Disclaimer: I didn't own UW before, and I don't now. (Sighs)

Anya swung her sword skillfully at Gedeon. She had asked him to spar with her, mostly to release some tension. Anya knew that with Gedeon she could fight with everything she had; he would not hold himself back because of her status, or sex unlike most of her soldiers. Gedeon parried easily and raised his broadsword above his head before presenting her with an attack of his own. She managed to block him, but her sword rattled with the strength of his blow. She staggered backwards, and fought to regain her balance. She backed up a few more steps before going on the offensive once more. She danced around him, swinging with every opportunity, and using his enormous size against him. They continued this way for several minutes until Anya found an opening in his defense. She faked a swing and when he brought up his sword to block, she gave him a high kick in the face. He fell backwards, and as he hit the ground Anya pointed the tip of her sword right at his jugular. Gedeon dropped his sword in defeat.

"I win", she said pleasantly. She felt much better. The conflicting emotions that had plagued her earlier were all but gone from her mind. Anya smiled at her fallen opponent. "You put up a good fight this time, I thought I was going to faint with the strength of that one blow."

Gedeon rubbed at his jaw. "Did you really have to hit me so hard? That hurt like hell." She offered him a hand up and he took it.

"Sorry", she said. "But how else was I supposed to defeat a giant like you?"

He laughed hardily. "You've got that right milady", he shook his head slowly. "I'm going to tend to this before my entire face begins to swell." She laughed merrily at that.

"I truly hope not. Aliz will have my hide if it does." She probably would, thought Anya. Gedeon's young bride was a fearsome woman. He smiled at her once more before departing. Anya then turned to face the on looking soldiers with a wicked looking smile on her face.

"Alright", she said sweetly. "Who's next?"

From across the courtyard, Raze was watching the Lady Anya pummel the hell out of her adversary. He still did not trust the woman's motives, but he couldn't help but admire her skill. She's not bad for a woman, he thought. Her fighting skills were not the only thing that caught Raze's attention: Anya was a beautiful woman. She had a willowy frame, and was as tall as a man. She also had dark, almond shaped eyes that seemed to be bottomless in depth. There was strength in her that radiated from within. (A/N: Sorry, I know this description is a little late in coming :P) She was alluring to Raze, to say the least. He had never, in his forty years of life, encountered a woman quite like her. Raze smiled to himself. Perhaps she would be interested in the promise of immortality? He gave a rumbling chuckle. Well Raze could only hope. He gave her one last look then turned to go search for his alpha. Xristo, Sabas and Istvan had returned, and he had to inform Lucian right away.

Selene thought she was going to die. The pain of the vampire's bite was greater than she had anticipated. She was frightened to the core, and she couldn't believe she had agreed to this. What if Elek didn't stop and bled her dry? She shuddered at the thought. After what had seemed like an eternity, the vampire drew back. Her blood stained his lips and colored them a ruby red. Viktor came up from behind him and pushed him aside.

"Are you feeling alright, child?" he asked her with, what seemed, genuine concern. She managed to nod. Selene was feeling faint and extremely weak from the loss of blood. Other than that she felt no different. Had it worked? Was she a vampire now? Viktor seemed to get the gist of her thoughts because he smiled at her comfortingly.

"You must rest now, my dear. Sleep, and when you awake you will find the world to be a changed place." Selene took comfort at his words. At a signal from Viktor, Elek offered her his arm for stability.

"Show her to her rooms", he said. Viktor then turned to Selene and gave her a fatherly kiss on the forehead. Selene followed Elek, to weak to care where he took her, as long as she got to lie down. As soon as her head hit the pillow of her bed, Selene slept. She did not even feel it as her humanity and warmth faded away, granting her the cold, immortal flesh of the undead.

Lucian strode down the hallways of Cachtice Castle. His footsteps echoed loudly in the empty halls. He had just spoken to Raze and was headed to see Anya. Anya? Since when has she become simply Anya in my thoughts? Lucian asked himself, more than a little vexed. The Lady Anya, he corrected. He would make sure that he kept it that way. There would be no sense in involving himself with her on more informal terms. He was about to steal her men from under her. She was sure to hate him after that.

