Give me a reason to believe
That you're gone
Everything was silent in the sewers of Budapest. Only a few drips of water were leaking down the ceilings, creating an echoing yet haunting sound as they landed on the water-flooded ground. The atmosphere was humid and dry at the same time. Humid from the water infested grounds, and dry from the parched bodies of both Vampires and Lycans that were lying there, lifeless.
Vampires and Lycans that have been brawling and fighting to death, not less than a day ago. And now, everyone, everything was gone. Every Vampire, every Lycan. Gone back to their clans. Both their leaders have fallen, and both Covens were now insecure against that beast, this hybrid Michael Corvin had become. Only dead corpses remained, lying there, motionless.
Among the dead shadows and scent of blood surrounding the place, only one soul remained alive. A female Vampire, it was. Almost two hundred years of intense training had allowed her to make her way through the remaining Lycans that were still alive; dispatching every beast she found standing in her path. Although she looked much younger --- perhaps twenty-five years old.
Anyanka was a tall, slim Vampire, wearing very short and tight black leather pants, a dark-red leather corset, a long, golden leather coat, and some long, black leather boots. Her thick dark red hair was floating behind her, wavering graciously at each step she took.
Her cold ice blue eyes were glaring around the filthy place, ignoring the enticing scent of blood surrounding her. Despite the prohibition of Mason, her superior, the Death Dealer had ventured herself out of the mansion just before the dawn. She had come to a decision: find Kraven, bloody traitor, and put an end to his pathetic life.
And find out if Viktor was really dead. As far as Anyanka was concerned, she wouldn't believe it until she saw it --- even though she had that bad intuition inside of her. Something was telling her that somehow, she didn't want to figure it out. And even if he was dead, Anyanka was resolved not to believe it for her entire immortal life, being the stubborn Vampiress that she was.
I see your shadow
So I know they're all wrong
Barely two centuries have passed since her turning. It was on a cool and snowy night of January 1819 that she had fled from the cozy, sophisticated manor of her loaded rich parents. She had once sworn never to return there, in that Devil's House, where no one, absolutely no one cared for her. And that's when it happened.
Not even a mile from her home, she had found her path blocked by two strangers. The one standing in the front was older and was wearing a long leather coat, as his cold ice blue eyes were glaring at her from head to toes. As for the other one, dark-haired and all clad of black, he was standing slightly behind, his beady eyes fixed on her pretty features.
Anya didn't flinch yet didn't seem to panic when the older man walked towards her, discovering sharp white fangs and bright - very bright - blue eyes. A Vampire. She was in the company of real Vampires. Yet again, she didn't move an inch, as a slight smirk appeared on her already pale face.
This night, Anyanka had sold her immortality to Viktor. And by the same way had sold her soul to the Devil himself.
The two-century years old Vampire smirked, remembering all of her past. How glad she was she had finally left the torturous and unfair life for something better. And even if what happened to Selene's family would've happened to hers, she couldn't care less. As far as Anya was concerned, her former family hated her. And she hated them in return.
Anyanka continued ambling through the mud and dirty water that was invading the filthy tunnels of the sewers. The walls were clammy, whether it was from water or blood, she didn't care. The only important thing was to find Kraven the traitor and to avenge her kind.
As she turned one of the corners, she almost stumbled over a laying dead corpse she hadn't seen. But recognize, though. It was Soren, Kraven's personal assistant. Half of his face was almost eaten up, surely due to a previous fight with one of these bloody Lycans.
Seeing Soren laying dead on the floor, a sudden thought came up to Anya's mind as she slightly smirked, "If he's dead, there could be a possible chance that Kraven could be too."
Hoping that her hypothesis of the ex-Vampire Regent being dead was actually true, she continued ambling through the dirty sewers. There was no way she would get out of this place without making sure of Kraven and Viktor's deaths. The death of one, she strongly wished for it. The death of the other, she deeply yearned for it to be untrue.
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
Unfortunately for her, it's when she stepped in a very large part of the sewers that all of her hope fled away, broke down like shattered glass. Viktor's lifeless body was lying there, in a knee-deep water pool, the top of his head completely separated from the entire cadaver. Anya's jaw dropped to the floor at that sight.
They took you away from me
But now I'm taking you home
She couldn't believe it. She brought her pale hands to her face and dropped on her knees, to the water-flooded ground. Tears began to run down her pale cheeks as she realized what she had just seen. Viktor was dead.
I will stay forever here with you, my love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
Viktor had been the only one who had ever cared for her, who had ever loved her, and now, after so many centuries of power and immortality, he was dead. He had been the one whom she had loved for her 196 years of immortality, for he had been the one who had granted her her new life, and had taken care of her since then.
Some say I'm crazy for my love, ooh my love
But no one can hold me from you side, ooh my love
Her attention was suddenly caught by a glint of light a few feet away from her. She turned her head in the other direction and saw a sword laying on a rock. Viktor's sword.
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me
She walked towards it and slowly picked it up. Crimson fresh blood was leaking from its shiny, silver blade.
It's at this right moment that memories invaded Anyanka's mind.
I will stay forever here with you, my love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
In a foreign forest, two men blocking her path, ice blue eyes glaring at her. Blood was now leaking from a wound in her neck. And then came darkness.
Then a vision of Selene, her Death Dealer colleague, deeply biting her wrist and pouring her own blood in Viktor's tomb.
And finally, the ultimate battle opposing Viktor and some kind of a beast. Selene was standing behind. The beast was on its knees, as Viktor was choking it to death.
Anya's memories broke again, fast-forwarding to a few moments later. She was assisting the scene as if she were there.
Viktor and Selene were facing each other. Both glaring deadly at their opponent. Viktor tugged two silver daggers from his belt, gripping one in each hand as he stepped foreword towards Selene. Selene didn't flinch. Instead, she held up the sword she had in her possession, the edge of the silver blade was slick with newly liberated blood---
And then came black, again.
"NOOO!" Anyanka felt herself like shrieking her soul out, and only a few seconds had passed until she'd realized that she had really screamed.
I will stay forever here with you, my love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
She buried her beautiful face in her delicate hands, not believing what she had just witnessed. Viktor was dead by the hand of no other than Selene. Anya thought, "It was her. Selene." More tears fell from her beautiful blue eyes as these same dreadful visions plagued her mind.
How she dreaded Selene for what she had done. And it wasn't as if she liked her before. No, Anya had always dreaded Selene, from the very first moment she saw her, from the very first moment Viktor himself had brought her back from only the Devil knew where. Even if Selene was at least forty years younger than her now, Anya had always abhorred her. Anya knew she had always been way better than Selene. Also she somehow knew that Viktor preferred her to Selene. It was kind of obvious; in fact, Viktor had always preferred Anyanka to the others. And this was very much obvious.
Anyanka stepped back to Viktor's lifeless cadaver as she swallowed a threatening sob. She took a sharp dagger that was hanging from her thick chain belt, opened her hand, and cut open her palm, allowing blood to drip from her hand. She then turned her wounded hand upside down and poured blood onto the Elder's grave.
"I will avenge you, my Lord," she vowed. "I will avenge you as well as the entire Coven. I swear." She licked her palm, savouring the taste of her own blood and stepped backwards, taking a last, sad glimpse at Viktor's body.
Head up meanwhile broken inside, she left the place, the sound of her light steps echoing through the tunnels and slowly dissipating as she walked away.
And I can't love you
Anymore than I do
She had absolutely no idea of what she had just done.