Have you ever loved something so much, with more than your entire being, you would give up basically anything to keep it safe? To keep it protected? No matter the cost. Because the mere thought of it being harmed in anyway simply sickens you?

Well…I have.

My name is Naruto Uzumaki, and you probably know my story. Son of the Fourth Hokage and the Kyuubi Jinchuriki, the night of his birth he becomes the new Jinchuriki and raised with no parents. There are probably even different versions of how I was raised, either I was subjected to ROOT or, the civilian council hated me, I was beaten and abused, or maybe loved and appreciated. Well, to tell the truth I was simply an outcast.

My dream was to become Hokage of my village so people would respect me. I worked hard everyday to do my best and achieve that dream. I made friends, lost friends, had good times and bad ones. Even participated in a world war against a man many claimed was mad, even me. But too boot, had even gone against an acclaimed goddess who was focused on wiping out the entire population of the world.

Anyway, like I said, I'm pretty sure you know my story and it being told in different ways. Which is cool and all, don't get me wrong. But I guess you can say this story I'm going to tell you is being told in a different way, about my life after the war. That question I asked you at the beginning? Well, I basically had to make a choice that changed my life forever…literally.

You see there is a part of my story that people don't know, they assume they do…but they don't. For example, the fact that Sasuke and I still tried are damn hardest to beat Kaguya, but it simply wasn't enough. The fact that he and I…died. That's right, we died. But it doesn't end there like most would think. In the afterlife, limbo, whatever the hell you want to call it we met someone. Someone who claimed to be really powerful and willing to help us out, for a price.

This person, was willing to free every single person that was under the influence of the Tsuki no me, and get rid of Kaguya so she would never be a problem again. Thus the world would be safe from threats that could not be handled, it would rebuild, repopulate, grow. Peace would be established for our world. But there was only one catch…

We wouldn't be apart of it.

This person, was willing to bring us back to life in exchange for our humanity. We would become something else, something more predatory, something more dominate, stronger than what we were. We would be come truly immortal, we would be…forever.

Sasuke said yes.

I said hell no.

Then once again, Sasuke and I were at a stand still.

Just like that, we were enemies again. Even in the after life. The thought angered me, so for the first time in my life I gave in. I gave up my humanity to save my home, to keep my people safe, to protect my friendship with my best friend.

The deal was made, and we were reborn, the two of us. Two immortal beings, two different monsters. For millennia we shaped the world's history. We enjoyed the spoils of our glory, the carnage in battle, the power we earned. Despite my initial protests, it was nice, in fact a very good time. Times I will cherish forever. But then…

It became too much.

I hit a point where it wasn't fun anymore. War, bloodshed, pain, agony etc. none of it was fun for me. I wanted peace, true peace, the kind of peace I sacrificed my humanity for. I wanted some kind of piece of that peace. I knew Sasuke wouldn't hear me, so I simply did what I could. I found love, I found my happiness. Her name was Eve. She was the most beautiful women I had ever laid my eyes on besides my mother. It wasn't just her beauty that made her beautiful, it was her smarts, her charisma, her attitude, her kindness etc. Eve was just a beautiful soul. She was my angel, my queen.

It was because of Eve I no longer wanted to be apart of Sasuke's chaos. I wanted to simply stay with Eve and love her for as long as I could. I told Sasuke what I wanted, and he was angry but I didn't care. He did what he could to convince me, he practically begged for me to stay by his side, even though he won't admit it. I still planned on remaining Sasuke's friend, but I couldn't remain as his partner of chaos.

He didn't like that…so he took Eve from me.

My only piece of true peace, my happiness, the one thing that made me feel human again, and he took that away from me. I spent several millennia with him, pillaging villages, kingdoms, rising empires, dominating battle fields, having harems of women, and he took the one thing that made me truly happy. I snapped.

I went on a rampage, and slaughtered a good portion of his kingdom. It wasn't enough. He further pissed me off when he thought that with Eve out of the picture I would come back to be at his side. He brushed off her death like it was nothing, he brushed off her meaning to me as if it was nothing. I had had enough of Sasuke Uchiha, and with my power, I had planned on killing him. I didn't know how I was, but I knew I was.

Thus an eternal feud between two monsters began.

But after several centuries, I just stopped fighting. I didn't want to do it anymore, but I wasn't going to just let Sasuke's slight to me go. So without a word, I dropped off the face of the earth. I did what I could to make sure Sasuke would never find me, and I would never have the urge to find him. So with help from some Witches, I made my curse dormant along with my memories, in hope that they would never return and I could live a recycled life without ever knowing I was.

