Immortal Sunrise – Remember

"Michael, where are you going?" Selene's voice was slightly muffled from the coverlet protecting her from the sun's harmful rays. Michael caught something in her voice. He remembered hearing it in her voice after she fed, the sluggish slur. He slipped behind one of the many giant trees and uncovered her face.

"Selene, did you bite him?" She looked up at him like a child and shook her head. He saw her lick a trickle of blood off her lips. "You did bite him!"

Selene blinked, confused. "I did? I don't remember…" She ran her tongue across her teeth and her stomach clenched with fear. Her sharp canines were in fact fully elongated, waiting to slice into flesh to the liquid fire. A sound between a cry and sob escaped her.

"I did…"

"Will he turn?"

Selene shook her head. "He would need to drink my blood." She leaned against the tree, safe in its shadow, for now. "We've got a serious problem."

"Tell me about it, though, people won't believe him if he told them he was bitten by a full-grown woman, would they?"

"It's Europe, Michael." Michael looked crestfallen.

"Oh yeah. Damn." Selene surveyed the area, it seemed familiar.

"There's a safehouse near here."

"Okay. Tell me where to go."

"Take me to that ridge first." Instructed Selene. Michael scooped her up much to Selene's surprise and draped the coverlet over her. Once at the ridge, he uncovered Selene's face, careful not to let the sunlight come in contact with it. The former Death Dealer looked around and pointed to a thicket. With moments they were there, unfortunately a nice bright patch of sun on the safehouse door prevented Selene from punching in the access code and her thumb print. Michael quickly remedied that by taking the coverlet and holding it up so it created a bit of shade.

Selene pressed the correct buttons on the pad and pressed her thumb on the reader. A pneumatic hiss signalled that it was unlocked. She heaved the heavy door open with ease and jumped down. Michael was quick to follow suit.

Once inside, Selene went straight for the fridge that held the blood rations. She tossed one to Michael and took another for herself. She bit the corner off and began guzzling the thick crimson blood down.

Michael felt queasy watching Selene feed. Her head was craned to the ceiling and her eyes were closed. A little bit of blood escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. Michael swallowed and looked down at his own ration. He flopped it around in his hands, not really interested in it, despite the hunger he felt for it. A wet slap diverted his attention. Selene had finished and had tossed it into the trash bin which lead to the incinerator, as Selene had told him before. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

She noticed Michael was still playing with it.

"Are you going to feed or not? I doubt you'd want to attack humans."

"It's hard to accept."

"What? The fact that you have to feed, or the fact that if you don't you'll kill humans?"

"Both, I guess." Michael muttered. Selene sighed and put her hand on her hip, unsure of what to do until she sat on a stool beside the hybrid.

"I know you were thrown into this, and you miss your old life but there is no going back. If there was, I would've tried it. I'm sorry."

"If there was a way, and you would have tried it, then why did you say before that you never looked back after Viktor turned you into a Vampire?"

"I don't know." She rose sluggishly and sauntered over to a steel chair. "I suggest you feed and get to bed." She said before falling asleep herself in the chair.

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"Selene! Oh, Selene where are you?" her mother called.

"I am in here, mother! The stable." Selene called back. She was tending to one of the horses, a palomino. Her nieces chased each other around the property, giggling and screaming in delight. Her mother stepped into the stable, a wide grin on her tanned face.

"I have a surprise for you, dear. Come." Selene complied and followed her mother into the house. Sitting on a stool be they kitchen table was her father, back from a trip to the neighbouring kingdom.

"Father!" Selene flung her arms around her father. He laughed and kissed her forehead.

"Yes, yes. I'm back. Now, where is your sister and my grandchildren?" Selene stepped back, smiling brightly.

"Anna is upstairs and the twins are playing by the stables."

"Ah, well, I've got a gift for you, my sweet daughter." Her father had sparkle in his eye as he brought out a beautifully embroidered dress. A bright blue marigold was sewn into the dress and gold trim circled the hem.

"Oh, father! It's beautiful!"

"Only the best for my daughters."

