The Rise and Fall of Kraven
Prologue
A lone man hurries through a network of tunnels. He is clutching a handgun as if his life depended on it, and sporting a limp due to the gaping wound in his leg. He seems almost oblivious to the corpses surrounding him, both Vampire and Lycan. He staggered through the industrial labyrinth until he found an area familiar to him. His escape seemed at hand, however something stopped him in his tracks. The mauled corpse of a Vampire, face unrecognizable, however with one outstanding feature. This Vampire was clutching a pair of silver whips. "No" the man hissed, "Sorren" the lone figure takes a moment to wipe a dry tear from his eye, however is grieving was cut short by the chilling sound of howling "I am sorry old friend" he whispered "Your death will not be in vein."
The man finally exited the dark maze of tunnels, this man is Kraven, the steward of the Hungarian coven, a man who should be supreme ruler of the coven right now, however it had all gone so wrong. "Selene" he hissed. She was to have been his Queen, but she had cost him everything. However all was not lost, for tonight he had done what he claimed he had six hundred years ago, he had killed Lucian, with the very weapon he held in his hand. Lucian assured him his men had killed Amelia and the Council, and most significantly Viktor was dead. Kraven had watched from the shadows as Viktor and the abomination had fought, he had not been to concerned who the victor was, for both were his enemy, he watched on as Selene had lunged across the room, decapitating her beloved dark father and siding with Michael. He knew what had to be done, there were still two obstacles in his way, the first Amelia's envoy, if he still were to become the Supreme ruler of the covens he would have to make sure word of his betrayal never made it back to New York, their retribution would be devastating. The second was Markus, the last remaining Elder; he must be dealt with, however he could not do it alone, he would need help. Luckily he always had a plan B.
Kraven made his way to a building that was the pre-arranged rendezvous, if any of his men survived that was where they would go. As he entered the room he saw three men wearing identical suits, wearing red ties and trench coats. They were his men, a single Death Dealer stood with them, "thank God" he thought to himself, there was still hope. His men had secured a car and they immediately headed back towards the mansion, he knew he could make it their before Selene, he just hoped Markus would be easy to kill. As he sat in his limousine hurtling towards Viktor's mansion, his mansion, he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow "How did it come to this" he muttered under his breath.