But it seems that hopeful thinking…is now over.

I am Naruto Uzumaki, and I made a deal with the Devil…

Chapter One

"Why are they following me?"

Michael Corvin gave a grumble as he walked with haste down the street, doing his best to lose two guys who were obviously following him. It was a big muscular black guy, and an average white guy, and though he was doing his best not to look back and make eye contact, they gave off a weird vibe.

He was just trying to get home after working a rather long day of work. So why oh why, did they seem up to no good? With that thought, he headed into the train station. More people, he needed more people around if he wanted to maybe lose them or even dissuade them from doing whatever they were trying to do to him. So he headed for the south terminus and pulled down his hood, running his hand through his wet stringy dirty blond hair.

As he walked further in, waiting for the train to stop, his eyes caught sight of a very beautiful dark haired beauty who looked somewhat surprised to see him. She had dark brown eyes, slightly pale skin, pitch black shoulder length straight hair that looked silky smooth. She also had full pink lips, that parted slightly upon looking at him, allowing him to see her perfectly straight white teeth. His eyes then glanced down to take in the rest of her ands he looked to be athletically toned, having a rather modest bust, very nice legs which probably went with a great ass. She looked to be a leather body suit with boots and a trench coat, which was quite mysterious but meh, to each their own. Either way she was really beautiful, leaving him quite captivated.

She quickly hid behind a pillar though and he stared for a moment longer before he decided to walk on. As he walked towards the end of the train he hummed to himself but he got a weird vibe again and before he turned around he heard a deep voice yell out, "BLOODS!" turning he saw one of his pursuers whip out two SMG's and began firing at will. Cursing to himself, he ducked and got in the train while people screamed and rounds were being fired. For what felt like minutes, he sat there crouched as he heard rounds and rounds being exchanged in different directions.

He then heard a scream, and he peeked his head out to see a woman convulsing on the ground, holding her shoulder which was bleeding. Quickly, Michael jumped from his position and slide over to the woman, and getting them out of harms way. "Hey hey, it's okay. You're going to be okay," Michael smiled doing his best to calm her down, while studying the wound. But before he could act and put his medical knowledge to the test, he was suddenly grabbed by a man with a gun trying to pull him back. "Would you get off?!" Michael demanded as he tried hitting the man off. But instead the man went flying from receiving two bullets to the chest, courtesy of the dark haired beauty from earlier. "Whoa," he breathed as she kept walking past him as the guy began to get away. Then she came back, and grabbed something off the ground before taking off. Michael gazed after her and gave a sigh before looking down at the woman, shaking his head.

"What the hell did I get myself into?"

Michael hummed a quiet tune to himself as he made his way to his apartment, he was simply down the hall and began to pull out his keys to open the door but he quickly stopped. Why did he stop?

Well that's because his door was wide open, looking as if it had been kicked in. His phone was even ringing and everything thing in his body was telling him to turn around and find a new apartment. Well almost everything, because one part urged him to find out just what the hell was going on. So he walked into his apartment and just as he did so, his answering machine picked up. The person who called was Adam, a fellow intern at work. Adam was telling him that police were just in the hospital looking for him, convinced that he was involved with a shootout.

And just as he continued to listen to it, he was caught by surprise when something black zipped up to him, grabbed him by his throat and slammed him against the wall, raising him up. He choked a bit as the grip was rather strong then looked to see it was the woman from earlier. "Why are they after you?!"

"The hell are you talking about lady?" he gurgled out before their attention was giving to howling, followed by growling and the ceiling looked as if it was coming down. The woman released him and began shooting, so while she did that, he ran out the room. Quickly he ran into the elevator and began to shut it, while he panted just as the door closed he began heading down. "This is one crazy day," he grumbled to himself and was about to walk out the elevator that reached the bottom floor. But before he did, there was a man standing directly in his way, gazing at him with slight amusement.

"Hello Michael."

"Shit…" was all Michael could say before the mysterious man started getting blasted. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Michael panicked, not sure which way to go at all. The man then fell forward, bringing him down as well and Michael did his best to get him off, but instead the man sunk his teeth into his shoulder, and bit down hard. "AAAHHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Michael screamed out as there was a sudden burning sensation. As he hissed and groaned in pain, the mysterious woman grabbed him by the ankles and dragged him down the hall.

