Disclaimer:

I don't own any part of Underworld, never did, still don't, and never will. The characters that you don't recognize most likely belong to me, but I will note it when they don't. If you notice a character that you think I'm not noting, then please tell me.

Azec Sistra

"My name is Dahlia. I am a hybrid. I was not made into one. I was born one. And only one other knows of our existence. For over the past six centuries, we have lived in the shadows as outcasts, neither accepted by Vampires nor Lycans. Each race believes we are of the other, and so we are to be killed on sight…that is if we are sighted. We hunt both Vampires and Lycans in order to survive, and never has anyone who has seen us lived to see another day. After six centuries of waiting, of fighting, and of searching, it is time for us to end it. We were, after all, the beginning of it, and now, we will be the end of it, with or without…HIM."

Jonathan was a boy like none other. You couldn't really call him a boy because he was over six centuries old despite the fact that he physically appeared sixteen. There was something different about him, something that made him stand out and that aroused fear and question in those who saw him. It wasn't his above average height of 6'3 or all the high-tech equipments and weaponry that he carried with him. It was his eyes. Eyes that were cold, emotionless and piercing. Eyes that were a constant shade of vampiric green, something that had never been acquired even by Vampire pureborns. They stood out even more being framed against his unusually pale complexion and his chin length dark brown hair, which he kept loosely tied.

He slowly walked among the rubble left in the sewers, the destruction caused by the war between Vampires and Lycans only moments before he arrived. His job was to search the area and look for any remaining survivors, reporting any sightings to his superior, Dahlia Whether or not to save them was not up to him or his abilities, but up to her.

The sewers were so big, and there were countless numbers of dead bodies. After working at a steady rate for a couple of hours, Jon knew that he had to quicken his pace. There were still many areas that he had yet to reach, some of which he knew he wouldn't be able to even with his inhuman abilities.

But reaching all the areas of the sewers wasn't his main concern. He had to make sure that he got out of the sewers before the Cleaners arrived.

It wasn't in the nature of any Cleaner to be hostile. Their only job was to clean up the mess made by the Vampires or Lycans or both, to keep the war between the two kinds from spilling into the human world. But they did not hesitate to kill any who discovered their existence and could potentially become a threat to them, Vampires, Lycans, and humans alike.

Jon had no fear of anyone, and especially not of the Cleaners because they were only humans after all. While he did not fear them, he certainly had respect for them. He respected the courage they showed simply by partaking in the war of the Underworld, and, much more than that, he respected their ability to back up their policy of secretiveness.

It was at this moment that he remembered something.

"I don't understand why we have to avoid the Cleaners. It would be so simple just to tell them what is going on. And it would be even much simpler to outright kill them if they interfere."

"No! Don't you understand after all the conversations we've had? We don't know what the Cleaners are fully capable of. Besides, we're not that much different from them. We both keep the war contained. The only difference between us and them is that we are waiting in the hopes of finding him."

"Sooner or later someone is going to have to end this war. If the Cleaners do get involved with this final conflict, are you going to tell me to leave them alone?"

(silence)

"That's an entirely different matter. But, please, at least for now, do not get involved with the Cleaners."

Lia had spoken in a strange tone, one that dissuaded him from seeking further argument with her and that made him realize that she had the means of keeping him in check.

Not two minutes in thought, Jon was forced to jerk his head to the side and stare down at the lower part of his left leg. An extremely pale and feeble hand now struggled to hang onto his leg.

"Hel…p…me. Pl…e…ase." a blond-haired and heavily burnt Vampire begged him.

Jon ignored the Vampire's pleas and simply bent down to pick up the guns located next to the Vampire. He ejected the mag of one gun and look of surprise crossed his face.

"Silver nitrate. That's why all these Lycans died so fast." he thought, realizing that even he only had hard silver bullets.

He realized something else, though. A vague familiarity in the appearance of the silver nitrate bullets. He quickly ejected the mag of the second gun and, this time, a look of confirm crossed his face.

"Tanis." was the only word that repeatedly crossed Jon's mind. Everything made perfect sense now. Tanis was the only one who was in the trade of ultraviolet bullets, and he must have been trading with him and the Lycans. Jon never made the mistake of leaving behind any traces of new weaponry that could only worsen the war, but the same couldn't be said for the Lycans. Obviously, the UV bullets must have somehow reached the Vampires and were copied, but with silver nitrate instead.

Jon's attention returned to the Vampire. He hated the Vampires. Only two were exempted from this deep, incomprehensible hatred, the first being Tanis because he provided Jon with UV bullets and the second being someone he knew about but had never personally known.

"Die" Jon said coldly as he shot the Vampire with the remaining UV bullets in the gun he picked up. He could only watch with sheer joy and content as the Vampire burned to death.

"There's nothing left here. I'm coming back." Jon said clearly but softly into the mouthpiece of the complex communicator headset he was wearing just in case any Cleaners were around.

"Alri…" Lia had started to say when cut short by the hurried hushing of Jon's voice.

"Hush! Wait! There's something." he said as his inhuman senses began to pick up something. A vague sound. The sound of light but weak breathing. Jon moved slowly towards this sound and eventually came to what could have been a storage room. As soon as he entered, he noticed the source of the sound. A Lycan with shoulder length dark-brown hair who physically appeared to be in his early to mid-thirties.

"You'll find this very interesting." Jon spoke into the mouthpiece, never taking his eyes from the Lycan before him.

"What?" was the only reply that came.

"I found a Lycan that's been pumped full of silver nitrate." he said.

"That's nothing interesting. You said that you found a number of Lycans that were shot with silver nitrate." the voice dully replied.

"This one is still alive."

This is my first fic ever so I hoped that you all enjoyed it and all of your reviews are appreciated. I promise that there is going to be more dialogue and action in the next chapter.