Okay this one is about Viktor, William getting free, and heading to Budapest to meet the Gleeks. Now I'll keep this short and sweet so, get your stress balls primed, this is going to be a bumpy one.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee or Underworld. All I have are Dante, Victoria, and Sophie. That's it…oh wait Rinzler is my character but his name isn't. Then there's Riordan. And Thomas. Wow. I don't own Samuel though, he is actually in the movie as the Head Cleaner.
"M-M'Lord. General Rinzler is here."
"Send him in."
Viktor sat, thinking about his future. His original plan was ruined and thrown out. His new plan involved more…unsavory…means to the same end. Not that he cared. In fact, he loved that it was so bloody. Rinzler would be his first.
This was the best way to get everyone under control, and quickly too.
"Master Viktor…you have changed much. May I ask how you have come to this form?"
Viktor snapped his head up. He never heard him walk in.
That won't happen again.
"Come closer Rinzler." Said Viktor, completely ignoring the other man's question.
Rinzler hesitated before nodding and stepping forward. He had heard about Viktor's last second in command, and that other man, Kraven. They both died when they failed Viktor, and now he wondered what his fate was.
Viktor stepped from his throne and stood a few feet away from the Nazi General. The Dark Vampire cocked his head, and spoke with a crazed rasp, "Rinzler. You my friend are a lucky man. You will be my first."
"First, Master?"
"Hmm…Yes, my first." Viktor drew back his fist and buried it into Rinzler's chest, who screamed out in agony.
Viktor's hand became black shadow, melding into Rinzler. Rinzler choked, and started grasping at Viktor's hand without success. He ripped his shirt open instead, leaving his chest exposed.
Looking down, he saw that instead of his veins being a normal blue, they became black. You could even trace their path up his body. The black blood slowly worked its way up, becoming more painful and agonizing with every second.
It passed his neck, and when it reached his mouth, Rinzler coughed up black goo. He started to freak out, and beg with Viktor to stop but the man cocked an eyebrow and pushed his influence quicker into his bloodstream.
Finally, Rinzler's eyes became completely black, dark tears rolled down his face. The night colored ooze soon spread over his entire body, making Rinzler completely engulfed in black shadow.
Viktor finally retracted his hand, observing his unseen handiwork.
Seconds pass.
The shadow seemed to crack and splinter before finally exploding out, revealing a demon. A horrifying visage with giant ram-like horns spiraling from its temples, stared down at a pleased Viktor.
Rinzler grew to a startling eight feet, heavily muscled and red eyed.
He screamed death and destruction.
The demonized man arched his back, and a tearing sound was heard, and black goop could be seen splattering down behind him.
Bat wings extended from his spine, covered in his tar blood. A grow built deep within Rinzler's throat and he spoke with a terrifying hiss,
"Master. I await your orders."
Viktor clapped maniacally.
"Go forth, my beast! Kill Alexander Corvinus at all costs! And make sure you do some damage to whoever gets in your way. I want his little network crippled indefinitely. Go!"
Demon Rinzler nodded before crouching slightly and launching upwards, breaking through the stone roof and into the starry abyss.
Viktor turned on his heel and moved back to his throne, absently twitching his fingers. They glowed black before the damaged stonework repaired itself, leaving the roof back in pristine condition.
"He really needs a door…" he said as an afterthought, glancing back up at the ceiling.
Viktor plopped down on his throne and thought some more. He suddenly had an epiphany.
Steamwork soldiers!
Perfect.
Viktor smiled widely.
Rachel groaned her head pounded as she recalled yesterday's events. She propped herself on her elbow, glancing around. They were still in the study, naked. Quinn was practically super-glued to her side.
Rachel tried to shake her awake, "Quinn. Quinn. Quinn, wake up!" she whispered.
Quinn groaned and flung out her arm and punched Rachel in the nose, sending her flailing back and off the chaise,
"Ow, FUCK!"
