Chapter 3: Michael vs. Lucien

The wolf inside Michael wanted blood. They'd attacked him, and he was quite capable of defeating both. He'd defeated the very first Lycan, the strongest of all his kind, he could take these second generation Lycans easily.

Michael started for them. Lucien raised both hands in an 'I'm unarmed' gesture. Michael stopped, and after a moment, decided to revert back to human. He slipped Selene's wallet into his pocket.

"You're supposed to be dead." He said. Lucien grinned, and Raze gave a chuckle.

"Do you have my pendant?" Lucien asked.

"I did. Now it's trapped, in William's prison."

"Ah. So you released William?"

"Not me. Marcus. They're both dead." Lucien's eyes went from smiling to awe.

"Well, well, well. You've proven yourself to be quite more powerful than I expected. Still, I want my pendant back."

"Go get it." Lucien charged at Michael. Michael changed, but Lucien punched Michael before he could change. He swiped with his claws. Lucien jumped over the claws, and delivered a spinning heel kick to Michael's jaw. Michael suddenly realized that he'd never actually fought a Lycan with so much experience. William was an animal, uncontrollable, using much the same bestial fighting style as Michael, but Lucien had trained to use all of his body as a weapon, not just his claws or his blade.

Michael tried to grab Lucien but his hands were knocked away, and he suffered a barrage of pal m punches to the gut for his effort. Michael grabbed Lucien's throat and threw him over his head, and onto the ground, a one-handed suplex. Michael dropped on him, his elbow jutting out, and Lucien gave out a satisfying grunt. Michael rolled to his feet, and reverted back to human. He wasn't an animal, he was a Hybrid. It was past time he started acting like it.

Lucien stood and dusted himself off. Michael stalked toward him. Lucien wasn't unbeatable, but there was a reason he was alpha Lycan. Lucien placed a hand to Michael's chest.

"Stop. All I want is the pendant. Where may I find it?" Michael paused, then held out his arm. Lucien took the limb, and bit into it at the wrist. Blood memories began flashing in his head. He stopped and swallowed, absorbing the rest of the memories in Michael's blood. Lucien nodded and walked away, and Raze followed him closely, as was his duty. Michael calmed the beast inside himself and began running back.

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Selene looked around Michael's room. She couldn't believe how messy this place was. She opened the closet, and accidentally stepped on a cardboard box. She opened it. Reaching in, she puled out a black long-sleeved T-shirt, and a ragged pair of black jeans. She tossed aside the blanket and dressed.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Michael suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, startling her, and she jumped with a scream, then realized who it was a began laughing at herself. Michael was smiling, but weakly.

Selene noticed his expression. "What's wrong?"

"You wearing my wife's clothes." He said, then smiled and held up her cat-faced wallet. Selene took it, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, before he let go and she walked over to the bed. Michael grabbed a shirt and a wool greatcoat he'd almost never worn.

Selene noticed her photo was missing, but didn't bring it up. She hated it to begin with. She grabbed the drawer and pulled out the photo's looking for a good picture of Michael, settled on one, and grabbed the scissors from the same drawer. She cut out his face, and inserted that into her wallet. Michael watched, interested, and she held up the wallet for inspection. Michael smiled.

"We should catch a flight out of Hungary, tonight, if possible." Selene said, putting the wallet into her back pocket. She slipped on her boots and, after a moment's debate, zipped the corset up around her abdomen. She grabbed her coat and holster-laden belt, and together they left apartment 510.

Selene felt something inside her move, and stopped, touching her belly with her other hand. Michael stopped and watched, then leaned down, listening close to her belly.

"Two heartbeats." He said, standing straight again. As in, she was pregnant. Selene stared at him like he was loony. She wasn't pregnant! Unless, of course, she was.

"I'm not pregnant!" she said.

"It thinks differently," he said.

"When did it happen, then, mister doctor?" she asked sarcastically.

"In the container?"

Selene looked mortified. "If we actually have this baby, no conception stories."

Michael got a small, imagining smile n his face. Selene whapped him on the head, and preceded di-rectly to the car. Michael rubbed the spot, smiling wickedly, then followed her.

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Selene sat in the airport, hands splayed out over her belly. What was growing in there? A hybrid? A Vampire? A Lycan? A human? A pure immortal, a true descendant of Corvinus? Selene was worried, not just for them, but for the child inside her womb. A Lycan would forever be trapped by the moon, but would have a semi-normal human life. A vampire would be trapped behind the night, unable to be among others. Selene thought of the possibilities, and suddenly did not want this burden.

"There's a flight out of Hungary, tonight, at eight. I bought some tickets, but It'll probably be delayed." Michael informed sitting down beside his lover. He noticed Selene's broodings. "It'll be fine." He assured her.

"I don't think so." Selene replied.

"Trust me." He said. Selene looked up at him, worry apparent in her expression.

"Mind if we join you?" Lucien asked from behind them. Both Immortals turned, ready to blow/rip Lucien's head off.

"I have nothing here, and Michael is my last hope of uniting the two species, and ending the war. And I have an uncanny feeling that you two will need my experience with Lycans." Selene and Michael exchanged glances.

"If it helps: I hereby swear my allegiance to one Michael Corvinus." Lucien said, performing a graceful, if not necessarily elegant, courtier's bow. Selene holstered her guns, and Michael sat down flat again.

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Er…. Okay, American Lycans. …Happy?

Lucien: thrilled.