She then helped him up and they began running, though Michael was still in pain over the bite wound. Why the hell would that guy bite him?! Out of all things to do, he bit him! HARD!

He then got into the woman's black Jaguar and slammed the door. While holding his shoulder he looked to her with a demanding look, "What the fuck is going on?!" her answer was to simply floor the gas and they began taking off. Not even several minutes later, but a moment later there was a thud from behind and he looked to see that guy who bit him catching a ride on top of the car.

Suddenly a large double edged blade pierced through the top between them, repeatedly. It was the third time though, the blade came down and pierced through the woman's shoulder, causing her to scream in pain. Michael watched in surprise as she gritted her teeth then stomped on the brakes, causing their attacker to go flying and tumble across the ground. He soon stood up, and the car pulled back before she stomped on the gas and ran him over, and didn't stop.

Michael gave a pant as the pain made him flinch then he looked over to the driver and saw blood drip down from her wound. He also noticed she took slow blinks, which made him frown. "Stop the car," he told and she glanced at him, but said nothing. "Stop the car lady!" he ordered and she growled smacking him back, then whipping out a .45 on him, pointing at his face.

"Back off!"

Michael gazed at the barrel before he gave a nod with a frown, "Alright okay." She glared at him for a few moments before putting it away and he gave a grumble, "But you've lost a lot of blood. If you don't stop the car you're gonna get us both killed," he reasoned making her glance at him. But once again she didn't respond, "I'm not fucking with you,"

"Neither am I!" she responded before making a turn. "Now shut up and hold on, I'll be fine." With that said she increased the speed, but not even a moment later she slumped forward causing Michael's eyes to widen.

"Shit!" he cursed, as he lunged for the wheel and tried to turn them, but all it served was causing them to hit the rail and go flying with a flip into the water. As they did, he hit his head against the window. Disoriented he gave a groan as the car sunk into the water, shaking his head which now had a growing headache, he unbuckled the dark haired beauty who apparently was quite stubborn and thought of a way to get out before they both died. He grabbed her gun and fired at the cracking window, causing water to come pouring in.

Grabbing her he swam through the window and headed up for air. Bringing them up, he swam to shore and hid under a dock. Quickly he began pressing against her chest, which resulted in her coughing up water and opening her eyes which were now bright blue. She took a gasp of air, still disoriented while he looked at her wound. He hummed to himself, running his hand through his hair, doing that he felt something that wasn't wet and saw blood on his fingers. His blood. Great.

Taking off his jacket, he ripped off the sleeve and tied it tight against her wound. Once he made sure there weren't any other injuries he laid down beside her, then suddenly all his energy left him. Closing his eyes, he soon fell into a land of darkness. However that land of darkness suddenly became a blur, a blur of scenes that he did not know of. A blur of scenes that may have resembled memories? They were going by fast, but not fast enough for him to not at least get a decent look. Though there were different people and different situations going by, flashes and such, one thing remained the same, a golden blond man with blue eyes and whiskers on his cheeks.

His attention was then given to one scene in particular, it was the blond man laying in bed beside a beautiful woman with dark red hair and bright calming green eyes with a beautiful smile that was directed at him. Michael felt a connection with the woman, because she was beautiful, and for some reason seeing the happiness in her eyes made him feel sad…as if he missed her. Which was strange because he never met her, doesn't even know her name. But he felt as if he knew her entirely. It was really weird.

What was more weird was after that scene there was nothing but scenes of violence, a dark smoky sky, dead bodies littered everywhere with the blue fire and the white full moon being the only sources of light. Then he heard a angry roar and before he could figured out what it was, his eyes opened and he suddenly tried to get up, but was pushed back down.

"Calm down," he heard, seeing the woman sitting at beside him with a curious expression. "You need rest, you're head took a good knock," She informed. Michael hummed as he did feel a stinging sensation. "Do you have any idea why those men were after you?"

He didn't answer, as he tried to calm down a bit. "Where am I?" he questioned as he didn't recognize his surroundings. The woman told him he was safe and studied him with careful eyes before speaking again.

"I'm Selene."

That was all he heard before he went back under.

"I've been having these hallucinations, delusions since he bit me,"

Adam wiped away excess blood on Michaels head who was really clammy and seemed quite on edge. He had reasons to be. After he learned of Selene's name, he passed out and experienced even more memories that did not belong to him. He had even begun to hear voices, which freaked him out. When he woke up, there was this blond woman standing over him who hissed at him. But even crazier, was the fact she jumped and landed on the ceiling, hissing at him with fangs!