Quinn shot up and whipped her head around staring at a naked Rachel sprawled on the floor clutching her face.
"Shit! Rach, I'm sorry!" Quinn hopped of the chaise and fluttered nervously around a wincing Rachel.
"Jesus, Quinn. I can't feel my nose. Is it okay?" she said, removing her hands to allow Quinn to examine it.
Quinn glanced at the reddened spot before shaking her head, "Just a little red, don't worry. I don't think you'll have a black eye or anything like that." The brunette huffed.
"You have a mean right hook, lady!" Rachel grumbled, standing.
Quinn didn't answer; she was staring lustily at Rachel's exposed body.
"Keep it in your pants! Don't think you're getting any after that punch! Who does that? 'You punched me in the face, but that's okay, we can have sex now'. You're in the doghouse!" she complained.
"C'mon Rach! I said I was sorry!" she tried to kiss Rachel but she dodged it and mischievously snatched the blanket they used and their clothes, flitting to the door.
"I hope you like walking back to our room naked!" she shot away.
"RACHEL!"
Quinn spent the last half-hour sneaking past patrols and her mate's family until she finally made it to the last stretch of hallway before their rooms.
"You are so dead, Rachel Catherine!" Quinn thought angrily at her mate.
All she heard in return was an amused chuckle.
"Bring me my damn clothes, woman! It's cold and I'm pretty sure a Cleaner saw me! Do you want people to see your naked mate! Huh? Cause if I only belong to you why do others get to see me naked?"
A growl.
'Works every time' Quinn thought to herself.
Suddenly, a rather angered Rachel appeared before her. She had her head whipping around, looking for eyes that were staring at her mate.
"Where is the bastard?" she growled.
"I didn't see his face, but I know he saw me!" Quinn fed her the lie shamelessly. Rachel growled viciously but Quinn thought it was incredibly hot. She always had a thing for Rachel's growls. She lost her train of thought when Rachel scooped Quinn into her arms and ran back to their rooms.
Rachel set her down once they were inside and she locked the door.
When she turned around, Quinn was gone.
"Quinn? Where are you?" Rachel called with her mind.
"Shower. Wanna join?"
Seconds later, a very naked Rachel was nibbling on Quinn's neck.
"I assume that was a yes," she said, chuckling.
Quinn spun around and pressed Rachel against the wall, sucking on the slightly shorter girls pulse point.
Her fingers glided down and slid through the diva's wet folds, murmuring, "Mine..."
Without warning, Quinn shoved two fingers into Rachel's opening causing a groan to escape her mouth and her hips to buck. Pumping roughly into her, she spoke huskily in Rachel's ear, "Does this feel good, babe?"
"Uhhh...," she panted and gasped, "YES!" after Quinn flicked her clit.
Quinn smirked, then withdrew her fingers.
"That will teach you not to tease me with no sex!"
Rachel's jaw dropped, "Quinn Charlotte Fabray! Stick your goddamn fingers back in there before I make you do it!" she growled.
Quinn, unable to resist a Rachel growl, reattached herself to the diva and pushed her fingers back into her.
Rachel grunted, and ground her hips. "Q-Quinn!" she panted heavily.
The blonde got down on her knees and let her tongue drag up Rachel's slit, end to end. The diva's hips buckled and Quinn pushed her harder against the wall, keeping her upright.
Her legs trembled, when her clit was sucked.
Her heart fluttered when kisses were placed across her abdomen.
Her eyes rolled back into her head when Quinn curled her fingers inside her.
Her body sagged when her mate wrapped her hands around her waist.
She reached up and placed a fiery kiss on Rachel's lips.
Rachel smiled into Quinn's passionate kiss, murmuring, "Let's get out of here before an overeager Sophie burst in on us while we are naked, demanding pancakes."
Quinn giggled, "That your fault for showing her you can cook like a goddess," she paused, "Which reminds me, you better make me some pancakes this morning or shower sex won't be happening again anytime soon!"
