Disclaimer: I don't own Underworld or Underworld: Evolution, If I did I would make it a series.

Oh yeah, there are spoilers and I'm also going to pretend that at the end of Underworld: Evolution, Selene did not gain the ability to walk in the sun. Told you there were spoilers ;)

Immortal Sunrise

Selene curled up in bed, the sheets tightly coiled around her ankles. Her mind would not rest, could not rest. The sun would rise soon, and she wanted to see it.

Six hundred years of living in the dark seemed far too long for her, an immortal, to not even glimpse the sun in its blazing glory.

She recalled vague memories of twirling in its rays, the glitter that radiated from the sea. The deaths of William and Markus had done nothing to grant her relief. She remembered standing still and stiff after throwing Markus into the helicopter blades. She remembered stretching her hand out and being burnt, but she still got to see it. The sun, that beautiful blazing orb in the sky.

She wanted to experience that exhilarating feeling again.

Selene noticed that the room began to lighten. She darted up from the bed and brushed the curtains away from the window like a child wanting to see a parade. The clouds around the peaks of the Hungarian mountains slowly turned pink from violet, then from pink to orange and soon the sun made its grand appearance.

She suddenly realized her mistake in her eagerness as the glowing orb caused her skin to bubble and burn. Selene hissed and ripped the curtains back and pressed herself against the wall next to the window, still growling.

The soft creak of the door diverted her attention as Michael padded in. She remained indifferent except the faint hint of annoyance. He caught sight of the burns on her face an immediately kneeled in front of her.

"Jesus, Selene." He hissed as he inspected the burns.

"I'm fine. They'll heal."

"Why the hell did you risk it?" Selene didn't answer him, she just looked away as the burns shrank away, leaving a faint red mark.

"See? I'm fine." Michael stood and poked his head through the curtain. The light hurt. "Well, might as well go to bed, we can't do anything during the day."

"You can." Selene muttered bitterly. Michael sighed and stood in his usual awkward stance, like he was confused. Which he probably was. Only a week ago he was bitten by Lucian, then bitten by Selene making him a hybrid. An entirely different concept to grasp. Then he met his fore-father Alexander Corvinus whose blood gave him the ability to become a hybrid. Yup, entirely different concept.

A growl from Selene snapped out of his reverie. A Lycan's growl and a Vampire growl were entirely different things. A Lycan's growl sounded as it should be, deep and threatening. A Vampire's growl reminded Michael of a cougar, or any type of wild cat. Hearing such a sound from a 'human' being was as equally frightening.

"It's still too bright in here." Selene stood by the bed, trying to sink into the shadows all the while looking uncomfortable. She kept blinking and her eyes only opened half-way between each bat of her lashes. Michael thought for a moment. Then his features brightened and he easily picked up the double-bed, frame and all. Selene simply watched him with her calculating stare, her hazel eyes glinting in the faint light.

Somehow, Michael has carried the bed out the bedroom door, down the stairs and then down another flight of stairs to the basement. While he did this, Selene remained in the bedroom, unable to walk in the halls as the windows were not covered. Michael returned shortly with a heavy blanket and beckoned her to him. He covered her with it and led her down the hall, down the stairs and to the basement where the bed lay in a dark corner. The tiny windows were covered in so much grime it was impossible for the sun to penetrate them.

"You always over-do things." Selene said plainly. "You could have easily just used that blanket to cover the window."

"I could've, but I didn't." Michael retaliated. Selene sighed and sat on the bed, staring at a spider and its web. Michael sat beside her and nudged her shoulder. "Aren't you gonna sleep?"

"I'm not tired." She replied after a few moments. Her eyelids began to droop in spite of herself anyway as the death-like stupor of her species slowly took its hold on Selene. Sooner than later she had slumped onto Michael and he, with ease, picked her up and laid her out on the bed in a more comfortable position. Selene's head lolled to the side and her hand flopped to lay on the pillow by her pale, alabaster face.

