Chapter 3- Violent developments

Disclaimer- I don't own Underworld, any resemblance in the name of the characters is purely coincidental. (Lol)

George made his way to his car, ignoring the officers in his way. He drove quickly through the empty streets of the town. When he reached the motel, a small and sordid kind of place, he saw the black sedan parked right next to the main building. The hotel was almost falling apart; but the clerk said that he had a huge amount of cash on him. Either he didn't want to spend the extra money, or he was trying to lay low. George walked in and approached the front desk.

"Hello, I'm Officer Johnson. We spoke on the phone." George said, looking behind him.

"Of course, officer. I'm assuming that you want to know which room he is staying in?" The man asked.

"That would be nice." George replied.

"Room 25."

"Thank you." George made his way to the room and was about to knock on the small wooden door, when he heard something. A barely audible growl of what seemed to be a very large dog. George noticed that the door had large deep gashes on the lock. They were made by two very large claws. George pulled out his pistol and slipped into the room silently.

A few seconds after he entered George saw the blood. It seemed to be everywhere. It coated the walls, was splattered all over the carpet, and seemed to even have speckles of it on the ceiling. He continued forward, despite the fact that every instinct in him was screaming for him to run. He finally made it into the last room and saw a dark figure standing over another body.

"Freeze! You're under arrest." George ordered, pointing the gun threateningly at the man. He turned showing his face which seemed to be bathed in blood. His eyes were a bright tint of blue, and his hands still gripped a bloody short sword. He began to advance menacingly towards George sheathing his short sword.

"What are you going to do? Shoot me?" Octavian asked, advancing unfalteringly. George cocked the weapon.

"Yes, if you take another step forward." George threatened. Octavian blatantly waited a second and then bounded forward with an agile leap.

"Ooops." He said innocently, as he began to laugh. George began to back up now, his hand nervously shaking on the heavy pistol that he held. He was just about to run and call for backup when he was knocked over violently from behind. He hit the wall with his forehead and groaned as his vision became fuzzy. He was approaching unconsciousness; but he fought to stay awake and turned himself over.

He saw a large animal on it's rear legs roaring in full fury. An arrow hit the beast in the chest. Barely impeded, if not just annoyed it stepped forward. Seconds later the device on the arrow triggered and a sickening slicing sound could be heard, even by George. The animal crumpled to the floor in extreme pain.

It grabbed the arrow by the end and began trying to pull it out; but found it very difficult. With one great pull the arrow came out of its chest, accompanied by a large heap of the animal's flesh. It looked up one last time to see the blur of a blade being swung down towards its throat. A clean slicing sound filled the room, and the animal's head fell from its body. After he saw this George finally lost consciousness, and he let his head slump to the ground.

"What a mess." Octavian muttered, cleaning his blade.

Octavian hadn't expected a cop to show up so soon after the attack; but he hadn't expected a lot of things to happen tonight. How the Lycans had tracked him here was beyond Octavian's comprehension. He finally finished cleaning his short sword and slid it into the hidden sheath attached to his waist.

Moments later he identified another noise. A Lycan in the distance was running at full speed. He jumped fluidly through one of the holes in the wall created by the Lycan attack and ran out into the parking lot. Seeing the fleeing Lycan, Octavian leveled his bow. It was a difficult shot, at least one-hundred yards. He waited until the aim was perfect and fired his arrow. With a tremendous TWAP the bow fired another one of the expensive arrows at a dizzying velocity. The arrow caught the Lycan in the hind leg, causing it to collapse in pain. Just as it was about to get up and continue it's flight, the device on the arrow initiated. The blades pushed their way through the Lycan's flesh and clasped onto the bone. One of the blades severed the Lycan's tendon, and it collapsed with a yelp. Another arrow struck it's chest and activated, cutting through the it's lungs and heart.

The Lycan now turned back to his human form, realizing that he was going to die. Octavian approached him cautiously with his blade pointed forward. The man sputtered and coughed, a great deal of bright red blood ejecting from his mouth. The blood also ran from the wounds in his chest and leg.