She laughed then hopped out of the stall, drying quickly and hurrying into the closet, leaving a gaping Rachel behind.
Viktor marched along the lines of mechanized solders, their clicking noises echoing throughout the massive chamber below his throne room. He ordered a few out of the pack, making them stand at attention at the front of the ten thousand soldiers mindlessly looking forward.
One by one, he demonized them, making their metal black instead of bronze, their eyes glowed red instead of white, and their strength rivaling that of Rinzler who oversaw all of the Steamwork soldiers.
"My lieutenants, you will lead this army to power. Soon we will dominate the world, and nothing will get in my way!" Viktor grinned maliciously.
The clicking rose to a crescendo and the creatures let out metallic roars of approval.
Viktor pointed to a wall of weapons, "Go, pick your weapon of choice. We launch our first attack in one month. Our main target: Budapest, Hungary."
The Dark Vampire wanted to liberate the city like they did when the Vampires ruled over the Lycan's and when his daughter was still alive...his daughter.
Viktor's eyes danced excitedly before retreating to his chambers to start planning his daughter's ressurection. Not as a failure but as a princess.
His Princess.
The new Princess of Darkness.
His evil plans just keep getting better and better.
Rinzler flew swiftly through the skies, his tainted black aura infecting the clouds, turning them dark and angry. They unleashed bolts of lighting, shooting down a few planes in the process. He finally made it to Iceland where a giant tanker was making its way upriver towards the center of the tiny island country.
He decided to tail them to determine their intentions before destroying all who stood in his way.
Rinzler flew for a little over an hour or so when he sensed a presence nearby. He decided to attack just in case.
He couldn't have a scout giving away his position now, could he?
He saw the figure through the thin clouds and tackled them away.
The group finally arrived in Iceland, traveling through a few dozen lakes to reach another lake in the center of the country called Kvíslarvatn where William was entombed.
They met with Alexander in his study, where he was surrounded by a few thick tomes and maps,
"I was digging through some old journals and Tesla was helping me, when we came across a few things," Alexander spoke, glancing at Selene sadly.
She frowned, "What? You obviously know something Alexander, so speak."
"Your family built the tomb to which William was imprisoned, and when it was finished, your father gave you the key, and Viktor stole away into your home at night and murdered your family, destroying the secret of William's whereabouts, and your true upbringing. Lycans didn't kill your family, Viktor did." He spoke softly.
Selene clenched her jaw and her eyes became watery, fists clenching.
Michael walked forward and put his arms around Selene, pulling her to his chest. She pulled out of his embrace, giving his arm a squeeze, before turning back to Alexander, her eyes hard.
"Tell me what you know." Her voice was slightly cold.
Alexander picked up a small journal and tossed it at her, "It's all in there Selene. Go, you don't have to come with us when we get William. You can stay here and think about it."
She nodded, her eyes locked onto the black book in her hands.
"We will be arriving within the hour-"
A Cleaner burst into the room.
"Master Corvinus!" he spoke fervently.
"What is it, Samuel?"
"There appears to be a figure following the ship! Shall we open fire?" He seemed harried. Of course he was, this guy is the head of security.
"Hmm, not yet. Rachel, can you go out and see if this thing is friendly or not?"
She nodded and headed out toward the balcony.
"Wait, we are coming with!" Quinn called.
"No. You must stay Quinn, protect the others on the ship. Rachel will be fine." Said Alexander.
"Fine? Last time she nearly got burned alive!" Quinn argued.
"Quinn, its fine! All I'm doing is spying. No contact necessary." Rachel tried to placate her mate.
The blonde scowled before nodding reluctantly.
"Very well, go Rachel. If anything happens contact us immediately." Rachel glanced at Quinn before nodding.
She understood what Rachel said. They would use their link to communicate in case of danger.
Rachel leapt off the balcony and into the sky, immediately tracking the shape.
Alexander sent the others to defensive positions all over the ship, manning random areas, waiting for the signal.