He wasn't sure if she was going to attack or not, so he ran and jumped out the window. It must have been two stories or so, but he survived! Then he was able to outrun some dogs, and hop over a tall gate. In his mind there wasn't many people he could go too, anyone really. He's only been in Budapest for two months or so, Adam was the only person he really know. So he came to Adam, so here he was…feeling like complete shit.

"It feels like my skull is splitting in half," he groaned out. He then noticed the look on Adam's face, which showed he didn't believe him. So he showed him the wound and Adam was surprised by it, inspecting it a bit. "I am not making this shit up. Wasn't a dog, it was a man. He was after me, and the woman, that cutie from the subway…"

"What woman?"

"Are you not listening?!" Michael suddenly yelled, getting very irritable. "She took me hostage!" Adam did his best to placate him, and telling him he would be back. Michael however grabbed him, before letting him go after some convincing. Several moments later her stood up and paced around, feeling uneasy. He then looked out the door to see Adam coming back with two police offers. "Bitch ass," he grumbled before he looked for an out.

Finding one, he took it.

"Get in,"

With no hesitation, Michael got into the car with Selene who was gazing at him thoughtfully. Once he was seated, she took off as he put on his seat belt. Safety first. "You can never come here again, they'll kill you. Do you understand?" Selene ordered with Michael grunting in response.

"Why? Who are you people?" he demanded. Even though he had just left, he had no other place to go besides to talk to Selene, as she might be the only person who could explain what was going on with him. He obviously got dragged into something he had no idea about, and now he wanted answers. Selene however just gazed at him before moving his shirt a bit to look at his shoulder. She had a somewhat surprised expression upon seeing his bite mark and he raised a brow. "Hello?"

"Whether you like it or not, you're in the middle of a war that's been raging for the better part of 1000 years, maybe longer." she explained to him and he had a questioning expression on his face. "A blood feud between Vampires and Lycans. Basically, Werewolves." Hearing this made him refer back to when he was bitten and when that woman hissed at him. "Consider yourself lucky. Most humans die within an hour of being bitten by an immortal. The venom they transmit is deadly,"

"So…if you bit me, I'd become a vampire instead?"

"No, you'd die," she said simply making him frown. "No one's ever survived a bite from both species. By rights I'd stop the car and kill you myself but…"

"Then why are you helping me?" he demanded with a growl.

"I'm not!" she growled back. "I track down and kill your kind. My only interest is finding out why Lucian wants you so badly," with that she turned down a street and stopped at a building. "Come on," Selene told him as she got out the car and Michael followed with a grumble.

As he they walked up the long stairwell, he gave a sigh. "I'm seeing these things. These hallucinations," he brought up and Selene glanced back to him before giving a answer.

"They're not hallucinations, they're memories," she informed. "You've been bitten, so his memories have been passed to you," he was told but Michael frowned. He was pretty sure that the blond guy he was seeing was not the same person who attacked him. But he simply kept that to himself for now. Within minutes they reached the top, and she opened a door, heading inside. "This is one of the places we use for interrogations, it should be safe."

Michael looked around curiously as he followed her inside, to see it looked like some kind of kitchen. She turned on the light and opened the blinds before heading to the fridge. She then tossed him something and he realized it was a blood bag with the title, "Ziodex Industries," he read, which she replied with that they own it, mentioning synthetic plasma. What he heard was cloned blood. He then noticed a tray that had several silver bullets. "Silver bullets?"

"Lycans are allergic to silver," she shrugged while she typed on a computer. "If we don't get our bullets out quickly enough, they end up dying on us during questioning." He then wondered what they did after, which she glanced back to him, "We put the bullets back in."

Michael said nothing in return as he sat down while she walked over to the windows, the two of them silent. "Why do you hate them so much?" he asked, breaking it. He could see it in her eyes how much hate there was when Lycans were brought up, the sneer her face held, and the underlying disgust in her tone. It made him curious.

"I already told you, we're at war."

"So, just following orders?" he hummed causing her to look at him for a few moments then turning away again. "I mean it's okay if you don't want to answer the question, not like I wanted to know anyway." Michael grumbled with a shrug. Selene remained silent and he did as well, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do.

