"Viktor wouldn't like you trashing his House, would he?" Spinning around, I met a head full of blonde hair. Looking down, I seen a blonde, blue eyed vampire girl that I've seen before. Hmmm… Beth? Yes, that's it. I finally thought about what she said and I growled. No one talks to me about him and gets about it.
"Well, Viktor is not here to complain about it, is he? And it's not like he could do anything about it anyways." I spit out. I stopped the urge to rip her throat open and turned back towards my door.
"I wouldn't be so sure." I stopped in my tracks for the hundredth time. What is that supposed to mean? I turned back slowly, only to find the bitch gone. I burrowed my brows. What the hell? I took off back down the hall, accidentally stumbling into a chair from the 1300's or so, breaking it. Do I care? No. I finally made it to the stairs and ran down them. Kraven was still beside the stairwell, where I left him, but he was sitting up now. I hissed and stalked towards him and gripped his throat, bringing him to my level.
"Is it true? Has he been awakened?" I yelled. I could feel the anger and fear rise in me. Anger at everyone within the House and fear for myself, my guards, and mostly, my father. Viktor is capable of anything. My life means nothing, but the life of those close to me does. I've lost my mother and I will not lose my father or my brothers. Kraven never voiced an answer, but he smirked. The truth had come through. I let out a frustrated growl and dropped Kraven so he could lie in his own blood. I looked through the crowd, that had now dispersed somewhat. "I will kill the bitch that has done this." I walked towards the back rooms. I made my way through the maze of rooms, doors, and sets of stairs. Finally, I came to a cold room with two very large doors and another small door. I glared at the cloudy glass.
"Open it, Soren." I could hear a very faint intake of breath before the large doors opened. I glared at them as they did so. My anger grew as the opened and revealed to me what lie inside. There, sitting on his thrown as if he was King, was Viktor. The man I despised the most.
"Ah, Lady Enkeli. Always a pleasure." Viktor spat out calmly. I snarled.
"Viktor. Never a pleasure." I replied. I could see his jaw tighten, though, his composure stayed the same. Very few make his anger spark. Guess who is that very few. "I assure you know why I am here." I stated, my anger was coming back. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. Viktor nodded slightly.
"Yes. I am very sorry for your loss, Enkeli. Amelia was a valuable asset." Viktor replied. My composure was immediately lost. I stomped closer.
"You are sorry?" I scoffed. "If you were so damned sorry, then Kraven and his entire team would be in pieces, waiting to be burned and you would have a team assembled, ready to murder a pack of mutts. You are not sorry, Viktor. And my Amelia was not an asset. She was my mother." I all but yelled. A smirk played on his lips and I done all I could to repress a growl.
"If they deserve such a fate for a accident, then why have you not done it already?' He carelessly asked. I scoffed and stomped murderously closer.
"I have not taken their eternal lives from them yet because my father shall be awakened before I do so. You know, so he can do the honors." Once my father was mentioned, Viktor's entire composure was lost. His smirk was replaced with a frown. He rose from his seat and was in front of me in seconds, despite his newly awoken stage.
"Lord Marcus is not to be awakened. Not until this problem is dealt with." I hissed at his remark, but never moved.
"We will see about that, Viktor. I shall accompany you in the dealing of this problem." With that, I left the icy chambers. I believe it is time for me to visit and old friend.