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A/N: so sorry this has taken so long. I really didn't mean for this to happen but life got very hectic and I was having problems with this chapter, couldn't make it flow. But I think I got it.

Also, I saw Underworld Evolution and it was awesome. I am going to incorporate some of the ideas presented in the movie, just not all of them. Anyway hope you like this chapter and what is too come. Next one should be up soon.

Chapter 17: The Visit

The next night, just as she had told Michael, Felicite drove Trevor, Serina, and herself out to castle Corvinus, to meet with Michael, Selene, and the newborn twins. The three sat in silence, not really in a chatty mood. As they drove up, Trevor and Serina could not believe what they saw. Serina had never been to the castle before, never having been really anywhere before, she was still so young. But Trevor, he had lived in the strong hold. He remembered the fire, remembered all of it. "They're here?" he asked in true disbelief.

"Yes," Felicite answered.

"They would come here, after all that happened?"

"Not too many of them are from that time. But it wasn't them who thought to come here, it was Selene," Felicite clarified.

"What so special about this place?" Serina asked.

"It belongs to the vampires," Trevor answered before Felicite got a chance.

It looked abandoned as they drove up the steep entryway, but Felicite knew from experience that that was merely an illusion. There were, in all likeliness, dozens of lycans watching as they approached. She just hoped someone was there to keep the pack at bay when they arrived. Parking just outside the main door, Felicite was the first to exit the car. She looked around suspiciously before catching sight of the many guarding lycans. With a large swallow, she nodded for the others to get out of the car. As they did, the lycan guards began to close in, excitement for the kill shining brightly in their eyes. But before anything truly gruesome could occur, a familiar figure came out of the main doors and glared at the slowly approaching guards. "Licy," he called.

"Michael," she greeted in return. "Thank god," she whispered. She ran to her cousin and gave him a huge hug. "How are you this morning, tired?"

"Not as much as you might think. So actually I'm doing very well. But what about you, you okay?" he asked looking up quickly at the two vampires still hovering tentatively by the car.

"I'm fine," she said, subtly begging him to trust her.

"Alright, well, Selene and the twins are sleeping right now, so let's go and just give them a little time," he suggested, mainly to the two down by the car.

"Of course, new mothers need their rest," the male said, coming up and standing directly behind Felicite.

"Serina," Felicite called, as they began inside.

With a nodded, she turned from whatever had captured her attention and bounded effortlessly up the steps to catch up. "I think there was something out there," she whispered to Felicite once she had caught up.

"Yes, the guards," she whispered back.

"They have guards?" she asked a bit surprised.

"We have got to get you over thinking the lycans are nothing but brutish animals. They are more like us then you might think," she answered, this time loud enough for Trevor to also hear. "Do you remember living here?" she asked Trevor, prompted by the way he was looking around.

"Yes, but it's different, and yet the same," Trevor answered.

"Well, developers will do that. They liked the idea that it is old, but apparently not the gothic charm," Michael answered. Trevor merely nodded, continuing to look around taking in the familiar corridors and rooms.

They continued on, eventually making it to the kitchen, for a small snack. Michael grabbed his favorite snack, a granola bar and then poured three glasses of blood for them.

"Why do you have blood?" Serina asked.

"Selene and myself," Michael answered.

"Oh right," she said a bit embarrassed at her folly. "Where have you been getting it?"

"Animals," Trevor answered, having taken a sip. "I would say, cow."

"It was the only think she was able to drink for the last few months, well except the little bit of cloned blood we had left," Michael answered.

"Why?" Serina inquired.

"Don't know. I guess the twins weren't too happy with sheep's blood, not that she drank much of anything," he responded.

"She that bad Michael?" Felicite asked.

"She's not doing well, but better. Just don't be surprised by her thinner look," Michael warned mainly for Felicite.

She nodded; taking a sip of the blood Michael had given her. It was cold, but not as bad as everyone had said that animal blood was.

"So, nice choice of locals," Trevor said, after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Well, it was probably the one place the vampires wouldn't look," Michael commented.

"Well, you were right, we never thought to look here, even without Felicite helping us to look other places," he said, a cold bite in his voice. Felicite glanced down, only for a moment, but it was enough for Michael to catch. She was ashamed of what she had done, of lying to this man. She truly cared for him.

They sat for only a few more minutes in an awkward silence before someone new entered the kitchen. "There you are Michael, Felicite. She's awake. And surprisingly enough, so are Isadora and Delano, but they are begging for nothing," she said.