"Something was in the stable, tearing our horses to pieces," Selene spoke up causing Michael to look at her with curiosity. "I couldn't have saved my mother or my sister. Their screams woke me. My father died outside, trying to fend them off," she went on quietly. "I stood at my door, about to run to my nieces' room…" she paused momentarily, as if stuck in the past. "Twin girls, barely six years old. Butchered, like animals. Next thing I knew, I was in his arms," Selene said confusing Michael. "The war had spilled into our house, he'd been tracking the Lycans for days. He droved them off and saved me."

"Who?"

"Viktor. The oldest and strongest of us. That night he made me a Vampire. He gave me the strength to avenge my family," Selene informed as she crossed her arms. "Since then, I've never looked back."

"Who started the war?"

"They did, or at least that's what we've been led to believe," Selene told him. "It's been rumored that the war had been going on even centuries before Viktor was born. Happening in different places in the world, the reason why lost in time. But digging in the past is forbidden," she muttered before taking a small breath and walking past, grabbing her gun. "I should be heading back."

"And I'm just supposed to wait here?"

"Viktor will know what to do," Selene told him as he even stood up. "I will come back tomorrow night,"

"Tomorrow? I'm not staying here alone," Michael refused. "I want to go with you," he said as the two were now close together. Selene said nothing as she moved in closer to his lips, and he did as well. But Michael blinked in complete confusion when she instead chained him to the chair. "The hell?"

"When the full moon rises tomorrow night, you will change, you will kill and you will feed. It's unavoidable, so I can't leave you free to roam around. I'm sorry," with that she moved to leave, but paused. Gripping her gun and unloading it she turned and showed it to him. "A single round won't kill you, but it will prevent you from transforming, at least for a few hours. If I don't return in time, do yourself a favor, use it." With that she walked out, handing the gun to him. Michael watched her leave before he gave a grumble,

"Yeah…sure."

Michael woke up with a start from his weird crazy confusing dreams when he heard the door suddenly open then slam. Looking towards it he saw Selene looking quite upset, and in a hurry. "We need to go."

"Got to unchain me first," Michael responded as he raised his chained hand. He had tried breaking the chains as best he could but he couldn't. Not even shooting it would break it. He stood up as Selene began to free him. From outside they heard a door kicked open and looked towards the monitors to see that people with guns were headed towards the room they were in. Quickly, she pulled out her gun and began firing at the door and wall moving side to side before she turned. Michael already knew, as he crouched down and she fired at the window.

Standing back up he ran towards the window and was about to jump when he saw just how high up he was. "Jump," Selene urged and he looked towards her with a shake of the head.

"I'll pass."

Just then the door was kicked open and Selene turned around, firing at their attackers. Bullets were flying, and Michael dove out the window, as he fell towards the ground, he instinctively manuevered himself around, to the point he landed right on his feet. "Whoa." He didn't really have time to gawk as a police cruiser turned the corner and stopped right in front of him. "God damn," he groaned as two officers came out and went for him. He was able to punch one, but the other grabbed him then threw him into the car before they got in the car and took off.

As they drove, he began to feel sick again, but even worse than before. He didn't even hear what the two officers said really, as he was too worried about trying to breathe considering it was very hard to do that. His nose was even beginning to bleed and he looked out the window, gazing at the lights before he then noticed a full moon.

Then almost instantly, he was being hit with a ton of memories and knowledge he couldn't even process, but more importantly he couldn't breathe. His body was doing more than just aching now, it was actually fucking hurting like every bone in his body was breaking! He lifted up his shirt to see that his ribs were shifting, and growing which was painful as fuck! "GAH!" he screamed out as his body started to shake a bit, feeling as if he needed to stretch in this compacted car.

"Shit! He's not gonna make it!"

And he sure felt like it.

He felt like hell.

"You've been given an enzyme to stop the change," he heard and his eyes slowly opened to gaze at the very man who bit him, who basically turned him into a lycan. Michael also realized he could not speak due to his mouth being plugged up. Not to mention he was strapped to some vertical table. "It may take a little time for the grogginess to dissipate.

Another man tried to plug a syringe into him, and Michael flexed his arm, causing it to be dropped then broken. Angry at the defiance the man back handed him and Lucien snapped at the man, "Enough!" the man looked towards his leader as Lucien took a breath. "Just go see what's keeping Raze will you?" giving one last glare to Michael, he left. "I really must apologize, he's in desperate need of a lesson in manners," he smiled as Michael gazed at him, his vision coming in and out. "Speaking of manners, where are mine? Forgive me. I'm Lucien," he said removing the gag.

