Disclaimer: see chapter 2
Chapter 4: More friendly and Trevor's story
Selene found Michael on the couch when she returned much later that night. "Where have you been? I was worried that you were killed or going to be killed!" he exclaimed, hearing her come in. He turned around to see her dressed for the first time in something not leather or belonging to him. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a red spaghetti strap top. "Wow, you look great. You went shopping?"
"First I cleaned out my bank account. They are set up for each death dealer, in case of emergency. It was a good thing that they hadn't thought to clean it out yet. Then I proceeded to go shopping, and get more blood from few of the safe houses," she said practically.
"Well, you have been busy," he commented.
"It is stuff that needed to be done," she defended, putting the bags in the bedroom.
"The new wardrobe was a necessity?" he questioned.
"Yes, if you want me to stop wearing your stuff. I can't go to the library in my old uniform, I need to blend in," she retaliated, standing in the doorway, leaning on its frame.
"Okay, but why are you going to the library?"
"To find any information on Alexander Covinous. We need to find the truth about our origins and about this war in order to end it," she explained. She came and sat on opposite side of the couch from him. She was acting surprisingly distant for someone who had asked him to sleep with her last dawn.
"You know, I don't have cuties," he said, hoping she was not mad at him for any reason.
"I know."
"Then why are you at the other end of the couch?"
"Because I'm comfortable here," she said.
"Okay," he said.
"What is this?" she asked a few moments of silence.
"It's called 'Friends'," he answered absent mindedly.
"'Friends'?" she confirmed. He nodded. "An American show?"
"Yeah, I used to watch it when I was there all the time, but then… well I guess I will have more time to watch it now," he commented. She gave him an encouraging smile. It was in that moment that it truly hit her how hard this must have been on him. In the course of three days, he went from being a normal, medical intern, just trying to finish his work, not knowing anything of the immortal world and its war, to being the most hunted and powerful immortal known to this time. And to top it off, during those three days, he was bitten twice, in a car crash, jumped out of two windows, was locked up in numerous chairs and rooms, shot at, dragged all over the city of Budapest, and informed of very little that was going on. He was fought over and battered. Not to mention he fought the most powerful Vampire Elder and lived to tell the tale. She slid across the couch and sat next to him. It was not just her who had suffered at the hands of both the vampires and lycans. It was not just her who's life had been completely turned around. They were in this together, at least if she let him be in it.
She got off the couch holding onto his hand. She led him to his own room. He looked confused, until she kissed his lips. He was caught off guard, but soon melted into her lips. The passion grew, neither one pulling back, and soon they were no longer standing or clothed.
A few hours later, Selene lay next to Michael, breathing a little hard. Michael also was slightly panting with a smile on his face. "What did we just do?"
"I thought you would know you seemed very knowledgeable back there," she jested.
"What happened?"
"Michael, we had sex, why is that so hard for you to comprehend?" she asked.
"We've known each other for only a few days. Doesn't that seem a little strange to you?"
"A little, but I was hoping not to think too hard about it," she answered. "Now go to sleep, it's late." She rolled onto her side, preparing to sleep the day away, a little hurt by his attitude. Michael cautiously reached his arms around her, having sensed a bit of attitude in her response. His action calmed her aggravated mood, allowing her to relax and sleep. They fell a sleep like that; both content, but a little confused on their feelings.
Felicite awoke the next dusk from a knock at her door. Groggily, she dragged herself from bed and opened the door to find Trevor standing in front of her. "Morning Sunshine," he said sarcastically, almost laughing.
"I just woke up," she defended, coming away from the door.
Trevor followed her inside. "Well go, get ready, we need to train, if you are to come on a raid scheduled for a week from tonight," he said.
"Um, well, okay. Give me a minute," she said walking over to her dresser and pulling out some clean cloths. Without a word, she went into the bathroom, leaving him alone in her room. He went over to her dresser and began to look at the objects lying on top of it. He picked up each of the weapons in turn. First there was her twin guns, much like it was said Selene carried. A silver grenade caught his eye. Next to the dresser, was a gorgeous silver sword, engraved with Viktor's seal. He almost had his heart leap out of his chest, until he also saw Felicite's name engraved on the hilt. 'She didn't lie, she didn't see the battle,' he thought, having worried that this girl had Viktor's sword. Last were a set of silver throwing stars with S's inscribed in the top. "I see you found the final gift Selene ever gave me," Felicite said exciting the bathroom fully dressed and walking towards him.
"Why do you have them if she gave them to you?"
"Because, she was a part of my life. I can't rid myself of her time in it. They were given to me to destroy lycans, and that is what I am going to use them for," she answered taking them from him and putting them in the coat hanging over the edge of the bed. But then that he found the gold locket, with the old English C embossed on the front.
He picked it up and asked, "What is this?"
"That is the one thing that I had on me when Selene saved me. My family apparently gave it to me for my birthday. Or at least that is what the letter she found in my room said. It is the one tie to my past, it encourages me to keep going when I want to quit," she said. He unhooked the latch on the chain, holding it out to put on her. With a smile of thanks, she lifted up her hair off her neck and turned around. He placed it gently on her. Turning back around to face him. "So, we should get going," she said. With a nod he began towards the door, she grabbed the coat and walked out after him.
