Marie limped along the grime coated sewers of downtown Budapest, her breath coming in gasps and shudders and the gash in her leg still burning like fire had erupted into her thigh. Everything was wrong. Viktor dead, both Kraven and Selene betrayed them, and the coven was now in complete disarray.
Exhausted, she pushed herself to keep going. Never give up, never give in. Those words kept ringing in her mind as Marie gingerly placed one foot in front of the other. She had to get back to Ordhoghaz, and tell them of everything that had happened here; the massacre, the slayings of Victor and Lucien- and of course- the hybrid.
After what felt like hours Marie found the sickly glow of a streetlight through an open manhole in the ceiling. She fumbled for her whip at her side and swung at the top bar of the ladder which had been broken in half. Try one, no success; her second try had also wielded the same results. On her third attempt she desperately flung the whip up then heard the clang of metal on metal. Success! She quickly hoisted herself up and took a moment to gather her nerves and her whip, then went in search of a car.
To her satisfaction, there was something parked only a block away. As much as she hated the idea of stealing somebody's car there was only an hour until sunrise and she needed to get home. So without hesitation she shuffled over and threw her closed fist through the window and unlocked the door. Moments later both the car and its hijacker were off to Ordhoghaz.