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 Alexia stood in the nearly empty council room, her head bowed slightly towards the only other person in the room. Selene had called for her to be here, and Alexia could only assume that she was going to kill her. After all, Alexia had been stupid enough to believe Marius cared about her and intended to end the war. She didn't realize that his intentions were to kill all vampires as an end to the war. He had used and lied to her, manipulating her to doing his bidding. She had so much she had hoped for with him, and it resulted in a lot of death and her being considered a traitor to the coven. Her punishment for her actions had yet to be discovered, so she supposed that was why the elder called her here, for stabbing her and helping Marius. 

Meme (x) l Accepting

At the start of Blood Wars, Michael was still dead. It took Michael a long time for his body to regenerate. Marius had been killing and reviving Michael dozens upon dozens of time to make sure he had an ample supply of his blood in case his plan with Eve failed. But once everything started to fall into place and they found Selene, they left Michael, figuring he wouldn’t revive again. But what Marius didn’t realize was that all Michael needed was a single drop of blood in his veins to revive, and that was what he had. Though the regeneration process took a long time in comparison to before, when Selene had given him her blood in order to revive him

When he revived, the place he had been left hanging was deserted, all sign of the lycans gone. He could still smell them though, even if the scent had faded. He didn’t have a lot of strength, as he was still recovering, but he managed to break free of the chains that where holding him and he crashed to the ground. Disoriented and confused, Michael made his way out of the den to figure out what had been going on. 

He found a lycan straggler, a member of Marius’s pack that didn’t go on the raid to the Eastern Coven. He killed them and drained them dry, desperate for blood. The memories he saw shocked him, because one of them was of his mate, in a pool of her own blood, eyes glassy and dying. The image was nearly enough to go mad, except for the fact that he knew she was stronger than that. He didn’t want to believe the fact that his mate was dead. 

He began his search for answers, and the first place he went to was Var Dohr, as that was the place he saw his mate’s body. What he found was the remains of the Nordic Coven, the ones who were wounded or too young to go to the Eastern Coven. One of them told him of the lycan attack, how they had come and nearly killed Selene, but she had gone through one more transformation, taking her to the Sacred Place. The vampire didn’t explain what that was, but did say that if he wanted to find Selene, he would have to go to the Eastern Coven. 

Semira could hardly stand it anymore. It had only been three weeks, but it was three weeks of not only horrible, boring, degrading work, it was Varga torturing her as well. She knew why, of course she did. It was years she used him, took him for granted, treated him like he was nothing, essentially. He appeared again today, again as her supervisor. The council hated her too and probably enjoyed the irony. His job was to assign tasks to her, to make sure she didn't suddenly go off the rails and kill anyone. To make sure she knew her place. Earlier he had told her to trim the flowers outside in the winter garden, and he was checking up on her now.

"Very good, Semira. You're getting better at this. Although you still don't look the part." he told her, looking at the vampire who was on her knees, trimming the flowers with her hands because she wasn't allowed anything sharp. She glared at the flower she was currently working on, resisting. "I look fine." she murmured. "Exactly." Varga said. "Look at you. You look almost as nice as you did when you were the leader of this coven. You're even wearing jewelry." He tsked. "We can't have that." Semira sighed, taking in a deep breath to make an attempt at swallowing a bubbling anger. "Varga." she muttered before the male vampire gripped her shoulder. He pulled, bringing her to stand. Her eyes widened then. "What are you doing?" she asked quietly. "Making you look the part." he whispered. He then began dragging her to a different part of the garden. "Varga. Varga!" she huffed. And then she saw the puddle of mud and made her own assumptions. "Varga, don't you dare! Varga!" she shouted as her arms were held behind her back by him. Without much warning then, he pushed her down and she fell face first into the mud. Semira lifted her head quickly, gasping in shock. As Varga knew, she was very vain and took heavy pride in her appearance. One of his orders was to break her pride, so he must've considered this perfect. A smirk appeared on his lips as he lowered down in a crouch to get a closer look at Semira's face. "There, now you look perfect, Semira." With a surprisingly gentle motion, he grabbed the back of her hair and pressed her face back against the ground, a sharp but muffled sound uttered from her then. He then let go after a few seconds, a very humiliated Semira raising her head again and glaring at Varga. He grinned and stood to his feet. "Now, I will be back later, I'm off to do something important for this coven. I'll see how much work you've finished when I return."

     “Jesus Christ, Selene! If you’re going to       listen to rock n’ roll, at least choose one       of the CLASSICS.”