Rachel flew on, dipping through clouds, until she spotted clouds farther ahead becoming dark and tainted. She could practically feel the evil aura it was projecting.
Rachel decided to probe its mind for its intentions.
Back on the ship, Quinn was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of danger the beastly thing was projecting.
The Werepyre Leader was sickened by the things she saw in this thing's mind but she could also tell that whatever this figure was, wasn't like this by free will. It was changed without permission.
An abomination.
Rachel alerted Quinn who told the rest of the plans. They all looked confused at how Quinn knew what Rachel wanted but did what she asked and manned their stations.
They were completely shocked when the ship, shot out many Steampunk weapons. Ranging from hooked spears to pulse guns, the tanker ship was practically a war machine.
But before anyone could fire on the beast, a cry was heard from the sky.
Everyone looked on in horror when Rachel, and a demon-like figure, fell from the sky in a tangle of limbs.
They could only watch as the two plunged into the arctic waters, and disappeared from sight.
"RACHEL!" Quinn cried before she jumped off the deck of the ship and after her mate. The other three Werepyres followed suit and chased toward their fallen leader only to stop abruptly as the water exploded outward and the terrifying demon shot toward the ship, seemingly intent for Alexander.
But there was only one problem.
Quinn stood in the way.
"'And make sure you do some damage to whoever gets in your way. I want his little network crippled indefinitely.'" Those thoughts swirled around the possessed Rinzler as he charged toward a horrified Quinn, who had stopped in shock.
Rachel flew toward the unusual clouds, figuring she should confront this beast and make sure it leaves her family alone only to be blindsided by what felt like a tank. She spiraled away and into a newly developed thundercloud, its static electricity dancing bitingly across her skin.
The 'tank' appeared in front of her, but this thing wasn't a tank, it was a demon dressed as a German general from WWII.
"You!" Rachel cried, remembering the large man who tried to kidnap Michael in London.
"It is I, girl. And you and your friends will be annihilated here, more specifically Alexander Corvinus." Her rasped darkly, his cruel face twisting into a disgusting leer.
"NO!" she roared. Her voice carried as she tackled the demonized Rinzler, sending them both careening towards the ocean below.
Rachel vaguely heard a scream of, "RACHEL!" in her mind, before being engulfed by freezing waters.
The cold numbed her body, which made her incredibly sluggish, but Rinzler seemed unaffected by the new environment. He swiftly moved from his position a few meters from her to in Rachel's shocked face.'
He grinned horribly again before he slashed his claws against her chest, talons ripping and tugging skin away from muscle, making her cry out in pain but also suck in water.
Rachel struggled while the beastly Rinzler shot up and out of the water, seemingly intent on killing her Grandfather. She barely tracked Rinzler's movements from Quinn' point of view while she was tried not to suck in more arctic water and staunch the bleeding.
She suddenly stopped when she realized Rinzler was trying to mutilate her mate on the way to kill her Grandfather.
She roared in anger, and her natural magic exploded out, creating a sight that would be ingrained in everyone's memories forever.
Just as Rinzler neared Quinn, all guns trained on him and fired quickly, knocking him back slightly but not stopping him in the slightest, he shook off the attack and grasped Quinn by the shoulders, squeezing tightly.
She kicked and punched but he was too strong. Her Werepyre form was no match for the demon on Darkness powered speed.
When Rinzler grasped Quinn's arm, preparing to rip it off, a golden light careened out of the water, and attached themselves to Rinzler's appendages, yanking him away from a shocked Quinn.
The tendrils held him in place as the sea parted and a glowing shape emerged. The light shattered away before revealing a stunning new Rachel.
She was garbed in golden armor, strikingly similar to her battle clothes from her fight with Catherine but it lacked the corset top. She had a mask on, but only her blue-grey eyes were visible. The rest her mask shone gold like her armor and her whole body radiated power and light.
