Brothers

Selene lay on her side facing the wall while Markus lay beside her stroking her hair like one would their favourite pet. They were both naked. Selene fought the feelings she had for him. He was kind to her despite the constant forced sex. Her body was starting to fight her on this one. If only she could give in to him…



Suddenly Markus rolled to his feet and quickly pulled on black leather pants. Selene sat up and waited until he strode from the room before mimicking him and pulling on her own leather attire. Something was wrong. She sensed something faintly that Markus had obviously felt more strongly.



Silently Selene crept down the hall. Shot gun blasts sounded from just a head, at the entrance. “Shit,” Selene whispered as she picked up into a full run. She leaped up onto the high railing at the top of the massive set of black carpeted stairs and looked down into chaos. Eight vampires were engaging Markus who now screamed out his outraged at this attack, his body quickly transforming. They were fighting for the leadership of the joined clans.



Two of Markus’ guards were down leaving Markus alone to fight off the still standing seven vampires. Two of the vampire actually backed down as Markus stabbed his massive wings through two of the black clad intruders. They would attack once he was wounded. Another shot sounded and Markus was thrown slightly forward by the shower of pain that blasted into his lower back. A shot that would have put a hole through any other never even slowed him down as he furiously lunged at the nearest vampire, his inch long talons ripping flesh and bone, fighting to get to the one with the gun. A rain of bullets suddenly ripped into his side as the machine gun was revealed. Markus leapt into the air but was brought down as the spray decimated his right wing. Roaring in pain and rage Markus was brought even lower from another shot gun blast.



Markus lifted his hybrid black eyes to look at his destroyers only to see the one with the machine gun fall into Selene’s deadly embrace. The vampire fell limp and the gun was in her hands before he even hit the ground. The spray hit the unsuspecting vampires with perfect accuracy taking down two almost instantly. Two remained as Selene ran out of ammo. The undead with the shotgun was now fully dead and the other two eyed it as Selene let the gun fall to the floor. They stood frozen, waiting for her to move. Markus lay wounded between the three of them. The larger of the two, clearly male, took a step toward the wounded Lord and instantly Selene was between them and Markus, lengthening fangs bared. The man fell back; he had not even seen her move and the female still stood a few steps behind. Selene crouched in front of Markus and his bloodied hand slid up her back to rest on her shoulder. “Kill him Selene. I want her alive.” In less than four seconds the man was dead, his head twisted almost completely around. The woman fell to her knees and Selene walked forward and pulled off her black mask.



“Erika.” Selene whispered. Erika had been hopelessly in love with Kraven… And well, Markus had killed her love. “You are pathetic. Tell me this is not some sad attempt at vengeance…”



“Selene.” The blond spoke, her voice shaky yet strong. “Your new Master here…” She now spoke with contempt, “is not even a true vampire. He is a hybrid… But then again, we all know how you enjoy that breed.” Selene backhanded her hard enough to send her spiralling up off the ground and toward the stair case. She didn’t get up. Selene turned back to Markus. He lay still on the floor allowing the massive wounds to heal. A good portion of the side of his face was missing. She kneeled down beside him and slowly looked up into his bloodied face. He had reverted back to his human form and she met eyes that reminded her of her own when she was extremely unhappy. Selene slowly offered him her wrist. Almost gently he sank his fangs into it, their eyes still locked. Eagerly he sucked until blood flowed freely into his mouth. She watched his wounds heal, always an amazing sight. His face reformed in the blink of an eye and she studied it for a moment. His sharp features were enhanced by his short beard and Selene found herself thinking of Michael. Why didn't she just let them kill Markus?



“Stop.” There was no response to her demand. She ripped her wrist away from him and stared into eyes that filled with rage. Instantly Selene leaped away from him but he was on her before she could get far. He brought her down in a tackle and pinned her face down to the ground only to bury his face in her hair, growling. He was dominating her and it pissed her off. Letting her know he was still stronger than her.



“Give her to William.”