She Wolf

Title: She Wolf
Fandom: Underworld
Paring: Kraven/OC, Kraven/Selene, Lucien/OC, Lucien/Sonja
Summary: Sharona is one of the very few female Lycans, and she's got an interesting story. One which envolves Lucian, Kraven and many others. This story does not follow a timeline, it goes back and forth in between the centuries. And trust me, this is no Mary Sue and not for those who dislike blood, violence and a big amount of angst. And my summary sucks, but the story doesen't I hope.
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this, it's written just for entarteinement. Underworld and its character belong to Len Wiseman and Screen Gems/Sony;Sharona belongs to me. The title She Wolf as well as the lines at the beginning came from a Megadeth song, and belong to Dave Mustaine.

Beware what stalks you in the night
Beware the she-wolf and her bite
Her mystic lips tell only lies
Her hidden will to kill in disguise
She Wolf - Megadeth

Charpter One
Hungary - 1389

At first he slash of the blade and the scream of the Death Dealer whose flesh was being ripped made Lucien realize it was not prudent to zone out in the past when he was out on hunt. Then he realized that the smell in the air was not that of a Lycan but that of a Human.

A human. A human, and a female to top it all.

He slowly turned, unsure on what to do, wondering how a woman could have killed a Death Dealer, wondering why she wasn't now attacking him; the situation was just more than strange, the danger just more than a possibility.

What he saw was the not much tall figure of a barely twenty years old girl, with extremely long dark blonde hairs and a pale skin. She had a full round shape, and Lucien could see the way her muscles tensed under her skin--she was indeed very well built to be a woman. That alone was weird enough, but when he noticed her eyes the whole thing suddenly became even more deeply wrong.

Those eyes were dead. Dead. Totally. They had once been of an intense shiny green, but now something had made them infinitely dark and deep filling them with rage, sorrow and hate. If Lucien were to believe in the Devil, then that was exactly the gaze he would have expected to find in the Devil's eyes.

The woman, still holding her sword, seemed uninterested in Lucian's wondering about her persona. She slowly lowered her blade, pulling the sharp point deep in the ground, and then she spoke.

"Are you Lucien?"

"How do you know my name?" he immediatly answered, ready to transform. The air was thick with menace and danger, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

"I know lots of thing about you Lycans. And even about Vampires. " she answered, her voice cold and calm. "I've been looking for you."

And with that she said no more, but just pulled back her long blonde lock; then she lift her hands to undo the buttons of her black dress and bared her neck and shoulder.

"Bite me." she said.

Her skin was inviting and Lucien was hungry, but however he didn't move.

"Why should I?"

She grinned, arching a dark blonde eyebrow.

"I just saved your life. Don't you want to give me something back?"

"It's because I do want that I'm not biting you." Lucien said angrily. "I don't know who you are or how you know about me, but if you really think that being bitten by a Lycan is something fancy you are deeply wrong!"

Even if she kept her glacial exteriority Lucian's Lycan sense could smell the anger and frustration deep inside her.

"I know what it will be like and trust me it can't be worst than what I have right now." she hissed in beetween clenched theet. "Bite me."

A sound of steps and voices somewhere in the forest caught Lucien attention; she must have heard it herself because she tensed and took her sword, instantly on guarde.

"Death Dealers..." she said absently minded. "At least five or six squads."

"You'd better disappear, they won't be happy seeing what you did to their mate there." Lucien said, pointing to the remainings of the Vampire she'd killed before.

"Oh well, they've never really liked me and I couldn't care less." she answered with a wicked grin, and then turned serious all of a sudden. "Lucien, please, won't you just listen to my reasons before denying me the chance of being a Lycan? No one would ever choose such a damnation without very good reasons and I can assure you mine are pretty good."

There was such an intensity in those words and in anything else about her. He'd known a woman as intense and as passionate, long. so long ago..... For the second time in the same night Lucien pushed away the past and tried focusing on the present. That woman, whoever she was and whatever was she suffering for, couldn't be ignored like that. A human who was familiar with Vampires and Lycans, and who wanted to be a Lycan....

"I don't feel like having a discussion amidst Death Dealers." Lucien said. "Quick, let's disappear. There's a place in the forest where we can talk."

He figured he would have had to slow his Lycan pace to match with that of the young woman, and indeed he had; but his manly pace was surplisingly matched by that of the girl. She must have been working out, he thought, probably a warrior work out since she could handle the sword and her agile movements also revealed a certain familiarity with fighting.