"Michael," the man returned before he gave a frown, "I need to go. I need to get back." Lucien hushed him as he cleaned a spot on his arm for a vein.

"There's no going back. There's no going anywhere," Lucien said as he found a syringe. "The Vampires will kill you on sight, just for being what you are, one of us." This made Michael frown as he looked away. "You are one of us." With that he plunged the syringe into Michael's arm, earning a groan of discomfort, he hated needles. "Calm down, I'm bringing an end to this conflict." Lucien told him as he took Michaels blood.

"Your war, it has nothing to do with me," Michael told Lucien who gave him a raised brow with a look.

"My war?" he questioned causing Michael to narrow his eyes before he caught sight of Lucien's necklace. Michael's eyes became glazed over as he watched memories that were different from the ones he's been watching, these ones more clearer. It had to deal with Lucien instead of the blond man he had been seeing. Lucien and a woman named Sonja. After several moments of watching, he finally came too and gazed at Lucien. "They forced you to watch her die," this caused Lucien to look up from what he was doing, which made Michael clarify. "Sonja."

Lucien remained silent as Michael took a breath, "That's what started the war, I saw it happen as if I were there." Lucien gave a small dry smile as he debated on what he should say, so he gave a small sigh.

"We were slaves once. The daylight guardians of the Vampires. I was born in servitude," Lucien said humorlessly. "Yet I harbored them no ill will. Even took a vampire for my bride. It was forbidden, our union. Viktor, feared a blending of the species. Feared it so much, he killed her. His own daughter, burnt alive for loving me." Turning to face Michael he shook his head, "This is his war. Viktor's. And he spent the last six hundred years exterminating my species."

"What are they going to do to Selene?" Michael asked, inquiring about the beautiful vampire. He didn't get an answer to his question as two men walked in the room, getting Lucien's attention.

"We have company."

"Oh how the hell did I get myself in this?"

Michael gave a groan as he could feel his body slowly begin to ache again, and his head was throbbing from the memories that were swimming in his brain. Just a few minutes ago he heard gunfire, then an explosion which meant that there was battle going on. He needed to get out of here though. So as he tried to rip through his restraints, which he was failing miserably at, he heard monstrous growling.

Hearing that, he raised his head and looked in the direction of it to see the silhouette of a lycan approaching the room. Cursing quietly to himself, he really tried to break free and he flinched when he heard gunshots and a pained growl. It fell forward and he saw Selene standing there with her gun, she walked forward and fired at it again, making sure it was dead for real. She then looked up at him and walked forward, shooting off his chains. "I have to get you out of here. Viktor's on his way and he won't be satisfied until every Lycan's dead."

"They'll kill you too just for helping me," Michael said as he stepped off the table, which she nodded in understanding. "I know what started the war," he said he then looked around to the dead Lycan. "But first lets get out of here," Selene nodded and led the way way out. A sight they came upon was a full out battle between Lycans and Vampires, then Selene turned around and fired a Lycan that was right behind them. Quickly they walked off, with Selene watching his back. Michael opened a door, hoping to look for a way out, but what he found was some man who looked ticked off upon seeing him. He heard Selene take in a breath as the man raised his arm and fired at Michael's chest three times.

He flew back and began to choke as his body was now on fire, Selene coming to his side with wide eyes as she watched the silver nitrate run through his veins. "Okay that's enough! You're coming with me!" the man known as Kraven growled as he reached for Selene but she smacked away his hand with a hiss.

"I hope I live long enough to see Viktor choke the life from you," she responded and he growled but nodded.

"I bet you do," he commented. "But let me tell you a little something about your beloved dark father," Kraven started while Michael continued to choke and gasp, dying slowly and painfully. "He's the one who killed your family, not the Lycans," Selene gazed at him with narrowed eyes and looked away as he leaned down. "Never could follow his own rules. Said he couldn't abide the taste of livestock so every once in a while he went out and gorged himself on human blood. I kept his secrets, cleaned up the mess, but it was he, who crept room to room, dispatching everyone close to your heart," Kraven explained.

Selene could only listen and gaze at the dying Michael as she had a thoughtful look on her face. "But when he got to you, he just couldn't bear the thought of draining you dry. You, who reminded him so much of his precious Sonja, the daughter he condemned to death."

