Author: NicolleH
Email: PG
Summary: A New line has been drawn – How will Michael and Selene Survive?
Disclaimer: No copyright intended. The characters and Underworld is not mine. I am using without permission. No money has been made.
Comments: PLEASE!
Prologue…The war was at a standstill.
Balancing on the edge of extinction the Vampires and Lycans withdrew their fire. Their numbers where dwindling and it appeared that the centuries of war had ended in an anti climax.
Differences had not been forgotten. Mutiny was beginning to break out in both the covens and the dens. Both sides ached for a leader to guide them through the extermination of the immortal life.
A new threat had surfaced in the form of the Four.
The one thing the Vampires and Lycans needed to survive was the one thing they rejected above all else;
Rebirth of the Underworld.
Chapter OneIt was gaining on her.
Gulping in air, Cara Samuel's paused for a second to manoeuvre her way across the shallow river. The water was ice cold and she bit back a cry as she splashed through the currents.
'Arrrrroooooo!'
Cara whirled around. It was too fast. After sprinting for the last twenty minutes it was rapidly closing the distance between them. The last bullet should have been enough to keep it down.
In all her years of camping in the forest she had never seen a monster of this magnitude. It was almost like it was a… She nearly laughed at that thought despite the situation she was in.
There was no such thing as werewolves.
'It had to be an overgrown wolf', she decided. Finally managing to climb out of the river, she tried to empty some of the water out of her shoes. Her calf muscles ached from running nearly two miles from her slaughtered campsite. She had no time to rest. She needed to keep moving.
The main road was close to the river and she glanced once more over her shoulder at the forest. She could hear the twigs and branches snapping as the wolf picked up it's pace. A hungry wail bellowed in her ears and goose bumps broke out on her damp flesh. She had to run. Now.
Knowing she couldn't outrun a full-grown wolf let alone this grotesque animal, she knew her only chance was to make it to the main road. There was a steal fence separating the main road and the forest. 'If I can just get to the fence I'll be safe', she mused.
She pushed herself up the hill and tried to run into the trees where it was thickest. Cara knew the only way to put more distance between the animal and herself was to make it harder for the animal to follow her. If she went through the smaller trees the animal would be forced to slow down due to it's size.
In the distance she could hear an old truck changing gears. 'I'm almost there!' She realised with relief. The memory of snapping teeth and blood stained claws created more adrenaline inside her and she found the energy to haul herself up and over some rocks.
It was a steep climb and the ground was damp and soft making it harder to climb without slipping. Mounds of earth gave way as she tore at it, eventually she was forced to use her hands to pull her up the hill.
She shrieked in panic as she slid back a few feet. Grasping blindly at a small branch she tried to steady herself. Succeeding she through her weight into pushing herself up over a boulder.
The moss of the boulder was slippery, but she used her nails to dig into the rock surface. She looked up. She could see the glint from the fence.
Not looking back she hurtled to the fence. Nearly collapsing with the effort, she gripped the cool wires and started to pull herself up the fence. She could hear a car in the distance and she pressed her body against the wires and waved.
Pain seared through her back. Screaming, she felt her fingernails snap as she was wrenched from the fence and thrown down the hill. The last thing Cara saw were large fangs dripping with saliva as the beast drove its snout into her neck.
"Darren, are you sure about this?"
He placed a hand over her lips and hushed her with his smile. His dark eyes glittered and he took hold of her hand affectionately. She smiled and tugged with her free hand at her mini skirt. "What are you afraid of?" He asked, his voice smooth and inviting.
Sienna Jacobs blushed. She had only just met Darren a couple of hours ago at a friend's party and he had been so charming. None of the other guys at her high school even noticed her, yet he had approached her and told her she looked beautiful. The attention was intoxicating.
He had done nothing that had made her feel suspicious or uncomfortable. Yet there was no denying his intentions when he had brought her up to a common make out place. Stupidly she realised she should of told a friend where she was going. She realised she shouldn't have accepted the invitation to go for a drive in the first place with a stranger.
"Are you sure you don't want to get something to eat?" She asked trying not to look as desperate as she felt. Sienna secretly revelled in the attention Darren gave her however sitting in the middle of nowhere was making her nervous.
"Relax. I'll grab something to eat soon." He stroked her hair and she smiled up at him apprehensively. His hands felt so cool against her hot skin and she shivered as he leaned forward to place a delicate kiss on her cheek. "Your so beautiful."
