Underworld
Underworld

[first lines]
Selene: [voiceover] The war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Lucian, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan, had finally been killed. The Lycan horde scattered to the wind in a single evening of flame and retribution. Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp, the very birthright of the vampires. Nearly six centuries had

passed since that night, yet the ancient feud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave. Though Lycans were fewer in number, the war itself had become more perilous, for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Lycans, were now able to change at will. The weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same: Hunt them down and kill them off, one by one. A most successful

campaign. Perhaps too successful. For those like me, a Death Dealer, this signaled the end of an era. Like the weapons of the previous century, we, too, would become obsolete. Pity, because I lived for it.

Underworld
Underworld

Selene: Whether you like it or not, you're in the middle of a war that has been raging for the better part of a thousand years. A blood feud between vampires and lycans. Werewolves.
Michael Corvin: Huh?
Selene: Consider yourself lucky. Most humans die within an hour after being bitten by a lycan or any immortal. The viruses we

transmit are deadly.
Michael Corvin: So... if you bit me, what happens? I become a vampire instead?
Selene: No, you die!

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Underworld

Kraven: Put on something elegant - and be quick about it!
[turns to leave]
Selene: Kraven, I'm serious!
Kraven: Other than food, why would a lycan stalk a human?

Underworld: Awakening
Underworld: Awakening

Dr. Jacob Lane: Everything's worked out just as we hoped. You're the first proof of it. I'm proud of you, son. Now it's with us again, we have all the genetic material we need, ready for cloning. Enough to produce an endless supply of vaccine. Imagine. Our species immune to silver. No more hiding. Every Lycan under our command as powerful as you are. I even begun injecting myself.


Quint: I only wish Mother were here to see it.
Dr. Jacob Lane: Your mother chose to remain human. She abandoned us. Remember that.
Quint: Yes, Father.