Jonathan Moray scowled from his place upon an upturned garbage can as he sat watching Marcus, damn it, Lucas open a vein for each of the downed Death Dealers. As far as Jon was concerned they could go to hell, but then that was him talking now. A few moments ago, when he had watched the suffering on their faces, well he hadn't been saying that.

Damn it all he'd felt their pain first hand or at least he'd felt his, and if theirs was anywhere close, well that was hell. Jon wouldn't wish that on his worst enemies, hell his blood enemies.

"Alright," He said, catching Lucas's attention as he fed the red head from his wrist. Both of them looked at him, and he couldn't help but smirk at the red head as he gave her a wink.

She rolled her eyes, and that was enough for him. She was the last one, Lucas had fed all the other blood hounds first and some of them were looking a lot like red, less benumbed and more focused. Jon wasn't sure what he though about that, but they hadn't jumped him yet so he was good. For now that is.

"Yes, Jonathan?"

That brought Jon back to his previous focus.

"Yeah, Lucas. Now again, can you explain all of that crap to me again? It just doesn't stick…"

A touch of laugher flashed in Lucas's eyes with that, and Jon suddenly felt like he was being evaluated. He didn't like it. Still as his scowl deepened the amusement was gone and Jon was left to wonder if he had just imagined it. That he really didn't like, but it wasn't just evaluation, but that he couldn't read Lucas.

Jonathan Moray had lived for centuries and as a Lycan his senses made people pretty translucent. He could hear or smell a lie, even smell the difference in emotions, but he got exactly jack from Lucas. He was a mystery and Jon wasn't a fan of mystery, especially when it could get him real dead real fast.

Avoal and Sonya glared at him, and Jon made a special effort not to notice. That would hurt the bastards' pride and that got to dealers more than anything else. It proved true when Avoal spoke up.

"What he should be explaining mongrel is why exactly it is that he hasn't ordered us to put a silver slug in your head."

Jon sneered.

"Go bite the sun you fanggy bastard."

This drew a slight chuckle from Lucas and when Jon looked from Avoal who looked all better, lucky baby, he had a slight smile on his full lips and once again amusement shone out of those damned eyes that were still the perfect picture of Marcus's.

"Can't you all go without arguing?" He asked.

Jon laughed, he laughed for real and he suddenly felt better for the laugh.

"What rock have you been under? Blood feud remember…"

Avoal interrupted.

"Marcus, why the hell is he calling you Lucas and why aren't we ending his life?"

"I am not Mar-"

"He isn't Marcus." Jon cut him off. "Are you sense dead? I know you're brain dead, but doesn't your nose tell you any damn thing?"

Avoal looked furious.

Jon smiled.

Violence was on the air, and all the other dealers tensed, prepared to see what would happen. That is all but for the albino.

"The wolf's right Avoal, his blood smells similar, but he isn't Marcus. He isn't even …"

"He isn't even what?" Jon asked before he stopped himself. The pale bastard had stopped in the middle of his sentence and Jon wasn't smelling anything so different about Lucas. In fact he smelt…

Jonathan got it suddenly.

"You mean he doesn't smell like a leech."

The albino bared fangs at him, but he didn't seem as in good a shape as the red head or Avoal and Sonya. Perhaps the blood still needed time to take affect for him. It had taken longer for all the vampires, Jon suddenly wondered about that, but he'd ask later. Not that he trusted Lucas. Hell he should have probably left the minute he was able to walk, but what could he say, the man scared the hell out of him with all of that death of bloodlines crap and Jon had too many friends that might be suffering even as they sat around.

Sonya finally spoke up.

"No, mongrel, he smells like a human."

Lucas chuckled.

"That's because I am. I am a human immortal, like my father before me."

Lycan and Vampires were both silent.

Lucas smiled.

"Ah, now I've got your attention."

"Yes, you've got our attention." Avoal and Jon agreed.

They looked at each other then and both sneered.

Lucas laughed at them again, and he said rather easily.

"Come now children…let me tell you a story."

All eyes fell on Lucas.

"You see what you have been told is a lie…"

Selene let out a hiss of frustration as the tried yet another of the catacomb of caves. The last had been a dead end and she was in a right fury. Not over the dead ends, but because Michael…Michael had fallen silent. He had been in agony, righteous agony, and while she couldn't bear for him to be in pain. Instinct told her that pain was better than what was happening now.

Michael was a dead weight on her back. And the thinking the word dead, made her flinch. What would she do if Michael died? Could she go on? She'd lost him once, he'd been dead after Marcus's attack and…well she'd wanted to kill Marcus, die trying, whatever it took, but what could she do if Michael died for no reason. Who would she fight? Some strange disease? No, Michael couldn't die. She wouldn't let him.

"Please be alright!" She whispered to the hybrid draped across her back, that was until she felt him being pulled from her.

Like a panther in the woods, Selene turned, her eyes glowing a deep feral blue that swirled with a brighter azure. She was prepared for anything, that was save for what she found.

A woman.

She was about the same build as Selene herself, she had curves but look more than a little athletic. She was dressed in a backless gown of the purest crimson, and her hair was auburn, a mass of curls that fell down her back making her look smaller despite the fact that Selene guessed the woman was a few inches taller than her.

For a moment Selene was shocked.

Then she was furious again.

She dared this woman attack her, attack Michael when he was down and couldn't defend himself. Selene had been a Death Dealer, but she was also an honorable warrior. A sneak attack rankled of cowardice and she hated cowards.

As she rushed forward, to tear the woman apart however, Selene's thoughts of defending Michael disappeared as she watched the woman. She was straddling Michael's waist, but she wasn't attacking. In fact while she held a knife, it was covered in a fine sheen of her own blood.

Blood that she was feeding Michael.

And he was consuming it now. His eyes were open and they were vampiric blue. He drank though, his throat working as the woman nodded and whispered to him sweetly.

"That's good." She said. "Drink, it will stop the legacy curse."

Curse?

"Who are you?" Selene asked.

The woman looked at her and smiled.

"I am someone who needs your help. We must stop my father, Lucas."