"Give them a few minutes," Michael responded.

"Thanks Felora," Felicite said.

"Of course, but she wants to see you Felicite, just you alone, for a few minutes," she said.

Felicite nodded. Felora took her to the room. "Go ahead in," she said, waiting by the door. Felicite had to hold back a gasp at what she saw. Selene was not the strong warrior she had known, but rather a skeleton of what she was. She was pail for even a vampire, her face and arms looked like they had withered away. She could see almost every bone that was not covered by clothing, which lay baggily on her frame. She had to hold back tears at the sight of her.

"Hey Cat," she opened, sensing her unease at her state. "I'll be fine, now come over here."

"I…I," she stuttered but then nodded her head and came over to the bed. She sat next to her old mentor and friend.

"It's good to see you're still okay," she said, reaching out and gently hugging her. Felicite was tentative, fearing she may break her.

"Of course, I'm stronger then you are willing to admit," Felicite countered after they had released each other.

"I think you are the one who is mistaken. I always knew you were capable, just worried you didn't realize what you were getting into," she corrected. "But that isn't the point. How did they take it?"

Felicite knew what Selene was talking about. "As well as could be expected. Trevor took it better then Serina. He is willing to talk to you and Michael, see for himself you want nothing more than peace. But Serina only agreed because of them," she nodded towards the bassinets. "She was not willing to condemn them to death so young, not without learning more."

"You think Trevor will help?"

"I do, he wants peace, almost seems to need it. He is over the fighting, he had told me that before. Serina however…I just hope that Isadora and Delano can work some serious magic on her," she said looking over in their direction again. "Can I see them?" she asked. Selene nodded with a smile and got out of bed, Felicite following. She felt guilty for not having Selene stay in bed, but it was too late to say anything, and if she had learned nothing else from the three years they lived together, Selene hated to be treated as though she we helpless.

The infants were lying peacefully in their bassinets, looking curiously at the world around them. Anything was fascinating. Their own hands and feet were sights to behold. Isadora was the first to notice her mother. Her eyes seem to light up at the sight of her. Selene gently picked up the infant, and placed her gently in Felicite's arms. "She may cry at first but she'll calm down," she warned.

The infant looked around, but never cried. Her deep blue eyes, already a darker shade then when she was born, scanned the world around her. Her tiny hand wrapped around the finger Felicite offered. Felicite smiled down at the infant as she began to nestle in as though wanting to sleep. "She's beautiful. She already looks so much like you," she said.

They heard a knock at the door, and looked over to see it slowly open. "Selene, you two okay," Michael asked, peeking his head in.

"We're fine," she answered, picking up her son. "Let them in," she said.

Trevor was the first in, followed cautiously by Serina. "Who do you have?" he asked walking up to be just behind Felicite. His one hand wrapped around her waist as he gazed over her shoulder to look down at the babe.

"This is Isadora," she said.

"She looks a lot like you Selene," he mentioned.

"You are not the first to notice that," Michael said with a small laugh. He walked up and stood behind Selene, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"They are like spitting images of you two, it's kind of creepy," Felicite said.

"As much as this moment is sweet, I did not come here just to look at them. I came here to judge for myself, what should be done about what Felicite has told me. I need to know what you intend to do, what is your plan of action?" Serina asked. It was the most forceful and abrasive than Felicite had ever heard her.

"As of now I'm not sure. Our hope is to find something in the history books that will make a bridge, a connection, and uncover the lies the elders have built up over the centuries. As of now I have been unable to find anything, but I feel we are close, we just need more time," Selene responded.

"Perhaps Viktor lied, but Marcus never has," Trevor argued. He removed his arm from around Felicite and backed closer to Serina.

"Nor Amelia."

"Even if they did not come up with lies of their own, they did not deny the ones the others started," Selene mentioned.

"They had no choice, contradicting each other would look weak," Serina countered.

"How sure are you that they have never lied to you?" Felicite asked.

"What?" Trevor was taken aback by her argument.

"Selene was sure for her whole immortal life that Viktor never lied to her, yet her was truly the one who killed her family. How sure are you that he has never lied to you?" she elaborated.

"Why this sudden attack on Marcus?" Trevor asked. He had picked up on the "he" reference in her statement and continued to back way from her and toward Serina.

"The three hybrids in this room are no the only ones in existence," she eluded.

