Finally, I get to introduce Lucian, Selene, Michael, and Alexander a bit more. Read, enjoy, and please tell me what you think!

Azec Sistra

"Run, run, and don't look back. Never look back."

These words kept ringing through Lucian's head as he jumped out the window of apartment 408 and landed on the street below. It hadn't been a very high drop so he had no trouble shifting into an all out run for his life.

Lucian didn't notice the attention that he had drawn to himself and to apartment 408. That didn't really matter, however, since no one would likely be able to catch him or go near that place after what had happened.

He needed some place to go, somewhere he would be safe and could recover peacefully. Centuries of knowledge had taught him one thing, the most dangerous place to be in often turned out to be the safest and most unexpected place to be in. He was going to return to the sewers.

After hours of running nonstop, Lucian noticed that the sun was beginning to set and that it was going to be a full moon. The only thing that was protecting him from Jon was the daylight, and he was sure that Jon would soon come after him. It would be a full moon at the very least so his powers were going to be at their peak.

Fate had been harsh and cruel to Lucian. He was born into servitude, his bride and child had been burned to death, and he had nearly been killed several times. This time proved no different because the sewers had been completely cleared of all weapons and medical equipment, leaving Lucian with nothing to work with.

With a heavy heart, he tried to figure out something else. He was left with only one option, to seek out Selene and Michael. They were the only two remaining people who knew the complete truth about him and the only people he could trust.

Picking up on the slightest of their scent proved to be an easy job for him. He was not only very experienced at doing this but he was also the one of the most powerful and oldest Lycans, second only William Corvinus if he did exist.

"Selene…Michael…"

Hours of running had brought Jon to a dock filled with wooden crates under tight security. He could tell that the people guarding the dock were only humans, but that was no reason to underestimate them. They did carry decent body armors and artillery after all.

He snuck to the edge of the dock and looked at the ship anchored at least a hundred meters away. The ship was fairly large compared to others ships anchored in that area and had a very distinct name, the Sancta Helena.

Jon took out a headset and called Lia. He wanted to know everything about this ship before going in there.

"What do you need?" Lia answered, knowing that only Jon was able to reach her.

"What can you tell me about a ship called the Sancta Helena?"

He patiently waited while Lia took out her laptop and looked up the information he needed. He didn't know or care where she had gone or what she had done but knew that he could always count on her for information.

"The Sancta Helena is owned by someone named Lorenz Macaro. He is extremely wealthy, equipping his ship with the latest offensive and defensive technologies. Why do you need to know…?" she asked when the sound of gunfire on the other end of the line interrupted her.

Jon never had the chance to finish hearing that last question. He had been so busy talking to Lia that he hadn't paid attention to the security shifts. When he turned around for the first time, he was met with a barrage of shotgun shells to his chest. The force of the impact had violently knocked him off the dock.

The Cleaner that shot Jon stood on the edge of the dock for a while and continued shooting at the water just to make sure that he had killed Jon. After a few minutes, he turned around and started walking away. He took out a headset and contacted the other Cleaners, saying in French "I just shot a Vampire boy off the dock. Come recover his body and…AHHH!"

A hand had punched through the boards of the dock and had clung on to the Cleaner's leg. The Cleaner struggled as hard as he could but was dragged down into the water, the protruding pieces of wood from the dock tearing through his flesh.

The Cleaner flailed and attempted to knock away his attacker, but the strong current made his movements useless. The last thing he saw was a pair of green eyes before a hand cut through his throat and severed his spine and head from the rest of his body.

Jon had enough of avoiding the Cleaners and constantly hiding from them nor did he have any reasons to anymore. Lucian was a key to ending the war between Vampires and Lycans, and the end of the war also meant the end of the Cleaners.

Jon jumped back on the dock with the severed spine and head still fresh in his hands. He heard another Cleaner run up behind him and quickly threw the body parts at that person. This momentary distraction had given Jon the chance to bite the second Cleaner.

He could feel the thick, warm liquid flow down his throat as he shut his eyes and enjoyed this moment. Jon let go of the now lifeless body and kept his eyes closed in concentration. He was trying to organize the memories he had just obtained into a single, cohesive vision.

He broke into a run, though, when he heard a dozen more Cleaners heading his way. He jumped back into the water and left absolutely no traces that could be used to follow him.

When he sure that all the Cleaners had left, Jon allowed part of his head and nose above water. He took off his shoes and began to swim towards to Sancta Helena.

"Do you have any idea of the devastation he caused before he was captured? You know he cannot be set free." Selene said, slamming her hand in front of Macaro.

Michael stood closely behind her. He had no idea what Selene was talking about, but he could see the frustration and worry on her face. Selene was always cold and calm. It took the worst of predicaments for her to show this much emotion.

Tanis had told the both of them the truth about Marcus and William Corvinus. But he hadn't been clear about their potential for destruction. He hadn't told them anything that would be useful in stopping the two brothers.

