Disclaimer: see chapter 13

A/N: Okay, again sorry for the wait. I have so much of this story running around, I work on chapters that are not just the next chapter. I guess this is good and bad, but I promise to work harder on the chapter at hand. Anyway, hope you like this one and please review when done.

Chapter 18: Now What?

It was almost dawn when Felicite pulled the car into the mansion's garage. They barely made it in time; Ordoghaz was already being locked down for the impending day. Serina immediately left the two in the garage, still a bit peeved at how they had ganged up on her back at Castle Corvinus. Neither of them argued, knowing she was mad and having worked out the alibi for being gone on the way home. They had no reason to talk to her further tonight. Besides, they had more important things to attend to.

"Licy, shall we?"

"Huh?"

"Didn't you want to get started on looking for the link, try and figure out what it is that Marcus has planned?"

"Yeah," she said, feeling a bit stupid for not realizing what he meant. The again, maybe if she had been paying attention to him and the world around her a little better she would have understood what he meant.

"Have you found anything of interest?" Felicite asked.

"No, but then again, I don't know what to look for," Trevor answered.

"There has to be something in here that would explain what he is doing. Why he is yet to flee or tell he is a hybrid?"

"Family was always very important to Marcus, maybe he just doesn't want to leave his family," Trevor suggested. "I don't know maybe there is no master plot. Maybe he just wants to finish off the lycans and finish this war."

"Wait, you said family was important to him?" Felicite repeated.

"Yes, but-" he began.

"Was Marcus an only child?" she asked.

Two quotes had been jogged in Felicite's brain. Strangely enough the quotes had come from Viktor, but the might explain what was going on. "There is a descendant of Corvinus lying there, not three feet from you," he had yelled at Singe. "The sons of the Corvinus clan, one bitten by bat, one by wolf, and one to walk the lonely road of mortality. It is a ridiculous legend." 'Perhaps not so much,' Felicite thought.

"Huh?"

"Marcus is a descendant of Corvinus right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Who was his father?"

"Alexander Corvinus."

"But that would make him the first vampire," Felicite argued.

"Exactly. He told me once that Alexander was his father, and that in fact he had turned Viktor, and his arm for help with a task he needed done. He never divulged what the task was, but I got the feeling that once his army was turned, Viktor used it to take control. That is why the death dealers believe Viktor to be the oldest and strongest, they are loyal to him. Marcus lost much of his power and sway in the coven, Amelia and Viktor thought alike, both warriors from the beginning. But that is all I know."

"Perhaps the old legend is not so ridiculous after all," Felicite enlightened.

"Look for Alexander Corvinus and anything on his son, or sons. I think there we will find the answer to our question." Felicite flashed Trevor a smile and began frantically flipping through the pages before her.

When Selene was a carefree mortal girl, she could have slept through any thing. Her father used to joke that even if God rode down on his fiery chariot to announce Armageddon, Selene would not wake. Yet as she grew, her sleep became less deep, so loud unusual noises would wake her such as the screams of someone dying. Then once turned, her hearing became more acute meaning that slightly softer sounds would wake her, especially early on.

But now, it seemed the most minuet change in the sound of her room and Selene would wake. 2 and ½ hours since last being awake, her eyes shot open and with a sigh she began to get up, waking Michael. "What's wrong?" he asked groggily.

"Delano's awake," she answered, sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet hanging over.

"I don't hear anything, how do you know?"

"His breathing's changed," she answered, about to get up.

"Selene, honey, lay back down. They will call as when they need us," he said grabbing her around her waist and pulling her back down next to him.

"Michael, he is going to cry in another minute or so, so why not let me get him now and prevent him from crying and waking his sister," she suggested, trying to get up, but still being weak and Michael being a hybrid, her efforts were futile.

"Crying never hurt anyone and what if he doesn't cry, but falls back asleep. You picking him up will allow him not to sleep."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It's the middle of the day and I'm tired, so let's get some more sleep while we can," he said pulling her closer.

"Michael," she whined quietly, still futily trying to escape his grasp.

"Selene," he mocked, not letting go.

"I'm serious," she said. "Michael, I'm already awake, so let me get my son."

"He's our son and no. If and when he cries, I will get him," he said.

"You going to feed him too?"

He propped himself up on his elbow, not allowing her to move, but now he was able to look into her face. "Very funny. I want you to relax, gain back your strength."

"You see, having a baby kills the whole relaxation thing and having twins really kills it."

"Don't look at me. I may have gotten you pregnant, but you're the reason they're twins," he defended.

She couldn't help but laugh at his look. "You're so cute when you're trying to be innocent." He leaned down and kissed her. She opened to him, deepening the kiss, rousing a need for each other in them both. But before it could go any farther, a cry ripped through the room. "I told you he was awake," she panted.

"I'll get him," he said, getting out of bed. He lifted his tiny son from his bassinet and brought him back to the bed. "Only eight days old and already you're already interrupting mommy and daddy," he told his whimpering son. He had quieted some when picked up, but they both knew he would not totally stop until fed by his mother.

"It's probably better," she said taking her son and allowing him to eat.

"I guess," he answered, sounding a bit disappointed.

"I didn't even go full term, what would you have done if I did?" she asked, having caught his tone.

"I would wait forever for you," he said.

"Sucking up won't get anything right now," she said. "Isadora will be awake soon."

"You hear that too?" he asked sarcastically.

"Keep it up, you won't get anything for longer than if I went full term," she threatened. "But Delano's awake so logically she will be hungry soon too."

"It's a vicious cycle," Michael commented. He sat next to her on the bed, lightly stroking his son's soft light brown hair. "But, I was kidding, and I love you," he said, leaning over and kissing her lips softly.

"Now that will get you everywhere," she whispered. He smiled as he kissed her once more before allowing their son to eat in peace.