Disclaimer: I don not own underworld, this is merely a way to escape my boredom and craziness of life. However I do own the created characters, Felicite, Trevor, (Serina, Felora, Isadora, Delano), ones in parenthesis will be revealed eventually (in no particular order) along with a few others I haven't thought names for yet

A/N: Um, for now the story is rated T, but it will change to M after a little while, once we get deeper into the story, more violence, sexual references, and cursing. So if that is not your thing, you may want to quit now, if not enjoy. Oh and the rest of the chapters will probably not be as long as the first two, and they will slow down with how fast they get posted, but I hope for them not to take too long. so, now that that has been said, enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 2: A place to hide

Selene and Michael watched Felicite leave. "Are you sure she'll be okay?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. She's strong," Selene said with confidence in her voice, but not in her heart. She feared for the girl's life. If they did not believe her story she would be killed. However now was not the time to worry about such things. She turned on her heels and began to walk the opposite direction, to where, she didn't even know. She just needed time to think. Michael, unsure what else to do, just followed blindly behind her. It was weird, he had been forced to follow her into these problems, and again he was following her, only this time of his own will.

They exited the Underworld and began to wander out into the city. "Where are we going?" Michael asked, unsure if she even knew.

"To a safe house, like the one I locked you in the other night," she informed.

"Sorry I asked," he mumbled.

"Do you have a better idea?" she asked, confident his answer would be no.

"Actually, yes," he said. She was stunned.

"Really?" she said both intrigued and offended.

"My apartment, it may not have all the surveillance but it is much more comfortable and the Vampires don't have as easy of axis," he said.

Selene thought it over a moment. "Let's go to the safe house to get supplies, then we can go to your apartment if you like," she concluded. He nodded with a slight smile. Without another word, they continued walking on their original course to gather supplies.

Selene and Michael arrived at his apartment just before dawn. They had each gotten a set of extra guns, plenty of ammunition, and a large supply of blood. Michael felt uncomfortable carrying blood, but it was the only way to keep Selene from having to go out to find other sources of food. They entered the untouched apartment for the first time in three days. Plaster still lay on the floor from where it had fallen from the ceiling. The window outside his room was still blasted out from when Felicite had shot it. Even the hole in the hallway was still there. It was only too painfully obvious how short of a time had passed since that fateful night when their adventure had started. "I guess we should put the…um…food in the fridge," Michael said after taking in the site of his apartment.

"I'll do it," she said, putting her weapons on the floor and walking over to him. She could tell the blood made him uncomfortable. It had for her at first too, but after a century and a half, she had gotten use to it. It would take time for him too. She took the blood packets he was carrying and began to wander around, looking for his kitchen and then the fridge. Michael laughed to himself as he watched her. She seemed so out of character, being both kind and lost. She eventually found it, and it had plenty of room, seen as how it was practically empty. "What were you planning to eat before I kidnapped you?" she asked.

"I don't know," he answered with a laugh. "But mentioning food, I'm starving. I don't think I've eaten in over a day."

"Well, you know what you have, I just put it in there," she said.

"I'll pass on that one. What do…uh… hybrids eat," he asked, unsure if he needed to follow some special diet.

"No one knows. You're the first. I would assume meat and blood, but I don't think it will kill you to eat normal food, it doesn't kill dogs."

"So?"

"Well, you are half lycan and they are pretty much dogs that can stand," she said. He could tell she still did not like them. 150ish years of hate would not be so easily forgotten.

"I'll be back then. I'm just going to go get something," he said about to walk out the door.

"Where, it's 5 in the morning?" she asked.

"I know a place that is 24 hour by the hospital," he said. The last thing Selene heard was the door shut. She knew it was more than just the food he was going for, he needed alone time to think. She went into the other room and closed at the curtains as tight as physically possible. Then she took the time without Michael to pick up and deal with the weapons and other things.

Michael returned just after dawn, so he slipped through the door as quickly as possible. He liked the sunlight but knew with Selene around that was a definite no. He entered finding Selene in a pair of his sweats and a T-shirt, the place picked up and the weapons gone. "Where is everything and why are you in my cloths?"

"The suite isn't exactly normal attire. I felt it would be good incase someone comes by for any weird reason, it wouldn't look as strange, as random woman in black leather in your apartment," she pointed out.

"I guess," he agreed. "Where is everything?"

"Hidden, again incase someone breaks in or visits, that would also be extremely strange, silver weapons everywhere," she said.

