Greetings from The Lady Mage.
This idea has been playing around in my head for quite some time, but my muse, the lovely vampiress Zosia, has only now gotten off her butt to help me type it up! Lazy muses . . . Anyway, it's gunna have some FLUFF, some OUT-OF-CHARATER-ED-NESS, and a few ORIGINAL CHARACTERS just for flavor. Ratings are subject to change, but I'll post at the top when it does, so no worries! Read, enjoy, review!
Disclaimer: *The Lady Mage stands* I, The Lady Mage, do NOT own Underworld, nor do I own any of its characters. Thank you.
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It was nearing three in the morning in the streets of the little town just outside of Munich, Germany. Earlier, during the day, the skies had opened up and it had been pouring bitterly cold rain ever since. The streets were slick with the liquid, and the air was chilled almost to the point of freezing, but still they ran. Chased from their warm home, they ran for safety and shelter.
"Hurry!" Michael put his hand to the middle of Selene's back, using his momentum to speed her up. He dared to glance back over his shoulder to the group of Death Dealer's chasing them. They were only a block or so behind them now.
"Get them!" shouted their hunters. "Don't let them get away!"
"I can't run much longer!" huffed the vampiress. Michael could feel her slowing as she spoke, his speed was to much for her. Before she could fall, he scooped her up into his arms. The same instant, he let the change come over him, increasing his speed and making the woman in his arms feel no heavier than a cloud.
With newfound speed and stamina, he managed to get farther ahead of the Death Dealers, turning down a different alleyway. He scanned the buildings as he ran, looking for a place to hide.
Selene pointed to a little wooden door set back into the brick building to their right. "In there!"
He hurred into the door's recess, quickly breaking the lock off the door. He set Selene to her feet, then as quickly and quietly as humanly- or rather, inhumanly- possible, the two slipped inside, hurrying down the stairs and into the room below. They found themselves in a large wine cellar. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with bottles. The floor was stacked high with a maze of wine crates.
"This way." Selene said, taking Michael's hand and leading him to the back corner of the room. A little closet was nearly hidden by the wooden boxes. "In here."
Michael nodded, pulling open the door. Inside was lined with shelves of empy bottles that many a spider had decorated with their webs. Selene slipped in, paying the webs no mind, and Michael followed her, pulling the door shut behind them. They stood in silence, listening to the sounds around them- listening for the Death Dealers. After a few minutes passed with no noise, they relaxed.
"Here. We'll sit and rest a moment." Michael murmered, sitting down on the floor. Gently, he pulled her down into his lap, seating her with him, and wrapping his arms protectively around the growing swell of her stomach. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." she answered quietly. "They didn't get near us." She pulled her duster tighter around her, but it no longer closed over her stomach; there was almost five inches across between the edges of her coat.
Michael moved his arms down to warm the exposed area. "We must get you some new clothes soon." he observed, whispering into her ear.
"Later." she muttered, ears still straining to hear anything suspicious. "Right now, we just have to get away from the Death Dealers."
"I don't hear anything. I think they've gone."
"We should stay here." Selene said, warrior mode. "Just until we're certain. Then, we'll find a hotel somewhere- we can't go home."
Michael shook his head. No, they couldn't go home, back to the little apartment they'd been so comfortable in for the past five months. "We'll get a little room somewhere, and during the day, I'll go and bring some of our things back: some clothes, some blood. I don't think they know exactly where we were."
"Still, it is a big risk now that they have found us."
"We'll leave again. We'll go to France- to Paris." he murmered, tilting his head so that his face rested against her neck. "We'll make a new nest somewhere safe."
"There is nowhere safe." Selene grumbled, turning so that she sat across his lap. She laid her head down on his shoulder and let her eyelids flutter closed as she held in a yawn. "We'll be running forever."
"No, we won't." he answered determinedly. "I'll find someplace safe for you and the baby. I swear it on my life, Selene." When he received no answer, he looked down to the vampiress in his lap. She was fast asleep, her run having tired her. He gently reached up and brushed her hair from her face. "I will, Selene." he whispered. "I promise you."
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No one really paid him much mind as he walked down the wet streets with Selene asleep, cradled in his arms. Few were up this early- and early it was for the sun would be rising within the hour- but those that were about were much to busy with their own lives to bother much with his.
Michael carried her down the dirty street to a little hotel- a filthy, undesirable place, but the only place close enough unless he wanted to spend the day in the wine cellar. He entered the building and ordered a room from the surly man behind the front desk, then carried his mate up the stairs to room 6.
A few blankets over the window provided enough protection from the sun, and they were on the south side of the building- out of the sun's direct light. He laid Selene on the bed and covered her with the leftover sheet, then headed out alone to retrieve their things. At the bottom of the stairs, he warned the man that his wife was not to be disturbed- no housekeeping, though he doubted anyone around here knew the meaning of the word, no courtesy calls, no nothing. He added a low, threatening growl at the end, just to be sure, before he took to the streets.
The little apartment they had been in for the past five and a half months was all the way across town- a good long walk from the shabby hotel. He made it quickly enough, jogging most of the way. Up the stairs he climbed to the fourth floor, and stopped at the end of the hall as deja vu hit him right between the eyes.
Their door had been kicked in, and now swung free on a single hinge. The Death Dealers had found their apartment- he could smell the intruders. There had been seven of them. Strangely enough, some scents were vampire, while others were lycan. Were both species after them now?
He padded to the door, listening for activity inside. Once he was sure it was just him, he peeked inside, and the sight that greeted him was surprising to say the least.
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So, how was it? Do you like it? Hate it? Tell me in a review!