"Lies,"

"Believe what you want. Now come on, your place is by my side," he said but she scoffed while looking to Michael who had finally stopped choking, simply laying still. Kraven saw this and he growled and cocked the gun, "So be it," he scowled. Just as he was about to fire, his leg was grabbed and the two saw it was Lucien, gazing at Selene. Kraven scoffed as he was still about to shoot, but Lucien stabbed through his leg earning a yell of pain. Kraven growled as he then backhanded Lucien, stumbling as he walked.

Lucien then looked to Selene who glanced from him to Michael. "Turn him," Lucien advised causing Selene's eyes to widen as she looked to Lucien. Then the words of Singe ran through her mind, Half vampire, Half Lycan, but stronger than both. Making her decision, she bit her wrist then made Michael drink from it, which he did almost instinctively. She winced lightly as he began to drink more and more, his eyes shooting open.

Selene, Kraven and Lucien watched in fascination as Michael's entire body stiffened. "What the hell are you doing?" Kraven hissed as he watched her and was about to do something about it, but his attention was given to Lucien who chuckled.

"You may have killed my cousin, but my will is done regardless," he laughed causing Kraven to snarl and fire at Lucien multiple times. Once that was done, he was about to move on to Selene when he saw shadows approaching and he fled. Selene who was too focused on the sensation of Michael feeding from her, and the fact that he seemed to be getting healthier, distracted her. Viktor grabbed her and threw her to the side, causing her to slam against a wall. He then picked up the half conscious Michael, gazing at him to see his eyes were glazed over, yet they weren't normal. Snarling, Viktor threw him as hard as he could through the wall, causing him crash through it and to the ground.

Michael laid there in the puddle of water, completely out of it as his head continued to thump yet his heart was slowing and soon enough the pain just stopped. His body was no longer aching, his head was no longer hurting, he wasn't in anymore pain.

Then he was…

It felt as if a nuke went off in his mind because every single memory that did not belong to him came flooding through. But not only that his body felt as if it was on fire and his bones were constantly breaking and repairing itself. He couldn't breathe, this pain was even worse than the first time this pain was past excruciating, there were no words for it. Slowly, yet surely he felt as if he was losing himself, as if he was drowning, sinking further into darkness. There was a light, he could see it, but he couldn't reach it no matter how far he outstretched his hand.

Slowly he let the pain take over, and Michael Corvin closed his eyes forever…

Never to return from the darkness.

"I did what I had to do to protect the species!"

Selene could only gaze at Viktor with a look of hurt and anguish, betrayal running through her body. "Something I am forced to do yet again!" he scowled as he pulled out his sword and she winced. Her eyes however widened when he moved to the side, planning on killing Michael.

"No!" she protested, but she saw him stop at the wall he had broken, confused. He was confused because he didn't see Michael Corvin where he was supposed to be. Where did he go?

"Hi," the two heard and Viktor turned around, but as soon as he did he was forced out of the room, and down below, crashing to the ground. Selene gazed at the man that stood where Viktor just was, and he was no Michael Corvin. No, he was better…way better.

This man was taller than Michael, standing at 6'2. But not only that his body was way more defined yet seemingly younger than Michael, as if he could pass of for Nineteen years old. Due to being shirtless his biceps, triceps all defined and visible, he also sported a developing eight pack as well. The pants that Michael had been wearing were cut short, to be shorts, showing that unlike most men who cared just about their top, he also cared about his lower body as well. His calf's were huge, powerful, his legs were just as defined, his thighs powerful as well. Her eyes then followed the defined V that pointed to the last appendage that she could imagine is just as developed as his body.

His skin was flawless being a light bronze color, looking perfectly smooth. Sitting on his shoulders was messy naturally spiky golden blond hair. She could see from the side of his face that he sported three whisker marks on his cheek, as well as the fact he had fangs jutting from his upper lip. His face was incredibly handsome, to the point if she could blush she would have. Not only that but the presence he gave off was very different from the one Michael gave off. This man, gave off the vibe of a powerful respected king, a seasoned incredibly skilled warrior, a compassionate thoughtful man yet a bloodthirsty wild trickster. She felt as if this was no mere man, but something more, something divine yet demonic. It was strange, and quite a bit of a turn on.

"Selene," she heard the man say gaining her attention with his smooth yet bass filled voice. It was calm, patient, thoughtful. Her eyes widened a bit as he looked at her fully, allowing her to see sapphire blue eyes, and the beautiful charming smile he gave her, "Just sit tight, kay? I got this." And just like that his smile turned into a devious smirk, and his sapphire eyes turned to a crimson red, his sclrea bleeding pitch black. Then with a single step, he was off to deal with Viktor.

