Thanks for the reviews. I realize Marcus being alive is farfetched... but isn't the concept of by drinking an elder's blood you grow powerful farfetched? Anywho, while its not explained in this chapter, it will be made clear shortly. Next chapter in fact.


The flight to New York was uneventful. They had managed to secure a flight they're immediately and they'd jump over to Denver. Sounded rather simple, but Selene couldn't help but get a queasy feeling as she stepped out of the plane and into New York. She had cast aside her tight leather bodysuit and instead wore simple clothes, nothing spectacular, and she was careful to keep herself under control, her eyes staying they're deep black. Michael was dressed similarly behind her.

"I have a bad feeling about this," commented Michael behind her, to which she only looked at him and nodded. They had a 2 hour layover, so they decided to find a place to sleep, as there wasn't much else to do.

They found a place, and just dropped into the seats, still aware of they're surroundings. And they waited for 2 hours, and yet despite they're feelings, nothing happened. They boarded the plane uneventfully, and the plane left for Denver shortly thereafter. The landing was a bit bumpy, but other than that they were fine. They quickly disembarked, picked up they're luggage and moved outside, hailing a taxi. The taxi driver was nice enough, considering what the 2 of them had heard about Americans, and took them to a nice hotel.

"So what now?" asked Michael as they settled into the room. "We can't just go knocking around for them."

She glanced over at him. "With any luck, we won't need too."

"Huh?"

"He'll come right to us," she responded smugly.

"I… see… I'll just leave that up to you."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't you always." Michael rose to protest, but then stopped, and sat back down.

She rolled her eyes again before reaching for the phone, and dialing in a number. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to speak with Tancar. Yes, it's about the Refrigerator. The bloody thing's been broken for a week. Fine, I'll hold." She pressed the hold button and hung the phone up. Michael gave her a weird look, but stayed silent, which Selene gladly reciprocated.

About an hour passed before they heard a knocking at the door. "Who is it?"

"Room service," responded a voice. Obviously not room service.

"One second," Selene responded as she grabbed her berettas while Michael moved ready to strike.

Selene glanced through the eyehole, but it was covered, so she unlocked it, threw the door backwards and flung herself away, ready to shoot.

"Tancar," one of the 2 men there said quickly as they barged in with they're long cloaks. They took a glance at each of them before scanning the place quickly as they closed the door.

Amazingly to Selene, she didn't fire, for she was sure she would have. But she recognized one of the men as Jon.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" she asked as they pulled out weapons and moved to do a more thorough check.

"Making sure you're not going to kill us… though if you keep pointing that gun at me, you may convince me you are," responded Jon confidently. "You're clearly not Human, I can see that much, and neither are you my shaggy haired friend," he said as he pointed at Michael. "So are you here to kill me or help me?"

"Neither," responded Selene. "We're here to get help."

Jon grinned widely at that. "Help you? Why the hell would I do that? I have enough problems thank you very much. Between the vamps, lycans and freaking cops it's a wonder I'm not dead or in Jail.

"You're helping me to help yourself," she responded coldly. "Marcus awoke, I'm sure you know that. What you didn't know is that he's pretty much as evil as you get, and extremely powerful."

Jon shrugged. "News travels fast in the underworld. I heard you killed him."

"I thought I had… but…"

She hesitated and she saw Jon shake hid head. "Ah hell no, please don't say what I think you're going to say…" She nodded slowly. "And you lead him HERE! That's your fight sister, not mine."

She extended her fangs and hissed loudly, to which Jon and his cohort replied by pointing they're weapons at the 2 of them. "Why don't you back the hell off… he's raising an army, and we can't stop him alone. We barely won last time."

Jon paused, his eyes shifting a bit, and then glazing over as if in thought. A moment later he came to. "Alright… let's go some place a bit safer. We have a warehouse where we operate from. You can come and stay there while we work this out."

Selene nodded, and grabbed her bag, which had never been unpacked, as did Michael. They followed Jon out as his other man followed him.

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"So you're not a vampire?"

"Lady, how many times you gonna ask that?" responded Jon.

"Sorry… I just find it hard to believe that there's just 6 of you. North America is a big place."

Jon shrugged. "Like I said, there's hardly any vamps or Lycans out here. You should know that. And each of these men are highly trained, a few ex-seals, delta force, you name it."

"What about you, you look… young?" asked Michael.

"Young? I guess so. Compared to most of these men and you Selene I am, but I'm the same age as you I bet Michael? What are you, 24? 25?"

"25."

"Aye, I'm 25. Been doing this for 5 years. Just took command 3 months ago after our last leader got killed… we go through 3 or 4 men a year, it's a wonder I lived this long."

Selene shuddered. What these common humans went through amazed her. Even with all her speed, all her powers, she still was scared shitless fighting even one lycan, or anything. These men had none of that, and still did it…

Idiots.

"Enough about me. We're they're. I'll show you around and then we'll talk about this some more."

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As the warehouse came into view, to say that Selene was impressed would be a huge overstatement. In fact, she was quite the opposite. The warehouse was small, approximately 3500 sq ft it looked like, and made of shoddy wood. The door looked like it would fall off at anytime, and she couldn't see any security.

"What sort of crap is this?" she asked bluntly.

Jon grinned. "There's more to a book then it's cover."

She rolled her eyes. "You going to tell me, or is showing it that important to you're fragile ego?"

