Disclaimer: see chapter two. Sorry about the spelling and grammar, I failed that class in skool.

A/N: Okay, another chapter. Felicite has jumped a bit ahead of Selene and Michael, but they will be caught up by next chapter. Hope you enjoy. Please review.

Chapter 5: Research

Selene was again the first to awaken and had to gently remove Michael's arms to get out of bed. 'I'm surprised he doesn't move at night,' she thought to herself as she got some clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. This time when she emerged, Michael was awake and sitting up in bed. "Trying to escape without me again?" he asked.

"No, I planned to wake you after my shower or something like that," she protested.

"Very convincing," he joked. "Well, don't leave without me. I just want to shower and get something to eat."

"Alright, but hurry," she agreed. He gave her a smile and quickly jumped out of bed to shower. Selene went into the kitchen and opened one of the stolen bags of blood from his fridge. She searched through his cabinets for a cup, and after a good five-minute search; she found one and sat at the table. It was not too long before she heard the shower shut off and heard Michael in the bedroom trying to find clean cloths.

He joined her in the kitchen, and went straight to the fridge. Finding nothing but blood, he shut the door and turned hoping for a food suggestion from the woman at the table. She looked up; feeling his eyes on her, and gave him a strange look back. "What?"

"I'm hungry," he said.

"Well, what am I going to do about it?"

"I don't know," he answered.

"Well, there is blood, it won't kill you," she suggested.

"Yeah, but it creeps me out, the idea of drinking someone's blood," he countered.

"It's cloned blood, and it isn't so bad," she encouraged.

"I think I will hold off for now, but you go ahead," he said.

"Already have," she replied, having gone back to the paper in front of her, and holding up her cup.

"You know that paper is almost a week old?"

"I can see that, but I have never read a paper before, humans are really dumb," she commented.

"Thanks," he said.

"What? You are no longer human," she said, looking away from the paper again.

"I know, but it still feels like I am," he said. Just then, for the first time since they had gotten to the apartment, the phone rang. Neither of the answered, unsure who would be calling, and fearing the worst.

The answering machine picked up and after Michael's message, a friendly but panicked voice began to talk. "Michael, its Adam. You have been missing for a few days, you haven't shown up for shifts, and I've been worried about you. I mean, the cops haven't been back since your break down and I just hope they were able to help you. I mean, you were acting really weird. Anyway, if you get this message, give me a call; let me know you are still alive. Okay, bye."

Selene and Michael looked at each other in surprise. "Should I call him?"

"This may sound cruel, but it may be best if they think you are dead," she said.

"I suppose you're right," he said, realizing how much of his life had to change. "So are we going?"

"I guess," she replied, finishing her drink and getting up. "Do you even know where we are going?" she asked grabbing her old Death Dealer coat by the door.

"No," he answered, grabbing his own coat and followed her out the door.

Having left the apartment, the two began walking in the general direction of the library. Although neither of them had been there regularly, both had passed it in their travels, and had a general idea of where they were going. It was a half an hour before they spotted their destination.

"Okay, what are we looking for?" Michael asked once through the large glass doors.

"Anything on the history of Hungary anytime before 1100AD, especially if it has mention of Alexander Covinous," Selene specified.

"History, got it. Don't know how much we will find, but let's go ahead and start looking," Michael responded. The two split up scanning through the history section. Between the two of them, they found about three books mentioning Alexander Covinous. "These, I don't think, are going to be much help," Michael said when he ran into Selene at the end of isle.

"I don't know what else to try," Selene said, a bit defeated.

"We could try the fiction section," he suggested.

"Why?"

"Because humans think werewolves and vampires are myth. But maybe there are some old legends or something," he explained.

"Brilliant!" she exclaimed, giving him a quick kiss. He was taken back by the quick kiss, but didn't argue, happy to take any affection she was willing to give.

Selene took off and stopped at the fiction section, since it was so much bigger and she realized she had no idea where to look. "Need some help?" Michael asked directly behind her.

"Yes," she admitted quietly.

