"I can't quite say it's nice to see you again, Selene," Kahn said coldly.
"I can't quite believe that you need to have five other Death Dealers to come and check up on freezing prisoners," Selene replied icily to her former mentor.
"Think what you like, but believe it or not, Marcus had a hunch that you were going to come crawling back-"
"I'm didn't come back crawling, did I? Kahn, when will you wake up? It's been a lie. Everything about the war has been a lie!"
"A lie?" Kahn huffed, "Tell me about this lie then."
"I don't have time for this," mumbled Selene, "can't you see? If we are such a noble race, why would we need to kidnap a mere child and force her to work with Marcus? It's all been an illusion; we were practically being spoon-fed with this bullshit! Viktor lied. The Elders-"
"Enough!" A punch planted itself in Selene's stomach. The former Death Dealer flew across the room and landed against the wall, leaving a huge dent in the wall. "I can tolerate you being a traitor, I can tolerate you siding with the filthy mutts," Kahn spat, "but you will not disrespect the Elders that had worked so hard to lead our noble race. You have thrown the Vampires into chaos, Selene, I hope you're happy." And with that, Kahn threw a punch, knocking Selene out.
"Selene!" Michael tried to reach out but was held back by the other Death Dealers.
Kahn ignored Michael's futile attempts and ordered that they'd be taken away. The hybrid picked up Andraia and was escorted further down the corridor. One of the Death Dealers had dragged Selene along. It had pained Michael to see the vampiress being dragged around like a helpless rag doll. After, they had been left alone in a cell reinforced with steel walls; Michael hugged Andraia and Selene hoping that this was all a dream.
After what seemed like forever to Michael, he finally felt something stir in his arms. The teen in his arms was beginning to regain consciousness. Andraia blinked a few times and shuddered. Despite the warmth from Michael, it was still pretty cold for a girl who was on the edge of hypothermia and stuck in a cell found somewhere inside a vampire mansion. The girl stared at Michael and rubbed her eyes again. Was she dreaming?
"Michael? Is that really you?" asked the girl as she raised her trembling hands toward Michael. She touched his face to make sure he was real and not another illusion her mind had been playing on her. She sobbed in relief, it had felt like forever since she had talked to someone she trusted.
"Hey, hey, um…don't cry," Michael said awkwardly, trying to comfort the sobbing girl.
Andraia sniffed, feeling a bit silly and said, "Right."
"So, uh…how are you feeling?"
"Cold. A bit screwed up, too. How often do you find yourself locked in a freezer by some guy who wants to enslave other people with canine teeth? Or the fact that this same guy believes in some ancient rumour about your ancestors and their bloodline that they want you to help them to wipe out others so that they can reign supreme?"
"Not very often, I guess," Michael chuckled, "but hey, as crazy as it may sound, something similar to that happened to me, too. So, don't feel so bad!"
"You're kidding me, right?" the girl asked skeptically, eyes still red from her outburst.
Michael shifted to hold the unconscious Death Dealer closer to him and asked, "Do you think that hybrids just pop out of nowhere?"
Within the next hour or so, Michael had explained to the girl how he had gotten dragged into the messy feud between Vampires and Lycans. He told her about Viktor, Lucian and Kraven, how one race reigned supreme over another, how love eventually became rage as a loved one was killed because of an abomination growing in their womb and the Lycans desperation to seek out the Corvinus bloodline. Andraia simply listened, absorbing and understanding a totally different world that had existed along with mere mortals.
"And that's about it, history lesson about Lycans and Vampires in an hour, I think." Michael glanced at Selene and sighed. She must've been hit pretty hard, it's been forever and she still hasn't wakened up yet.
As if on cue, the vampiress in Michael's arm began to stir. Selene groaned and tried to stand up, but collapsed right back into the hybrid's arms.
"Are you okay?"
"If being hit by a truck named Kahn is okay, then I've never been better," Selene mumbled grumpily.
To further make the moment anymore perfect, a couple of Kahn's Death Dealers entered the cell, pointing their guns and ordered them to get up. They then escorted the prisoners through the confusing Mansion and into the Elders' Crypt. Marcus sat on his throne, waiting for them.
I know, horrible ending, but I promise, and for real, to make the next chappy all the worthwhile. Happy ChristHanZaaWalEid! ) Oh ya, please review! i'm sorry i pissed you readers off, but please tell me what you think about it, me and my horrible promise keeping and yadda yadda.