                            His heyday as a hip rolling, head banging rockstar were OVER                             ( twenty years overdue, some critics said ), but he still clung to                             whatever fame he had left. No, the 21st century was for his two                             musically inclined daughters. But with Sonja hanging out with a                             indie punk rocker from 'across the Thames’ and Selene being...                             well, Selene, his dreams of entering music nepotism were being                             dashed.

“So you are the one. Fascinating.” Perhaps, they all had a fighting chance. “How can I provide aid? There are so few of us and so many of them.” Both humans and Lycans seeking to rid the world of their kind. It seemed history would repeat itself to lend coin to campaigns. Yet, she would have a different outcome.

In that final fight of Michael and Selene versus Marcus and William, Michael’s attention is constantly split between his battle with William and his mate. Even to the point of stopping and actually hiding when the helicopter comes crashing to the ground and nearly kills Selene. He watches and waits to see, to make sure, Selene is not dead before he goes ahead ahead and continue fighting against William. He sees her standing and then immediately launches back into his assault on William. 

Even when he’s fighting, he is attuned to the sounds of the fight above him, to the fight between Selene and Marcus. He’s actively fighting William, sure, but he’s listening to the beat of Selene’s heart, to every sound of pain or anger that comes from her. This distraction allows William’s claws to strike him with enough force to send him back and into the wall causing it to break. But it’s not nearly enough to get him to stop, and he continues going at it. 

Eventually, Michael gains the upper hand in the fight and tears the top of William’s head clean off. Michael hears Marcus’s distressed cry, but he’s out of breath and tired. He had just been revived after being clinically dead for several hours, and he needs a minute to orient himself. He tried to have that moment before with Selene, but that hadn’t happened. 

Of course, just as he’s finally catching his breath, he hears it. Selene’s gasp in pain. It’s soft, but Michael’s sensitive hearing picks up on it with ease, along with the sudden irregularity of her heartbeat like some of the tissue had been damaged and her breathing turn ragged which leads him to believe that the talon had at least nicked one of her lungs. What really sets him into a rage is the smell of her blood in the air, the same fluid that he had taken from her just the night before. 

It’s almost as if the feral part of his mind takes over, because Selene, his Selene, has been pretty severely injured. He’s just moments away from hopping up there and ending Marcus himself when he hears Marcus speak. 

I knew Viktor made a mistake in keeping you as a pet. He should have killed you with the rest of your family. 

Those words causes the hybrid to freeze where he stood and he just knew that Selene needed to be the one to kill Marcus. Bringing up Selene’s family was like dumping salt on the wound, and asking for this to happen to him. He doesn’t intend to just let Selene be on her own, but he would only step in if she seemed to be in danger. 

He watches as she breaks Marcus’s talon at the joint and yanks it out of her. He can hear the hitch in her breath as she feels even more pain, and watches as she kills the elder hybrid where he stands. His reaction immediate, as he returned to his mortal form and hurries up the steps as he intends to check on Selene. 

He can tell her heart is still having a bit of a difficulty beating and her breathing, while better, is still incredibly ragged. He doesn’t consciously know that the sun is up, but their connection he shares with Selene along with his vampire half makes him unconsciously aware of the sun being close to rising. He needs to get Selene to safety. 

But he rushes up there and just... stops because Selene is there. In sunlight. She’s alive, not burning. He stops and waits for her to turn around, giving her the moment before he walks over to her, meeting her eyes. He hesitates, but he’s eventually he’s at her side, and kissing her.

After she pulls back, they start to walk off of the dismantled bridge when he sees her sway in the corner of his eyes, and he’s barely moving fast enough to catch her as she falls to the ground. He realizes that between the bloodloss, and damage to her heart and lungs, her body gave out. He panics because that’s his mate, what’s tying him to this world. And she just collapsed right in front of his eyes.

He also know that she wouldn’t die from that. He carries her to an isolated area where he can care for her. He gives her his blood as he makes any damage done to her body is healed. He doesn’t want to consider a future without his mate, so he stays by her side, constantly checking her vitals, making sure her heart stays beating and she’s breathing easier 

And it’s after two days when he finally sees her open her eyes, and he can finally breathe easy. 

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One

Michael was grieving over Sam, telling this woman, Selene, the story reopened the wound that he had been trying to hide since his fiance’s death. However, there was something else about Selene that drew him to her, that made him curious, and perhaps interested in moving on from Sam. 

He insisted on going with her to the coven, despite knowing that if he went back, he would be killed. He didn’t know what they would do to Selene if he let her go alone. He was worried about her, and was prepared to follow her out that door. 

Their lips touched in a hesitant kiss, and it was like Michael’s entire world stopped, at least for a moment. It had ended all too soon, and he found his wrist being chained to the chair. He looked from the chain, to Selene again. 

“What are you doing?”