Viktor raised his head from being in the water and he was surprised to see the strange man before him. He glared at the man, wondering who he was, because he did not look like Michael Corvin. "Who are you?" he demanded with the blond giving a smirk, and kicking him straight in the face. Viktor was sent smashing into a wall and just as he was about to fall forward, his attacker grabbed him by the throat, slamming him further into the wall.

"You should really be asking, what am I," the man sneered as Viktor choked. "I could give you a whole spiel on how I am death, your demise, blah blah blah, but that's so boring, because I'm sure you already know that," he shrugged. "Now, be a good rag doll as I work out the kinks," with that he tossed Viktor once again, before blurring before him and kneeing him in the gut.

Stepping back he swung and brought up his leg only to bring it down against Viktor's head, knocking him down into the ground. He hummed to himself as he flexed his hand then stepped back as Viktor lunged him to claw at him with a hiss. "C'mon can I have a smidge of a challenge? Pretty please?"

"Be silent!" Viktor snarled as he continued to fight with the mysterious man who was easily avoiding his attacks. The blond sighed as he eventually caught Viktor's fist then turned it, effectively breaking his arm, then kicking him in the chest, sending him crashing into a pillar. His attention was then given to three men who showed up, firing silver nitrate at him. Raising a brow, he caught one of the bullets in mid air and hummed before catching the rest of them. Crushing them in his hand, he let the silver nitrate ooze on his palm.

"Interesting, silver doesn't even work eh? How useful," he grinned he then looked towards the three men. His eyes were so focused on them, he could see their hearts beat, giving him a good x-ray vision. Rolling his neck, he took a step and was before them in an instant. He ripped two of their hearts out with ease, then dropped them before ripping off the third's head. "Interesting indeed," he chuckled before avoiding the sword strike from Viktor. "Oh? You know how to use one? How cool," he smiled as he avoided the following strikes. "Wish I had mine, maybe I could see how good you really were. Oh well," so he grabbed Viktor's sword and broke it with two fingers before he broke Viktor's wrist then plunged he broken sword into his own body. With a grin, he then kicked Viktor away from him.

Viktor once again flew, landing in the water with the blond humming a tune as he walked over to Viktor just as Selene came down to see what was going on. Viktor gave a groan as he did his best to remove the sword from his chest, gasping as he did so. He didn't get much chance to do anything else because his opponent was already upon him, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up with a single hand. "How does it feel?" the man asked Viktor who glared at him. "How does it feel to know you killed your only daughter, and your grandchild because of a silly fear of a Hybrid race? A hybrid race that is now about to kill you for all the crimes you have committed against my line, my family?" he questioned with a growl causing Viktor's eyes to widen. "Yes, the legends are true. I am him. And I am sentencing you to death,"

He then slammed Viktor into the ground before he looked towards Selene, "Selene dear, c'mere." At his request, Selen approached him, though she was cautious. The blond man watched her with patience as he held Viktor in one place, kneeling before them. Outstretching his hand, the two watched as the broken sword and the blade flew into his hand and he melded it back together. Satisfied with his handy work, he handed it to Selene. "Would you like to be his Executioner?" he offered which surprised them greatly, looking at each other. "I had my fun. However it was your family that was killed as well, I believe you should have some kind of justice,"

Selene gazed at him as he had a small understanding patient smile, then to Viktor who looked betrayed, glaring at her. Taking the sword from the man she knew was not Michael Corvin, she gazed at Viktor, testing the swords weight. Gripping it strongly, she glared at him. "The immortality you gave me is not a fair trade for the family you took from me," with that she swung the blade, decapitating Viktor. Both watched with blank expressions as Viktor's head rolled off his shoulders and his body slumped.

Dropping the sword Selene's eye caught something and she walked over to it, and saw it was Sonja's necklace. As she picked it up, she turned to the blond man who was glancing at the shadows, a challenging look in his eyes as he looked at the Lycans who were hiding and watching. His attention then went to Selene who walked up to him, with a curious expression. "Who are you?" she questioned and the man smiled softly as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I've gone by many names over the millinea, Michael Corvin being one of them. Fenrir, Achilles, Ares, Anubis, Gabriel, blah blah blah," the man waved them off as he gave a sigh, almost in thought. He then glanced to Selene, leaving his thoughts before he gave a small smile and held out his hand, for her to grab. "But…" he paused as his smile widened quite a bit.

"You can call me Naruto."