Outsider Chronicles: This Bites

Getting reborn into the dark ages isn't exactly my idea of a 'good time', but nearly getting my throat ripped out by my own brother, then recruited as an Immortal bodyguard for a crazy vampire with a chip on his shoulder? Really not fun either. Surviving 300 years then getting sent to investigate odd occurrences in America in the same town as a goddamn Vampire slayer? Really not fun.

Interesting idea here, a crossover of Underworld and Buffy. Considering that the two versions of Vampires are so different, it'll be interesting to see what comes of it. Oh, and before I forget, go check out Anime PJ's story, Top of the Food Chain, which is based on my idea, OC: Tokyo Underground. With that done, lets goooo!

Chapter 1

I really don't feel like going into detail as to how I died, so I won't. I also really don't feel like going into detail about my rebirth. Lets just say that theres a very good reason why you don't remember that and leave it at that. Honestly, it was rather surprising to me when I opened my eyes as a baby. I was never really religious and, while I liked the idea of reincarnation, I never really believed in much of anything. Still, I guess I should be thankful I wasn't in hell or something. Then again, considering the time period I had been reborn into was the 18th century and the place was Ireland. Still, could be worse I suppose. My family were at least moderately wealthy thanks to my Fathers job as a textiles merchant. There was a slight issue with the fact I had an identical twin brother who was, to quote my father, 'a drunken, whoring layabout with nothing redeeming about him whatsoever'. While harsh, it wasn't exactly inaccurate. Despite my best efforts to get it through his thick skull that acting like a bum wouldn't end well for him, he refused to listen. Just about the only person who could get through to the idiot was our Sister. I was proven correct shortly after my brother and I turned 26 when my brother and Father had a massive argument which ended in him storming out and getting himself killed.

OH YOU SON OF A BITCH FATE! I knew something stank but I didn't think it would be something like this! Whats got me so mad you ask? Well, a few hours after we got back from burying my brother, the soulless bastard showed up at our front door, convinced our sister he was an angel and then started draining everyone dry.

"You know, you were right brother," growled Liam (or Angelus as he would soon be known) as he advanced on me, "I was wasting my life."

"Well, thats a cold comfort," I said as I kept backing up, cursing myself for not wearing a crucifix.

In my defence though, I never thought I'd have to contend with a goddamn vampire tonight. Or ever for that matter.

"So what, you gonna drain me dry to?" I asked.

Angelus smirked.

"What can I say, your bloods just too SWEET!"

Before I could react, he shot forwards and buried his fangs in my throat. What happened next is a little blurry since the bite fired off all my pain and pleasure receptors and turned me into a drooling mess, but the next thing I knew was groggily coming too as another set of fangs were dug into my neck and I was once again sent into the darkness, this time by pure agony.

"Ohhh, next time Liam asks me to go on a bender with him, I'm turning him down," I groaned as I slowly regained consciousness.

I slowly sat up, blinking away the blurriness and rubbing my aching neck. I paused as my fingers ran over what felt like two sets of bite marks. I also noticed that, despite the fact I was in a room that was nearly completely dark, I could see perfectly.

"That can't be good," I muttered, "Did I get Turned by one of those nuts?"

Considering I still seemed to have my sanity and didn't feel like going out and committing atrocities to kill boredom. I did feel different, but not like my Human soul had been replaced by a demented demon.

"So, you survived."

"GAH!"

I blinked as I found myself stuck to the ceiling with no apparent means of support and hissing at the newcomer from between my brand new fangs. The second I did, my hands and feet came lose and I fell to the ground with a crash.

"Very graceful."

I groaned and tilted my head back to look at the newcomer, only to freeze once again in utter shock as I recognized her. As beautiful as an ice sculpture and twice as cold, with inky black tresses and eyes like sapphires, she was wearing black leather armour and had a silver sword sheathed at her side. AHEM, I'm sorry, I'm channeling Selene. Ironic seeing as thats exactly who I was describing. Well, I think I've just discovered how I survived. Something tells me I'm gonna be dealing with a lot of people mistaking me for a monster in the future.

"On your feet," said Selene, marching forwards and yanking me to my feet, "Marcus wants to speak with you."

"Marcus?" I asked weakly, "Where am I? Who are you?"

I was still a little shaken from discovering that I'm now just as much a Vampire as my brother, albeit entirely Earthly in nature.

"Marcus is our current leader," said Selene as she led me from the room I'd awoken in and into a lavishly decorated corridor, "He also happens to be your Sire, so I suggest you show him the respect he deserves."

Holy shit, Turned by the original Vampire?! Thats some serious pedigree. I just hope Viktor doesn't decide to *ahem* deal with me when he finds out. By this point, my head had stopped spinning, so I was able to walk just fine, although Selene kept a tight grip on my elbow as she steered me through the halls. As we did, we passed a number of Vampires who gave me odd looks.