"Milady", he called as he spotted her in the courtyard, beating the snot out of one of her soldiers. Lucian was a bit amused at that, but was careful not to let it show on his face. He waited patiently as she made her way over to him.

"Lucian", she looked at the Lycan, obviously annoyed at being interrupted. Against his will, he chuckled at her expression.

"Lady Anya, I need a word in private"

"Of course", she said, and then turned to her adversary. "We'll have to finish this another time Kardos." Anya pretended not to see his relieved expression. "Follow me", she said referring once again to Lucian. She didn't wait for an answer but went and started walking ahead of him. Lucian followed her with an almost inaudible sigh. God help me, he thought. She reminds me of Sonja. Lucian felt the familiar surge of grief wash over him. It came, as always, with the thought of his dead bride. Anya looked nothing like Sonja of course, but their characters were very similar. Both women were very strong, natural leaders. There was also the fact that they were both deadly in battle. Lucian pursed his lips at the thought. He was absolutely sure that Anya would be formidable in battle. He could use her as a soldier. Lucian was interrupted from his musings by Anya's exasperated voice.

"Well? Speak." They had reached the castle library. "I haven't got all day", her tone confused Lucian. He had done nothing to anger her. Yet, he amended quickly. He was about to send her into a rage, if he had interpreted her character correctly. Lucian cleared his throat. Better get this over with, he thought.

"Lady Anya." He hesitated and Anya raised her left eyebrow in expectation. "Well I, we that is, are very grateful for your generosity." Was she imagining his discomfort? "But I cannot forget my purpose in Cachtice", Lucian's voice had gained strength. Anya's eyebrows shot up, she remembered clearly what he had told her in the forest clearing. "We need men, Anya; I cannot ignore this any longer. The fight for our freedom was won five years past, but now we must fight to protect that freedom from those that would see us enslaved once more" his tone was passionate. He clearly believed in what he was saying.

Anya was frozen with shock. She was rendered speechless. Lucian gave a silent sigh of relief; he thought her reaction would be much worse. She continued to look at him wide eyed until she was suddenly released from her stupor. Rage began to build from the tips of her toes. She slowly clenched her fists at her sides, shaking with anger all the while. Lucian had been unaware of the change, so he was utterly surprised to hear her yelling at him.

"Excuse me?! Did I hear you correctly? Did I just hear you say that you were going to try to steal my men from under me, leaving me, this castle, and the entire village without protection from YOUR HELLISH KIN?" It was Lucian's turn to stare at her wide eyed.

"Um, yes?" he said uncertainly. Anya responded with a single, bloodcurdling shriek of pure rage. He was definitely taken aback. Lucian preferred to have her shocked and horrified. That he could do. Angry women, on the other hand, he had absolutely no idea how to deal with. Sonja had never even raised her voice to the former blacksmith.

"Why Lucian? Why must you do this to me?" she said softly. "To my people?" Anya shook her head slowly in disgust. "I won't let you do this" she said coldly.

"You cannot stop me Anya", he told her as a matter of fact.

"It's Lady Anya, peasant", she spat. "And who the hell says I can't?" Her eyes were wide with rage and determination. With that she gave Lucian a sharp slap in the face before walking out of the library, leaving a shocked Lucian behind, rubbing his cheek.

A/N: HA, lol. I really enjoyed writing that. But don't worry; Lucian won't be such a jerk in chapters to come. Also, I know that Viktor was supposed to be the one who turned Selene, but it didn't make sense. If memories are passed from the creator to the created, as we saw in the first movie, then Selene would have been aware immediately of Viktor's deception. So I changed it so that one of Viktor's minions did the converting for him. Anyway, what did you think? Did I put in too many POV's? Initially I wasn't going to use Selene's POV at all but it sort of just happened. So… thanks for reading and please review! This story has received a bunch of hits but I only have five reviews. I'm not gonna do the whole "I won't update until I get reviews" thing but reviews really do help to write quicker, it's sort of like an inspiration of sorts XP. So if you want a faster update pleas review ;)

I'll try to update as soon as I can ;D