Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
A/N: Was once again struck by an itch for vampire fiction. This was born. MichaelSelene, Post-Underworld Evolution. Read, enjoy, let me know what you think.
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She tries to hide it.
The hesitant half step back whenever they ready themselves to leave at day break.
It is small, the slightest shuffle that begins at the heel of her foot, tension that strains her muscles. He is sure that if she still had a heartbeat it would quicken.
"Are you afraid?" The question rest on the tip of his tongue but never moves past it, mostly because he doesn't need a lie. He can understand it, find it amusing almost—but not quite—it's a fear that has been as deeply in engrained in her as her bloodlust, an instinct that has kept her alive in the long years of her life. Unnecessary now, but there, undefeatable, like the paleness of her skin that no amount of sunlight will ever be rid of.
The door opens and they move. The sunlight swallows them, golden warmth against which she is a persistent shadow, ivory skin almost translucent beneath the copper rays of sunrise, and the ethereal beauty that the moonlight grants her is lost beneath the scorch of daylight, when she is too pale, too dark, too solid around the edges.
She steps forward, further into the morning light, and the hesitation is gone, all confidence and power, uncaring once more of anything but the task before them.
He follows.
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