Reposted Chapter.
Chapter 11: Anytime
"What!" Everyone in the security room jumped at Michael's booming voice. Victoria shot them all a glare and they quickly returned to their work.
"My god, where are you? Are you and Nyssa safe?"
"We're fine, for now," Selene's voice replied over the phone. She stood in the passageway between the main and secondary cabin of the plane. Since it was a private 747, the back of it featured a private room with a queen size bed; perfect location for her sleeping child. "The captain and crew are all lycans from our extended coven. The captain overheard Jason talking about splitting the bounty on Nyssa's head."
Michael ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "What happened at the airport?"
"The crew ended up taking out the group of Dealers waiting for us and we took off again. We just finished changing planes in a small airport in Pennsylvania."
"Where are you going?" He didn't like the weary sigh that whooshed over the reciever.
"We're going to Pest. Michael," she stopped him as he began to speak, "I've already contacted our allies there." She lowered her voice, turning into the wall so no one could hear. "If worst comes to worst, I'll take her to my house in the valley. One way or another, we'll be safe."
She smiled at Michael's anxious breaths, his concern palpable without words. "Okay. But I'm joining you there then. I'll keep it quiet then come to you in about a week."
"Alright."
"How is she?"
"Asleep. I had to give her some medication to calm her and she passed out again. She's not exactly fond of being with the coven again."
"Okay. Send my love."
"I will."
"Be safe, Selene. I love you.
"I love you. And we will be."
Michael hung up the phone and took a few deep cleansing breaths before turning to Victoria. "I want everyone questioned about this. If they know anything or seem suspicious, I want them in lock down." She bowed briefly before moving away. He leaned over, resting his elbows on a chair back with his head in his hands.
Please God, let them be safe, he prayed silently. "Victoria," he called. She came closer, leaning down to hear him. "Get everything set up for me to fly out in few days. I'm going to Pest."
Selene crept into the back room. Sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, she removed her boots, allowing her feet some comfort. It was a 17 hour flight to Pest so she figured she might as well try to sleep a bit. She removed the binding leather corset and unzipped the body suit down the top of her chest. She rubbed her hands over her face, trying to calm herself.
It will be alright, Selene. They don't know where you're going and you can escape easier in a place you know by heart.
Laying back atop the covers, she watched Nyssa for a few beats before wrapping her arms around her. Nyssa mumbled softly before curling into her mother's embrace. Only a few minutes passed before sleep came to her.
"They found out."
"Yes, m'lord."
"And they escaped?"
"Yes, m'lord."
"So, what have you done to correct this situation?"
Samuel handed Marcus a black remote. A small screen glowed blue, a map of the world digitally reflecting on its surface. "I took the liberty of placing a tag on the child's shoe. We can find out where they are at any time." He leaned over, pressing a small grey button. Immediately, a small white dot blinked on the screen, just moving past the edge of the eastern seaboard out onto the Atlantic.
Marcus nodded. "I'm pleased you thought so well ahead on this. For now, your failure is remedied. Do not let it happen again." He waved his hand, dismissing the traterious lycan commander.
"Yes, m'lord," he replied, bowing low before leaving. As the door to his private chambers shut, Marcus smiled wickedly.
"Selene, you've just made this more convient than you know," he mused aloud. He sat back in his chair, opening up a drawer in the desk. He pulled out a wooden box, stained blood-red oak with the Corvinus family crest carved into the top. Retrieving a key from his pocket, he undid the lock with a soft click. The lid swung open and he stared down at his precious keepsake.
He ran his fingers over the grooves and ridges of the large metal plate. With only one half of it present, the key resembled just an average artifact from early mideval days. The other half, the pendant worn by so many who never knew its purpose, was in Michael's posession. He stared at the key plate with fiery eyes.
"We will as we should," he reminded himself, gripping the plate in a iron grasp. "In time."
A soft knock came at the door. He placed the plate back, locking the box and hiding back within his desk. "Enter," he called in a calm voice.
The door opened just enough for Erika to get through. She threw the smaller lock when she shut the door, not wanting any disturbances. She smiled softly and walked to him, her dress jacket flowing behind her. She accepted Marcus' hand, moving next to his chair as he kissed her knuckles.
"Have you spoken to your nephew?"
"Yes. I told him to pick more discreet associates the next time around." She looked at him with a bright smile. "Thank you for letting there be a nex time."
"I know you are fond of him and he is the part of your family line still alive. Unlike my father, I appriciate family bonds. They can be used for and against you. In this case, its for his favor." He dropped a pile of paper he paged through on the desk, looking up at his consort. She leaned against the desk, looking down on his papers with slight curiousity. The long dress jacket was made of deep blue velour, intricate designs stitched into the sleeves and collar. Beneath it, she wore tight black leather pants and a lace tank top. "You look beautiful," he commented, running his hand down the inside of her thigh.
"I felt beautiful this evening and thought I should dress as such." He grabbed her hips and brought her to him, straddling his legs.
"You always look beautiful," he whispered. Slowly, he kissed her sternum through the lacy material. She giggled quietly, letting him squeeze her thighs to the point of it being painful. When he pulled back, she dropped her shoulders, letting the dress coat fall to the floor. Marcus laughed deeply; the tank top was completely sheer.
"I will accomplish nothing with like this," he mocked, moving in to kiss her breast. "You are a marvelous waste of precious time."
"Shall I leave? I know you so want to track the girl down." She gasped when his teeth broke the tender flesh just above her nipple. Blood streamed out of the wound and down her torso. He licked the liquid up, sucking on the bite in long, harsh droughts. When she began to sway, blood lose causing her to feel light headed, he looked up into her now electric green eyes.
"She will be found," he said in a dangerous voice. "And when she is, the three of us rule over both great races."
"What makes you think it will be so easy," Erika mocked as he pulled the top completely off of her. "Selene is not one for letting her daughter die."
"Oh," he smiled at her, his fangs dripping with her blood, "don't you worry about Selene. By the time we finish, there will be nothing left for her to mourn. She'll suffer for her crimes against us through her daughter. I can think of no better torture for any mother. Now hush and let us enjoy this calm."
He pressed their lips together, his heated words and promises so close to fruition he could not hold back the passion the flooded his veins.
A/N: I'm sorry its taking so long to get to the big action. The next chapter will pick up pace I promise. I plan on making this story only 20 to 25 chapters , so it will kick into high gear soon. thank you for all your praise and support.
in regards to "You and I Both" & "Someday": these stories take place before "Running". they're kind of a way for me to show you what Selene and Michael were like prior to the main story. i've gotten a few comments from my friends that Selene must be very maternal to act the way she does around and in relation to Nyssa. i pictured Selene these stories the way she might have been if Viktor never bit her and she lived as a mortal in the 1200's. hope that explains it.
oh, P.S.- Samuel is not dead.
until next chapter,
anthestria.