"Where are you going with this?" Michael asked.

"Marcus awoke a hybrid and has hidden it from the coven," she explained.

"How?" Trevor asked.

"Singe, lycan scientist killed in the tomb, his blood must have awoken and turned the elder. He is a descendant of Corvinus, his blood must allow, as Michael's did, for a perfect union between both species."

"Why would he hide? If a hybrid is as powerful as you say they are, why not just tell us, and use force if necessary?" Serina questioned.

"Most if the coven still believe such a creature to be an abomination. Viktor killed his own daughter to destroy the hybrid child she carried. He probably fears what the coven will do. In a fight, a hybrid will win against a few vampires, but a whole coven would kill him," Selene explained, pulling her son in a little closer to her.

"If that were true why would he stay? He has to know someone will figure it out," Trevor inquired.

"That is what I am trying to find out. He must be planning something, something that he needs the coven for. I just haven't been able to figure it out yet," Felicite explained.

"How sure are you that he is a hybrid?" Trevor asked. His tone said he wanted to believe, but he needed proof, proof he could believe.

"He has over heard things no vampire could. I know it could just be because he is an elder, but there is also his scent. He doesn't smell distinctly of hybrid anymore. When I first came to the mansion, I noticed it, and now he covers himself with perfumes to try to hide it, but if you pay attention, you can smell the hybrid," Felicite explained.

"What, that's crazy, he does not smell of hybrid," Serina laughed.

"No, she's right. He no longer smells of vampire. He smells of something else. You have to be close and pay attention, but she's right. I just assumed it was from the dead lycan he had spent time with in the crypt, but it makes more sense now," Trevor agreed.

"What, you're believing her?"

"Yes, I think what they are doing is right. This war should have never started, and it needs to end. We should help them and end this war, once and for all," Trevor said, walking over and standing beside Felicite.

"So you are turning against your own coven?" Serina was appalled.

"Serina-" Trevor began.

"No! I will not allow you to destroy the vampire race, my home, my family," Serina yelled.

Her loud voice startled the twins, but sensing they were same, they merely flinched and nestled closer to the one holding them. "We have no intentions of destroying the vampire coven. Viktor and Lucian are dead, let their conflict follow them to the grave," Michael pleaded.

"How can I trust you, she's a traitor and you're an abomination?" Serina asked. Michael could feel Selene tense, from anger at her words.

"This war means nothing to me, who wins and who looses does not matter. All I care about are my children and Selene. I want to live in relative peace and watch my children grow without constant fear of death and instability," Michael said looking from Serina to his son nestled in Selene's arms. "Will you give us that?"

Serina stood for a moment contemplating. She did not trust these people, but what if they were right, what if Marcus is up to something? The only one she did trust was Trevor, but was his love for Felicite, clouding his judgement? "I will give you the time you require," she decided. "But if I feel as though you will betray me, I will go directly to Marcus and tell him all I know," she said.

"Thank you," Selene said, a look of hope in her eyes and her body relaxing.

As if sensing the fight was over, Isadora began to squirm and whimper, grasping futilely at Felicite's breast. "I think someone is hungry," Felicite said, looking over at Selene. She smiled and gently handed Delano to Michael and took Isadora from Felicite. The child only fussed louder, as her mother took her. Michael put Delano back in his bed, and escorted all but Selene and Felicite out of the room, leaving them to say good bye. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Why?" she asked, sitting down in the rocking chair and opening her blouse, exposing her breast to her daughter.

"You…you'll get back to yourself, stringer, not so sickly?"

"Of course, it just carrying them took a lot out of me. I'll get back," Selene said, looking down at her daughter, who happily suckled.

"Okay, it's just that I've lost the rest of my family, I can't loose you too."

"You won't," she said. "But what about you? You going to be okay?"

"I think so. Trevor seems convinced; it's Serina I'll have to watch. I think she wants the war to end, she just doesn't trust you and Michael, or me for that matter, not anymore. But I think we have bought sometime," Felicite agreed.

"Good luck Cat, and be careful. If Marcus is a hybrid, he will be more dangerous than we realized," Selene warned.

"I know and I will, I promise. Oh, and I'm going to have Michael bring you some blood, you're kids aren't the only ones who need to feed," Felicite said.

"Alright, now get out of here, get to work," Selene said with a smile. Felicite gave her a lopsided one in return and left Selene to feed her children. "I love you," she whispered as her dark daughter closed the door behind her.