Two

He held her face in his hands. He had seen the blistering burns on her face just moments before, and now, they were all healed up, as if nothing had happened. He couldn’t but stare, although her face slowly moved in his hand so they were now looking into each other’s eyes rather than him at her healed cheek. 

Her hand came up to touch his as he cupped her cheek, and he watched as her eyes darted down to his lips and his did the same to hers. He leaned forward and gently pressed their lips together. The first time their lips touched it was hesitant, as if they were both testing the waters. 

He pulled away, and her eyes darted back down to his lips and suddenly they couldn’t get enough of each other’s taste. They kissed again and again, and he felt her hands come up and push the jacket off of his shoulders. The cloth fell to the floor and he moved to reach behind her. His hand found the zipper of her corset and he pulled it down. 

Three

The fact that he was alive was a miracle in itself. He had been dead, the life had left his body. But here he was, alive and well, with just a scar on his chest to show the damage that had been done to him. He knew the sun was out and he had to hurry before Selene burned to death. He had been revived, only to lose his mate. 

He stopped when he reached the top of the stairs and he stared at her, jaw dropping some. She was there, standing in the sunlight. 

And she wasn’t burning. 

He waited until she turned to face him to start walking over. It was over, finally. Both Marcus and William were dead, and he and Selene had killed them. He was getting sick of the blood that was on his hands. However, if it meant they could be together, it would be alright. 

He saw that she was trying to say something, but could tell she was struggling. The tear that rolled down her face startled him, and he reached to cup her cheek, wiping away the tear. She leaned forward and pressed their lips together. He rested his other hand on her face. He could tell how much this moment meant to Selene, with the way she was kissing him. There wasn’t too much pressure, but just enough. He could feel the tears still dripping onto his hand. He knew Selene had to be this shaken up to be crying. After all, he was alive after all. 

Four 

Michael had traveled all this way to get here, to the Nordic Coven, where he heard his mate was staying. It was freezing, and he could feel hypothermia getting close to setting in. He needed to see her, though. He had heard whispers that Selene thought he was dead, that she had seen Marius’s memories and saw what the lycan had done to him. He couldn’t let Selene continue to think that. He needed her to know that he was alive, and that he wanted to be with her. 

However, their reunion had been delayed, when he collapsed pretty much upon reaching the coven, the cold finally setting in. A few of the vampires brought the hybrid to a room to recoperate, but he kept asking for Selene. He wanted to see Selene. His mate more important to him than regaining his strength. The vampires he asked never responded to his questions about Selene, as if he was more of a prisoner than the mate of Selene. 

It was three days after his arrival that Selene was finally brought in. He could tell it was her even without looking at her. Her scent drew nearer and he knew her heartbeat better than anyone else. When the door opened, he heard her sharp intake of breath and he finally looked up at her. 

“Michael.” She seemed so shocked to see him here, alive and well. She was at his side in a blink of an eye and hesitated before touching his face. He saw the emotion rush through her eyes as she realized that it was really him, and that he was alive and here. 

“Hey, Selene.” He smiled at her, which resulted in her letting out a choked sob, pulling him into a hug before pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss, because after years of being separated, they were finally together once again. 

Five 

Michael held his mate’s hand, wiping the sweat off her brow as she brought their son into the world. Two years after they reunited, and a year after Eve came back into their lives, Selene and Michael decided to try for another baby. A year after that, they finally succeeded and Selene was pregnant. 

The pregnancy had been messy, with several near losses on both Selene and their baby’s life. Even now, the birth was rather hectic. After all, Selene was a vampire elder, and giving birth to a hybrid baby. There was a lot of pressure for nothing to go wrong. And of course, their baby had decided to be born a full month ahead of schedule and it was just sheer luck that Michael had been here for the birth of their son. 

“One more push and we’ll have Lucian in our arms.” He reassured his mate, kissing her head. They had agreed to name the baby after the lycan who really was the reason they were here now. “You can do this Selene.” He hated seeing her in so much pain, but it would be worth it when they were able to hold their son. 

He heard his mate cry out in agony at the next contraction, and then he heard it, their son’s cry as he was brought into the world. Michael smiled and kissed her cheek before going to go check on their son. He helped the healers clean the baby off and cut the umbilical cord before returning with their tiny son in his arms. 

“You did wonderful, Selene.” He said, seeing the tired look on her face as she took their son. She held him to her chest and looked up at him. 

“It’s our son, Michael. We did it.” She smiled at him and looked down at their baby, who was already falling asleep in his mother’s arms. “Our family. You, Eve, Lucian and I… After everything we’ve been through..” She yawned and ran a finger against her baby’s cheeks.