The Lady Mage
This idea has been playing around in my head for quite some time, but my muse, the lovely vampiress Zosia, has only now gotten off her butt to help me type it up! Lazy muses . . . Anyway, it's gunna have some FLUFF, some OUT-OF-CHARATER-ED-NESS, and a few ORIGINAL CHARACTERS just for flavor. Ratings are subject to change, but I'll post at the top when it does, so no worries! Read, enjoy, review!
Disclaimer: *The Lady Mage stands* I, The Lady Mage, do NOT own Underworld, nor do I own any of its characters. Thank you.
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It was nearing three in the morning in the streets of the little town just outside of Munich, Germany. Earlier, during the day, the skies had opened up and it had been pouring bitterly cold rain ever since. The streets were slick with the liquid, and the air was chilled almost to the point of freezing, but still they ran. Chased from their warm home, they ran for safety and shelter.
"Hurry!" Michael put his hand to the middle of Selene's back, using his momentum to speed her up. He dared to glance back over his shoulder to the group of Death Dealer's chasing them. They were only a block or so behind them now.
"Get them!" shouted their hunters. "Don't let them get away!"
"I can't run much longer!" huffed the vampiress. Michael could feel her slowing as she spoke, his speed was to much for her. Before she could fall, he scooped her up into his arms. The same instant, he let the change come over him, increasing his speed and making the woman in his arms feel no heavier than a cloud.
With newfound speed and stamina, he managed to get farther ahead of the Death Dealers, turning down a different alleyway. He scanned the buildings as he ran, looking for a place to hide.
Selene pointed to a little wooden door set back into the brick building to their right. "In there!"
He hurred into the door's recess, quickly breaking the lock off the door. He set Selene to her feet, then as quickly and quietly as humanly- or rather, inhumanly- possible, the two slipped inside, hurrying down the stairs and into the room below. They found themselves in a large wine cellar. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with bottles. The floor was stacked high with a maze of wine crates.
"This way." Selene said, taking Michael's hand and leading him to the back corner of the room. A little closet was nearly hidden by the wooden boxes. "In here."
Michael nodded, pulling open the door. Inside was lined with shelves of empy bottles that many a spider had decorated with their webs. Selene slipped in, paying the webs no mind, and Michael followed her, pulling the door shut behind them. They stood in silence, listening to the sounds around them- listening for the Death Dealers. After a few minutes passed with no noise, they relaxed.
"Here. We'll sit and rest a moment." Michael murmered, sitting down on the floor. Gently, he pulled her down into his lap, seating her with him, and wrapping his arms protectively around the growing swell of her stomach. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." she answered quietly. "They didn't get near us." She pulled her duster tighter around her, but it no longer closed over her stomach; there was almost five inches across between the edges of her coat.
Michael moved his arms down to warm the exposed area. "We must get you some new clothes soon." he observed, whispering into her ear.
"Later." she muttered, ears still straining to hear anything suspicious. "Right now, we just have to get away from the Death Dealers."
"I don't hear anything. I think they've gone."
"We should stay here." Selene said, warrior mode. "Just until we're certain. Then, we'll find a hotel somewhere- we can't go home."
Michael shook his head. No, they couldn't go home, back to the little apartment they'd been so comfortable in for the past five months. "We'll get a little room somewhere, and during the day, I'll go and bring some of our things back: some clothes, some blood. I don't think they know exactly where we were."
"Still, it is a big risk now that they have found us."
"We'll leave again. We'll go to France- to Paris." he murmered, tilting his head so that his face rested against her neck. "We'll make a new nest somewhere safe."
"There is nowhere safe." Selene grumbled, turning so that she sat across his lap. She laid her head down on his shoulder and let her eyelids flutter closed as she held in a yawn. "We'll be running forever."
"No, we won't." he answered determinedly. "I'll find someplace safe for you and the baby. I swear it on my life, Selene." When he received no answer, he looked down to the vampiress in his lap. She was fast asleep, her run having tired her. He gently reached up and brushed her hair from her face. "I will, Selene." he whispered. "I promise you."
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No one really paid him much mind as he walked down the wet streets with Selene asleep, cradled in his arms. Few were up this early- and early it was for the sun would be rising within the hour- but those that were about were much to busy with their own lives to bother much with his.
Michael carried her down the dirty street to a little hotel- a filthy, undesirable place, but the only place close enough unless he wanted to spend the day in the wine cellar. He entered the building and ordered a room from the surly man behind the front desk, then carried his mate up the stairs to room 6.
A few blankets over the window provided enough protection from the sun, and they were on the south side of the building- out of the sun's direct light. He laid Selene on the bed and covered her with the leftover sheet, then headed out alone to retrieve their things. At the bottom of the stairs, he warned the man that his wife was not to be disturbed- no housekeeping, though he doubted anyone around here knew the meaning of the word, no courtesy calls, no nothing. He added a low, threatening growl at the end, just to be sure, before he took to the streets.
The little apartment they had been in for the past five and a half months was all the way across town- a good long walk from the shabby hotel. He made it quickly enough, jogging most of the way. Up the stairs he climbed to the fourth floor, and stopped at the end of the hall as deja vu hit him right between the eyes.
Their door had been kicked in, and now swung free on a single hinge. The Death Dealers had found their apartment- he could smell the intruders. There had been seven of them. Strangely enough, some scents were vampire, while others were lycan. Were both species after them now?
He padded to the door, listening for activity inside. Once he was sure it was just him, he peeked inside, and the sight that greeted him was surprising to say the least.
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So, how was it? Do you like it? Hate it? Tell me in a review!
The Lady Mage