Whew, I got a lot of reviews this time… I couldn't update for a while because had changed its guidelines so that I couldn't put lyrics in my fic that weren't mine, but I had a one-shot that did (it was posted before the guidelines were changed) and they deleted it and locked me out for a few days.

Specks – You do have a point about Victorian sensibilities but in both movies Selene does cuss and 6 hundred years would more than likely change some of her character, plus back then they prolly used old English and didn't use contractions and now she uses contractions and talks so we can understand… mostly! Where art thou dog?

Passionate.idealist – Umm, I just watched the movie to refresh my memory and no, they don't say anything about how old Selene was when she was turned, and she looks a lot older than 16. I estimated her age to 23, but they might have said her age in the second movie… it's a bit hazy in my mind but I'm going to see it again on Saturday. Oh, and about Selene being ooc, she's kinda well, going crazy so there really isn't any limit to how much her personality will change. Trust me, I've seen my cousin go off the edge. It's scary. Nice screenname by the way 

The poll will be up until I post chapter 6, here's the question again;

Should I re-write this story without deleting this one so that Selene has her ability to walk in the sun? Give me your answer in your review.

Special thanks to iridescent eyes for giving an in-depth explanation of his/her choice, being the first person to answer my 'Question of the Chapter' and complementing my cat-fight between Selene and Erika. Whoot!

Just so you know, I may go for long periods of time without updating, mainly due to writer's block or a little division of Hell called school. Just hang in there!

Immortal Sunrise – Dark Requiem

Selene's got a new pet!
Selene's got a new pet!

He can't escape her infatuation,

Condemned to eternal damnation!

That's what the remaining female vampires chorused as Michael passed by. It amused them so that they would break their nightly gossip sermon to chant it just above a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. It infuriated him. He was not a slave, nor a pet for that matter, to Selene. The only reason he appeared submissive to her was because she knew the ropes of the Underworld, as it had come to be called. She was the one who could teach him what he could and could not do, like when he tried to eat perogies even after Selene had warned that normal food could be lethal. He learned the hard way. She taught him to control the change, how to reverse it if he happened to start and how to keep himself in check.

But now… Selene seemed to be the one that needed to be kept in check. She was much more easier to aggravate her, and when she was angry she would more than gladly rip your throat out, and that wasn't an exaggeration.

Everyone was at a loss as to what was making Selene act so out of character. Various tests toxicology tests had confirmed that she hadn't been drugged. A vampire named Drew suggested that it was psychological. Michael had quickly counter-acted by informing him that if anyone was to go off the edge, it would be himself. After hearing this, Drew's eyes glazed over in thought, and left to his quarters. Damien explained that Drew was the son of a philosopher; it was his nature to think deeply for long periods of time.

Dante sauntered in with his hands full of blood rations. He tossed one to each vampire in the room, which consisted of Damien, Daniel, Scott, a younger vampire named John and Dante himself. Michael also received one.

Dante slumped onto the couch as if he was exhausted. He sipped in the blood and stretched his arms along the back. "Selene's locked herself up in her room."

"That can't be good. The last time she did that was when she fasted."

Michael blinked. "Selene stopped feeding?"

"Yeah, it wasn't too long after she had been turned. She was terrified of what she had agreed to become. So she pulled a Gandhi stunt and refused to feed, for –what?" Scott looked over to Daniel.

"A fortnight." He replied.

"Yeah, a fortnight and ended up going into bloodrage. Killed a few people and after coming to her senses she was even more terrified, locked herself in her room."

"Pleasant." Michael grunted. He stood and looked each one in the eye. "I'm going to find out what's wrong with her."

"Do you even know where her room is?" Daniel asked, almost amused.

"I'll find it." Michael grunted, pointing to his nose.

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It was harder than he thought, finding Selene's bedroom through smelling for her scent. Damien had said that vampires had no distinctive smell, only male and female was distinctive, but he was wrong. Michael knew Selene's scent, and did not smell like the other females. It smelled of sweetgrass and leather. The majority of the surviving vampires were Death Dealers, meaning they too wore leather almost 24/7 so he would have to seek out the sweetness of her skin. He became completely devoted to the smell as he followed it through the labyrinth of scorched hallways and corridors. Charred tapestries hung from the sooty walls and equally burnt statues lay broken on the floor, fallen from their pedestals. The hybrid didn't pay any attention to this, though, he was on a mission, a fixation that could not be broken.

The fixation paid off, finally, when the scent wafted in at its strongest from behind a heavy oak door. Ornate carvings of phoenixes, gryffins, dragons and serpents covered the surface. He knocked rather hard, and, no response came. He knocked again, this time harder and again, no response. Now lightly irritated, Michael took to calling her name but to no avail.

So, the door and its pretty carvings had to go. It crashed down with a tremendous thud and still, it did not arouse the room's occupant. The said woman sat at an oak dressing table, hunched over something. The trespasser approached her cautiously, not sure of what was to come.

"You fear something that isn't there, it is foolishness."

"We don't know if it is there or not, so naturally we fear it."

"You know it is not there. Not now." Michael kneeled beside Selene, looking up into her face. Her features were slack, no emotion whatsoever. The object she was holding was a portrait of six. An older looking pair of a man and woman was in the back, their faces sincere. In front of them were two younger females, sisters maybe, one seemingly only slightly older than the other. Both had chestnut coloured hair, part of it pulled back and the rest left to frame their faces but only one had blue eyes, the older one. The younger had warm, chocolate brown eyes. And yet, in front of them too were a pair of little girls, twins. With dark hair and bright eyes, they strongly resembled the older sister.

"Your family." Selene nodded while tracing the features of her father, her mother and her sister. Her fingers brushed the faces of the twins, memorizing their jubilant faces. The young woman with the warm, chocolate brown eyes was Selene as a human.

"What… were their names?" Selene swallowed, trying to remember. Trying to dig into a vampire's own mortal memory was like trying to remember a dream, it was extremely difficult, especially after six centuries.

"My mother, Catherine. My father…" Selene paused. "William."

"My sister's was Anna, my nieces' names were Ethel and Iris. It was so easy to tell them apart, Ethel was quiet and didn't talk unless she was spoken to, and Iris was hyper, could keep her trap shut and wasn't afraid to chase a frog into the pond or dig up a worm and help my father put it on the hook when he was fishing. Anna, she was devoted to the twins, the father ran out on them, I think." At this she paused, validating the story.

"What about you? I'm sure you were different back then."

"I was. I was the most educated. I was sent to various schools to learn mathematics and study different languages. I was to become a wealthy lady, married to someone of considerable power and wealth as well. It, unfortunately, never happened.

"I dropped out of the university I was attending, it was draining my family of their very little money, and I felt no place there anyway. I became a maid for the lady of the land, intending to repay my father the money he had lost through my schooling. He didn't like it, he found me and dragged me back to the farm where he reprimanded me several times. My sister had expected me to fulfill her wish, since she could not but I refused. Shortly after was the night Viktor slaughtered them."

Selene's hands balled up into fists and her knuckles turned even more white than they already were. Her hair obscured her eyes from Michael and when he went to brush it away her pale hand grabbed it and held it firmly. She turned her head to look at him and that same look as before met him. Selene clenched her teeth and pulled her lips back in a growl. Her sharp fangs glinted in the dim lighting of the room.

And then, Michael knew what was wrong with her.

-End chapter-