"Newcomers are a bit of a reality," said Selene before I could ask, "You were also in pretty bad shape when the Deathdealers brought you in. Few thought you'd survive."

She glanced back at me and I resisted the urge to squirm under her piercing gaze.

"You're stronger than you look."

"Guess I should take that as a complement," I muttered.

Selene ignored me as she stopped in front of a pair of doors and shoved them open, revealing a decent sized throne room with a number of richly dressed Vampires milling around. Lounging in the throne at the head of the room was a man with long, red hair, piercing blue eyes that were nearly identical to Selene's and a goblet of what I'm pretty sure wasn't wine. He was wearing expensive looking clothes, the sort that my Father would have loved to be able to afford.

Marcus looked up as we entered and, for a very brief moment, a look of loathing crossed the Elders face. If I didn't know Marcus' feelings towards Viktor and his ilk were, I wouldn't have noticed it. The room fell silent as Selene and I crossed the floor to the dius where the throne stood where the (much) older Vampire bowed, shoving my head down as she did.

"Raise your heads," said Marcus.

We did so and I found myself staring straight into Marcus' eyes.

"Welcome Lucas Corvo," said the First, "We have a lot to discuss."

The next few hours were spent in Marcus' private sitting room as the Elder gave me a thorough introduction to the life of a Vampire and the supernatural world in general. As it turned out, the Immortal clans were very well aware of the Demons, Magic, Hellmouth etc and were just as adept at slaughtering them as they were each other. I did my best to act surprised, but frankly, by this point I was numb and I don't think I could have reacted, even if I didn't know more than a bit of this shit.

It took surprisingly little time to get used to my newly enhanced body, although I did managed to bust a couple of walls before I got used to my new strength, and the whole drinking blood thing was also a little jarring. I was still mentally Human after all. Still, it could be a LOT worse, so I sucked it up and dealt with it.

A few weeks after being Turned, I was laying back on the roof of the house the Coven was currently using as a base, staring up at the moon. I was…torn I guess was the best way of putting it. I was currently staring down eternity (Unless I did something really dumb) and I had no idea what to do about it. Demonic Vampires are built for Immortality since, while they may appear Human, they aren't. At all. I, on the other hand, was essentially the same person I was before I was turned. The only differences were physiological, not psychological. In other words, I needed a hobby.

I let out a huff and rolled to my feet, intending to go find something to do rather than just sit around doing nothing. Before I went inside though, my eyes were drawn to a flicker of movement and a flash of silver. I looked down to the courtyard were a group of Vampires in black leather armour were sparing. I blinked, before a feral grin crossed my lips.

Shortly after that night, I signed on with the Death Dealers. I had never really been one to sit on my arse and do nothing and being a Death Dealer meant that I may be able to hunt down Angelus and try to prevent a few of the atrocities he committed. I wasn't about to kill him since A, he was still my Brother, and B, he was kinda important to preventing the end of the world. Multiple times over. That didn't mean I couldn't beat him bloody though! Plus, I quickly discovered I was something of a battle maniac and quickly became the Elders goto guy for dealing with the non-Corvinus related nasties. I was just as good at killing Lycans, but I didn't have the same drive to kill them as some of my colleagues (*COUGH*Selene*COUGH*). Oh sure I'd deal with them if they attacked or if ordered to (usually by Viktor when he was up and about), but I was usually content to just leave them alone.

Speaking of Viktor, he really wasn't best pleased when he woke up for his century in charge and found out about me. He hid it well, but considering he kept finding any excuse to keep me away from the Covens home when he was in charge, it was pretty clear he didn't entirely trust me. The fact I was friends with Selene probably didn't help matters.

Well, maybe friends is the wrong word considering she was colder than the Nordic Coven in the middle of winter. Rather, we had a mutual respect that came from the fact I was able to hold my own against her, despite being five centuries older than me. That didn't stop multiple rumors starting up among the Coven about our relationship, much to Viktor and Kraven's ire.

Speaking of the cowardly worm, he really didn't like me and made no attempt to hide it. His only real saving grace is that he limited his hostility to glares and veiled insults and threats. The guy might technically be a Death Dealer, but he didn't actually have that much skill. Or rather, his centuries of decedent living on the tails of his 'success' against Lucian had caused his skills to atrophy.

Of course, I didn't just spend my time annoying the higher ups of the Coven, I also spent a fair amount of time trying to track down Angelus. Thanks to the many false leads, I quickly racked up a Demon Dust count that rivaled Selene's Lycan count. I also got into a few other scuffles with people who mistook me for Angelus, including a Slayer who seemed very surprised when she tried to Stake me and I responded by smacking her over the head with the flat of my sword. That particular wound took three days and two pints of blood to fix, so I made a point to avoid similar experiences in the future. I didn't kill her though.

