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Nearly a week had passed since Anya and Lucian's argument. Lucian and his band of merry Lycans had, of course, moved back to their forest camp. Even thinking of Lucian still made Anya tremble with anger. How dare he do this to her? And he had the gall to do this after she had placed her trust in him, opened up her home to him, her protection. One thing that was bugging Anya more than the rest was the way she had reacted. I mean, hadn't she seen this coming? Why on earth would the Lycan leader change his mind so easily, if his mind was set on recruiting in the first place? She laughed bitterly to herself. Anya was fully aware that her reaction had been the result of the very deep infatuation that she had developed a couple of years earlier for the Lycan. She had never met him before the night in the woods, but the stories that she had heard of him...well she had never heard of anyone more heroic than the handsome, or so had the stories had said, slave turned leader. His fight for freedom had become well known throughout her region. Of course, most nobles were terrified of the man. He had, after all, slaughtered every single aristocrat in Castle Corvinus during his revolt. They shuddered at the thought of their own slaves following in his footsteps. But Anya, on the other hand, marveled at the sheer courage and cunning it had taken to organize the little coup d'état. Also, the fact that he had murdered Lord Viktor, well, she probably could not have thought higher of him. A large sigh escaped her lips. She wished fervently that Lucian had disappointed her expectations of him, but oddly enough, she seemed to admire him more for what had happened. Any leader worth his salt would have done the exact same thing as he, she grumbled to herself. She respected him immensely for it. The only problem was that although that move would probably ensure his pack's survival, it would endanger her people. She simply could not ignore that. Her musings were interrupted when she heard a sharp knock at her door.

"Who is it?" she asked tiredly. She really did not give a rat's behind who it was, or what they wanted.

"It's me milady. Klara", Anya rolled her eyes. Klara was her clingy, and gossipy, maid servant. "Enter", she called out. Klara entered hesitantly, she knew her mistress well and was therefore aware of her sour mood.

"I'm sorry Lady Anya, I would not have disturbed you but this is really urgent. Lucian and his men are back."Anya's eyes widened. "He's talking outside to the servants, trying to convince them to join him milady!"Klara was obviously concerned. Normally, Anya would have at least given her a word of comfort, but she was to busy planning Lucian's demise to pay any attention to the girl. Anya practically ran out the door, hastily grabbing her silver sword, and down the hallway, heading straight for the court yard. She was fuming. How dare he? How dare he? She gripped the sword handle viciously as she sped down the corridor. Perhaps the only thing that overwhelmed her anger in that moment was the excitement she was feeling at the mere thought of facing the imposing, and attractive, Lycan leader again. Her fervent desire to destroy the arrogant man and her attraction to him battled within her. Her anger eventually won, as she walked into the courtyard. There he stood, the egotistical prick, speaking to the crowd in an incredibly stirring manner. His words echoed across the walls, their passion fully on display. He wore a black, leather vest that bared his arms (A/N: picture him in the third movie.) His muscles rippled as he gestured passionately at the crowd. My God, Anya thought, stop thinking this way! It's only a pair arms for crying out loud, that should not be making you blush you stupid girl! She wanted to give herself a good smack, but decided against it, it would seem much too odd. Anya waited until he was finished, waited until his final words hung in the air.

"The choice is yours my friends. You can choose to be your own person, to live a free life, an immortal life if you so wish it. I will remain here for three more days, and then I will depart. Anyone who wishes to join me may do so. Meet me in the northern part of the forest before the three days are gone, and you will have your freedom, you will be one of us." Lucian stood before them, looking them hard in the eye. His gaze swept through the crowd, then came to rest on Anya herself.

The crowd parted as the Lycan master made his way over to Anya. She stood with her arms crossed, a cold expression on her face. If looks could kill, Lucian thought, I'd be dead a thousand times over. Out loud he said, "If you're here to stop me…"A ghost of a smile graced his features. "You're a tad late."

"Oh I know. I caught the end of your little speech. Very inspiring." She said sarcastically.