"I am?" She asked surprised. She turned to him, but he nuzzled her neck and Sienna couldn't help but bask in the touch. 'It feels so good', she thought dreamily.
Sienna arched her neck as he pressed tiny kisses down her earlobe and left a cool trail further down her neck. His tongue licked a spot on her neck that made her moan.
"Darr-" She went to sigh when all of a sudden he grabbed her. Sienna tensed and cried out when he placed a hand over her mouth. He dragged protesting body her onto his lap.
Kicking out at the car door, Sienna screamed into his hand. Without hesitation he pulled her head back to reveal more of her neck. Sienna whimpered in pain as something sharp pierced her neck. She began to feel nauseous and she struggled to breath between his clamped fingers.
"It'll all be over in a minute sweetie." He whispered licking at her neck. She felt something wet tricking down her chest. "Then you'll wake up and it will all be like a dream."
She gagged as dots began to swim before her eyes. She blinked profusely still trying to push his hand off and escape but he was too powerful. She tried kicking the horn to alert someone to what was happening, but her body became lethargic. Her lungs ached for fresh air, but none was to come.
"Shhh now."
Sienna took one last gasp before falling stationary in his arms. Darren smiled as he leant forward and slowly began to drink from the piercing in her neck.
Michael Corvin was jostled awake when the car pulled to a sharp stop. Through sleep clogged eyelashes he peered outside the car's tinted windows.
An old Victorian mansion sat rigidly on top of the hill. A thick green forest circled the house like a mote and protruding from behind the house stood three perfect snow capped hills.
Selene had already climbed swiftly out of the drivers seat and was already heading confidently towards the house. After fleeing the charred remains of Hungry, Selene and Michael had swiftly crossed country in their bid to escape any backlash from the Vampires and Lycans for killing their makers, Marcus and William.
Barely having time to take hold of their memories of the last harrowing week, they had taken shifts driving while the other slept.
Michael was exhausted. After recuperating from near death, he was still healing slowly. The battle inside the charred ruins had brought them to the brink of death, only to be shoved back when they had finally defeated Marcus and William.
Michaels own thoughts where jagged and painful. He tried to bring order and closure to the brother's deaths so that he could make sense of it all. He had no idea how Selene was coping with it everything. She had been through the most. Only weeks ago had she slain her sire, her father in all respect, when his betrayal had been brought to light.
Barely recuperating, Selene had been thrown into another battle to save the earth as the immortal brothers William, bitten by wolf, and Marcus, bitten by bat threatened to reek revenge. The brothers where out for blood and Selene, standing firm in her new immortal body, had been the only thing standing in their way. With Michael's help she had eradicated them and now it seemed that the Underworld was in a state of chaos.
Michael was tossed from his reservoir as Selene waved for him to follow. He climbed warily from the car. Selene had disappeared inside and he crept into the house cautiously. He senses where on overload despite his fatigued state.
"It's safe." Selene announced and tossed him a bag of Ziodex blood. He held it in his hand and stared at it with some resentment. It was cold. He hated the copper taste and longed for the morning feast of bacon and eggs and coffee he had had as an intern. Yet due to his development as a hybrid food no longer held the flavour it used to. In fact it had no taste now. To Michael it felt strange and alien in his mouth. Even in the pub in Budapest it had sat heavily in his throat before he had to gagged and spat it back up.
Miserably he bit open the side of the satchel knowing if he wanted to heal faster he would have to consume the blood. Michael sipped it slowly, screwing his nose up at the taste. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Selene pulling dusty sheets off furniture and turning on lights to see which ones where still working.
He followed her slowly before he came to a large wooden staircase. The house was in excellent condition despite the age it wore proudly. Old paintings, Michael guessed which where now worth millions, sat diligently on the walls. Every square inch of the floor was covered in dark red velvet. When the velvet stopped heavy dark oak wood floors shone through their gloss coating.
Selene entered the room and saw him standing at the bottom of the staircase gazing around the room. "There are ten bedrooms up stairs." She explained pointing. "You may choose any except for that one." She pointed to the third room from the right side of the staircase.
"What's in that room?" Michael asked sucking out the last remains of blood.
"My room." She told him simply and walked off. "You should get some sleep. Tomorrow we will begin preparation."
"For what?" He called after her.
"Surviving the war."