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Author's Note: I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry about how long this took. I got the worse case of writer's block and it took the second movie coming out on video to finally break it, and even then it took a little while. I hope to finish this up rather quickly, having no more long breaks. This isn't my longest chapter but it got the ball rolling again. Again, I apologize for the long break.
Chapter 21: Forming a Plan
Michael dropped the phone. He couldn't believe what he was just told. His heart was pounding a mile a minute. He didn't even think, just stood, grabbing his coat, and taking off down to the main level of the safe house they were staying in. "Where are you going?" Ildiko asked.
"Too get my family back," he answered, not even looking back as he donned the coat he had grabbed, still heading for the front door.
"What are you talking about?" she yelled after him. She rose from her where she had been sitting, talking to a few of the other pack leaders, and ran after him. Outside, she grabbing his arm she spun him around to face her, stopping his progress towards the one SUV. "What do you mean you are getting your family back?"
"Selene, the twins, they have been captured by the coven. I need to go. I need to save them. They will most likely kill them if I don't get there," he said, sounding confused and panicked. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to figure out what to do.
"You can't go in alone, you will be killed and that will do them no good. We will come with a plan, move sooner then we thought. We will get them back Michael," she comforted. "It will take us about a day to mobilize and come up with a plan. It will be harder without your mate's knowledge of the mansion, but I guess we will manage," Ildiko began to ramble.
"We can't wait a day, I need to get them now!" Michael exclaimed.
"And what are you going to do, run through the front door and demand them to release them? That won't work Michael, we have to be more crafty, we have to use our heads," she answered.
"And being crafty takes too much time. They will be dead by the time we all mobilize," he pleaded.
"If they were not going to try to get information out of her or use her in someway, they would be dead already," she reasoned.
"This all your fault, you told Selene to get me to come, if I had been there, they would be safe," he yelled, turning from her and heading back to the SUV.
"Michael if you go in there without a plan, without backup, they will kill you, and that will do no one any good. Even if you get in, they will kill them just out of spite. Basically, there is no way you can win. I've seen it done before. Now come back inside, we will begin to think of a plan," she called. He stopped. Reluctantly, he turned and looked at his leader, fear and anger in his blue eyes. "Is Felicite still to be trusted?"
With a last look toward the car, he reluctantly turned towards the female lycan leader. "Yes," he answered. "Always."
Selene lay on the small pallet, allowing herself to heal. It had been maybe an hour since her last "interrogation" and her body was still bruised and bleeding. If they had fed her as she should, she would have been almost recovered by now, but they barely fed her. She got less blood to drink then she could keep down when pregnant with the twins. It was not enough to keep her alive under the abuse they were putting her through.
The door creaked open and Selene involuntarily curled up tighter. She closed her eyes as tightly as possible, not ready for the next wave of pain. "Selene," the all too familiar female voice whispered softly.
"Cat?" she asked, slowly uncurling and opening her eyes. They came to rest on the familiar form of her dark daughter towering over her.
As she uncurled and relaxed a bit, a gasp escaped her company's lips. "Oh God Selene, what have they done?"
"Do not worry about me," she said, trying to sit up. Every one of her muscles protested, begging her to let them rest, but she forced them to do as she asked. "How are the twins?"
"They are fine, hungry, but okay. I will bring them down in a little bit. But I am here to worry about you. You need blood," she said, crouching next to her friend, rolling up her left sleeve. Lifting her wrist to her own lips, she extended her fangs and bit into the flesh. "Drink," she ordered, offering Selene her bleeding wrist.
"No," she said, shrugging off the offer.
"Selene you must drink, if not for you, for your family, your daughter and your son. They will not make it without you. Now I am offering you the chance to survive, as you gave me four years ago. Please, take it," she begged, again offering Selene her wrist.
This time, Selene did not shy away. Tentatively she began to suck the crimson fluid from the wound. She drank lightly and calmly at first, but soon her desperate hunger kicked in and she began to drink much faster. A small gasp of surprise and slight pain escaped Felicite's lips. The gasp pulled her from her feeding frenzy, knowing that if she took anymore it would begin to truly affect Felicite. She looked up into her dark daughter's face, which was now paler then it was when she came in. Selene's eyes showed how much it hurt her to see Felicite look as she did.
