Hi ya'll, again!! I again thank you so much for the reviews you all sent, guys, you're so awesome!!!! I just want to specify something to one of my newest reviewers, Frek, and by the way to anyone else: Marcus is like Michael, a descendant of Corvinus, this means that he has human, vampire, and lycan blood in his veins. This is why, bitten by a vampire AND lycan, he became a hybrid. Only descendants of Corvinus can do that, so no, I have actually not gone confused with all that lol, anyway, thank you for pointing this out, if there's anything else, it'll me my pleasure to help you!! Once again, special thanks to Marie, Chels, Nat, chocochocobunny1, Vampiress221, Frek, Hilary, Memmy, Ashley, and Draco_Malfoy_Girl_16 !!!!! Keep reading and reviewing, I love you guys!!!

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You're so important for anyone

You play the role of all you want to be

But I, I know who you really are

You're the one who cries when you're alone

The night was almost over, in Budapest, Hungary. Though the heavy rain had stopped pouring, a few drips of slight rain was still drizzling down and a thick haze was still floating in the air, which had made the dark streets of the city almost imperceptible.

A few people remained in the streets, rushing to their homes or work. In fact, Budapest wasn't the safer place to find oneself at this time of the night.

In the midst of the thick steam was a strange individual making his way through the streets, ambling in his pitch black, once stylish garments. His clothes were practically all torn apart, due to the earlier events he's gone through. The bottom of his once fashionable pants was all ragged, enough to reveal a deep, very deep wound in his left leg.

Staggering agonizingly and with difficulty, Kraven could barely see where he was going. And that wasn't only because of the fog surrounding him. Wincing at each step he took, he brought his hand full of rings to his face and struck his chin-length dark hair.

"Damn you, Selene!" he thought. "If it wasn't of you, little bitch, I would've been at the head of the Vampires, at this moment! And me who wanted to have her as my queen. What was I possibly thinking?"

Actually, he wasn't thinking at all at this right moment, because a car happened to pass by just as he found himself to be crossing the street. He startled at the loud horn of the car and turned around just in time to see the Ford hustling right in a puddle of water and getting dirty water all over Kraven.

This one looked at himself in disgust and shouted, "What's your problem, you--- and what do I care." He just continued walking with so much pain, pondering all that has happened to him in only one night.

Yes, in only one night, he'd gone from a powerful - according to him - Vampire Regent, to a worthless and weak, minimal immortal sauntering in the streets frequented by only what he called mediocre mortals. And all this, because of one and only one Vampire, who was said to be the bravest and fearless Selene, a Death Dealer.

"Damn, the Death Dealers," Kraven cursed silently. "If it wasn't of them I would've been ruling the mansion since ages ago."

An awful thought suddenly came up to his mind. They were after him. Viktor and the Vampires wanted him dead. And even though he didn't want to admit it, having an ego as big as Texas, he somehow knew that this was the treatment waiting for him.

He could almost not believe that he had betrayed his own kind of rich and noble Vampires to associate with the all-powerful leader of the filthy and dirty Lycans that was Lucian.

Kraven frowned at the least thought of his now dead foe, "Lucian. I wish you burn in Hell, bloody monster. How I despise him." A sudden smirk appeared on his once handsome features, "In fact, shouldn't I say despised? After all, I've actually achieved my will: Lucian is all part of the past."

He couldn't help himself from grinning mischievously, pondering of the oh-so glorious moment he's lived - according to him and only him - only a few hours ago. He even let out a slight chuckle as he pictured Lucian's face when Kraven himself had shot him in the back. "Silver nitrate. Bet you weren't expecting that," his own voice resounded in Kraven's head.

The only image of Lucian falling to the floor, his body stained with silver, made Kraven feel glad. He was glad he's taken the life away from someone. Appalling.

"Enough of sweet, sweet memories," Kraven thought, still smirking. "I ought to find a way to get out of this living hell."

His eyes suddenly spotted a huge signboard on which was unscripted "Train Station" in Hungarian. He smirked to himself as he walked towards the gates, where a chubby middle-age man was standing behind a booth. "How may I help you?" the man asked with a Hungarian accent.

Kraven took some European money bills that were strangely still integral from his pocket and slid it under thw plexi glass the man was standing behind. "Give me a ticket for the next train," he said haughtily.

"Your Visa." the man demanded with a stern and serious voice through his thick moustache. He looked at Kraven hastily and after a moment of silence, the ex-Vampire Regent sigh and frowned at the man. "I'm sorry, but without a Visa card, you cannot go anywhere."

Kraven had a slight sarcastic chuckle and said, "You must be joking. I need to go. I can't stay here, you understand?" he said, getting frustrated.

"You're losing my time and yours, people who have their Visa are waiting behind you, so don't lose their time either," the man said as Kraven began to annoy him.

"What? Are you declining my request?" Kraven felt insulted. "Don't you know who I am? Can't you understand, second-rate mortal that you are, that I can't stay is this bloody country?!"

"There's a place right around the corner where they treat special cases like you, sir," the man said. "It's called a psychiatric hospital."

Kraven felt rage invade him and cursed, "Bloody mortal, you're lucky there's a glass separating you from me, because otherwise you would've received my fist right square on your bloody face!!"

"Let's see now how you'd manage to leave town with these folks taking care of you," he man seemed enraged as two burly men came behind Kraven and tried to seize them by the arms, but this one just dismissed them and walked away."

"I don't need the help of these useless mortals, I'll find a way out by myself," Kraven thought as his rage seemed to dissipate. But deep down inside - if he had an inside - he knew that he had absolutely no chance.

The only thought of Viktor choking him to death made him tremble. He could actually feel it. But he resolved himself not to think about any form of torture that was certainly waiting for him. Perhaps his life as an immortal and in some way powerful Vampire was at long last over?

Where will you go?

With no one left to save you from yourself?

You can't escape the truth

I realize you're afraid

You can't escape, you won't escape

Pondering about the life he's lived for the last few days of his reign as Viktor's assistant, his mind came across a memory he had of one of the many maids that fancied him, back at the mansion. That blonde servant, not even a hundred years old.

"What was her name again?" Kraven asked himself silently. "Oh, yeah --- Erika. How naive she was, poor girl." He continued walking painfully as he had like what he called "a magnificent idea" - according to him. "Or perhaps--- nothing's completely lost, yet," he though with a smirk.  

You can't escape, you don't want to escape