Silence filled the room.

Macaro was thinking about what Selene had just said, Michael was lost in his own thoughts about how dangerous Marcus and William were, and Selene was getting ready to attack Macaro's unwillingness to help her and Michael stop Marcus from releasing William. She never got the chance because Tyke, Dex, and Bane interrupted them.

The three Cleaner commanders made no efforts to hide their worries as they each passed out a folder to their leader and the two guests in the room. Then they stepped back and waited for some kind of response from the three of them.

"What is this?" Macaro asked them after he examined the report and pictures.

"Sir, those are evidence of an attack carried out by a Vampire boy a few minutes ago, possibly the same one that attacked us in the sewers based on the descriptions given." Bane said.

Macaro and Selene were mildly worried and shocked when they saw the pictures in the folders given to them. They had no idea how it was possible for any immortal to simply carry out such an attack and then disappear without a trace. Michael, however, was about to spill his guts out. The most he had ever seen was deep cuts and bruises.

When he reached the side of the Sancta Helena, Jon clung on and slowly started climbing up. He couldn't help but think about what a useful ability being able to cling on to walls and other surfaces was. It was a perfect ability for covert missions. He let out a chuckle at the stupidity of Vampires for not using this ability to their advantage.

Jon quietly jumped aboard and hurried to silence the two Cleaners that had their backs turned to him. Jon sneaked up to the nearest Cleaner and broke his neck so quickly and cleanly that he had no time to give his partner any kind of warning.

The second Cleaner turned around and got ready to open fire when he heard the thud of a body behind him. But he never got the chance to do more than raise his gun because Jon moved too quickly for him, seemingly coming short only of teleportation. The next thing he knew, Jon had swung down his arm and locked it into place and followed up with a right hook and an elbow, shattering the side and front of his skull.

Jon walked over to the set of doors leading to the inside of the ship and noticed that they were systematically locked. He went back to gather the communicators and GPS devices of the two dead Cleaners. He dismantled these items and his own short circuited headset and used the parts to fashion a disruptive explosive wire, which he tied around the handle of the door and set off.

He simply walked in and ran for the nearest wall, pressed his body against it, and walked to the nearest corner. Jon peered around the corner and noticed security cameras stationed every couple meters along the walls and floor. There was no way he could get pass all of those without being seen, no matter how fast he was.

Jon took a deep breath as he drew his silver nitrate and generic guns and cocked them. He jumped out and began firing at every camera in sight without missing a single one.

His course of actions had set the entire ship on alert. Several able Cleaners scouted the area for the intruder. Of the few who went to search for Jon, no one came back to report their success or failure.

Eventually, Jon opened a door and before him stood Tyke, Dex, and Bane. The three of them thought they were done for when Jon raised his twin guns and fired at them before they could even raise their guns. Fate smiled upon them for now. His clips were empty.

The three of them open fired on Jon. To their surprise, however, Jon threw aside his empty guns and slid along the floor, avoiding their hail of bullets and catching Bane's legs between his own.

Jon followed up by twisting his legs, forcing Bane to bring himself into a kneeling position unless he wanted his legs to be broken. Then Jon flipped himself into a handstand position on Bane's shoulders.

"BANE!" Tyke and Dex said together as they backed up and fired at Jon again.

Jon could clearly be seen smiling almost as if he had wanted the two Cleaners to fire at him. He defended himself by quickly flipping himself forward and bringing himself to sit around Bane's shoulders like a child does. Then he let his entire weight drop forward, flipping the both of them and using Bane as a shield.

Bane screamed in pain when his back and ass where shot by Tyke and Dex and again when Jon slammed him hard on the ground. "GET HIM OFF ME NOW!" were the only words that he managed before Jon silenced him.

Holding Bane's head tight between his legs, Jon twisted the head a complete circle. Then he got into a handstand position again and helicopter kicked Tyke and Dex.

Tyke was slammed into a wall and tried to focus his vision while Dex was simply pushed backwards. The both of them knew that Jon wasn't above to stop there and they were right.

Jon scorpion kicked Dex, turned around to face the same direction as the Cleaner, and backed the both of them against a wall. He locked Dex into place and used the machine gun still in his hands to kill Tyke.

"NOOOOO!" Dex screamed out loud as he managed to free himself and lifted his gun to fire at Jon. All of his shots connected, but not even halfway through emptying his clip he let go of the trigger.

Jon had pulled out his UV gun and had shot Dex right in between his eyes. The three most experienced and most devoted Cleaners of this generation had fallen to a Vampire boy in less than five minutes.

"Sir, someone has infiltrated the Sancta Helena. Some of our members have gone out to look for this intruder but without success because all the security cameras have been shot down." a Cleaner reported to Macaro.

Selene was speechless. She had to give credit to this person because even she wouldn't have been able to do this on her own no matter how skilled and efficient she was. "I hope you realize it is easier to shoot a man dead than to shoot down dozens of security cameras with such accuracy." she finally spoke up.

