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Chapter three.Selene awoke alone.
The empty bed beside her was starved of warmth. She looked around the empty room; Michael was nowhere to be seen. His scent was still strong in the air, so he can't of left too long ago.
Selene slipped out of bed and towards the dresser. Everything was as it should have been; her guns and ammo were there, along with some other weapons and keys. She looked up at the mirror, greeted by an empty reflection left her feeling hollow. On the edge of the mirror there was a yellow post-it note from Michael. Selene read the note and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Hunt tonight.
Leaving at eight.
Selene set down the note and went to the wardrobe. It was filled with clothes the lycans had supplied, but her Death Dealer uniform was gone.
"I'm going to kill him." Selene hissed under her breath. She continued to search through the clothes, finally deciding upon a pair of black cargo pants and black tank top.
"Of all the clothes, the best thing I could find was a pair of god dam cargoes." Selene growled.
"Beep, beep."
Selene turned at the voice, picking up one of her guns and pointing it at the voice. The child could not have been more that six; she had deep blue eyes and dark red hair. She didn't quiver at the gun; she just stood there and looked at Selene.
"What?" Asked Selene.
"Car go beep, beep." The girl replied, rocking on her feet.
"What are you doing up here? Does your mother know you're here?"
The girl thought for a moment, "The alpha sent me to find the scary vampire, you don't seem scary. What's your name?"
"Selene, does your mother know where you are?"
"I'm Sonja, I don't know where my mummy is, maybe the alpha told her."
Selene's look became one of shock when she heard the name, but she quickly regained her composure, "What about your father?"
"He was killed by a vampiress on the night the men went out to collect Michael."
I killed her father, Selene thought, realising she had not yet lowered her gun, the quickly doing so. "What did Michael send you up here for?"
Sonja thought again, "I forgot. I don't think he told me."
"Sonja, may I ask you a question?"
Sonja nodded and stood up straight.
"How many other children are here?"
Sonja started to count on her fingers and frowned. "More than ten."
Selene looked at Sonja; she looked so much like her niece. The same innocent look on her face, the same carefree soul. Happy, just like her before-, don't think about that, Selene, what ever you do. Selene blinked back the forming tears in her cold eyes, she knelt down in front of Sonja, "I'm going on a hunt tonight, so I have to get ready. Can you tell your alpha that he shouldn't throw away other people's clothes?"
Sonja smiled and disappeared into the lycan den.
"The Vampires are currently with out a main base to operate from after the destruction of Orodoghaz. They are now working out of several locations across the city, if we can destroy these locations, it would put a major dint in their plans." Michael's voice rang across the crowded meeting room; all the lycan's warriors were gathered to discuss their next attack. "What do you say?"
There was a mixed mummer of replies, "If we are to attack, we should do so tonight. The Vampires will have not yet set up a surveillance system, they haven't had time."
It wasn't Michael or one of the lycans that spoke. The occupants of the room turned to the source of the voice. Most of the lycans growled at the sight of a vampire sitting in on one of their meetings, convinced she wasn't an ally. They thought of her as an obstacle that was blinding their leader and blocking their path to victory.
"Vampire." One of the lycans roared, pulling a gun from his holster. By the time it was aimed, he was starring down the barrel of Selene's gun.
They both stood still, the desire to shoot was burning. Hundreds of years of unleashed hatred was fighting for (power)(could that be replaced with control?). Screaming at them to fire, to spill the blood of their enemy.
The room around them had fallen silent, all eyes fixed of them, eagerly waiting for the next move.
"Drop your weapons." Michael ordered, moving up the room to the lock. Both of them ignored him, their blood lust too strong.
Michael repeated the words, but they were just lost into the silence. Sick of not getting anywhere, he drew two guns and aimed them at their heads, "Drop your weapons." This time he roared.
"You wouldn't shoot either of us Michael, You need his strength and my inside knowledge." Selene said, her gaze not shifting.
"Don't give yourself so much credit, we were fine before you came." The lycan retaliated.
"If you do not stop this now, neither of you will see anything other that the inside of the dungeons again." Michael cocked his weapons.
The lycan lowered his gun and walked off.
"Get your weapons, we leave as planned." Michael said. The lycans exited the room, leaving Selene and Michael alone.
"Could you at least try, Selene? They would kill you given the chance." Michael said softly. Selene holstered her gun.
"He aimed first. What I did was in defence." Selene answered.
"They don't see it that way, you know that." Michael cupped her chin, "I don't want them to kill you."
"Just because you want something doesn't mean they'll leap to your aid. You're not Lucien."
Michael lent down to kiss her; his lips just brushed Selene's before she backed away. "Not now, Michael. I'm not in the mood."
Michael stroked the side of her face, "We have vampires to hunt." Selene nodded and slid her hand around his wrist, "I know."
Selene moved away from him and adjusted her coat. "Lets go."