Selene pov (The previous night)
To think that my own daughter would become my wing-man, just how far off the wagon have I fallen? Surely I wasn't that out of touch with my own femininity, was I? In six centuries of blind vengeance I had buried the woman within me so deep I had thought her gone forever. But Micheal had somehow managed to reach to the very bottom of my soul and dragged her out. Now I dragged him towards our room at an ever faster pace. My heart hammering like a teenagers - actually I am still nineteen - so well justified. My mind swirling with fantasies far above PG-13, some would put even an R rating to shame. My mind and body craving the twelve years worth of his touch that I had been robbed of.
I barely took notice of the vampires that we passed until I overheard a pair discussing with eagerness what kind of training I would have in store for them. This was when I remembered the position Micheal had put me in earlier. That I had agreed – simply to please him at the time - to train a new army of death dealers. Even if he'd known that I would not have refused him, how dare he put me on the spot like that. He at least deserved some form of punishment for his actions. My desire for him began to war with my desire to punish him and I was unsure which way the scale would tip. My internal battle continued until at last we arrived at our chambers. As soon as we were inside and away from prying eyes I had every intention of shooting him, multiple times.
However Micheal must have sensed my hidden animosity and immediately countered it. He quickly came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing tightly. He kissed and nipped at the nape of my neck, humming as he lightly bit the shell of my ear. My body instantly betrayed me, melting into his wondrous touch. My breathing spread along with my heart rate, my skin demanding more attention from his hands. My mind was the only one still not on board, still wanting to exact some form of injury. However this decision was put on hold until further notice the moment Michael's lips attack that oh so sweet spot just below my jaw. I moaned his name as his fingers began to rub slow circles into my thighs. I subconsciously took one of his hands and guided it to the zipper of my corset, the other to between my legs where a maddening heat was building. "Eager are we" He chuckled lightly into my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He pressed two fingers firmly against my concealed core and I threw my head back as a garbled cry tore up my throat. His musical fingers made the fire consuming my body dance to dizzying heights. My hips rolling wantonly as I mumbled his name repeatedly, and he loved the havoc he was wreaking on my sense.
Finally I could no longer stand his teasing as he removed my corset. I spun to face him and crashed my lips into his. Never before had his lips ever tasted so sweet and addictive. Even if it felt like it was only a few days ago since we had last kissed. To my mind and body, it felt more like centuries had passed. I craved his lips, his touch, and his love with a desperation I had never known before. The world around me faded to dull background noise as lust devoured me. We abandoned foreplay altogether as we furiously ripped each other out of our clothing. We did not even make it to the bed. Micheal swept me up into his arms and I wrapped legs around his waist as he perched me against the wall closest to us. He grounded his large hot erection against my dripping wet neither lips and clit as our tongues battled and our hands grabbed at whatever piece of flesh they could reach. "Micheal, now, please take me now, I can't wait anymore." I gasped out when our lips finally broke apart for air. He wasted no time trying to tease me as he rammed his cock into me so hard and fast I forgot how to breathe.
He had no intention of being slow or gently for he knew that was not what I wanted. I felt his claws dig into my hips as he began to use his hybrid strength while trusting into me. My eyes rolled back as he hammered into me again and again and again and again. Mini orgasms ripping through me with each trust and I dug my fingers into his broad back as I screamed his name, the burning coil in my belly winding ever tighter and tighter. Then he hooked his arms underneath my knees and slammed into a new spot deep within me. It felt like fireworks were dancing up and down my spine and I cried out even louder. Finally I simply couldn't take it anymore as I felt the coil inside me explode and the world went white. Every muscle in my body went taut as the strongest orgasm I've ever had in six hundred years turned me into a screaming quivering mass. If Micheal wasn't holding me so tightly I would have probably looked like I was having an epileptic fit.
As the spasms within me at last began to subside, my senses slowly returned. I finally noticed that Micheal had moved us to the bed and I snuggled into his embrace. I giggled to myself, feeling like a newlywed on her honeymoon. For the first time in centuries, I thanked god that I was alive. For sending Micheal to rescue me from my dark bitter loneliness, and for blessing me with such a wonderful daughter, slash wing-man. "I guess I should thank Eve for this little alone time she set up for us huh" he whispered into my ear. I looked up at him a bit shocked at first but quickly remember the fact that he had pretty good hearing. "I guess we should, although I think that I should be the one to do so. She would probably be very embarrassed if she found out you knew all along." He chuckled softly and I joined in. We laid in quiet bliss for while as he stroked my hair, simply enjoying the embrace of the other. I tried not to think of other things but sadly, I had to. We had taken on obligations we could not run away from, I sighed.
"Whatever you're about to say, don't." He said, drawing me in closer. I really hate it when he reads my mind like that sometimes. "I would not if it were not so necessary. But we must discuss what we plan to do. Especially about your family and how they will fit into all of this." He was almost as reluctant as I was to end our moment of bliss together...almost. "How about one more round, then we get down to the serious talk." The way in which he said this made it sound more like a demand and less like a suggestive question. And his words had my body thrumming with heat and desire again. I gave in of course.