For a while they just run in silence, listening to the sounds of the Vampire creche growing weaker with the distance, until they reached the deep part of the forest just at the base of the hills. There was a cave there, a safe place whit water and some food that was used as an emergency hide out. Luckily there wasn't much road left: the girl was almost totally out of breath and strenght, and clearly on the edge of getting sick.

At a few metres from the cave she stumbled on her own feet and almost fell, exhausted; Lucien grabbed her by one arm and litterally dragged her inside, where she fall on her knees on the stone floor and let out a serie of cuss.

"Damn. I'm sorry. I'm usually not this weak." she said in beetween ragged breaths. "I've just had a though time, I haven't ate anything in days."

"You're pretty good to be a human and a female." Lucien answered, offering his hand. "C'mon, got up. I'm looking forward for your story."

***

She'd told him her name was Sharona, but had said nothing about her surname or where she came from. Lucien didn't push it and sat quietly on a nearby stone as she drunk and ate some. When she was finally done, she pulled away the now empty cup of water and got up from the floor. He silently watched her as Sharona walked across the cave to take a sit right in front of him.

At the light of the torches she seemed even more younger and far less distant and strong. The dress she was wearing was a mourning cloth, but the velvet it was made in was clearly very precious. She must have had money...

"So, I guess you want to hear my reasons, huh?" Sharona said, clearing her throat. She looked nervous.

Lucian just nodded, his dark locks falling around his intense face. Her green eyes moved from his futures to the floor.

"I'm seeking for revenge, Lucien. And my mortal life and my mortal capacities are not enough to get it. I carry a pain that is simply too big for a human, for its vastity is just immense and it's weight is terrible and its duration goes even beyond eternity. A mortal life just isn't enough to face it."

He could have doubted if her voice had not dripped in desperation and urgent necessity as it was. That young, broken human being was speaking the truth and Lucien just accepted it, as incredible as it was.

"And why do you choose to be a Lycan? Why not a Vampire?"

She lifted her head, her eyes flaming with raw rage.

"Because it's a Vampire I want revenge on."

That news didn't really surprised Lucian. Unconsciously he had somewhat expected that the pain she called unbearable was linked to the Immortals.

"What did this Vampire do?"

"He destroyed me and anyone and anything I loved." Sharona said, closing her eyes. The Lycan understood she didn't want him to know the full story, nor she didn't want him to see her cry. "There's no peace anymore for me, not on this earth nor underneath it." she went on. "My life as I have once knew it is finished forever, and there's nothing more left for me than dying regretfully. Unless....unless I avenge myself and my beloved. And I can only doing it by fighting the Vampire abomination 'till the end of the centuries. They do not deserve to walk on this Earth. It's cursed enough even without them."

The silence that followed her word was defening and intense. Sharona kept her eyes shut, as if she was hiding in some place far beyond the world, and Lucien remained silent for such a long time that when he spoke again his voice croacked, and he had to clear his throat.

"Revenge is not easy, Sharona. I want you to know this. Seeking for revenge means constantly firing up the pain. It's not easy."


And he knew, oh he knew what was he talking about. He shook his head, pushing the melancholy away.


"I never said I want it easy." she abruptly answered, opening her eyes to fix them in his blue ones. If what she found inside them scared her, she was very good in hiding it.

"It's important that you know what you're going to face. You will live for the whole eternity, but you'll also have to face your pain for the whole eternity. You'll be able to search for you revenge, yes, but you'll also have to focus on staying alive amidst one of the longest and most cruel wars this Earth has ever seen. Often your personal purpose will be put behind by the war, for the war and the fact we succeed is linked with our whole specie life while your revenge is yours only."

She nodded.

"I know about the war. I share every single reason you're fighting for, plus I have my own: I'll never grow tired of fighting. I can be useful to your cause as much as your cause can be useful for mine."

Lucien almost smiled to her pudic hint about his reason for fighting. But she was young, desperate and naive and that alone excused her uncertainity in dealing with the burden of his past. After all from what she's told him, her past alone was hard enough to face.

"Don't be afraid." he said.

She whispered a barely audible "I won't" and watched in awe as Lucien bared his Lycan theet with a roar, extending his claw to grab her shoulders; he pulled her almost in his lap and then with a final thouderous roar buried his wolf like fangs in her skin.