"Okay. I don't know about you but I'm exhausted. I'll sleep here on the coach, you can take the bed," he offered.

"Alright," she answered, unsure what else to say.

"I'm just going to shower real fast," he said. He went into the bathroom and Selene followed into the bedroom, since the bathroom was off it. After his refreshing shower, Michael left the bathroom to find Selene not in the bed. He found her at the kitchen table; tears stained her face as she looked off into oblivion. "Selene, you okay?"

"I killed the man who was like a father to me," she said in a monotone voice, not looking at him.

"So is that a yes or a no," he joked trying to lighten her mood. It didn't work.

"I just killed him. He gave me immortal life, and a life every other vampire envied. I was practically the daughter of an elder," she continued.

"He also lied to you," Michael comforted. He sat next to her and tenderly put his hand on hers. It was so strange, he barely knew this woman and yet was compelled to be around her and love her. She was cold, a well trained warrior, yet he couldn't help but want to comfort her.

"I know, but he didn't kill me, he could have, but he didn't. Instead he gave me a new life, a purpose and I killed him." She began to cry again. Michael never thought he would ever see it happen.

"Why did you kill him?" he asked trying to get to the bottom of her grief.

"You," she answered. "I was suppose to kill you but instead I killed the man who told me to."

Michael took her face in his hands and wiped away the tears that were slowly stopping. He said nothing instead kissed her. She in turn kissed him back, deepening the kiss. Moments passed before they pulled away, breathing hard. "Okay, I…I am going to go to bed," Michael said.

"Don't leave me alone," she said. He heard true fear in her voice. She was scared and venerable.

"Alright," he answered and followed her into his own room. They got into bed and Michael put his arms around her waist. He could feel her every muscle relax as she melted into his touch.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Felicite awoke the next night surprisingly well rested. She got up out of bed and went to shower. As the water beat down onto her forever-cold skin, she thought about the events of last night. She had met Marcus for the first time. He looked younger than Viktor had, with short golden hair, and a softer, kinder face. But there had been that strange smell on him. She still was unable to place it, and accounted it to being recently awakened. Then there was Trevor. Who was he, what was he to the coven? Felicite had never seen him before, but she also had not seen a lot of the vampires in the coven, being only three years turned and almost always in the tojo. He was stone cold but had had a hint of kindness when he spoke to her. He had not been as hostile as Marcus had. Yet, there was something hidden about him, something there that no one asked about, and he never told.

She shut off the water and dried her body. Exiting the bathroom into the bedroom with nothing but a towel around her, she jumped when seeing Erika, sitting on her bed, fiddling with her cell phone. "What the hell are you doing here?" she exclaimed, wrapping the towel even tighter around her.

"Trevor wants you in the tojo, immediately," she informed, not looking up from the fascinating phone.

"And you are here, in my room, because?" she asked, walking over to her dresser, finding a clean dealer suit inside.

"I was sent to get you for him," she said.

Felicite walked over to her, realizing what it was that was fascinating her so. "Give me that," she said, snatching the phone away from Erika. "What were you doing?"

"I took the liberty of removing Selene's cell number from your phone, since you won't need it anymore. I guess you just hadn't gotten the chance yet with all the excitement last night," she explained with an impish grin. "Now hurry up and get dressed, I don't think you want to keep Trevor waiting." At those words she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Felicite's heart had skipped a beat when Erika had mentioned finding Selene's cell number still on the phone. What if she knew she had contacted her? But it seemed she was merely flipping through the almost never-ending list of numbers she had in the directory. Most of the numbers she would never use, they were on there as a memory exercise in hopes of helping her regain any of her lost memories. The cursor was only about halfway up the list, having apparently started at the bottom to find Selene faster. This discovery brought relief to her racing heart; hoping Erika believed her own theory. She put down the cell, and got dressed. On her way out of the room, she put the cell in her pocket, and placed her full holsters around her hips, prepared for whatever awaited her in the tojo.

It took longer to get to her old haven then before. She had gotten lost twice and was father away then in her prior room. She opened the large oak doors to find Trevor waiting on the opposite side of the vast space, on a combat mat. Unsure what was going on she cautiously approached. "You wanted to see me?" she asked more than stated.

"Yes," he answered, realizing she had finally arrived. "Marcus has instructed me to train you further as a Death Dealer. Our numbers were severely damaged in that attack, and with the hybrid loose, he will most likely rally together all the lycans and destroy us while we are weak. Our numbers need to be replenished."