"Well, come on. I'll help you," he said much like a parent with a small child. She rolled her eyes but followed him. He led her over to a computer on the far wall, and searched for legend books with mention of Alexander Covinous, vampires or werewolves. It found five books. "Come on," he said, having written down the call numbers and began to search. This was a much faster method than their old one of checking all the books. Michael pulled all five books and took those and the three others and took them to a table to see if they found anything useful from them.

Time flew by as they began by skimming through the history books first. Those three merely mentioned Alexander Covinous as a warlord, but as noting more. Michael put them away as Selene began on with the other five. The first two gave superstitious stories and rumors on how to kill vampires and werewolves. Most of them were bogus and ridiculous, no help at all. She pushed them aside, and continued on, finding nothing helpful, but at least not as superstitious stories in the third. "I think this may have been a pointless search," she said, as Michael returned from putting the other books away. "We've been here for hours and found nothing so far."

"And they're closing," he added.

"So we don't have time to look through these," she said, a bit defeated.

"No we'll just check them out," he suggested.

"How do you do that. I've never done it before," she admitted.

"With a card," he said; almost surprised she didn't know. He pulled out a library card from the wallet in his back pocket.

"When did you get that?" Selene asked.

"When I needed two forms of Id to get the internship at the hospital I came and got it. Never knew I would use it," he joked.

"Thanks for all your help," she whispered sincerely.

He gave her a smile and she couldn't help but smile back and begin to blush.

"Aren't you two cute," the librarian mentioned, breaking their stare. Selene registered what had happened and quickly grabbed the two books, putting them in the pockets of her coat and walked out the door, embarrassed. Michael gave the librarian a smile and followed after her.

"Hey, what was with the escape?" he asked after he caught up with her.

"I'm just not use to showing affection," she admitted, never slowing down.

"Huh?"

"I was a warrior for almost a hundred and fifty years. It was inappropriate to show emotion," she said.

"I know it is hard to forget years of training," he said stepping in front of her, preventing her from walking. "But, you are no longer a warrior for the coven. You are just here with me." He stroked her cheek with his hand to comfort her.

"I know," she said, leaning in to kiss him. The sound of screeching tires pulled them apart, just in time to prevent being killed. Before even thinking, Selene had her guns out and began to fire at the speeding car that had just firing upon them. A few of the shots hit the car, but did no real damage. "Damn it!" she exclaimed in anger and pain since a bullet had grazed her left arm and another imbedded itself in her right shoulder.

"Come on, before we are killed," he growled, picking her up. It was not long before Michael was no longer in human form. He was moving at incredible speeds, faster than any human or immortal could go. And for that brief time that she was in his arms, she felt safe.

They returned to the apartment and Michael hoped that they had eluded their attackers. Selene had passed out from pain and some blood loss during the run in his arms, so he took her to the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. At that point he was breathing hard and back in his human form. He bandaged her left arm and removed the bullet from her right shoulder. Once done, he sat looking at the woman on the bed. She was so beautiful, and looked at peace. He kissed her cheek and took the books from her arms. He took the books to the kitchen table and began to flip through them, starting with the history ones.

Selene awoke not long after being left alone. Her first thought was that Michael had gone back out alone to test himself, stupidly. But the sound of a sigh from the other room calmed her fears. She rose from the bed and joined Michael in the kitchen. "Thank you," she said sitting next to him at the table.

"For what?" he asked pushing the book he had been skimming away from him.

"For acting. If you hadn't done what you did we may not have lived," she seemed distant as she talked.

"How is your arm and shoulder?" he asked.

"They will be fine," she answered, still distant.

"Do you think we truly eluded our attackers?"

"I think they will find us sooner than we had originally thought," she admitted. "But I say we have a day or two," she comforted, for more for herself than him.

"I guess we need to find somewhere new to stay," he said.

"Actually, I think you just did," she said pointing to the castle drawn on the page Michael happened to be on. The caption read, "Castle Covinous".

The week had passes in whirl of training. Felicite had spent every day with Trevor, first training and then getting a meal, giving them a chance to talk. She avoided any topic involving Selene and Michael, having grown a bit weak on her defense with him.