Unfortunately, despite my best efforts and the many successes I had at chasing of the crazy bastard before he could hurt someone, I failed at stopping the one that I really wanted to. Drusilla. The problem was that Viktor was in charge at the time and had his head firmly shoved up his arse regarding Demons. Marcus was well aware of the problems caused by them and Amelia had been a Watcher before Marcus turned her following the death of her Slayer, so they had no issue with me trying to put Angelus in the ground. Viktor on the other hand was so damned paranoid he severely limited my movements. By the time I managed to convince him to let me head out, I was already too late and the new 'family' had already left. The only good thing that came of it was the fact that Angelus tended to be a tad sloppy in his kills, so I occasionally managed to save someone after the fact...when it wasn't kinder to just put them out of their misery.

This time I was lucky. It looked like Angelus and Darla were in a hurry and they somehow managed to miss one of Drusilla's sisters who I found curled up in a corner muttering to herself frantically. It didn't take long to figure out that the shock of the attack (and the fact her disemboweled and brutally raped mother was lying just a few meters away) had triggered similar psychic powers in her. That, combined with the trauma of seeing a Demon slaughter her family had resulted in something snapping. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be the dangerous kind of crazy like Dru, so I decided to drop her off at a hospital. Hey, they may not be exactly...pleasent right now, but its probably still her best chance.

"So, I take it thats the guy?" I asked as my partner tensed slightly on the balcony beside me.

"Thats him," said Selene, not taking her eyes of the man who had just left the theater we'd spent the last three hours staking out.

"FINALLY, I was starting to worry he'd snuck out the back," I said, flipping to my feet.

The year was 1890, the place, Paris. Selene and I had been deployed by Kraven (and an order from Amelia for me to tag along) to deal with a trio of Lycan brothers who had set up shop in a mansion the wormy bastard wanted for his own. The fact they were posing as Lords really didn't help matters and it was apparent that Selene couldn't wait to get started.

The disguised Lycan paused for a moment before he got into his carriage, glancing in our direction. Even after over a century as a Vampire, it still amazed me how I could see his eyes narrow slightly from over a kilometer away.

"Think he saw us?" I asked as the carriage moved away.

"Does it matter?" asked Selene, "He and his flea bitten brothers will die either way."

I rolled my eyes. Considering how much Selene hated Lycans, the fact she'd fall for one (even if he only spent about a day as one before becoming a Hybrid) was more than a little ironic. I glanced up as a messenger bat futtered down and landed on my shoulder, dropping a scroll into my hand as it did.

"Wow, I'm not surprised Kraven wants the Brothers place," I said as I studied the layout of the castle the three Lycans had claimed, "The place is a damned Palace."

"Who wants it is irrelevant," said Selene as she glanced at the plans and crushed them, "Those animals have no right to it. Lets go."

I decided not to point out that we had as much right to the place as them and followed Selene as she jumped off the roof and took off across the rooftops of Paris after the carriage. It didn't take us long to reach our destination where Selene lead the way down into the sewers by smashing a hole in the allyway and dropping down into the tunnels.

"Lovely, you take me to the nicest places Selene," I said as I dropped down after her.

"Oh quit complaining," said my partner, "Its just a Storm drain."

"Tch, fine," I grumbled, "Lets get this over with."

I jumped and latched onto the ceiling, crawling through the darkness above Selene as she ran through the ankle high water. It wasn't long before our sensitive hearing picked up the sound of three large bodies dropping into the water and coming towards us at impressive speed. Selene shifted into a ready stance as I smirked and flexed my fingers as a faint shimmer seemed to emerge from the sleeves of my coat. A moment later, a loud growl came from the darkness behind Selene as the three brothers emerged from the shadows, already ready to rumble.

Selene responded by tossing a pair of throwing stars at them. The two eldest brothers dodged while the third had the tip of his ear sliced off. The three wolf-men snarled and moved to attack as Selene vaulted over them and jammed a pair of swords into the eldest's shoulders. While the three Lycans were distracted by Selene, I dropped from the ceiling and threw my arms out. There was a silvery shimmer in the air and suddenly the youngest brother, the one with the newly sliced ear, found his arms bound to his sides. He glanced of his shoulder in confusion, only for his eyes to widen as he saw me apparently perched on thin air. I smirked and flexed my fingers, causing the thin wires that were emerging from my sleeves to catch the light. His eyes widened in shock and fear, before I closed my fingers and pulled. The Lycan let out a howl, before it was abruptly cut off by the razor sharp wires slicing him into pieces.

The other two Lycans froze in shock at the unexpected death of their brother, staring at the chunks of meat as they fell into the water. I smirked and pointed behind them. They looked confused for a moment, before the eldests eyes widened in realization. They had been so surprised, they'd completely forgotten about Selene. They were reminded of her presence a moment later when she removed their heads.