"Glad you thought so"

"Hhm", she pursed her lips. Anya was trying hard not to smile. She was supposed to be angry dammit. She sighed, "I want you and your men out of my lands by sun down."As she turned to leave, Lucian grabbed her arm. She spun around; shocked that he would dare touch her. In one smooth movement she wormed out of his grasp and drew her sword.

"Touch me again, Lycan, and I'll cut your throat where you stand." Anya touched the silver sword to his jugular. It burned his flesh a little, but he showed no emotion.

"My Lady, believe me", his tone was sincere. "I would not willingly provoke you thus."She slowly lowered her weapon. What a sap I've tuned into, she thought.

"What do you want Lucian?" she asked. His somber expression made her cautious.

"I have news. News that you are not going to like", that was the understatement of the century. "I sent a group of my human collaborators to watch Ordoghaz a couple of months past, they were not supposed to report to me yet. They weren't supposed to make contact for a few more months actually." Anya tried to look exasperated or annoyed at the very least, but the tension and worry Lucian was feeling was evident. She gave him a small nod, urging him to continue. Lucian hesitated, what he was about to say was obviously painful to him.

"They came to me late last night", now that she noticed, the circles under his eyes were particularly defined today. "They came with most disturbing news."Anya raised an eyebrow expectantly. Lucian's fists clenched at his sides. Sudden anger shone in his eyes. Although the venom in his gaze was not directed at her, Anya recoiled. The intensity of his gaze was daunting, to say the least. Lucian took some time before continuing, and Anya was uncertain whether she should say something. He still seems to want to bite someone's head off, Anya thought wryly.

Perhaps I should say something. When he spoke, however, she did not know how to respond.

"Viktor's alive", Lucian's voice was full of loathing. In that instant about half a dozen emotions went through Anya. Shock was one of them. And an impressive amount of despair was there too. Tears welled in her eyes, whether they were from the rage she was feeling or the despair, she was not sure. She started shaking all over, a tell-tale sign of her emotional turmoil. "H-h-how?" she whimpered, a tear falling down her cheek. "How?" she asked in a stronger voice, her hatred giving her the strength to keep her voice from trembling.

"Apparently, he was fished out of the river I threw him in by one of his servants, a scribe called Andreas Tanis", he practically growled. She took a deep breath before asking Lucian "Is he like you? A werewolf?"If he was able to survive the blow that Lucian had dealt then he was obviously more than human. Anya dreaded his answer.

"No", he chuckled bitterly. "He's something else entirely", he looked like he was talking to himself. His gaze was not directed at Anya, but inward. After a moment, and a small shudder, Lucian turned to Anya. "We need to talk", he stated. He would need her help, now that his malevolent foe had come back from the dead.

"Yes", she whispered. "We can talk in the library." Without another word she turned and walked in the general direction of the library. I know the way, he thought ruefully. He rubbed his cheek, remembering their last interaction in the library. Lucian sighed in a resigned manner before following her.

Selene studied her reflection in the mirror. It had been days since her transformation, but she could not yet process that she was now a vampire. Vampire, Selene tested the word in her head. Somehow she could not bring herself to say it out loud. She gave a large shuddering sigh. Not for the first time, she was regretting having made this particular decision. I'm a monster, she thought sadly. Her eyes welled with tears. Selene had lost everything: her family, her humanity, her life. She had lost it all to the wretched beasts called werewolves. Anger suddenly replaced her sorrow. Resolve settled in her heart thanks to the absolute rage she was feeling. This was why she had become a vampire. Selene would avenge her family. Her eyes had turned a cold, glacier blue with the strength of her emotions. She narrowed them in her determination. She would avenge them, even if she had to slaughter every damn Lycan who defiled the air by drawing breath. Selene swore it upon her life.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews!!! I'm glad you guys like the story. Thanks especially to Thunderjam, I'm grateful that you took the time to give me some constructive criticism. I know the transitions are kind of weird, I actually had like a line in between originally, but when I upload they disappear. I'll try to see what I can do about it. Maybe just like a big space? Anyway, thanks again for reading :D