Hey, everyone. Here's chapter…. Thirteen. Just about at the end. On afterthought, I sorta wish I had planned this story out, made a detailed outline before I wrote it… but nope. It's been nearly 100 improvising, writing this story. I'm a little like the hitman, Vincent, in the film Collateral, making everything by improvising. Heck, I've only watched the film UnderWorld twice, though. So it figures the story would be a work of improvisation. Ah, more of a foreword than you expect on most days from some Fanfic author, eh? Well, on with the show.
Oh, and to whoever said Orithian's opinion of Selene was somewhat hypocritical…. It wasn't. Take my word, it was not.
Oh, and sorry for not updating sooner. I was extremely sick for a week.
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Orithian glanced around. He needed a lycan to fight Viktor, and the three-quarters-dead werewolf on the ground was not going to be much help. The floor shook like an earthquake had struck. Orithian took a peek at the brawl. The room was efficiently being deconstructed. What will police say happened here, should they come? He wondered idly. 'Fighters obviously combated using dynamite charges.' Back to business on hand. He needed a lycan.
The answer came to him. He grabbed his walkie-talkie. There was a small amount of talk on the channel. Orithian pushed several buttons, and the radio started scanning all frequencies.
"They're pushing us back! The vampires are surrounding us, we need backup!" A voice screamed frantically over the radio. It wasn't the channel Orithian's team was using.
"Nathaniel? Are you there?" He asked into the radio. There was slight silence. "Nathaniel, I know you have a radio. Answer the call, for pete's sake!" There was a reply.
"Get off the channel, Andrew! I let your buddy Chris go free, what more do you want?!" Nathaniel demanded tersely.
"Vampire decided to kill a hostage, um, Michael Corvin. I need a little help dealing with Viktor." He asked, hoping that fact that the vampire elder was reckoned to be invincible would not deter Nathaniel.
"Oh, great! Why don't you just ask me to deal with Darth Maul!? Or maybe Dracula?! I'd probably have more luck fighting him!" He shouted.
"Well, you'll have a hybrid helping you, and I shot him 15 times with uv rounds," Orithian told him.
"Well, in that case," Nathaniel said. "I'll give it a whack." The second line sounded different. He turned. There was Nathaniel, who had just slid down a ladder.
Nathaniel glanced at the hole in the wall, and looked through. Michael and Viktor were not speeding to kill each other quickly. Nathaniel tossed his ak-47 down on the ground, and took his shirt off, putting it on his gun. Orithian took a few quick steps back. The change was rather groteqsue: the huhman flesh fell away in patches, revealing a wolf-like creature. He snarled and lunged forward.
Viktor was taken off guard. The lycan plowed into him, taking him through a wall. Orithian couldn't see were Selene was. Viktor grabbed Nathaniel by one arm, turned, and hurled him away, before flapping his huge wings and flying upwards, attempting to get away. Nathaniel leaped up, and latched onto his ankle, yanking him back down. He grabbed Viktor with a paw the size of a small desk, and slashed his throat. Viktor grappled desperately, blood pouring from his neck.
Orithian watched with horror and fascination as Viktor died. The flesh on the vampire turned to dust in mere seconds, his skeleton falling apart. Orithian knew what was happening. He was aging in his last moments as if he was human. Three seconds later almost nothing was left. Nathaniel cast the corpse away. The fur fell off in patches, as he stumbled towards his coat, completely exhausted, fully human. At least for a minute.
"Show up after years, and demand I whack an old guy for you…" Nathaniel muttered, sitting down, holding his head in his hands. Orithian raised his eyebrows and smirked. Then he looked at Michael. Selene walked over, staring at the dead vampire elder. The she looked at Nathaniel, fingering her pistol. Then she merely tossed it away, it landing in a puddle.
"He's dead…. My family is finally avenged," she said softly. Michael Corvin tottered over. Orithian caught his arm and steadied him. "Easy, Michael."
Selene stared at the body. "What does one life mean in the grand scheme of things?" She asked, no one in particular. Orithian, startled, glanced at Nathaniel. All he did was point at Selene, then make the 'insane' gesture next to his head.
"I'll tell you the answer," Orithian said, looking at Selene. She looked at him. He continued. "As much as that person makes their life mean."
All the heads snapped back towards the tunnel. Gunfire echoed off the walls. The battle was nearing.
"Quick," Orithian said. He looked at Selene and Michael. "You two, get out of here. Fast. Selene, make sure Michael stays safe." Selene looked at him as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Then the expression on her face changed, and she glanced at the body of Viktor.
"Fine, oh wise and mighty guardian." She said, with more than a hint of sarcasm. "I'll keep him safe." She glanced at Michael. "Com'on, doctor!" She turned and started running towards a ladder going up. Michael followed. Orithian realized he had forgotten something.
"Wait!" He called out. They stopped, and he ran over, taking something out of his pocket. They were two rings, that looked like they were made from tiny strands of silver and strands of gold weaved together intricately. He handed on to both of them. "If you wear these, whenever you encounter a Parabellum agent or spy or worker, they will provide you with anything you need. Money, weapons, clothes, vehicles. These rings mark you as an ally of Parabellum." Selene glanced at the ring, then slipped it on. Michael did as well.
"Thank you for all that you did for me." Michael said quietly. "I'll remember you."
Selene merely said, "Appreciate it. Now lets go!" She started climbing the ladder with good speed. Michael followed close behind. Orithian felt slightly sad at seeing them go. Oh well, he thought.
"Lets get going as well, Nath-" he turned, and saw the empty space his brother had occupied a moment earlier. His eye's caught something. A scrap of paper. He picked it up.
It was good to see you again.
Did you have to kill Kruaser?
See you around,
N.
Orithian carefully folded the piece of paper and placed it in a vest pouch. He heard foosteps, and threw himself behind some cover. Three men entered the room, dressed similar to himself. Guardians!
"Ruiz! Johnson! Harrision!" Orithian said, greeting the soldiers. "Glad to see you!" They looked at him, and his red clothes.
"What happened to you, sir?" Ruiz asked respectfully. Orithian glanced at his red arm, then accepted the uzi Johnson handed him.
"Everyone keeps asking me that." Orithian said. "Are all the hostages recovered?"
"Yes. Alive, all of them. But Michael is nowhere to be found." Harrision replied shortly. "We have to extract ASAP. Also had to find you before we could leave." He nodded towards a route. "That way will get us out of here." They started towards it. Ruiz spotted the remains of Viktor.
"What is that?" He asked tentatively.
"That?" Orithian asked mildly, pointing at the remains. Ruiz nodded. "Oh," Orithian said, cheerily. "It was like that when I got here."
The End.
Epilogue
Orithian and the other guardians escaped to the helicopters safely. Hoot lived. So did Kraven, and Lucian. The lycans suffered great casualties at that fight, and the war waged on. Parabellum didn't go on any more missions with the vampires, who became suspicious at the fact that the lycans suddenly seemed to be using the same equipment as Parabellum warriors.
Selene and Michael disappeared into the UnderWorld. The vampires eventually gave up trying to find Selene, who they blamed for Viktor's death. Parabellum mainted that Michael's corspe had been recovered and cremated.
And Nathaniel also escaped.
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Many thanks to the reviewers who kept me writing this story. Such as Cass of the East, Zevampyre, Shadowshaveoffened, and, last but not least, London Vixen, for who I spared Kraven.
If I forgot to mention you, and you reviewed a lot, just be glad I wrote the story.
Oh, and what should I write next? I was thinking a Resident Evil 4 fanfic, or maybe X-Men.
Oh, and I hoped you liked story.
Goodbye,
Andrew Fisher15