Chapter 6: Coven

Selene stepped into the posh parlor, greeted by at least twenty vampires, all of them smoking or drinking. Selene found it pathetic and disgusting. Michael found it revolting enough to literally gag. (Which he did, that was some thick smoke.)

A Robe-wearing vampire approached them, a glass of blood in one hand, a busty blonde in the other. Michael immediately shifted to hybrid form and leapt up to the third floor, backwards, with a loud growl. Selene heard some shouts, then two leather-clad death dealers were tossed to the ground.

'Calm down, animal.' She thought at the cocky hybrid. He'd obviously had too much power in his hands.

"I'm Telemichus, you can call me Fayde, everybody else does." Selene had to wonder how he'd gotten that name. "I'm not going to explain my name, either, so stop thinking it."

"Selene."

"Pleasure." Telemichus said, removing his hand from the blond, to kiss Selene's hand. Selene actually let him. He was better than Kraven, at least. Michael watched from the staircase, his eyes narrowed. "And I'll take it the hybrid's name is grumpy." Fayde looked skywards and smiled. Michael only returned with a sneer.

"The stray is getting jumpy." A vampire noted. Michael turned and walked down the hall.

"Silence, Soren. I'll discipline you myself if you continue. I'm to show you two to your rooms. If you'll follow." Fayde jumped straight to the third as well, glass in hand. He landed on carpet with a soft sound, much softer than Michael. Selene stared, impressed. She took the stairs up.

"We only need one room." Michael spat, not impressed.

"Apologies, Corvinus, one gathers your hearing is superior to Grim's. As a descendant of the Corvus himself, you're possibly the most powerful being on the planet." Fayde continued past Michael. Selene placed a hand on Michael's arm.

Michael stopped mid-step and drew in a deep breath. His body was going crazy! He wanted to rip out every male's throat in the room! Hell, the whole house, if he could. Michael forced his body to shut up. Selene wouldn't leave him for a mere vampire.

But why was hid body worried about someone being a vampire? He was half-vampire and in no position to discriminate by race. But it was tempting. Damn tempting.

Fayde stopped and turned mid-stride. "Calm yourself, Corvinus. Your mate is at no threat, and no male in this house is stupid enough to steal a mate from one of Grim's descendants!" He shouted. "Your body is pissing you off for mating season, which in turn releases pheromones which piss me off in return, and every other vamp or Lycan in the bleeding house! So do your freaking business tonight so you don't have the problem in the evening!" Fayde went back to stalking towards the bedrooms, eventually stopping beside a set of double doors. "This one has two beds, just in case. Sorry for my behavior, it's the hormones." Selene marched in, followed closely by Michael, who growled at Fayde as he passed, muttering "asshole."

Fayde closed the door, and locked it. "I'm never going to sleep today." He muttered.

Selene turned to Michael and marched right up in his face. "What is wrong with you!?"

"It's all of them. I can't stand you being around them, It's like half my brain wants to kill them, and the other half agrees." He paused to punch the wall, almost randomly. "Dammit!!! I can't control how my own body is acting!" Selene thought about her options. Either she could let Michael fight everyone in the house and assume his ownership of her, or…Selene removed her corset and shirt, unbuttoning her pants.

She covered herself and cleared her throat. Michael looked and took a hell of a lot of interest. "Let's not avoid it." Michael was panting by the time she'd finished her sentence. She moved her arms, only a little, but Michael was on her before she was done, pressing his lips against hers. Selene wrapped her arms around his shoulders, suddenly overcome by the same feeling as Michael.

She squeezed his back, so hard her fingernails cut into his skin, drawing blood. Yet still she squeezed. Suddenly something cracked, with a sound like a gunshot. Michael raised his head and roared in pain, eyes blacker than she'd ever seen them. She jumped backwards, afraid she'd hurt him. Michael bent in half, clutching his back. She had hurt him!

"I-I'm sorry!" she cried, feeling terribly guilty now. She'd hurt him! Michael straightened, and his back popped.

"I'm okay." He said, roughly. He tried to bend over again, causing another pop. "Nope, I'm not." He walked over to the bed. Selene grabbed an arm, helping guide him. She helped him lie down, setting his head in her lap.

"Have we been here before?" Michael asked. Selene searched her memory and realized they had. When he'd…. She leaned down onto Michael. 'Don't think about it,' she told herself.

Michael sat up, eyes adjusting to the light. He realized where he was in a flash. He felt around the bed, and found Selene's sleeping form next to him. He must've worn her out. (Which was a feat, but nothing Michael was going to brag about.) Luckily, his body wasn't screaming at him anymore, it was too tired, or too sated, to complain. Michael didn't care, his brain was working on autopilot. He was still a little dazed from orgasm.

I'm going to stop there. I'm losing my cool. I actually liked writing this chapter. Anyway, reviews, peoples! Reviews! (And just for the rec9ord, I've got a new policy concerning reviews. If this story is on your favorites list, and you have left no reviews, I will block you.)