"You're going to die." Octavian said calmly.

"No shit." The Lycan replied, raspily. No sooner had he stopped talking when another fit of coughing raked his body.

"Tell me who sent you!" Octavian demanded. The Lycan began to laugh, with coughs mixed in. "The war is over! Didn't you hear?" Octavian shouted angrily. He looked up and noticed that a small group of people now surrounded him, and a few had already pulled out their cell phones. As Octavian noticed this, the Lycan's laughs became louder.

Frustrated now, Octavian grabbed the Lycan by the neck and dragged it back towards the Hotel. He threw him in with the other dead Lycans and pulled out George's unconscious form. Then, he lit a lighter and put the flame directly underneath one of the curtains. The flames grew and soon spread to most of the Hotel, engulfing it in a blazing inferno.

Octavian looked back to see a few cops driving speedily towards the blaze. He looked at his watch, and realized that there was only a few more minutes of darkness. He leafed through George's pockets, pulled out his identification and a road map. As the cops entered the parking lot, Octavian was already driving away unnoticed.

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Frederick drove the car with haste, speeding through the long dusty dirt roads.

"Do you need to drive so fast?" Gaius asked.

"We're already late." Frederick responded quickly.

"Late? We already have a designated meeting time?" Gaius asked, angry that Frederick had told him so little.

"Corvinus has a lot of people he needs to talk to. There is more going on right now than you know." Frederick replied coolly.

"How did you find me?" Gaius asked, interested.

"It wasn't easy. Then, I figured there were only a couple of really famous battle sites in this wilderness."

"Ahhh... you're right of course." Gaius said, smiling. "Do you mind playing this?" Gaius asked intently, handing forward a small disk. Frederick took it and slapped it into the CD player, happy that Gaius had finished his interrogation. When the violins started playing Frederick looked up in surprise.

"Mozart's Requiem? Frederick asked.

"Beautiful isn't it. The crescendos, the emotion, the feeling. " Gaius responded, with a sense of awe in his voice. With this Frederick began to laugh. "What's so funny?" Gaius asked.

"I just never thought that Lycans liked classical music. I always figured they were more into heavier stuff." Frederick said after a long pause.

"Do you think that the presence of the Lycan virus alters a person's musical preference?"

"No... it's just that. Lycans usually aren't portrayed as the most refined characters." Frederick replied defensively.

"Possibly because you've been hunting them to extinction."

"And you?"

"I've been left alone. After Octavian, of course." Gaius replied.

"Someday you will need to tell me exactly what happened." Frederick insisted.

"Someday." Gaius agreed. After Gaius' words the Mozart began to crescendo into a more urgent tone. The blasts from the brass almost shook the car.

"One thing about Mozart... and music in general." Frederick said casually.

"What?" Gaius asked.

"It never seems to fit the surroundings." Frederick finished. Ahead of the car was a roadblock. A small group of men were standing around a small fencepost, waving "slow" signs.

"Was this here when you came down?" Gaius asked, putting his hand on his Desert Eagle pistol.

"No." Frederick said, looking at Gaius. A man approached the car. He appeared to be a policeman. He shouted a question at them in Russian.

"What did he say?" Frederick asked.

"He asked us to show him our identification." Gaius informed calmly. Frederick reached into his glove compartment and pushed his hand past the hidden MP5, picking up two colored papers. He handed the papers to the officer, who examined them earnestly. The officer looked back to his men and shouted something. The soldiers all pulled out guns and turned to shoot the car. Frederick was still leafing through his glove compartment, looking for another paper.

"DOWN!" Gaius shouted. Only moments later the car came under fire from all soldiers at the checkpoint. A few of them shed their soldiers uniforms and began to transform into their Lycan mode. Still on the floor of the car, Frederick looked up to see the windows of the car shatter. The glass fell onto the two, and Gaius looked at Frederick, who glanced back up to see the bullets streaking overhead.