But before either men were able to say anything, the door to the room had been forced open and a dead body was thrown in and landed at the base of desk located in the rear center of the room. Macaro bent down to check the body and recognized Dex.

The three of them looked up to find a young looking Vampire boy calmly walk in. He had striking features that differentiated him from other Vampires yet made him seem so familiar to the three of them, especially his constant vampiric green eyes.

Jon was amazed at the stupidity Michael showed by engaging him in a direct fight. He dodged all the punches and kicks thrown at him except for one that knocked his gun out of his hand. Becoming slightly irritated, Jon sweep kicked Michael and kicked him in the ribs, sending him flying towards Selene.

Selene quickly moved to the side and pulled out her trademark Walther P99 gun. She took aim and fired at Jon.

Her reaction had been pathetically slow compared to Jon's. By the time she had done all of that, he had already kicked up his gun, measured the angle of Selene's aim, and fired at the same time as her.

Both of their shots connected in midair and the trajectories of the bullets were deflected. The two of them didn't even blink as the bullets shot past their heads. They only kept their eyes on each other.

Jon began a conversation with Selene and spoke up in French "I'm impressed. The both of you are doing a better job than those Cleaners but that's still not good enough to defeat me."

"It is truly amazing how calm you remain and how efficiently you carry out your attacks even in enemy territory."

Jon somewhat became irritated at this comments and replied "I expected this to come from one of them. But this coming from a trigger happy bitch who spent the better part of six centuries doing nothing but hunt Lycans is simply too much."

He finally dropped the subject and lowered his gun since he had more important things to take care of than deal with Selene and Michael. Jon walked over to Macaro and said to him "You must be Lorenz Macaro. I never planned to kill any Cleaners, but I had no other choice. They were interfering with what I needed to do."

Macaro in turn rubbed his forehead and gave a deep sigh. Then he raised his head to look at Jon straight in the eyes and asked him "What business do you have aboard the Sancta Helena?"

Jon had heard the question but was thinking about the ring that Macaro wore on his right middle finger. It was an antique ring with an old Hungarian crest that dated even before Jon was born. So Jon decided to test Macaro by replying in his native old Hungarian, saying "I'm looking for an injured Lycan. He looks like he is in his late twenties or early thirties. Fairly tall with a full grown beard and long wavy dark brown hair."

Macaro couldn't believe his ears. He simply stared at the boy in front of him with wide open eyes. Then he slowly answered Jon and watched his response to it "There is only one Lycan aboard this ship. You must be looking for Lucian."

Jon began breathing heavily and kept murmuring to himself "Lu…Luci…Lucian…"

Then the boy looked up and pointed his gun right at Macaro. Jon began screaming "WHERE IS HE? I AM WARNING YOU…IF YOU EVEN HARMED A SINGLE HAIR ON HIS HEAD, I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER FOR IT."

Michael had no idea what Jon and Macaro were saying to each other but noticed the drastic behavior change in Jon. He was dumbfounded at how Jon went from a calm and cold blooded killer to furious and seemingly near uncontrollable savage. "What the fuck are those two saying?" he asked Selene.

She had no answer for him because she had no idea herself. She had never heard of the last language Jon broke into. True she was from a Hungarian family but she had been born close to a century after the old Hungarian customs and language died out.

"Calm down child. Lucian is receiving treatment in the infirmary as we speak. I will personally bring you there momentarily." Macaro said to keep Jon from running wild. He looked to Selene and Michael and motioned them to follow him as well.

In the infirmary ward, Lucian was being treated for nearly nonexistent wounds. He never realized what a good job of patching him up Jon and Lia had done, not that he even knew Lia existed.

He sat there quietly and waited for the results of his physical. He was thinking about what Selene and Michael had told him about Marcus when Macaro and the others came in.

No one expected what happened next. Jon had rushed to where Lucian was sitting and knelt down besides him. He kept his head down and his eyes were filled with a miserable mix of joy and sadness. Then he raised his head and spoke to Lucian in a low and almost childish voice as opposed to his usual calm and clear cut voice. "Why did you never tell me who you were?"

Everyone stared at Jon in shock. The best anyone managed was "You speak English?"

Jon wasn't surprised with this question. He answered their question and another that was bound to be asked. "Of course I speak English" he began and turned to look at Macaro, Selene, and then Lucian again "but I never reveal my true nature to anyone before I know everything there is to know about that person, something you should know as warriors. Besides, speaking languages that people don't understand arouses fear and discomfort in them because it make me unpredictable."

"I suppose you know who he truly is if you are speaking to him like that." a female voice could be heard from the far corner of the infirmary ward.

Selene quickly turned around and pointed her gun straight at the girl.

"WAIT!" Jon screamed warningly.

Hope you liked it and will review. Anyways, you probably guessed who the girl is. The real question is do you know who Jon truly is?