Felicite rose from the ground, applying pressure to her bleeding wrist, looking at her with understanding eyes. "I will try to sneak Isadora down to you in a little while to be fed. Rest until then. They need you Selene." Tears tempted to slide down the young Death Dealers cheeks. "I need you." Selene could do nothing but look at the girl. She knew how she felt. If she were to loose Felicite or her infant children, she didn't know what she would do. "I will try to return every night. You need the blood." She began towards the door, pausing momentarily before opening it. "I love you, Selene." She left the room before Selene could say a word.
"I love you too, Felicite," she whispered after her.
Felicite left the dungeon, both furious and heart broken at what she had just witnessed. 'They are not interrogating her, they are beating the shit out of her for the fun of it,' she screamed in her head. Her hand was putting pressure on her still slightly bleeding wrist. Luckily the only person she bumped into with her wrist not fully healed was Trevor. "Hey," he greeted, his dark and troubled eyes brightening for a moment. But the moment he smelt the blood still leaking from her wrist, his eyes seemed to burst into flame. Grabbing her wrist and exposing the wound he asked, "what happened?"
"It's nothing, don't worry about it," she answered, pulling her arm out of his grasp.
"That was not nothing. Who bit the shit out of your wrist?" His eyes demanded an answer.
"Can we discuss this somewhere a little more private," she suggested.
"Fine." He grabbed her good wrist and dragged her towards his room. Pulling her inside he demanded, "now tell me, what happened! Who bit your wrist?"
"I did," she admitted, looking at the floor.
"Selene needed to feed."
"So she sucked on you?" he exclaimed.
"I told her to," she defended. "Trevor, she is so weak. She would not have made it through the day without it. It's been hours since her last 'interrogation' and she is still bruised and bleeding. She would have healed by now under normal circumstances. I can't loose her Trevor, I just can't. She will die without my help, so whether you like it or not, she will continue biting the shit out of my wrist, until we can get her out of here." She was almost in tears by the end of her speech.
"Licy I'm sorry, I just don't like to see you hurt," he apologized, puling her into his embrace.
It lasted only a few moments before Felicite asked a question. "I know this may sound strange, but why did you decide to help me?"
"Because I love you," he answered, still holding onto her.
"I know you love me," she said pulling slightly away, in order to look into his eyes. "But you love Marcus like a father, kind of the way I love Selene. Yet as much as I love you, I don't know if I could completely betray her. So what made you turn on Marcus?"
Trevor turned from Felicite, walking over to the dresser. He began fiddling with things on top, something he did when he was unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," she apologized. She walking up behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"No, you deserve to know." He pulled away, walking over to the bed. After a deep breath to calm his nerves, he began to explain. "My love for you is what kept me from telling Marcus right away of your betrayal. … I was prepared to tell him everything upon our return from Castle Corvinus. … But after spending time with Michael, I began to realize some things." He looked up from his hands, which he had been staring at the whole time he talked. "You see, after I lost my parents, and Marcus his son, we began to lean on each other. He became my father and I, his son. … I spied on the other elders for him, picking up as much as I could, things that they may leave out of their memories. In return for my loyalty, he promised he would keep no secrets, he would always share his plans and never keep me in the dark."
"I don't understand how that could change your mind. It sounded like you had a great relationship?" He motioned for her to come and sit next to him on the bed.
"That's just it, we did. But after he was awakened, he seemed different, acted different. No longer was he the same Marcus I loyally served and loved. Then when I realized that he had lied, not told me of this plan of his, I stopped believing. He must be planning something he knows not even I would agree with."
"Do you have any idea what that is?"
"No, but I'm beginning to believe it hinges on Selene and the twins, otherwise he would have killed them by now. He may have hated Viktor, but the coven belonged to him, they were loyal to him. If they weren't important, he would have killed them in order to reunite the vampire ranks behind him again. Not to mention, he has kept most of the captured lycans alive as well. The most rowdy, and uncontainable ones were killed, but the Death Dealers were ordered to keep as many of them alive as possible."
"That's strange," Felicite agreed, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I'm going to go check on Isadora and Delano. Meet you for dinner?"
"Sure. 6 in the dinning room."
"I'll be there," she confirmed. With a final quick peck, they exited his room and went their separate ways.