--

"Selene! The sun's set, wake up!" Selene's brow creased and she moaned. Her eyes fluttered open briefly before they drooped half-way closed.

"C'mon, even you said we can't stay in the safehouses for too long." Michael lifted Selene out of the chair and shook her. Her eyes snapped open and he let her go. She rubbed her eyes and noticed that there was moisture trailing from her eyes down her cheeks. She wiped them away, hoping Michael hadn't noticed.

Unfortunately he had.

"Why were you crying, in your sleep?" Selene paused from checking her Berettas.

"It doesn't matter." She grunted and continued to eject the magazine and reload it. "C'mon, we've got to get moving."

The hybrid grabbed her wrist. "It does matter."

"Not to you. What happens when I dream doesn't concern you. Now, let's go." She snatched her arm away and proceeded to gather a few more blood rations from the fridge.

"I trust you fed when I was asleep."

Michael grunted in response. The Vampiress looked back at him, sorrow in her eyes.

"I'm sorry it has to be like this." Selene averted her gaze, trying to gather her emotions and shove them into the back of her mind. A sudden question popped up in Michael's mind, though it was a pointless one.

"What was it like, living in the fifteenth century?"

"Pretty much what you'd expect it to be; I was the daughter of a simple peasant man. My father raised horses and occasionally left to neighbouring kingdom to sell jewellery and the like."

Michael stood up, a multitude of questions flooding his mind. "How old were you when you were turned?"

"Nineteen," Selene set one of her Berettas down on the table. "Why are you asking me such things?"

"Because," Michael shuffled his feet sheepishly. "I want to know about you."

"All you need to know about me you already know."

Michael ignored her protest. "You were born in England, right?"

"Why, yes! How ever did you know? It couldn't have been my accent, could it?" Selene snarled viciously. Michael was taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"Well sorry, I just wanted to know!" Michael yelled.

"You don't need to know anything about that life, that life died six centuries ago!"

"Yes I do!" Michael snarled, eyes overcome by utter blackness. Selene's eyes swiftly shifted to an angry electric blue. In retaliation she bared her fangs and hissed loudly. A low growl rose in Michael's throat as he began to shift into his hybrid form. Selene tackled him head on before he could finish the shift and immediately took to trying to bite him. She did too, then she was ripped away by Michael. He flipped her over onto her back and proceeded to pin her arms beside her head.

"Ehh, let go!" She hissed angrily while fighting back.

"No, look at yourself! What would your mother or father say? Or your sister?" Selene squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

"They're dead, they're dead!" She cried.

"What if they weren't?" Michael had to straddle her waist to keep her from kneeing his groin. "What if they could see you right now, with your nieces?"

Selene's eyes snapped open as memories of her beloved family flashed before them. "They're dead! They're dead, they're dead… dead… all dead…" Her resistance failed and her hands and legs flopped to the floor, limp. Her lips were parted for her heavy breathing and her eyes slowly drifted closed.

--

"Sir, we've found them." Dante, a younger Death Dealer informed his superior, Daniel.

"Where are they?"

"They're in safehouse 3A, it looks like they're having some sort of fight – and the hybrid is winning."

"What?" Daniel walked briskly to the computer monitor and Dante pointed out the quarrelling pair.

"Damien, Scott, gather your men. We're going to retrieve Selene, and the hybrid – what's his name?"

"Michael."

"And Michael. I don't want any of them harmed. Hear me?" The two said Death Dealers nodded and marched off to gather their men. Daniel looked back at the computer screen.

"Dante, rewind it to a few minutes before the initial fight." Dante did so. Hmm, thought Daniel. Something's not right. Daniel bit his lip.

"Something wrong, Daniel?"

"Rewind it." Dante did so again.

"Pause it." He ordered. "Now, play it in slow motion."

Daniel pointed to the screen. "See? Selene is calm and collected. She's never had an outburst like that before, ever."

"PMS?" Dante said, a playful smirk playing on his lips. Daniel gave him a look.

"Just keep watching it. Notify me if they end up leaving."

-End chapter 2-

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