Jon laughter boomed out. "You know, I kinda like you. Heh. Alright, I'll tell you. The walls are all reinforced with Steel on the inside. Enough to withstand a grenade. The door… well it's not the actual door. We put in another door about 5 feet behind it and a coral to it with metal walling. As for security, Motion Sensors and Cameras… though they're mostly computer controlled… kinda short staffed to have more then that. We have a big ol' gun turret sitting in the center too, enough to do some killin if we're attacked. The shoddy construction makes people ignore it."

Selene had to agree as the door opened… It was actually a fairly decent job, though it would never withstand a vampire or lycan attack…

It would do she supposed… But she had to get Jon on her side so she could go kill Marcus… for good.

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"Jon, surely you understand how desperate our situation is!"

"Of course I do. Very sad, very weepy, but I don't care. Get some other lackeys to help you," he responded bitterly as they were standing around in a small office to the back, away from the other men.

"You served Alexander, why won't you serve me."

Jon's eyes blazed in fury, and, with more speed then Selene thought possible of a human, he stepped up and shoved her roughly against the wall. Michael's eyes turned dark black, but he controlled it when he saw her doing nothing. She was tempted to mop the floor with this human, but she needed him…

"I NEVER served Alexander. I accepted his money in exchange for keeping the continent safe, but once I took over from our previous leader I made it very clear to him that I didn't like him. He accepted that. Which is good… he would have found me a nasty enemy."

Selene sensed something deeper beneath his apparent hate of Alexander. "You didn't just hate Alexander, did you?"

Jon snarled angrily at her. "You're damn right I don't. I hate your kind. I hate the lycans. My quest in this life has been to rid the world of you're dirty kind. Right now, I'd like nothing more than too have a pair of dead freaks at my feet…"

Selene roughly pushed him off her, reaching for her guns.

"But I won't kill you. Even though I hate you. Not unless you're a danger to humans," he continued, unphased by the guns. "I said you could stay here. And stay here you shall. I've never broken my word before, and I won't start now. Food… theres raw meat, that's about it. Take the blood from it if you must. You'll leave tomorrow."

He turned and stalked off, shutting the door as Selene called out, "Wait…"

She scrambled for the door, opening it, and called Jon's name. He ignored her and kept on stalking off…

Shit… what now?

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There time went by uneventfully there. The men all glowered at them, and though Michael tried to talk to them, they all brushed him off…

"Michael… we need him."

Michael shrugged. "I don't think he really wants to help us. I doubt he'll change his mind. Maybe we should just leave. We don't even KNOW if Marcus is alive. I mean, he was torn to shreds." Michael replied.

"I know. I felt it. That bad feeling in New York… that was something speaking to us, warning us. He's alive."

Selene hesitated and turned away from Michael. When she did speak, her voice came out a whisper. "I can't do this…"

Michael twirled her around and grabbed her by the hands. "Selene, listen to this, and listen hard. You're the strongest woman I know. You're brave; willing to do whatever it takes, and able to save the world… You got me through the tough times, pushing me from giving up. Now it's my turn."

Tears streaked down from her eyes. "You don't understand. I can't face him again. This time he'll kill me. I should have died last time. I'm sure of it. He is stronger than me. He'll come and you won't be able to stop him, and he'll kill us."

Michael dropped her arms. "Then Jon can't help us here! His men will be tossed aside like confetti."

Selene paused. "No… I have this feeling that with him we can… we will win. If not…" her eyes watered up again and she pulled Michael to her in a hug.

"Very touching, but I ain't buying it." Michael turned over to Jon, and his eyes shot daggers at him. "Heard the whole thing, but I just feel like it's a bit of a set up to manipulate me. Now, I'm sorry if it's true, but by the sound of it I'd just get my ass kicked… and frankly I don't really like that. Now you've had your rest… Joe and I will drive you into town."

He turned and walked away, but Michael disengaged from Selene who fell to the bed, silent but hurt, and followed Jon.

"You son of a bitch, turn around and look at me."

Jon stopped at what he said. "I'm gonna let that go cause I'm feeling particularly nice this morning, but I suggest you watch your tongue boy, I got a pistol with some tasty silver awaitin." He turned around. "Now what the hell are you going to say to me?"

Michael hesitated… what was he actually going to say? Jon saw it in him and laughed. "Now this is what I'm looking for. This ain't gonna be set up. Go on kid."

Michael glared at him. "First of all, I'm older then you, and second of all, that was never set up."

Jon waved him off non-chalantly. "You're a kid in terms of experience in these matters… continue…"

Michael paused again. "What the hell makes you hate us so much?"

Jon grinned at him. "Well now that is not for you to know… Let's just say that I've never met one I didn't want to kill… though you 2 came the closest."

"Look, all we want is you're help in ridding the world of this evil. You realize that once Selene is dead, Marcus will be unstoppable. He'll crush the world."

Jon paused. "Yeah, I realized that. But I don't think Selene is the one who will stop him. Eventually some other vamp will kill him and take over. It's a cycle, tis the way it works."

Michael shook his head. "I may not know much, but I know that presently theres only 2 vamps with elder blood… Marcus and Selene. And no matter how you look at it, Marcus will mop the floor with anyone else."

Jon shrugged. "Oh well, not my concern. You 2 go off and kill him, have a good ol' party. Just give it up, I'm not comin. If not Marcus', it's someone else!"

Michael finally just nodded. "Very well… you've just killed a good woman, and doomed the world."

Jon smiled broadly. "Now THAT I like… very dramatic, very theatrical, and very good job to stick up for you're lady… if nothing else you have my respect sir." He hesitated before reaching into his pocket for a pen and paper. "Get some contact info, maybe if I feel nice I'll change my mind." He handed them to Michael and walked off.


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