Geo stormed into Michael's room and flicked on the lights. "Get your ass out of bed! We're going on a hunt."
Michael rolled away from the light and grumbled an objection. Geo sighed and tossed the weapons on the bed next to Michael, "I know you're upset, but mopping around isn't going to bring her back or stop the ceremony. You're acting like the girlfriend."
Michael sat up and looked at the weapons, "What do you suggest then?" He snapped.
"We crash the wedding, kill Kraven and all the other bloods in that place. Excluding Selene, of course." Geo answered.
"Even if I kill him, she can't remarry, it's against tradition."
Geo sat down next to Michael; "You've only been an immortal for a year. You must remember that you still have lots to learn. We're not human our laws are different."
These words sparked hope in Michael; "Do you have a plan?"
Geo bit his lip, "Negative. Well, not one that wouldn't result in the death of Selene."
"Where are the vampires now?"
"At a mansion, on the other side of Budapest."
Michael picked up the weapons and started arming himself; "We'll leave before sunset and place the Lycans around the location of the ceremony. I'll rescue Selene and the Lycans can do what they do best."
"I'll go inform them. They are eager for blood shed after the lack of success from the last hunt." Geo stood up and left, leaving Michael to prepare.
Snow lightly dusted the grass-covered ground. The golden sun hung on the horizon, like it was reluctant to set. Lycan warriors scurried across the grounds, while Geo moved to the security booth.
The booth was empty, to no one's surprise. The lights on the panel's flashed, making it appear like it was been operated from another location. After quickly scanning the booth for cameras, Geo set to work disarming the security.
Michael moved along with the team of Lycans that were going to storm the mansion. His hands moved to the two Berttas that were holstered at his hip. For Selene. His eyes locked on a window on the second floor, his instincts told him that was the room his beloved was in. Across the horizon the sun faded into the sunset and darkness blanked the mansion, waking the sleeping Vampires inside.
The heavy drapes that covered the closed window opened, reveling Selene standing with a chair, like she was going to smash it.
Michael smiled; she was still avoiding the inevitable. With one last look for luck, Michael moved into the shadows.
Selene held the chair like a battering ram, aimed at the window. With all her immortal strength she ran at the window. To her disappointment the only thing the break was the Chair, sending Selene stumbling backwards. Selene growled in frustration and let go of the chair. She moved closer to the window and gazed down upon the grounds. Her eyes fell on a shadow in the trees. Was it her imagination or was her beloved hybrid there?
Selene didn't have time to ponder. "This time you'll be wearing something elegant." A familiar annoying voice chirped from behind her.
"Over my dead body." Selene snapped back.
Erika smiled and moved next to Selene, "You're already dead." Her smile faded, "You are not fit to be Kraven's queen."
"And you are?" Selene replied, her voice returning to it's emotionless self. Erika's eyes flashed cold hate, "More fit than the dirt that you are, running away with an abomination, killing your sire."
"You call me that, yet you lust after Kraven, even after you found out he was in league with Lucien."
"He did no such thing!" Erika screeched, throwing herself at Selene. Erika's last action in life was an attempt to rip Selene's throat out. But it was not Selene's throat that was ripped out.
Selene dropped Erika's body to the ground and looked at her blood-covered hand. Her eyes danced into their ice blue self.
A knock at the door brought her back from the brink of bloodlust. It was time, weather she liked it or not.