Selene looked up at the door and wiped her gore stained hand on her cargo pants. The door opened, several armed Death Dealers were posed ready to shoot her if she dared disobey Kraven's wishes.

The lead Death Dealer stormed into her room and grabbed her by the arm. He nodded to the other Death Dealers and dragged her down the hall, much as she had been when she had woken Victor. They lead her through the halls and out into a large garden. In the center of the garden rows of chairs were lined up before what looked the vampire version of a churches altar.

Vampires sat on the chairs and up near the altar, much to her displeasure was Kraven, looking rather pleased with himself. When he saw her still in what she had arrived in, a look of anger crossed his face. It lingered on his face briefly but it was soon replaced with the same smug look he had been wearing before.

Vampiresses looked up him, their faces a mix of lust and hate. Each one of them had been fighting for his attention ever since he "killed" Lucien. A mix of noble vampires sat behind them, all dressed in their finest.

Selene cast her gaze over them. Familiar faces were splashed across them. Any other time they would have been happy to see her, but under the circumstances she was hated. Kahn sat towards the back, his face a mix of boredom and wariness. He knew her best and highly doubted that she wouldn't put up a fight.

The Death Dealer that was gripping her arm gave her a hard shove in Kraven's direction. She turned and hissed. He raised his hand to signal the other Death Dealers, they lifted their weapons and took aim.

Selene turned back to the altar and slowly walked towards Kraven. Her mind instantly went to Michael, his soft hands and loving nature, his doctor like instincts and how he was instantly at the side of the wounded lycans. His kindness and love seemed to have a stronger pull than that of blood lust. All she wanted at this moment was to be at his side, in his arms, just as long as she was with him. It seemed that she would kill for it to be him at the altar, and she would have to.

Selene didn't realise that she had stopped walking, or that bloody tears were glistening in her ice blue eyes. Suddenly she felt so lonely.

Behind her a Death Dealer fired a shot into the sky, dragging her wandering mind back to the present. She started to walk again, dragging her feet. She seemed to be at the altar all too soon.

Kraven looked at the blood on her pants. "Erika's?" He asked, "Did you have to kill her, she was useful."

"Then why didn't you marry her?" Selene hissed, spitting on him. Kraven looked at her in disgust, "Soon you will be seeing things from my point of view." He growled, "And not that abominations."

"We remember how well things went last time you said that." She replied, a cold smile briefly dancing on her lips.

Kraven opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by the vampiric priest starting the ceremony.

The whole time Selene's eyes wandered, seeking some hint of the lycans and Michael. As the ceremony went on her hopes ebbed away. Either they were extremely well hidden or they weren't here, and the second was favoured.

The words I do didn't register when Kraven said them. Her eyes kept searching, her heart begging that he was here. She heard her name and looked at Kraven, his face was lit up with victory. Her mind would not except that Michael wasn't here, he had to be, he was her only hope. Her eyes travelled past Kraven and into the bushed behind him. Sitting in the branches was Michael, his face showed that he shared her pain. There were tears in his eyes.

Selene let a single tear fall and whispered, "I'm sorry, Michael."

Kraven noticed her staring past him, he cocked his head to the side and glared at her. Selene looked again, this time to find empty branches.

"I," Selene said, her voice shaky, "I, I do."

Kraven gave a victory laugh and kissed her. She didn't kiss back.

It was done, she was married.

Selene thought she heard an anguished howl in the night.