Michael sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Selene had killed two vampire elders, both in the same week and he had killed the first true Lycan. It all seemed so surreal, like it was some horror movie with a plot that kept twisting, fooling the viewer – him. He decided to retrieve Selene's twin Berettas and a few blood rations. Every two steps he skipped until he was on the landing, the kitchen to his right. Selene's two favourite guns lay in their holsters on the kitchen table which looked like it had been made when Selene herself had been born. He was about to open the cupboard that the blood was kept in when he heard a car pull into the ancient driveway. He snatched the Berettas and slinked into the dining room where he could get a good view of the driveway. A navy blue Tahoe sat there idly for a few moments then the doors opened and three women and a man stepped out. He ducked down and pressed himself against the wall so they wouldn't see him. The door was unlocked because Selene had reduced the primitive device to nothing but a hole in the door. The door creaked open and Michael's keen hearing picked up a woman's sigh.

"Kids these days. Throwing parties in old houses." A feminine voice said in Hungarian.

The other two women and the man filed in after the woman and Michael caught their scents. All human.

"Well, with a lot of renovating this could be an ideal home. A lot of people are moving out of Budapest lately, seeking homes like this one."

"Even now, it is nice looking." The youngest looking of the three women said, running her hand down the dirty wallpaper. The group advanced into the kitchen, leaving room for him to slip into the basement. He almost did until he realized that the blood was still in the cupboard.

Shit. Michael thought, but he had no choice. The basement door was slightly ajar; he would have to wait until they moved to somewhere else. Three of the four proceeded up the stairs, while the youngest stayed in the kitchen doing God knows what. With his inhuman speed he easily slipped past the stairs leading to the second floor and down the basement stairs. Home free.

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Claudia noticed that one of the cupboard doors was open a bit. She knew it was nothing out of the ordinary, but naturally her over-active imagination pushed her to open it. She kneeled down and pushed it open all the way.

She almost fainted from the shock.

Instead she screamed.

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The ear-piercing scream forced Michael to cover his ears and grit his teeth. Selene shot upright in bed, eyes a shocking electric blue.

"What was that?" She hissed.

"I forgot to take the blood rations out of the cupboard. Some people came to look at the house and I guess one of them found the blood. Selene rolled her eyes and removed the coverlet that had been draped over her. She crouched beneath the staircase and looked between the steps to see if anyone was going to come down and discover them. Three sets of feet rushed by and frantic voices echoed through the old house. Selene was able to catch a few bits of their conversation, they were speaking too fast for her brain to completely convert the words into English.

"Blood!"

"…The devil… vampires…"

"Ssh, Claudia… Police!"

"Shit. They're gonna call the police." Michael grunted. Selene turned to him, her eyes still blue.

"Did you get my guns?" Michael tossed the said weapons to her, and she clipped them onto her thighs. "We need to get out of here, now."

"Hey, wasn't this door closed before?" The man's voice cut in. "Someone must be here."

Selene motioned Michael to kneel behind her as she positioned herself into an awkward looking crouch. The man slowly made his way down the stairs, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet, attached was a pocket flashlight. It was awful bright for a miniature.

"Hello?"

Selene and Michael backed away into the wall, hoping to fade into the darkness. The man set foot on the dirt floor and looked around. He called out again and stepped towards the bed in the far corner. Michael went to shift his weight and bumped into Selene who fell forwards with a sharp gasp.

The man spun around and shone the light straight into Selene's sensitive eyes. In retaliation she hissed and bared her fangs. The man was rooted to the spot, a look of pure terror on his face. Selene – still hissing – crouched and launched herself at him. She landed squarely on his chest and ploughed him to the ground. Michael jumped up and grabbed both the coverlet off the bed and Selene and darted upstairs. He threw the coverlet overtop Selene and shoved the three women out of the way. He kicked down the back door and ran full speed down a hill and into the forest.

-End chapter-

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