The training session was long and rigorous. "Come on," he said offering his hand to help her up.
"Thanks," she said, but instead of using the hand to get up, she pulled him down onto the ground next to her. "HA!" she gloated.
"Not funny," he answered rolling over and getting up.
"I found it hilarious," she said, getting herself off the mat they had been sparing on.
"Well, I say we can it quits, I'm getting a little hungry," he said.
"I guess that is a good idea," she agreed. HE began to leave, but when Felicite did not follow he stopped and turned around. "Coming?"
"Where?" she asked putting on her coat.
"To go get something to eat. I thought you said you were hungry?"
"I did, but…"
"Well, come on," he insisted. Felicite followed, not knowing what else to do.
Felicite waited for Trevor in the vacant dinning room. It was not a long wait, for he soon returned with two cups of blood in hand. "So, tell me about you," Felicite requested as her trainer handed her one of the cups and sat next to her.
"What do you want to know," he asked sipping at his meal.
"Why do you fight?"
Trevor took a final sip of his drink and set it down. He took a deep breath trying to think of exactly how to word what he had to say. "My parents were killed by the lycans. My mother was killed even before the war started, on a mission to round up a group of rouge lycans. It was rare to loose people on those missions, but one of the beasts was better armed then expected, and took my mothers life. My father was killed a few years later on a run to check on the silver mines, also before the war. He and the other three members of his team were attacked by a pack of twenty lycans. It was found that only five of the feral animals survived, and were later tracked down and killed. But the clincher for me was when my best friend Nicolae, was mauled to death by Lucian himself. It was in the first major battle of the war and we found his body in a stream, in the tunnel of the silver mine where Lucian had made into his fortress. I will never forget finding him. That night I vowed to avenge Nicolae's death and I have never forgotten it," he said. Trevor couldn't even bare to look at Felicite at that moment, not wanting to show her the pain on her face.
"I am so sorry," Felicite sympathized, placing her hand on his.
"It is no big deal, shit happens," he answered, finally getting his emotion under control and looking at the girl. Felicite removed her hand and they drank the last of their blood in silence.
Trevor walked Felicite back to her room. "So, what happened to you? Why do you fight?" he stated out of the blue.
"The lycans robbed me of my memory and my grandfather and almost my own life," she stated. Her tone told him not to ask any further into the question. He was tempted to push his luck, but to Felicite's relief, decided against it.
"So, how old are you?" he asked instead.
"Don't you know you're not suppose to ask a woman her age?" she rebutted, being playful.
"Well, I don't know if you are truly a 'woman' unless I know your age," he defended.
"I'm insulted. You can't just tell," she joked.
"Just tell me," he said, acting tortured.
"I'm 21," she informed proudly. "And how old are you?"
"Around 840 years old. I was born during Marcus' reign, before the start of the war," he said.
"My god, I feel so young with you old man," she jested with a smile.
"You have a really pretty smile," he mused aloud. Felicite couldn't help but blush at his comment. He gave a laugh at the sight of her reddened cheeks, making them turn a deeper shade red. "Did I embarrass you?"
"A little," she said trying to hide her face.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," he said. Felicite was a bit confused until she looked forward to see she was at her door.
"Oh, yeah, I'll see you then," she responded, opening her door and slipped inside. She listened to his footstep fade away before turning around, facing her humble room. She jumped at the sight of Serina sitting on her bed, playing with one of the silver throwing stars she had left behind.
"Why does it have an 'S' on it?"
"They were Selene's. She gave them to me before we went into the 'Underworld' battle," she said, plucking the weapon from her friend's hands.
"Does everyone get their initial on them? That seems stupid and unnecessary," she commented.
"No they were a gift to her from Viktor, given to her before her first hunt. She never used them but gave them to me before my first hunt," she reminisced fondly about how Selene had handed them to her before loading up before the "Underworld" battle with a simple "Good Luck". "What are you doing here?"
" I just wanted to hang out. You should take a shower and then come to my room since it is bigger," she suggested.
"Sure, but like you said, I need a shower. And next time don't hide in my room or play with my weapons," she declared.
"Deal," Serina agreed. Felicite pulled out some clothes from the dresser and took a shower. Afterwards, the two vampiress went to Serina's lavish room to relax, talk, and even play a few card games. They wee together until a little after 9 AM, three hours-ish after everyone else went to bed at dawn. It didn'' even occur to her that neither Selene nor Michael even called.
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Thanks to those who have so far:
Shannon K: I know I am HORRIBLE at spelling and grammar and get common words mixed up. I try to catch them, but I don't always find them, after reading it over a few times. Please just bare with my incompetence. I am glad that you like it. Hope I don't disappoint later.
Katie: Glad you liked it.
Ellethiel: Thanks again for another rave, appreciate it. I will try to be clearer about who is talking. And will definitely show more with Trevor and Serina's relationship to the Elders.