught unaware. As Selene prepared for her impending death a huge blast rocked the top half of the mansion. Lycans began pouring in and heading down into the basement where the vampires were. When the vampires finally realized what was happening there was massive panic. Unnoticed by anyone, Selene managed to get one hand free of the manacle it was locked into. Within minutes the room was deserted as the Lycans and vampires fought in the many corridors and rooms that made up the mansion.
"Selene?" Michael called, finally making it down to the dungeon.
"I'm here!" she called out, struggling to free her other hand.
Michael began to help her when he was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown across the room. Marcus stepped around Selene and moved towards Michael, who stood up, already in his hybrid form. Marcus slammed into Michael with bone-jarring force. Thrown backwards once again, Michael barely had time to roll aside before Marcus pounced on him. Elder versus hybrid, the two grappled on the stone floor.
Meanwhile, Selene finally got her other hand free and, grabbing a large chunk of mortar, rushed at Marcus and hit him as hard as she could. He turned and threw Selene across the room and into the wall. The sudden impact left her dazed and seeing stars.
Angry, Michael fought tooth and nail, and finally got to his feet. He and Marcus fought across the room, not paying any attention to where they were, but Selene was. Michael had backed Marcus up against the pole. Running forward, Selene ducked behind the elder and snapped one of the manacles over his right wrist. Michael grabbed his other hand and forced it back, giving Selene the chance to snap the other manacle on. Backing up Michael watched as Selene turned the wheel that opened a whole in the ceiling. Ducking behind a door Selene heard Marcus's screams as he was burned alive.
Michael and Selene took cover in the mansion until night fall when it was safe for Selene to go outside. Once they were out the mansion was set fire to. Selene stood alone, watching the blaze, until Michael joined her. Together, side by side, they watched the last remains of Selene's old life crumble into ashes. Looking up, Selene met Michael's eyes. Smiling, she reached up and passionately kissed him, the kiss evolving into an embrace that seemed to last forever.
'Six hundred summers, she reflected. Six hundred snowy winters. Thirty-five generations of mortal humanity. And finally, again, something to live for.'
Well, I'd love to know what you guys and galsthink. This will probably be the last chapter unless I get demands for an epilogue. I hope everyone enjoyed my story, but that's it for now.