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[quote="illusivepunk, post: 11286695, member: 282852"]Selene turned away from you the moment you began your panicked ramble, giving Erik a hard gaze. The vampire looked up at her pleadingly, as she slowly raised her pistol.



Both of the vampires stay in their pose for sometime, the executioner about to shoot their hapless victim until you finished your ramble, collapsing backwards in a quiver. And as soon as you finish, Selene's eyes narrow into slits, glowing dimly in the darkness before she slowly lowers her weapon, and looks at you once more.



You can barely blink before she disappears in a haze of speed and everything fades to black.



You awake on your back. The ceiling is sleek, black marble. You try to move, but your limbs have been bound.[/quote]

Fear and silence reigned in the dark room, nothing but honed marble the color of obsidian to look at, my arms and legs bound tight. Jesus Christ, she had been fast, I shuddered, all too glad I hadn't fallen to the urge to try to...kill.


I swallowed thickly, my saliva tasting all too much of iron and blood. Had I really been...? I felt my canines, and I should've skipped a heartbeat as I felt how long and sharp they were. I could remember it all, the screams, the clawing, the tearing of flesh and cracking of bone, the sheer desire to kill and break and drink. I shivered, my eyes burning as they watered up with something all too red to be tears, but I blinked it away, taking in a breath to steady myself. I'd killed people. I guess they were Vampires, remembering the fangs and quickness and the glowing eyes, even though I could barely believe that even having seen it, even having seen how fast she was, even remembering me dodging goddamn bullets and tearing through meat and bone like it were paper.


I forced out an exhalation, realizing I hadn't felt the burning in my lungs I normally did from holding my breath that long, and shook my head as I stared at the ceiling. What the hell was happening to me? Was I turning into some kind of...Fucking monster? Or, already turned, I guessed. God, this had to be some nightmare, but one wasn't supposed to feel pain in dreams, or for it all to be so coherent.


I sat there, thinking long and hard, staring at the ceiling, just barely holding back the urge to cry, or scream at so many points. Fear, confusion, loathing, more all ran through me, and in it all I could feel it at the back of my mind and stomach-more like goddamn soul, so hungry.


"Dear God..." I breathed, shivering with terror at that, at everything. I didn't want this, any of this. "Help me, please, keep me safe...I'm so sorry, so sorry for everything..." The bloody tears welled once more. "...I just want to go home Lord, I don't know what's..." I choked, trying to force out the words but nothing came. "I don't want to be like that again and I don't want to die. Just...Guide me, Lord." I swallowed. "Amen." I finished, feeling moisture trickle down my cheek. Guide me through the valley of the shadow of death, I thought, closing my eyes as I took a moment to think.


I'd killed a bunch of them, and now they had me locked up. They could come by at any point to interrogate me or put me down or something. Maybe I could argue my case, but if I failed, that I didn't even want to think about. I doubted I'd be able to sneak past them worth a damn, and if it came to a fight, I'd die. Or it'd go all red again. And I couldn't decide which option was worse. And even if it did go all red again, if I was in the middle of their base, then I'd probably die anyway. Especially if any like that Selene got involved. Wait, why did that sound so familiar? Why did the image of her in my head look so familiar?


I blinked, Selene-Selene-Selene...Lycans...Vampires...Selene...Leather, duel wielding, electric blue eyes...Underworld, I thought in disbelief. I nearly started giggling at the thought, laughing in pure, unadulterated joy. This was Underworld, this was all a fucking DREAM! I didn't have to be afraid, I wasn't something no longer human, I wasn't going to die.


You don't feel pain in a dream. You don't feel bone and flesh ripping under your claws. You don't feel the ripped off skin of your face healing. You don't feel Hunger. And if it was a dream you shouldn't be awake still.




The sudden giddiness that filled me dissipated in a moment as my brain rushed through explanations for both sides, tumbling and jumbling and slamming against one another. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, I didn't have time for this, didn't have time to think over every single bloody thing that entered my head when I was strapped to a table awaiting God knows what, interrogation or...Strapped to a table. A flash of incoherent fearful thought rose from me, suddenly imagining they were going to try vivisecting me, and though I clamped down on that with the ease a night of fear had taught me, I nevertheless decided I wasn't staying. Maybe they were just keeping me here for interrogation or something, maybe I could talk them out of shooting me or not, maybe if I got loose of the cuffs and didn't try to escape I could better talk my way out of it or maybe I could actually get out of there to-somewhere, anywhere.


Rationality didn't really do well on a night like this night, and I started struggling against the bindings, muttering prayers and curses under my breath as I tried to pull free of the restraints. Part of me knew that if they fought werewolves, they probably had werewolf proof restraints, and after last night, they probably would be using them on me and somehow I doubted I could break free of that. Nevertheless, I struggled. Fear is always an excellent motivator.