Chapter 7- Old memories
Disclaimer- I don't own Underworld, any resemblance in the name of the characters is purely coincidental. (Lol)
Octavian glanced outside, noticing that the sunlight had completely disappeared and that it was now pitch black outside.
"I'm going to leave now; but don't forget what I've asked of you." Octavian said, quickly.
"Trust me... if there's anything to dig up on those guys, I'll do it." George replied. Octavian nodded and got all of his stuff together and walked out of the front doorway of the house. He quickly made his way to his car and threw the empty bags of blood and weapons into the trunk. Hearing someone approaching from the sidewalk, Octavian spun around, unsheathing his sword.
"Come no closer." Octavian shouted.
"I mean no harm. I've been sent by Alexander Corvinus to inform you of something." The man stammered out quickly.
"Corvinus." Octavian spat. "What does he want to tell me." He now walked towards the man, the blade still leveled towards his chest.
"That many things have changed in the last few years." He replied quickly, backing up out of reflex.
"What has changed?" Octavian asked angrily advancing with him.
"Viktor is dead." He answered, as he pushed aside the blade. "Please let's talk like civilized men."
"But I'm not a civilized man. I'm a traitor to the coven, and renounced by all vampires. I have been hunted mercilessly for most of my adult life. But Viktor is dead as you say?" Octavian asked, lowering his blade.
"Yes." At this word a smile spread across Octavian's lips.
"My only regret is that I did not kill the bastard myself." Octavian said with a laugh. "What does this change?"
"Marcus, Amelia, Kraven, Kahn, Sorn, Viktor... they are all dead." The man finished. With this Octavian let out another hearty laugh.
"Who killed them?" Octavian inquired, not quite believing it to be true.
"Kahn and Sorn were killed by the Lycans. Amelia was killed by Kraven. Kraven was killed by Marcus. Viktor and Marcus have been killed by Selene." At the mention of Selene's name the smile disappeared from Octavian's lips.
"Selene?" Octavian asked. He suddenly felt weak inside, like he did when he was first renounced. I can finally return to you... my love.
"I'll go with you, as long as you answer one question."
"What is that?"
"How did you find me?"
"It was difficult at first... then you killed five Lycans and burnt down a hotel. Then it became as simple as searching all the possible places you could have found refuge." He answered.
"Ok; but we're taking my car." Octavian said, entering the door. The other vampire entered the passenger seat and buckled himself in. "What's your name?" Octavian asked.
"My name is Greg." He answered.
Lucian had Peirce fill him in on all of the details, and they were unsettling. According to Peirce, even after the deaths of the vampire elders, the attacks by the vampires on the Lycans had not stopped.
"We've uncovered a secret meeting of Vampires on a large ship." Peirce continued.
"Did you see who was on the ship? Did you get Intel? Pictures?" Lucian asked with interest.
"Yes, we got pictures of everyone to board." Peirce replied, handing Lucian a folder filled with pictures.
"Good work, Peirce." Lucian said, patting the man on the back. He leafed through the pictures and then stopped on one of them. "Not all of these people are vampires." Lucian stated.
"What?"
"This man here. I know this man. This is Gaius. He is a Lycan." Lucian said, pointing him out to Peirce.
"Are you sure?" Peirce asked.
"Yes I'm sure!" Lucian responded, angrily. "Not only him... there are more Lycans here. I must get on this ship."
"But, sir! These are the men who are trying to kill us." Peirce insisted.
"I will find my way on the ship, with or without your help, Peirce!" Lucian snapped.
"Yes, sir." Peirce replied.
After his conversation with Frederick, Gaius was feeling quite tired. He still ached from the wounds that riddled his body. He retired to his room and collapsed into the soft well furnished bed and began to drift into a restful sleep.
"Gaius." A voice called from the other side of the room. Gaius raised himself out of bed at once and scrambled for his Desert Eagle.
"Who is it?" Gaius asked, cocking his weapon.
"It's your old friend, Lucian." Lucian stated, stepping out from behind the wall he was hiding. The aim on Gaius' pistol did not waver, however.
"What do you want?" Gaius asked.
"Put the gun down and we can talk." Seeing Gaius' hesitation Lucian continued. "I have no weapons, and ... here you go." Lucian said, as he activated the blade on his arm and detached it, tossing it to Gaius.
"Ok, speak your mind." Gaius said, lowering his pistol and placing it on the table.
"Who's ship is this? What is going on?" Lucian asked.
"So this is an interrogation? Fine. Alexander Corvinus is hosting this small get-together, and it's purpose is to decide the new leaders for both races. Also, to establish a peace that will last forever."
"Corvinus is dead."
"Last I heard... so are you." Gaius replied.
"Then why is this group attacking my men?" Lucian asked, angrily.
"It's not." Gaius replied simply.
"These are the only old vampires left in existence, I know all of the ship's passengers. Which one of them is carrying out attacks against my men?" Lucian asked.
"To tell you the truth, I don't know." Gaius replied. "But it's not Corvinus." He added. A few seconds later the door opened and Alexander Corvinus entered.
"No it's not." Corvinus said. Lucian and Gaius turned in surprise.
"How did you know I was here?" Lucian questioned.
"I think I can tell when someone sneaks onto my ship." Corvinus replied, walking to a chair and seating himself down next to the two of them.
"I have large coordinated assaults against my men day after day after day! You expect me to believe that you are not responsible?" Lucian inquired passionately.
"Yes! I have Lycans ambushing every member of this delegation, over a dozen people have died. Do you expect me to believe you are not responsible?" Corvinus asked.
"Yes." Lucian said, looking away for a second. "I guess that puts us at odds doesn't it." Lucian asked.
"Wait! If it's not either of you, then I have an idea who it could be." Gaius said, rising to his feet.
"Who?" Corvinus inquired.
"So how are we going to get to the ship?" Octavian asked, as they reached the airport.
"By plane." Greg responded, getting out of the car.
"Are you insane? Somebody will keep their window open and we'll fry in the sun."
"A private plane." Greg said, pointing to a small jet in the distance.
"Very good." Octavian said with a smile. They got onto the small jet and it seemed quite empty, except for the pilot it was completely empty. It was lavishly decorated, with extra care that their were no windows.
"This plane have a bed?" Octavian asked, feeling the lack of sleep catching up on him.
"Yes, in the back." Greg answered. Octavian paced to the end of the jet, collapsed into the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
His dream seemed like a flashback, almost too real to be a dream. He was on a mission, the same mission that he had first told Selene how he felt about her. The mission was just ending, and they were heading back to a hotel, the Mansion was too far off to reach before daybreak.
They entered the room and Selene pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss. He ran his hands over her soft body. They quickly began to shed their clothes, with a sense of urgency. He began to move his mouth all over her smooth body, kissing her everywhere his mouth trailed.
She gasped in delight and pulled him onto her, only one layer of fabric separated them. She quickly pulled off his boxers and he entered her slowly. She moaned and grabbed his back with her arms, pulling him deeper within her. He began to thrust into her, she stared up at him with her intense brown eyes. They peaked together in a passionate orgasm and he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'll always love you, Selene." Octavian whispered into her ear.
"I'll always love you too." She said warmly.
"We're almost there." Greg yelled from the hallway. Octavian awoke with a jolt, realizing that it was just a dream.
