As Viktor swept in the main room, everyone's mouths slipped shut in a manner that suggested they were anticipating war. Kraven bowed his head, trying to think of some pathetic excuse as to why the coven let this happen, or rather, why it wasn't his fault. Viktor looked fit and ready to kill the first person who so much as looked at him the wrong way. His eyes were the brightest shade of blue that Kraven had ever seen, which was saying a lot, as Viktor had problems controlling his anger. He stood tall, arms at his side. He tapped his boot for a moment, as if he were thinking. "Leave us," he announced. His tone left no room for argument. Everyone scattered and left the room like rats from a fire.

Kraven and Viktor were suddenly alone in the big, empty room. Viktor watched him for a moment, then took a few steps closer, nearly invading his personal space. "Amelia is dead." Kraven nodded and answered,"Yes, my Lord." He was nearly shaking, which of course, did not go unnoticed by Viktor. He took another step closer to Kraven, nearly towering over him. He had a pretty good height advantage over the younger man and he certainly used it as an advantage. Kraven shifted, seeming uncomfortable. "The lycans surprised us, I swear. We had no idea it was going to happen. They exploded the subway train before we ever had any idea what they were planning. No one survived the wreckage."

Viktor laughed coldly. "Don't give me that," he cut in. "The one awake always needs sufficient protection. You know that, do not play ignorant." Kraven sighed and shook his head. "I know that, my Lord. It all happened so fast, though. By the time we had made it to the station, it was nearly morning and it was impossible to track down her train."

Viktor walked away, touching his hand to his forehead. "How could this happen?" His voice was forced, raspy. Kraven could tell he was stressed beyond belief and upset. By now, he was fully healed and no longer required intravenous blood or rest. If he wanted to, he could have killed Kraven in a moment. The moment that thought occurred to the younger vampyre, he backed up a bit.

"You were left in charge for a reason." Viktor's tone was rising by the second. Kraven cleared his throat softly, eyes still attached to the floor. "I know, my Lord." Viktor shook his head, angry. "No, you don't know. Obviously." He took a deep breath before continuing. "You let the coven grow so weak. You let all I and the others have worked so hard to control, fall apart. You let my..." He sighed heavily. He had come too close to forgetting who he was speaking to. "You let Amelia die." Kraven shifted his weight to another leg again but said nothing. "What do you have to say for yourself, hmm?" For the first time all night, Kraven met Viktor's gaze. "Nothing. I'm sorry."

Viktor huffed out an exasperated breath. "I'm not sure you're fit to be part of this coven any longer." The younger man looked dumbstruck, as someone had stolen the air from his lungs. "What? My Lord, no." Viktor was not in the mood for begging and pleading. He sighed, and quite suddenly, punched Kraven square on the jaw. He fell back, putting a dent into the hard wood of the floor, nearly splitting the wood. Blood went everywhere.

"And, another thing," he began. "I saw what you did to Selene. Lay so much as a finger on her ever again and I'll kill myself. Understood?" Kraven wiped the blood from his face with the sleeve of his shirt. "H-how did you…" He trailed off as Viktor picked him up off the floor by the collar of his silk button down. The material dug into his neck and he swallowed hard. "How do you think she woke me? She gave me her blood. I saw everything. Now, get out of my house before I change my mind, and kill you. I cannot believe you, you piece of filth. Leave. Now!" He let go of the younger man and kicked him towards the door. "You are lucky you are still live."

Once he was alone, he disappeared to the basement. No one bothered stopping him as he left the main room. He fell into his concrete throne, mentally exhausted. "Amelia," he said, closing his eyes. "Why did you have to leave me so soon?" He balled up his fist angrily and hit the cement arm-rest. A crack went down the length of it, all the way to the floor. As the stone split, he got up to leave. "I still have business to attend to."