Her hair flew out at an unseen wind its color going from a darkened brown to a blazing red, and snapping, playful tendrils of golden light danced around her.
She held out her hand and a magnificent sword appeared out of thin air, her wings unfurled blazing a magnificent white with golden flecks.
"This is you heightened state child…use it wisely. It won't last long." A voice echoed through her head. She thanked the voice and turned her attention back to the perturbed Rinzler.
Leveling a determined stare at the demon, she tightened her sword made of crystal shards, swinging it in an arc and catching a bolt of lightning that just so happened to head in her direction.
The sword glowed a pale white, and Rachel made a slashing motion with her sword at a confused Rinzler, which unleashed a white hot arc of violet electricity to go shooting at him.
He hesitated too long and the arc of lightning hit him in the chest, opening a jagged laceration against his disfigured chest.
Black goo oozed down his chest spikes as he howled in pain.
His red eyes leveled a frightening scare at blue-grey, but they were unimpressed. It was if Rachel didn't feel threatened by Rinzler. He took on the entire advanced weapon system of the ship without a scratch and she wasn't scared of this seemingly invincible new threat. This enraged the corrupted German, so he beat his wings hard and shot like a rocket at the diva.
Quinn, free from her captor, dropped back to the ship where she was engulfed into a massive group hug. They broke away and looked back at the bull-like beast.
Rachel cocked her head.
"Wait for it….wait for it…" she thought.
He was a foot away before she reacted. Her foot shot up and collided with his face, ripping his jaw from his skull so it hung from a few tendons, dangling sickeningly. He screamed in agony (or as well as he could with a dislodged jaw) and clutched at his face, trying to put his mouth back together.
Everyone looked disgusted by the sight, a little sick, and a little shocked at the power Rachel was displaying. Her power practically grew by 100 times in a little over a few days.
No one could explain this new turn of events, but they were momentarily distracted by the sight of Rachel amputating one of Rinzler's arms at the elbow. Her sword, still glowing from the energy power up, glittered in delight at the black tar blood coating it as though it enjoyed the destruction of the darkness.
The demon fell a few feet before glaring harshly at the impassive Werepyre and shooting off back South.
Rachel sheathed her sword before materializing a bow and quiver. She nocked an arrow and took aim at the fleeing beast. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and the arrow glowed for a moment.
She let the arrow fly with her eyes still shut, and the projectile flew hundreds of yards to impale itself into the base of Rinzler's neck.
Another strangled howl of pain was heard before an explosion of lightning erupted from where the madman was last seen.
Rachel knew that wasn't the last time she saw Rinzler, he would be back. In fact she could still see his injured form flying haphazardly away, using the clouds as cover.
She turned her calculating stare back to the amazed occupants of the boat, then flew down to the water below. Rachel cocked her head and the water split again.
She dove in for a few minutes before emerging from the dark waters carrying the waterlogged piece of Rinzler's arm, still twitching and thrashing about.
Rachel landed softly on the deck, her arms preoccupied with restraining the animated arm that was currently trying to rip out her throat. She glared angrily at it before materializing silver chains and placing it in a nearby sac and chaining it shut. She placed the key around her neck before tossing the flailing bag at a disturbed and shocked Dante.
"Put that in my room will you?" Rachel said absently at him before turning her attention back to her family. They were looking at her with varying emotion, ranging from extreme shock and disgust to awe.
"Rach?" Quinn spoke softly.
"Yes, love?"
"What. The. Fuck. Was. THAT!" Quinn shrieked, before smacking a shocked Rachel in the back of the head, "I told you not to get hurt! I told you!" she then pulled the bemused diva into a bone crushing hug. Sophie and Victoria bounced forward and wrapped their arms around the crushed Werepyre. She finally managed to detach herself from their grasp when a blond blur tackle her to the floor.
"RAE! You scared me! But thats okay because the gay sharks saved you!" Brittany smiled happily while pulling Rachel to her feet.
