No reviews on the last chapter! Oh well…can't have everything you want. Anyways, I hope this chapter is better than the last. Selene and Michael are going to be part of my fic so just assume their storyline follows the script of UWE for now. Read, enjoy, and please review!

Azec Sistra

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An old man sat in a dark, dimly lit room, rubbing his temples and forehead with his seemingly thin, fragile fingers. Behind him was the marble statue of an angel.

His hair and beard were completely white, giving him the look of wisdom that comes with age. He wore a black dress shirt, pants, and shoes and a long black overcoat covered with intricate designs. His clothes and posture clearly indicated that he was of high social standing.

The man had a frown on his face. He was worried because the Cleaners had not reported to him for over 8 hours. He also had the devastation that the Lycans and Vampires caused to worry about.

His train of through was interrupted, however, when Tyke, Dex, and Bane walked in.

He looked up and said "Where have you been?"

The three Cleaners looked at one another and replied "Sir, we have been in the sewers in the close proximities of the Old Coven, cleaning evidence of the recent outbreak between the Lycans and Vampires as you ordered."

The man looked to each one of them. He got up and walked past the three of them. With a tired and knowing look on his face he asked them "What was the extent of the damage?"

"We found the bodies of Amelia, Viktor, and the Council members. Amelia and the Council members were bled dry by the Lycans. And Viktor's head was cut in half by his own sword. There were, however, no signs of Marcus." Tyke flatly replied.

"We also had to clean up hundreds of Lycan and Vampire bodies. It appears that each were using UV and silver nitrate ammunition, respectively." Dex hurriedly added.

The man turned around and looked at the Cleaners before him, three fine young men whose families had been loyal to him for centuries. He knew them better than anyone else and knew that they were keeping something from him.

"Tell me. If this was a simple cleaning mission, why did it take so long for you to come back and report to me?"

The three Cleaners sighed deeply. They had hoped to keep the reason for their delay a secret from their lord. They did not wish to add any more worries to his ever growing list of worries, but now that he had asked, they had no choice but to answer him.

"We encountered a Vampire, but this was no ordinary Vampire. This one was far stronger and faster than the ones we have encountered before. While there were no casualties, he was easily able to handle over a dozen of us and broke the jaws of two our men." Tyke explained.

"What is even more intriguing is that this Vampire had green eyes, leading us to suspect that he is a new breed of Vampire. He was also aided by someone else." Bane added, remembering that the Jon had shouted to someone.

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The scene shifted back to apartment number 408.

Tensions were building up as Lucian helplessly stared at Jon, who slowly lowered his gun and gave a sigh of relief. The last thing Jon wanted was for the Cleaners, or anyone else, to attack him during daylight hours when he was unprepared.

Jon never took his gaze off Lucian as he loudly said "Lia! He's awake!" but no reply came. He quickly looked at Lia's room and then back at Lucian. He gave a sigh of annoyance and went into Lia's room.

Lucian's eyes followed Jon's movements. His thoughts were chaotic.

"Who is he? What is he? Is he even a Vampire with those green eyes? How do I communicate with him? How do I get out of here?" he calmly kept asking himself.

Lucian was definitely more worried about his two latter trains of thoughts. With centuries of knowledge and travel, Lucian spoke a few languages, but Jon had spoken in one that he was completely unfamiliar with. To make matters worse, he had been completely stripped of his clothes and with them his weapons.

Jon quickly came from Lia's room with a clearly pissed off look on his face. He just found out that Lia had left during the night, leaving no note or hint as to where she had gone.

He threw Lucian a quick glance and threw him a set of clothes, saying "I clean. Wear."

But Lucian completely ignored Jon. Instead, he began to thoroughly check the clothes when he realized that they were actually his. The weapons that he had carried with him had been taken away, except for his Lycan dagger, which was concealed on the inside of his leather jacket.

Jon cared too little to notice this. All he did was raise one of his eyebrow and gave Lucian a look that screamed "Crazy! The silver must have affected your brain!"

While Lucian was putting his clothes on, Jon walked over to the kitchen fridge and opened it, revealing several dozen packs of synthetic plasma and blood that he and Lia had engineered.

He took out two packs of blood and walked over to Lucian. He handed one pack to Lucian saying "Weak. Need blood."

Lucian took the pack and stared at it. Then he stared at Jon, thinking "Oh great! With that broken English, there is absolutely no point in trying to communicate with him!" And he had no intention of trying to speak to Jon in the other languages he knew…not when he intended on leaving.

The both of them never took their gaze off the other, even while they fed. This silence and indifference was soon going to end though.

Jon went into his room and took out some bandages, a syringe needle, and two tubes. He was going to draw some more blood from Lucian and test it again. He hoped he would discover something new now that Lucian had recovered a little.

Lucian had planned his entire escape, visualizing every possible escape route and every possible outcome. He had picked the situation with the most chance of success. Now, all he had to do was wait for the right moment to execute his plan.

When Jon came close to him and began to prepare the medical equipments he carried, Lucian saw his window of opportunity.