"Okay," she answered a little insulted by the way he said she needed to be "trained", like she had never been before. "Where do we start?"

"We are on a sparing mat, so I feel sparing would be the logical spot," he replied in a cocky sort of tone.

"Let me just remove my coat and things," she informed, anxious to show him what she knew.

They faced off, much as she and Selene did when they trained. He waited for her to make the first move, but Felicite knew better. After staring at each other for a while, Trevor made a move, slashing at her. She grabbed his arm and twisted it so it came behind his back. He tried to flip her over, but instead she pulled him down backwards. Unfortunately, when doing so she put too much weight and pressure on her still injured leg and lost her footing allowing him to flip her over to the ground next to him. Before she even had time to realize what had happened, he sat on top of her, hand throttling her throat. She choked with how hard he held her neck, unable to properly breathe. After a moment of staring menacingly into each other's ice blue eyes, he got up, allowing her to breathe. She sat up and rubbed her now sore neck, and looked up at him. He stood over her, looking her up and down for new injures. A small stream of blood ran from the cut on her leg. "Your leg's still injured," he stated.

"I know," she said.

"Why did you fight?" he asked.

"I don't know, you told me too. I'm not going to back down from a challenge," she informed.

"Really," he said, reaching down to help her up.

"Shall we go again?" Felicite asked.

"No," he said. "There is no need to push your leg unnecessarily. Let's just go, I need to ask you some things anyway." Felicite was worried about what he was going to ask her, but she also knew not wanting to answer would arise even more suspicion about her loyalties. She gathered her things and followed him to the same office she had been taken to just last night. He stood by the window while Felicite sat in the same chair she had the night before. "I know you know more than you let on the night before," he said.

"What?" she responded, truly bewildered. She had not expected that out of him.

"You were close to Selene. Before she went traitor, she was a loyal and determined Death Dealer. I was also, under the impression she was onto the lycan's plan. What did she learn and what changed her?"

"I don't know," Felicite answered honestly.

"What do you mean you don't know? You were the closest one to her," Trevor asked frustrated.

"Just what I said, I don't know!" she yelled in return. "Do you think she told me everything that went on in her head."

"Well she talked to no one else," he defended.

"No one that's alive. She talked to Viktor, when awake, and Kahn, she used to always confide in Kahn, but they are both dead, so I guess you are up the shit creek with out a paddle!" she exclaimed.

Trevor was taken a back by her attitude. He hadn't been talked to like that since after the war began. "Excuse me?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," she apologized in a calmer tone. "It is just really hard. I felt like I did know her, but obviously I didn't. I didn't know anything." Tears glistened in her eyes.

"I guess I am sorry too. I shouldn't push you to open the freshly healed wounds," he apologized.

"It's okay. It will be a little while before I can sort everything out and answer the questions you have. I need tome to digest," she told him. It was all true, but for a different reason than he thought. She at least hoped he didn't know the truth.

"I have one other question for you. Do you know anything about the hybrid, who it may be, how it happened?" he asked.

"The lycans were looking for the human descendant of Alexander Covinous. That was the theoretical link between the vampires and lycans, in order to create a hybrid. It was Lucian's way of avenging Sonja and their unborn child's death. He was going to become the first hybrid, but I am unsure how that turned out," she said.

"So they found the link. Who was it?" he asked.

"Michael, Michael Corven. Selene found him when she first realized that the lycans were after him. That is how she learned of Kraven's deception, because he wouldn't believe her," Felicite informed.

"Do you think he is still alive?"

"I really wouldn't know. I know Selene was asked to kill him by Viktor, but no one knows how that turned out," she concluded.

"Do you have any idea where she might be hiding?"

"What happened to just one more question?" she asked.

"Please," he requested.

"A specific spot, no. But she would not stay in any place more than once, and she would go somewhere she knew she could guard with all certainty. Some place she knows better than anyone else. But if she left with someone, they many have taken her who knows where," she explained in hopes of throwing him off track with the whole, other person idea when she knew that Selene would be in charge.

"Well, that is a good place to start. If you know anything else, you can go," he said getting off the desk and walking to behind the desk. He began to work on whatever it was in his desk.

"Are we training tomorrow?"

"Probably, I'll send Erika to get you if we do," he answered nonchalantly.

"Can't wait," she mumbled to herself as she left his office. She returned to the tojo to continue to practice by herself with her guns, Selene's favorite pass time.