Disclaimer- I do not own Underworld.

I came up with this fic while listening to Pink Floyd's "The Final Cut". I do not know how that album inspired me to write this but whatever. I know this chapter is short but all my fics are like that. So please read, review, and no flames.

He didn't know how he lost control. He didn't know how he came so close to killing to woman he loved. All he remembered was the feeling of uncontrolable bloodlust. After killing a pack of lycans, he needed more. And Selene was right there. But he was able to stop himself before he did the worst thing imaginable.

Michael Corvin sat on a small, brown wooden chair in the corner of the bedroom. He cried as he watched Selene lay unconcious on the bed. The cuts and gashes that covered her body were slowly healing. Empty packets of cloned blood laid all over the floor. The entire bed was stained with cloned blood and Selene's blood.

Michael wiped the tears away and looked down at his chest. He noticed that his wounds on the outside of his body were fully healed. But the wounds inside were still there and getting larger.

"I almost killed you. I couldn't control myself. Selene, please forgive me because I don't think I can ever forgive myself." Michael sobbed out as he contiuned to watch her.

He didn't know what was gonna happen when she wakes up. Would she forgive him? Would she still love him? Would she try to kill him when she wakes up? So many questions but no answers.

After pondering what might happen, Michael got up from the chair and walked over to a dark blue shirt laying on the floor near the door. He picked it up, quckily put it on, then started to slowly walk towards the bed. He walked over the left side of it while trying to aviod stepping on the blood packets. He leaned in close to her and could tell that her breathing was much more regaular then it was when he first brought her here. He reached over and gently grabbed her hand. He held onto it for about thirty seconds, he let go, reached up and started to softly stroke Selene's dark hair.

"I love you Selene. Never forget that." Michael whispered.

He contiued to run his hand through her hair until she started to move. He removed his hand and started to become nervous and somewhat scared.

Selene's eyes slowly opened and they started to scan the room. She wasn't sure what happened or where she was. She noticed that the bed she was laying on was very damp. and could tell by the smell that it was blood. She looked up and finally saw Michael standing there with a very concerned look on his face. When she saw him, Selene remembered what happened.