He took hold of Jon by the shoulders and threw him to the opposite end of the room with all his might.

"What?" Jon thought, eyes wide in shock as he felt his back make a huge dent in, almost breaking through, the kitchen wall. It was impossible for Lucian to have recovered so quickly from such injuries after what…eight hours of rest and a pack of blood.

As soon as he got back on his feet, the first thing that he saw was a dagger being thrown straight at his face. Jon quickly caught it, flipped it over, and threw it back in the direction it had come from. But the dagger had hit a wall instead.

Lucian had used his dagger only as a distraction, and it worked. He had enough time to move to the side and jump out the window, breaking the glass and shades that had kept the sunlight from entering the apartment.

Fucking shit! What had just happened? How did it happen?

Jon had no choice now but to wait until nightfall when he would go and hunt him down, their hope of ending the war between Vampire and Lycans once and for all.

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Lia parked her Camry deep in the forest where she knew no one would find it. She stepped out of her car and noticed that the sun had already set. "Perfect." she was thinking since the darkness and shadows would make the her car even less visible.

The place she wanted to go to was actually a few minutes walk away. So she opened her trunk and gathered what equipments she needed.

As Lia was walking, there was a visible difference in how she walked. She didn't walk like a normal human would. She walked like a warrior, taking light quick steps and leaving no traces in the light snow and dirt.

Not to mention she had the attire of a warrior. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail to prevent anyone from grabbing on to her locks. She wasn't wearing comfortable clothing but instead wore a skin tight tank top and shorts and army boots that would lessen the effects of wind resistance when she was moving around. Strapped to the thigh of her left leg was a hoister that held twenty throwing knives and around her waist a utility belt that held two vials of clear liquid and several silver throwing stars. She also had a cutting knife attached to the side of her right boot.

Unlike Jon, who was a guns master, Lia preferred to use hand-to-hand combat or melee weapons because she wouldn't need to think about the hassle of having to reload.

"Here it is." Lia smiled as she was thinking this.

She knew that the blurry flashes that she had seen last night were memories that had been passed on to her. What she didn't know, though, was who had passed on these memories to her or why the people she had seen were so familiar to her. But she did know someone who would…Andreas Tanis. He knew her and the origins of her birth. Surely he would know something about these memories.

Before Lia was the abandoned monastery where Tanis had been exiled to over three hundred years ago by the Death Dealer Selene.

She rarely went to see Tanis so she had no idea what to expect. She opened the gates that blocked her way.

A fully transformed Lycan lunged at her. Lia didn't have enough time to pull out any of her weapons so she simply took hold of the Lycan's neck and snapped it in half, killing it.

Next up were two female Vampires who had come from the monastery. They hissed at her and allowed their canines to elongate. This time Lia was ready. In one quick blurry motion, she reached to her left thigh, pulled out two knives, aimed for the base of their throats, and threw them at the Vampires running towards her.

Lia had thrown with what she considered little strength, which turned out to be enough to make the knives pierce and go through the area she had aimed for, severing the windpipes and spinal nerves of the unlucky Vampires.

Usually, she would have checked the bodies just to make sure they were dead, but that wasn't an option now. Lia was sure that she had seen something or someone whip past her going in this direction while she was driving.

Finally, she reached the room where Tanis could usually be found having sex with one or more of his Vampire prostitutes. She heard voices coming from the room. The first voice belonged to Tanis, but the second voice she heard belonged to another man.

She placed her back to the wall and glanced inside. She saw Tanis tremble and his voice falter as he sat down at the opposite end of a table upon the command of the second man.

This stranger was visibly tall and broad shouldered and had neatly tied long, wavy chest length red hair. He was wearing a gray trench coat, what appeared to be the bottom of a dress or skirt, and ancient looking boots.

Somehow she knew who this stranger was but had no time to fully register his name or face when she heard a loud scream. She glanced back inside to see Tanis dragged halfway to the center of table and his right shoulder pierced by a talon, which she traced back to the upper backside of the stranger.

"Wings? That is not possible…unless…" Lia again wasn't given the chance to finish her thought when she noticed that the stranger was going to bite Tanis, possibly killing him in the process. She couldn't let this happen…not when she was so close to having her questions answered.

She kicked open the door. But before the stranger had any chance to react, Lia had already impaled his right shoulder with three knives. The silence of the hallways was broken by the momentary screams of the man.

Lia ran over to Tanis and roughly pulled him off the table by his shoulder, barely giving him enough time to get on his feet.

The both of them began to run for the exit. It appeared as though the two of them would be able to safely escape when the stranger flew overhead and landed in front of them, his wings fully spread out and blocking their only way out.

Lia quietly met his gaze. She finally recognized him and quietly said "Marcus."

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Wooh! These chapters just keep getting longer, but that's all right cause I enjoy writing them. So… did any of you expect Lia to be the warrior type? And for any gaps and discontinuities, please just try to bear with me or try to use some creative flare to make it all work out. I mean my writing isn't perfect. All the more reason for you to review and tell me what you think.

Thanks and till next chapter!