She had gotten a good scare when, at the beginning of the week, a set of death dealers returned to the mansion, saying that they had seen the traitor and the hybrid, but lost them, having underestimated the hybrid's speed. They were unsure where it is that they were staying during the daylight, but knew they had to be in the city. She was comforted when Trevor had not forced her to go after Selene, when he sent out death dealers to scour the city for them. The final comfort was when they said they were leaving the city, and would inform her of their location as soon as they secured a good spot. 'They would not be found for a while yet,' she had thought.

It was early that night when Trevor found her in the tojo, doing some last minute target practice. "Hey," he greeted. She didn't answer, still intent on what she was doing. "We are leaving in the next hour, so finish up soon, debriefing is within the next ten minutes," he informed.

The clip in her gun finished and she reloaded it and returned it to its holster. "Ready," she announced. He smiled for a brief moment and then turned on his heels, expecting her to follow as she did. They arrived in a large conference like room, with an oval shaped table in the middle surrounded by close to two dozen chairs. Already there were close to twenty death dealers sitting around the enormous oak table. At the far end, sat Marcus and the chairs next to him were the only ones open. Trevor led her towards the elder, grabbing her hand to keep her from standing against the wall. "Trevor, are you sure I should be up this close to Marcus?" she whispered in his ear as he seated her next to him, while he was directly beside Marcus on his right side.

"Yes, you are my pupil, and I sit here. You are to sit next to me. Kind of like how I'm sure it use to be for you," he commented. It had been the first time he had referenced her relation to Selene the whole week, and the first time he had done it without prying or being condescending.

Felicite nodded her understanding. Marcus leaned in towards Trevor. "Are you sure you trust her to be on this mission?" he asked quietly, almost too softly for her to hear.

"Yes, I trust her. She has shown no reason not to trust her. She is ready for this," he answered, a little louder than Marcus had asked, but still at a whisper.

"If you trust her so will I, but keep an eye on her none the less, for me," he requested.

"As you wish my lord," he answered both sitting up straight again.

The final two chairs to Marcus' left were soon filled and Marcus stood, beginning the briefing. "The mission, as always, to finish this war. To do this, the lycan race must be destroyed," Marcus began. "Our Intel tells us that they have not moved far since the last major battle. They are weak, after truly loosing Lucian and having taken heavy loses. Our goal tonight, is to scatter them, push those animals into small groups, and make it easier to destroy them. We will return to the original tactic of extermination, hunt them down and kill them off, one by one." The group applauded. With the lifting of his hand, Marcus silenced the group. "Split up into your respective groups, and load up, we leave in less than a half an hour." Everyone rose and scattered, like calm cockroaches away from a light. Felicite followed Trevor, unsure what group she was in, but pretty sure she was in his, since he had to keep an eye on her. They came to the weapons locker to prepare for battle and Felicite had a flip of Da-ja-vu. "Do you really think this plan will work?" she asked as she reloaded her berettas and grabbed some extra clips to put in her coat.

"Why wouldn't it? Divide and conquer," he said.

"You do know Napoleon was over thrown and assassinated?"

"Yes, but his strategy worked. He won many a battle with it."

"I know, it just worry, the last time I fought a lycan, I almost lost a leg," she admitted.

"Don't worry, I won't abandon you," he said with sincerity and kindness. It was the first time he had said he cared with out being sarcastic. He truly cared about what happened to her. He gave her a smile and started for the door. It was almost time for the hunt. Even though she agreed sort of with Selene's actions, she still had a loathing for the creatures that stole her grandfather and her memory. Tonight was going to be fun.

Next chapter: Selene and Michael begin to find a new home, and new allies. Felicite goes hunting with her fellow Death Dealers.

Thanks to those who have reviewed:

Shannon K: I don't think you are mean, I completely understand. It drives me nuts when I find mistakes in my own stories or someone else's. I just am a bad story, and I thank you for reading it anyway.

Ellethiel: Thanks again. I really appreciate the encouragement and praise. The sword has her name, but Viktor's seal, like most everything else in the mansion. Trevor got worried because it had the seal, at first thinking it belonged to Viktor meaning she had seen the battle and had lied. But he saw the name and realized it was Felicite's. How she got it will be explained. It is actually not from Selene. Anyway, thanks again.

Please review so I know what to clarify and what you like and don't.