She was about to reply when her form melted away, leaving her in a torn shirt and tattered jeans. Rachel wobbled suddenly before regaining her balance.
"Wow. That made me incredibly dizzy. And now I feel tired. Too bad the form is only temporary." She spoke absently.
"Uhhh, Rae? I can see your boobs." Sam said with a blush.
"Oh get over it Sam, I'm wearing a bra." Rachel said flippantly.
She turned to Quinn, "I'm tired, let's take a nap and talk about what happened later. "She yawned, then dragged an incredibly curious and confused Quinn off to their rooms.
A few hours later they made it to Kvíslarvatn without any more problems. Floating towards the center of the lake, Cleaners spotted a small island with a rather large mountain on it and old wooden buildings that were cracked and demolished. They sounded the alarm and gathered everyone on the stern of the ship, ready to depart the boat for the tomb.
They clambered off, guns raised and blades flashing, preparing for any traps of hidden enemies.
They reach a small underground entranced, barred by a giant metal door. Rachel pushed everyone aside, and concentrates on something.
A second later everyone stumbles back when the snow around them swirled up and collides with the door, completely ripping the door apart. The diva turns around and says smugly, "Coming?"
They mutely followed, now they are practically immune to surprises from the diva.
They walked down a long tunnel which opened up into a sort of underground city, with twists, dead ends, and catacombs scattered about and a waterfall in the center.
Alexander immediately jumped into action, "Cleaners spread out! The rest pick someone and go off the main tunnels, radio back when you've found the tunnel entrance. Selene, give Rachel the key. She's the strongest; she can protect it better if we run into problems." Selene nodded and handed off the necklace to the other girl who wrapped the chain around her wrist.
They all flitted down different tunnels searching for the grand door and lock.
After hours of fruitless searching, a yell echoed down a tunnel that was near the ceiling behind the waterfall that went toward the mountain top that was on the island. Everyone rushed down the tunnel/river to find Puck in waist deep water, staring amazedly at the imposing door.
Rachel stepped forward observing the wall for the key mechanism while simultaneously calling out to William, "Uncle! We are outside! You're almost free!"
"At last. My child I thank you. And what of my brother and father, are they here?" he replied wearily.
"They wouldn't miss this for the world, Uncle. Tell me; are you still in wolf form?"
"Unfortunately, I still am. I was not able to figure out how to return to human form," he replied forlornly.
"Maybe I can help…" she trailed off absently.
Rachel stared at the water and dove under, scanning the walls of the tomb. Near the right, she spotted a glint of bronze in the hazy water.
She stood, glancing back at the others, "Found it!" before dropping back under, gliding towards the mechanism.
She pressed the center of the key, drawing out the prongs, then places it into the open indent, then turned harshly. The water made the metal rust horribly.
The lock froze and the ground trembled.
Rachel jumped back before flying rock could crush her. The door slid upward revealing a tomb built like an Iron Maiden, painted black with gold accents.
"Holy Crap!" Puck blurted out.
Rachel cocked her head, stepped forward and punched through the metal Maiden, leaving a gaping hole.
"Uncle William…?" she spoke softly. The others tensed.
Low growling could be heard.
Rachel frowned before putting up the connection between her and William.
"Your almost out…how do we open this thing?" Rachel asked.
"There's a latch! On the side." He spoke excitedly.
Rachel was amused, "I can practically hear you bouncing in there." She said as she moved to the latch.
"I would if could but I prefer not to because there are silver spikes everywhere…"
"Sounds interesting."
"Understatement!" he sing songed.
Rachel giggled before finally releasing the lock, and she stepped back as Markus and Alexander stepped forward.
The door silently swung open.
Rinzler flew haphazardly across the seas, valiantly trying to reach New York, his master's base of operations. The child was powerful, something he's never seen before, the throbbing in his neck and arm were reaching a crescendo.
He didn't know what the hell happened when the bitch hit him in the back/neck with the arrow. He felt a shockwave go through him but nothing else.
