Chapter 10- The Plot Thickens

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

Both Michael were sitting in the back of Fredericks motorboat, which was making it's way towards the shore. After a long pause, Michael took the opportunity to ask her what happened on the boat.

"What happened in there?" Michael asked.

Selene paused for a few seconds, considering her answer. "It was Octavian..." She trailed off.

"That son of a bitch." Michael growled, looking back to Corvinus' boat, as if he wanted to swim back to it. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have set him straight."

"I didn't want you to hurt him." Selene answered. Seeing Michael's questioning gaze, she continued. "If you hurt him, even by accident... they could arrest you. Imprison you even. I wouldn't be able to bear that."

Michael considered it, then nodded in agreement. "Good thinking."

"We're approaching the shore now!" Frederick shouted from the front.

"One thing." Selene whispered.

"What?" Michael asked.

"This dress wont hold any guns. If we get into trouble we might need them." She said, eying the bag which held her twin automatic pistols.

"I'll protect you." Michael assured her.

"I know you will, but just to be safe," She picked up the two pistols and put them into the pockets of Michael's jacket. "Keep these for me. If we get in trouble I'll just reach into your jacket."

"Ok." Michael responded, a few moments later the boat came to a halt.

"We're at the shore." Frederick called, jumping onto the dock. Selene nodded to Michael and they followed after him.

Octavian lowered his binoculars and edged the boat forward. He had not hated anyone more than he now hated Michael. He was not proud at the fact that he had followed Selene off of the ship, in fact he was ashamed of himself. I'm just going to watch her leave, he thought. His hands wandered to his bow, which was at his side. Then ran his fingers over the new arrows.

"Michael Michael Michael." He muttered.

It was a starless and moonless night, and the streets were very dark. Even Selene's improved vision would have difficulties tonight. She was feeling anxious, checking all around her for danger. She had no idea where this feeling was coming from, but Michael could sense her worry.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked.

"Nothing." Selene replied quickly. Frederick was strangely silent, not having spoken since they were on the boat.

"Where are you taking us?" Selene questioned.

"You'll need a ca, I'm getting you one." He answered without turning. A moment later, when the silence had renewed a soft ring sounded from Michael's jacket.

"What is that?" Selene demanded angrily.

"Before we left Lucian gave me this." Michael responded, pulling a cell phone out of his jacket.

"Those can be tracked." She continued.

"Should I get rid of it?" Michael asked.

"No. Let me answer it." She said, a small amount of irritation lingering in her voice. Wasting no time, Michael dropped the cell phone into her outstretched hand.

"What." She growled into it. There was another voice on the other line, two men talking. The conversation stopped.

"Stop walking right now. He's leading you into a trap." A low voice warned on the other end. Frederick noticed the pause and turned around impatiently.

"What is it?" He asked. Selene ignored him and turned around.

"Who are you?" Selene demanded.

"That isn't important. Here is what is. The cars at the two ends of the street are filled with armed men. So are the two cafes on either side of you." Selene glanced to each of the cafes, and to the two cars approaching them. Something was strange about the cafes, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. Suddenly, it came to her.

"Michael," She whispered, catching his attention. "There are no women in those cafes." Michael checked the cafes on both sides and then looked questioningly to Selene. She motioned with her eyes to Frederick and Michael nodded. He opened up his coat, allowing Selene to withdraw a pistol from it. She walked directly behind Frederick, who had long since started walking again and aimed the gun at the back of his head.

"Call of your men, Frederick." She yelled, pushing the muzzle uncomfortably against the back of his head.

"I don't know what you're..." He began.

"Cut the shit, Frederick! Call off your men." She demanded. A car door opened behind them. Hearing this, Selene turned to see uniformed men climbing out of the car behind them. Feeling the pressure ease, Frederick ducked and twisted the gun out of Selene's hands. The men climbed out of the other car, as did the men in the cafes. Michael changed to hybrid form and charged forward.

With a loud click, Frederick cocked the gun. Michael stopped feet away from him, seeing the muzzle of Frederick's gun aimed directly for Selene's head.

"Come any closer, Michael, and I'll show you just how immortal your girlfriend is." He warned.

"What do you want?" Selene asked.

"Your blood." He said, turning to her slowly. "I'm sorry this had to happen, Selene." He continued, looking her over slowly. "I know how much you care about Michael. He doesn't need to be involved here, it's you we want."

"Why? Why Frederick?" She asked. As they talked, the soldiers formed a tight circle around them, pointing their shotguns and heavy machine-guns towards Michael.

"I really don't know why." He said, laughing at the strangeness of it. "I can just say one thing, I had no choice in the matter." Selene nodded and put her hands behind her back. Michael saw this, and changed back into human form, doing the same. A few soldiers ran forward and knocked Selene and Michael roughly to the ground, fastening zip-ties to their wrists and ankles.

"Don't fight." She whispered to Michael. One of the soldiers stuck a needle viciously into Michael arm, causing him to cry out in pain. The soldier injected a dark yellow fluid into his arm and pulled it out just as viciously.

Above all of the other noise, Selene heard something else. A metallic click on the rooftops surrounding them. Frederick heard the noise too, and turned to find the origin of this noise when he was struck in the chest with an arrow. The impact knocked him backwards and caused him to let go of his pistol. Yelling angrily, he reached for his pistol and brought it about. Before he could fire, the arrow activated, cutting through his heart, lungs, and ribs alike. He fell to the ground, clutching his torn chest, trying to stop the steady tide of blood that leaked from it.

