Immortal Sunrise – The Perils of Selene
The crescent moon rose above the tree line, shedding an eerie glow upon the towering trees. A team of twelve Death Dealers journeyed through the forest, not even mildly perturbed by the dark landscape. The leader of one group of six paused and motioned to the leader of the other. The other tilted his head towards a gnarled thicket, behind which was a hidden entrance.
More alert and cautious, they proceeded to the thicket and, once there, one leader punched in the code and scanned his thumbprint. A pneumatic hiss was heard.
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"Shit!" Selene growled and cocked her Berettas, ready for whatever came through the door. A dark shape land swiftly on the floor and Selene immediately began to fire. The shape jerked away into an alcove.
"Jesus, Selene!" The said vampire lowered only one firearm and slowly stalked towards the intruder.
"Damien. What do you want?" Damien slinked out into view and held up his hands.
"Daniel, wants you and Michael. Alive."
"So he can burn me alive, and Michael… I'd rather go down in a fight."
"No! No, he… he just wants to speak with you." Damien's voice shook, he was at the mercy of the most elite Death Dealer after all.
"If he wants to speak with me he can come here himself. Kraven never wanted to get his hands dirty either. Damn bureaucrat." Said Selene.
Damien's eyes shifted to Michael, who was breathing heavily. He was warding off the Change.
"Just, please… two Elders are dead –" Damien began.
"Three." Selene said coldly. Damien's nostrils flared and a stricken look came on his face.
"T-three… we need to organize ourselves, you're one of the oldest of the coven left alive."
"And here you are, practically on your knees, begging for me to back to you." Selene sneered. She shoved Damien onto his back with her boot and glared at him with icy eyes. Damien made no attempt to resist.
"Selene, we didn't know what Viktor had done… to your family…" her boot pressed hard against his ribs, earning her a wince from Damien. Another Death Dealer landed on his feet near the two. It was Scott.
"Selene, we're not looking to kill you or Michael. How long do you think you're gonna run from something that isn't even chasing you?"
"I have nothing else left to do in my life. There is no meaning." Everyone within earshot was surprised by Selene's statement. Selene, suicidal? That was unheard of.
Selene was lost. She didn't know what to do anymore. Her whole immortal life she had hunted and decimated the Lycans, the innocents. She was as evil as Viktor. Selene could feel the emotions bubbling up inside her, threatening to break free.
Michael moved to place a hand in her shoulder, but with her lightening fast reflexes she caught it. Only then did she look back at him, tears in her eyes. She was torn.
Before anyone could react, she had leapt up through the hole and was running full speed through the forest. She nimbly jumped and dodged trees and logs. She needed to get out of there. It was suffocating her, sucking the life out of her. What little life she had left.
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"Well just don't stand there, go get her!" Scott reprimanded his squad for their incompetence. Within an instant the six were sprinting in the direction Selene had run off. Damien gave an incredulous look to his squad and they were quick to respond.
A dark blue blur dashed past both of them, leaving a draft in its wake. Damien stumbled backwards and almost fell down the safehouse hole had it not been for his ability to climb on walls.
"What the hell was that?" Damien asked.
"Michael." Scott simply said, holding up a discarded jacket and T-shirt.
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Michael was surprised at how fast he could run, the trees were a blur yet he could still see where he was going. Selene's scent grew stronger in his nose, which meant he was close.
A scream caused him to falter briefly. Shit. He ran harder this time. There was a road just up ahead, he could see a car pulled over, its driver's door hanging open. Once he reached it his stomach clenched.
Selene stood, holding a very frightened man with only one arm. His feet dangled several centimetres from the ground and his eyes – which were as wide as pie plates – widened even more at the sight of Michael.
Selene looked at him, and what he saw scared the living shit out of him. Her eyes – filled hatred and lust at the same time – looked almost glazed over, like she wasn't even awake. Even through her closed lips he could see the tips of her sharp fangs, glinting in the dim moonlight.
They both knew what she was planning to do.
And yet, Michael couldn't bring himself to stop her. His lips became rubber and couldn't form coherent words. No, Selene! Don't do it! Michael cried in his mind. If only he could say those words.
Selene soon lost interest in him and turned back to the human, her prey. She looked into the terrified eyes of the man, and thought nothing of it. Without warning she jerked the man into her and sank her fangs into his soft, warm flesh. The man screamed in pain. The liquid fire flowed out of the wound and into Selene. She could feel the warmth returning to her long dead body and sucked harder.
Much to her dismay a firm hand gripped her shoulder and threatened to pull her away. Selene growled in warning. The grip didn't lessen; it tightened then flung her clear across the street. The bloodlust-blinded vampire landed hard on her side and rolled a few feet. She flicked her hair out of her face to see, and a very angry looking Michael was what she saw, stalking straight for her. Selene struggled to right herself, the warm blood was making her lethargic. She wouldn't be able to fend him off.
Selene braced for the blow that was sure to come, but it never did. Instead, strong arms took hold of her arms and held them behind her back. She felt Michael's hot breath on her neck. She struggled, but it was of no use. Michael shushed her and repeated soothing words in her ear, soon his voice drifted away and warm darkness greeted her.
-End chapter 3-
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