"Fine one more round, and you'd better make it greater than the first."
The night after the meeting with Sebastian
I am a hunter. It is what I've done every day for the pass six centuries. But in the span of a decade I became a lover, then a mother. Now I am treated as a queen. I was fully committed now to the task of training this new army, Michael having given me plenty motivation the night before. Earlier we had tried to decode the encrypted files of the research done on us we received from Sebastian. But the lycans were cautious and took steps to safeguard their work. Michael tackled what little documented work on our genetic makeup that we were provided us with. Since he was on his way to becoming a doctor before our fateful encounter. He had the most experience with biological and bodily sciences of anyone in the coven. Still this sort genetic science was too advanced for him, but he welcomed the challenge. Throwing himself into research and studying, determined to conquer it and gain new knowledge. I would expect no less from the man who had conquered my heart.
As he decided to tackle what he knew best, so did I. As I stood in a large room now re-purpose as a training hall. I surveyed the large number of young future warriors before me. Two hundred and six people stood before me, one hundred and three vampires and lycans each. Clarisse had not disappointed. She had managed to gather quite an impressive amount of lycans in such a short amount of time, which goes to show just how desperate to survive they were. I no longer held any malice towards the creatures, my hatred replaced with a sense of pity. And if Michael so chose to spare them then I would stand by his choice. I had appointed Clarisse and David along with Eve to act as captains. As such they were to receive a far harsher training regimen than the others, especially Eve. They would hold the most authority underneath the Corvinus family and lead entire battalions in the war to come. They had already earned the admiration and respect of their pairs, and of Michael and me.
"Alright listen up all of you. I am Selene, and I will instruct you in the art of warfare. So if you think this to be a game, or you believe it will be easy, leave now. For make no mistake I have no intention of babying any of you." I scanned them room quickly, waiting for defectors. There were none. "I know that this will be difficult for all of you, fighting on the same side after being at each others throat's for so long. But now we have a common enemy, one that we must- no, one we will overcome to reclaim this world." The gathering cheered with thunderous cries. "Now you will all be trained in the three types of combat. Armed as with weapons, unarmed and environmental." The first two categories were understood, the last one, not so much. "Um, what exactly do you mean by environmental mom." Eve asked me and I'm glad she did, it means she was paying attention. "It means how to use the terrain you find yourself surrounded in and the tools at your disposal should you find yourself weapon less. Sometimes, knowing how to best use your environment can mean the difference between victory and defeat, even against a greater force, remember this well Eve."
"Yes mother" she said and squared her shoulders. I had to fight the maternal instinct within me that wanted to rush forward and take her into my arms. These next five were going to force me to harden my heart in order to turn her into a fine warrior and worthy leader. "Alright then, let us began with the basics of hand to hand combat." This was how it began; I trained them for five hours a day every day. Eve David and Clarisse however were subjected to nine hours, the extra four being more intense. They did not disappoint, even taking it upon themselves to add an additional hour to their training themselves. Soon more began to join up and Eve Clarisse and David began to teach the new recruits the basics. I created a separate class for Michael's family. As they were still human they would require more, care.
Two weeks had passed in the blink of an eye and there were improvements all around. Eve especially had – because she bears my genes I would like to believe – progressed considerably. Although she still had trouble focusing at times. That is whenever she had to spar with David, or if he happened to be shirtless that day. I had talked with her about this and told her to focus on her training. But love is not something easily ignored or restrained, especially when it is young. I was teaching her in more than just combat but also in education as well. Slowly bestowing all the knowledge I had gain in my vast lifetime onto her. At times Michael would join us in the training hall, even though I trained him privately. Eve's face would just light up at the sight of her father and the hall would buzz with heightened spirits. She would always challenge her father and he could never find it within himself to refuse her any request. Whenever she could not be found it was guaranteed that she was with her father in his lab, learning all of his medical science mambo-jumbo.
A week later, acting on some Intel we got from Sebastian. We learned that two of the lycan scientist that were once involved with antigen during our capture. Were now trying to move a high-level person of interest from the Boscolo Budapest Hotel to the western railway station via Nagykorut in an attempt to smuggle him out of the city. Upon further investigation we learned that this person of interest - a young man by the name of Canice - was an extremely skilled computer hacker and data analyst. Earning himself a spot on Interpol's cyber terror watch list for trying to hack the KFC main sever for their secret recipe. Like hell we would allow them to escape with such a valuable person, or their lives for that matter. We quickly comprise a strike team consisting of Michael and myself, Eve David Clarisse and two others, Bisca and Fredrick. Once the plan was set, we suited up. Michael and I in our usual attire, while the others were given new suits created by Martha, the coven's self appointed designer. The uniforms greatly resembled the death dealer's of old and Eve took great pride in looking more like me. She even cut her hair shoulder length like mine, albeit a bit shorter in the back, making herself look even more like me. Michael even addressed her by my name once – he wasn't really paying attention - because of the close resemblance. Eve and I had a good laugh at that.