This only happened in the matter of a few seconds, and the soldiers looked around in confusion. One of them fired, then the rest fired as well. They fired wildly and randomly at all of the rooftops. Taking advantage of the confusion, Selene rolled over to Michael, groping his jacket for the pistol still inside. She finally got it, and clumsily positioned it against her restraints. She fired into them, severing most of them, and with a loud yell she snapped the rest. She took the pistol and freed her ankles; then made her way to Michael and freed him as well.

One of the soldiers noticed, and pointed his still smoking gun at Selene menacingly. She hit the gun upwards with a swift punch, sending it against his face. With a cry of pain, the soldier fell, clutching his broken nose. Selene seized his weapon and tossed it to Michael, who began to fire into the backs of the soldiers. They noticed them finally, and turned to return fire. Selene ran quickly, firing as she went, and grabbed Michael by the arm. She cried out in pain as she felt a shotgun blast tear up the skin of her back. She pulled him behind the nearest car, which was immediately riddled with enemy fire.

"I can't change." Michael growled.

"You're weak in your human form." Selene said, catching a look of protest from Michael she reassured him. "Stay behind cover, you can still shoot." He nodded and began to return fire.

Selene caught sight of Octavian jumping from a rooftop with his blade unsheathed. He landed on an unsuspecting soldier, severing his spinal column with a downward thrust. Then, as the soldier fell, Octavian seized his rifle from his limp hands and began to fire it into the backs of the confused soldiers. Seizing the opportunity, Selene emerged from behind the car and fired as she ran. Michael also began to fire, finishing his clip of ammunition into the crowded mass of soldiers. As the three ran out of ammo the soldiers lay in a bloody pile on the street. Octavian rushed over to Michael and Selene tossing more clips to them.

"We need to go now." He urged, pointing to one of the doors facing the street.

All of the nominations had been voiced. The vampires had dozens of candidates; the Lycans only had two. The vampires were all very anxious; the Lycans seemed calm.

"On the table in front of all of you is a slip of paper. On that you may cast your vote." Corvinus announced. The delegates all began to scribble their votes on the small piece of paper, filling the room with a steady scratching noise. In a few seconds the noise ceased and two men, one for each side, began to collect the papers.

The silence that followed was broken by the ring of a cell phone. All turned to find the origin of this noise, and all eyes rested on Lucian. Lucian pulled out the cell phone and answered it, to the irritation of Corvinus.

"What is it?" Lucian asked.

"What are you doing, Lucian?" Corvinus questioned angrily.

"I thought so. Commence the attack." Lucian got up as he hung up his cell phone.

"What are you doing, Lucian?" Corvinus repeated, more anger in his voice. Lucian got up and approached Corvinus, and pointed his arm towards him in a accusative gesture. His blade extended from his arm, and hovered only a few inches from Corvinus' throat.

The Lycan delegates drew concealed weapons of their own. Slapping in clips of irradiated ammunition, they pointed their weapons at both Corvinus, and the vampire delegates.

"This is unacceptable." Corvinus said, shakily.

"Why don't you tell the vampire delegates what's going on?" Lucian asked.

"I'm doing nothing. You, on the other hand, are obviously are trying to undermine this meeting."

"I like this meeting. It is you that I do this because of." He said, smiling. "Open the Lycan ballots." He commanded. The aid that carried the ballots hesitated at first, then quickly opened the box. At first he leafed through them nervously, then began to tear through them frantically.

"They... they are all for Lucian." He stammered.

"We Lycans had a meeting just before this one, and we have a plan of our own."

"To kill all of the vampires and me?" Corvinus asked, his voice shaking with rage.

"Quite to the contrary." Lucian replied, glancing towards Corvinus with contempt. "Your opportunity to explain this to the vampire delegates is passing."

"I don't understand what you're saying." He answered.

"I have given him his chance." Lucian said, addressing the vampire delegates. "Now I will explain my actions. There is a large army on the shores around us... right now. They arrived in secret last night. I have just gotten word that this army has ambushed Selene and Michael." At this, the vampire delegates began to mutter to each other. Lucian continued. "The person who led Selene and Michael into this trap is none other than Frederick. Who... is Corvinus' right hand man." A collective gasp issued from the vampire delegates as the Lycans stood calmly.

"He would never do that. He has served me loyally for his entire life." Corvinus replied.

"He is dead... killed by Octavian, who attempted to protect Selene and Michael." Lucian answered. "It does not end there." Lucian continued with a dark smile. "You may have also heard that after Viktor's death the attacks on my men continued. Abductions of my best men. In one instance, one of my top generals was kidnaped, a struggle took place. My man managed to spill some of his blood, which he carelessly left behind. I recovered this blood. Seeing what I thought to be a healing scar on Frederick's cheek, I obtained a small sample of his blood. The two samples are identical."

"I assure you that those men out there are not my men. That Frederick acted outside of his orders." Corvinus insisted.

"You will excuse us if we don't take your words on faith." Lucian interrupted.

"Of course," Corvinus agreed. "detain me as you will; but the evidence will prove me innocent."

"Fair enough." Lucian said, motioning for the Lycan guards to approach.

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