"Excellent work you two," said Amelia, staring down at the two of us from her throne, "Those Lycan brothers could have been extremely troublesome for us. While I don't entirely approve of Kraven's use of the Death Dealers to move up the property ladder, I can't argue with the result."

She shot a glare at the annoyed looking Kraven where he was stood off to the side.

"It was our pleasure to serve," said Selene.

"Mmm hmm," said Amelia, "Kraven, Selene, you may leave. Lucas, you stay. I have new orders for you."

The two named Vampires bowed and left, leaving me kneeling before the Elders throne.

"You may stand," said Amelia.

I did so and adopted a parade rest.

"Lucas, are you aware of my plans for forming a new Coven in America?" asked Amelia.

I nodded. It was something of a hot topic around the Mansion considering it had been a very long time since a new Coven had been formed at the behest of one of the Elders. Sure, smaller ones popped up on occasion, usually formed by Vampires who had left the Coven for various reasons, but they were usually small, weak and didn't last long before getting slaughtered by opportunistic Lycans.

"I would like you to accompany me," said Amelia, "Despite what Viktor thinks of you, I know you are loyal to the Coven and are one of our strongest Death Dealers. As such, I would like you to head my Guard and the new Coven's Death Dealers."

My jaw dropped. While it was standard practice for a powerful Death Dealer to be chosen as the leader of a new Coven's military force, the one chosen was usually one of the founders offspring or someone so far down the line that they had practically no connection to any one Elder. It spoke volumes of Amelia's trust in me that she was willing to make me the head of her Guard.

"I-it would be an honour," I stuttered.

Amelia smiled.

"In that case, go and prepare," she said, "We'll be leaving at the end of the week."

I snapped a salute and marched out of the room, sprinting to my chambers as soon as I was outside. This next century was gonna be fun! Or at least, thats what I thought.

It had been nearly 100 years since I had agreed to serve as Amelia's main guard in the New World Coven and in that time the Coven had become fairly well entrenched. We acquired a large house on the outskirts of New York to serve as our base and then proceed to use a combination of the huge amount of money we had from a combination of eternal life and our many successful business ventures around the world and the massive amount of experience we had to obtain a number of low income companies which would become our new money spinners in America. By this point, we'd turned those companies into large organizations under our umbrella. I also made a point to suggest that we should buy up stock in a few of the companies that I knew would make big, things like Microsoft, Apple, Google and so on.

We had a few slight problems when the two World Wars sparked up and even more when the Great Depression hit, but if theres one thing that Immortality teaches, its patients. Despite the issues we faced, Amelia's calm and collected leadership allowed us to get through it. There IS a reason that Amelia was the most well liked of the Elders after all, other than Viktor's paranoia and rabid hatred of Lycans getting people killed and Marcus' antisocial tendencies.

In other news, an interesting discovery was made in the year 1932 (by Ziodex Industries, one of the pharmaceutical companies under our control) of a rather unique type of cell found in Humans. The were named Red Child Cells, RC for short, due to the fact that they resembled a curled up fetus. The discovery led to the discovery of one of the inhuman races that called Earth home, a race of Humanoid cannibalistic creatures that were given the name Ghoul. That particular discovery had me locked in my room swearing like a sailor when I found out about it. Fortunately, Ghouls were quickly proven to be completely helpless against an Immortal, whatever the race, after I ended up getting into a punch up with one and ripped his head off with little to no problem.

Of course, it wasn't all moonlight and blood for us. While she was a better leader than Viktor and Marcus, Amelia still had a few quirks which made working for her a right pain in the rear. The most obvious one was that she had a tendency of vanishing into thin air on occasion. Usually she reappeared after about a year, but in 1978, she vanished for a full five years before she resurfaced in 83. All I could get out of her was that she gone to visit some old friends in Japan before she kicked me out of her chamber. That didn't stop me from hearing her crying a few times. After that, she became far more melancholy than ever before, only really perking up after meeting Thomas in 1989. Oh, and she vanished again shortly after that too, but I was able to divert attention away so no one figured out that she'd been pregnant.

After that bit of insanity, things were mercifully quiet for the next couple of years until 1997 when Amelia called me to her chambers for a mission that would serve to be my biggest headache in the past 200 years.

And there we go, done. Next time, Lucas is sent to a certain town by Amelia.

I know this is kinda all over the place, but I wanted to set the scene with this character in one chapter. It'll become a bit more coherent from here.

The fight with the Lycans was the one from the first part of Endless War, the three animated shorts. Naturally, with all three brothers dead, that particular part of the timeline is already gone.

Now, why would I have included that nod to Tokyo Ghoul I wonder? Could it have something to do with a certain half Lycan? Maybeeee~

Hmm, I wonder how else I'm going to stitch the worlds together? Hehehe, this is gonna be fun!

Anyway, I'm done, so make sure you lot leave me a review!