As we sped toward our target destination I once again went over the plan. "Firstly Bisca and Fredrick – the two newcomers – you twp will set up positions on the roof of the buildings adjacent to the front entrance and rear exit of the hotel. Your mission is to snipe any lycan who attempts to flee the building from those points. As well as monitor police and human activity going or coming to the hotel. Clarisse will guard the underground parking area. She is also to cut the power to the building. David and Eve you're assigned to the lobby; your jobs will be to cause a riot in order to flush the lycans out." Michael was insistent that David remain by her side to watch over her, not that she was complaining. The complete opposite in fact, she saw it as an opportunity to show off in front of David a bit. She immediately blushed however when she caught my knowing smile, which just confused her father. "Finally Michael and I will take the roof of the hotel and work our way down. They'll either run into us or try to flee out one of the exits, or just jump through a window. In either case it will be up to one of you, and please try to not kill the human they are holding. He can be extremely beneficial to us."
We slowed as Bisca pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and cut the power to the engine. As everyone did their final checks, I scanned their faces. "Is everyone ready" they nodded all around. "Good then Bisca Fredrick and Clarisse, get to your positions." "Yes my lady" was their unison answer as they leaped from the van, vanishing into the night to carry out their part of the mission. After a two minute wait it was mine and Michael's turn to take our positions. Michael turned to David, "Do not leave her side, understood." Eve just rolled her eyes at her father's over protectiveness; I found it quite cute when he acted in this way. It took us no more than a minute to reach the root with our speed and once we were there we began a slow decent into the building. We knew that Eve and David had begun their phase of the operation due to the panic induced screams of the humans moments after the lights went out. If all went well the lycans would realized they were trapped and try to escape through a window or head straight for the roof and right towards us.
The latter was more likely seeing as they had a human among them. And then my theory proved correct as they rounded the corner and speed down the same hallway we were in. My blood instantly began to boil in my veins and my eyes turned sapphire blue. I could hear Michael grind his teeth together to try and maintain control, but it proved more difficult for us than we had thought. Just as they were recovering from the shock of seeing us the lycans were suddenly thrown off their feet by something hitting them in the chest from the left. They hit the ground and started convulsing violently while Michael and I was left wondering what the hell was going on.
I replayed the scene in my head from before they dropped; now remembering the feint sound of glass breaking. I turned my head to left to see a large window, one of many lining the hall. In the window adjacent to the lycans were two small holes that told me what I wanted to know. "Don't worry boss lady; they ain't dead, just knocked out. I shot em with a low dose sliver nitrate round so they should be coming round in a couple of hours. Figured I should put em down before boss man ripped their heads off. Hope that wasn't outta line." Bisca explained over the comms.
So it was her was it, and I good thing she acted when she did. It was decided before that we were to bring the lycans back to the coven first for interrogation before they were executed. But Michael and I had nearly killed them the moments we saw them, the pain and anger of what they have taken from us proving almost too great to control. If not for Bisca station on the roof next door with her sniper rifle, these lycans would be dead dogs by now. I collected myself with a few deep breaths. "Good job Bisca, with that this mission is a wrap. Everyone withdraw now, we heading home." I ordered over the comms device and they responded immediately.
"Yeah, we should get out of here fast. I'm already hearing sirens." Fredrick reported in from his place on the opposite side of the building. "Aw man that was way too quick. I've haven't even gotten to really do anything yet." Eve complained. "We did not come here to play games young lady, now everyone get back to the van, we're leaving." I barked then turned to Michael who had calmed down. "We have to move Michael." He turned to look at me "Yeah we should. You grabbed the human, I'll take them." I nodded and we moved in on our targets. The human was so scared he wet himself then passed out, well that's attractive. Michael grabbed the two lycans by the ankles, and then threw them out the window onto a parked car below. I stared at him in shock; I mean sure their lycans so they'll survive the fall but still. He just looked at me blankly like nothing really happened.
"What, you said to get back to the van right. So consider this a short cut, now let's go." Oh well it's not like I care for the dogs anyway and they were going to suffer far more before the night was through. I shrugged then threw the human over my shoulder and Leapt with Michael to the ground below. My mind already spinning with the forms of torture I had learned over the years. Oh which one should I try first, I've always wanted to try trepanation, now might be my chance. As we loaded our quarry into the van the others caught up with us. I immediately assisted Eve for any injuries and then pulled her into a hug. Michael patted her head and told her that she did well; she smiled with pride at that. I soon noticed that Clarisse was in a sour mood but held off on asking her about it until later.
Soon we were speeding for home. That was around the time that the human woke up. He assisted his surroundings, realized that he was kidnapped yet again and seemed to just give up on being scared altogether. Michael who was sitting across from him decided to address him first. "If I'm not mistaken your name is Canice correct. Well allow me to say that for the time being you're safe. I do know what the lycans wanted from you but I intend to find out." The man seemed to be dissecting Michael's words then said this.
"Are you going to kill me later on then? Cause if you are then I would like some pistachio ice cream before I die."
TBC