(A.N: For the disclaimer, see the first chapter. This piece is basically my wanting to explain in more depth why Selene would turn against her mentor. )

Bring back my life- Betrayed

She had given everything for him.

Even before he had turned her into a Vampire, she had already decided. Her human subconscious had her believing every lie, and even as a vampire she didn't have any doubt that were he to tell her the earth was blue and the sky red, she would believe he spoke of the seas and the bleeding dawn. What a twisted delusion she'd kept herself in for centuries.

Her reprieve from the lies should have been sweet. She should have humbly accepted she had but imagined his caring, honest ways and moved on. She couldn't.

Even now, as she lay against the concrete wall, her suit soaking in pools of sewer water, her tears were alien. She refused to believe he had lied to her from the beginning, even if he'd had no qualms to violently pull her away from Michael and was now holding the soon-to-be hybrid by the throat.

She gave a soft gasp as he hurled Michael through a wall, and flinched when she heard his body land in the filthy water, but she understood; Michael was a Lycan. She hadn't drunk even a drop of his blood, for it would turn against her; his virus would rip her slowly apart from the inside out. He was her enemy. He should have been dead, killed by her hand. But curiosity had gotten the best of her, and now, finally, his fate would come to him at the hands of her dark father.

"Where is he?" Viktor snapped at her. For a moment her confused brain wondered if he meant Michael. "Where's Kraven?" He elaborated.

The deceiving, miserable rat? Gone, long gone. Escaped, as he usually did. But why? Why lie to her and then run away? Unless…

No carcass.

The Lycans in the barn, those many centuries ago. The beasts had no fear of Vampires, they were equals in strength and agility. Her very experience spoke against it; Lycans stubbornly stood their ground. They wouldn't have run away, not even from an Elder. So why had there been no dead bodies around her house?

Kraven's allegiance with Lucian sounded smarter now. A Lycan, sworn enemy, over a tyrant ruler seemed like a bearable risk.

The first tear fell, and Viktor crouched down next to her and asked for forgiveness. She stared at his wrinkled, dead-like features, before mustering enough courage to speak.

"It wasn't the Lycans." She said quietly, afraid for her life now. As she thought about it, it became clearer to her. The cleanliness of the bodies, as opposed to the gory mess a Lycan would have made. The horses, quieting down after seeing a human figure…

"It was you." She hissed finally. His blank face served as a confirmation. "How could you bear my trust, knowing that you killed my family?"

"Yes. I have taken from you." He said. She looked away. "But I have given so much more. Is it not a fair trade, the life I have granted you? The gift of immortality?"

"And the life of your daughter?" She snapped tearily in retaliation. "Your own flesh and blood?"

He walked to Lucian's still body, tossed away in a corner, and knelt down to pull Sonja's necklace off his neck.

"I loved my daughter." He started, coming closer to loom over her. "But the abomination growing in her womb was a betrayal of me and of the covenant!"

Her eyes wandered to the hole in the wall, as she heard snapping and heavy breathing coming from Michael. His eyes followed hers.

"I did what was necessary to protect the species. As I am forced to do yet again." He pulled out his ornate sword and turned to leave Selene alone and engage Michael.

After that, it was chaos. Selene was not aware of half the things she did. In a hurry to protect Michael, she turned against the three death dealers shooting silver nitrate at the hybrid. She didn't even notice the blow Viktor dealt her, and once she regained consciousness, her eyes came to rest on the golden handle of Viktor's discarded weapon.

On impulse, she picked it up, risking a glance at Michael and Viktor. Fearing for Michael, she lunged at the Elder, feeling the sword slice through flesh and bone. Upon landing, she turned. A furious Viktor glared at her, producing two long knives from his sleeves. Selene held the sword up, blood dripping from it, and Viktor stared until the top of his head slid off, and his body fell to the ground.

Selene sighed. The feeling of triumph she should have felt from dealing Viktor his comeuppance was dimmed by her fading attachment to him. She released the sword, staring around herself numbly and noticing the cowering Lycans. She bent down and recovered Sonja's necklace, turning to look at Michael.

Viktor's death had been the end of Selene, the death dealer. But, as she now realized, Michael was just the beginning of a wiser, less brutal self. Regardless of the consequences killing an Elder would have, she was more than happy to finally leave the sewers with Michael.