If anything he felt even more weakened than before. Rinzler just thought it would come back and haunt him later. He had a bad feeling about it but shook it from his mind as he neared New York.
A few hours later, he landed horribly at Ordoghaz; Vampires were keeping their distance after learning of his fate after his revealing new transformation, and Rinzler knew no one would come to his aid.
He walked inside; vampires slid away left and right at his presence. He hated it.
What the fuck? Since when did he hate the fact that people fear him? He was General Heinrich Rinzler! He instilled fear in everyone who crosses his path, and was an unstoppable being!
"Well I instill fear in everyone except her." He thought morosely about the brunette that injured him severely. He wasn't looking forward to explaining himself to Viktor.
He limped into Viktor's throne room where said man was currently rambling away to his mindless robots.
Christ.
Viktor looked up and frowned, "You look like you were eaten by a shark. Were those incompetent fools really that much for you?"
"No Master, it was one fool. I could have easily taken their ship, their weapons left not a scratch on me but someone interfered. There is a new player here Master. A brunette girl, who is my polar opposite, she attacked me out of nowhere and completely ripped me apart. I was only able to repair my jaw but the slashed she made with her damn sword won't heal," he finished, gesturing to his torn chest and missing lower arm.
Viktor rolled his eyes and waved his hand, allowing darkness to heal Rinzler's wounds.
"Well you'll go back and kill her after I give you a power-up."
"I don't think that's wise, Master—" *SMACK!*
"Do not question me! I am your MASTER!" Viktor thundered angrily.
Rinzler clutched his still sore cheek, shocked.
"But master she has four others like her! I smelled them on the ship! She could train them as reinforcements and there is only one of me!"
Viktor scowled then motioned to a figure in the shadows Rinzler hadn't seen yet.
"Soren, please give Rinzler a lesson in obedience." The Dark Vampire flung his hand out and Rinzler found himself restrained on the floor.
Soren walked forward with Dark-whips in his hands. He built up a rhythm with the whips before bringing them down harshly against Rinzler's chest. Viktor had Rinzler beaten for hours until the Demon could speak no more.
He gestured for Soren to stop before walking to a now prone Rinzler and speaking coldly, "Have you learned your lesson, slave."
Rinzler could only nod.
"Excellent! Well I have a dinner with a few human benefactors, if you'll excuse me," Viktor spoke as if he hadn't had his best General whipped within an inch of his life but the man was insane after all.
The figure stepped—more like crawled—out of the tomb on four legs. William was a white Werewolf, completely massive and frightening.
Behind us Victoria whimpered before bowing in submission to her master. The five Werepyres struggled with William's presence, which was affecting their inner wolf.
William cocked his head in understanding before easing up on the Alpha vibes…he was the First Lycan after all.
"I'd like to leave now…I've been here way too long."
Rachel smiled and nodded gesturing for the others to lead the way as she snatched Quinn's hand and walked side by side with her uncle. She had a hand stroking his soft fur when her Father and Grandfather slid to the back of the pack and had a family reunion with their brother and son, respectively.
"I have missed you, my son." Alexander spoke softly, leaning down and placing a kiss upon the Werewolf's forehead. William whimpered.
Markus looked at his brother, clutching at his shoulder tightly, before communicating with his eyes that they would talk later, for a long while.
William nodded, and nudged his brother forward.
They made their way out to the ship, locking the tomb behind them. Rachel gave the tomb one final calculating look before following the rest of her family, and they set out for Hungary….Finally.
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Okay! Hope you like that one, I know I promised a long chapter but I've been thinking about this chapter for a while now and I just felt that I should end it on this note. William's out, well go more into freeing him from his permanent wolf form, and Gleeks reunite next chappy! I promise! Anyway this is two days late but in the next few chapters I'm going to try and shoot for a 6,500 to a 7,000 word chapter soon. My record is 5,500 I think? Well ill check later. You guys, my awesome fans and followers:) do me a big ol' favor and…
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