In my head, a legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
It's with a graceful but fast step that Anyanka made her way through the Northern wing of the mansion, heading to her private quarters. Getting back to Ordoghaz had been easier than what she had imagined. Perhaps this was due to the depressing and sorrowful atmosphere towering over the mansion… or perhaps to the sun that was just about to rise. The residents of the house have all practically returned to their quarters, now that the metal shutters of every window have shut, the rising sun being unable to creep into the mansion. As far as she was concerned, Anyanka couldn't care less if the sun was to find her. Now that she was left all alone, it wasn't worth living.
"Nothing is worth anything," she thought. "This can't be happening, it just cannot be happening! Not to me, not again…" An unavoidable thought of her former life as a mortal flashed through her mind. Back then, she was so alone, so sad, so desperate. And now, with Viktor's death, history was about to repeat itself.
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
This is our farewell
Tears started to fill her beautiful blue eyes. She should've been there, she should've slain Selene before she would have had the chance to kill Viktor. She should've killed her so long ago. Anya knew that somehow, Viktor wouldn't have minded her to do so, if only he knew that one day, Selene would turn against the Vampires and unite with a bloody Lycan.
Sweet darling you worry too much
See the sadness in your eyes
She also knew that Viktor loved her, in some way. At least more than Selene, which was kind of obvious, yet again. A single crimson tear found its way down Anya's pale cheek, and she didn't mind wiping it off. She needed to rest. After all the emotional pain she's gone trough for the last days.
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Her mind was made up: tomorrow, she was decided to lead a team of Death Dealers to find back the traitor and make her pay for what she has done.
Never thought this day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
A peculiar shadow reflecting on the wall ahead of her suddenly dragged her attention away from her thoughts. Anya raised her head and turned slightly around to see Kahn, one of the head Death Dealers and the weaponry master. She didn't bother smiling at him, not that she had ever done so in the past. As far as she was concerned, Kahn has been one of Selene's friends - perhaps the only one at the mansion - and Anya loathed everything that reminded her of Selene.
"Hello, Anya," Kahn began, acknowledging that she wasn't planning to greet him in a pleasant manner. "What are you doing still awoken? It's almost dawn, you should go to sleep or at least hide yourself from the rising sun."
"I'm not tired," she lied coolly. "And as for the sun, I couldn't care less," she laughed ironically. Kahn shot her a questioning glimpse, but Anya didn't leave him a chance to speak, not willing to share her feelings with anyone. "What do you want?"
"Nothing from you in particular," Kahn answered. Anyanka turned around and continued her walk. "Good," she said dryly.
"Actually, as I'm thinking about it… where were you last night? I haven't seen you around, as I recall," Kahn called after her.
Anyanka turned around, and once again, didn't bother answering his question. "We need to find back the traitors, Kahn," she said as her voice slightly softened.
Kahn nodded, "Do not worry, Anya. Kraven can't do much against us; I guarantee you that we'll find him and make him pay for everything."
Anya shot him a surprised glare and her voice hardened back. "But I couldn't care less about Kraven," she said. "It's Selene who has to pay for what she has done! And believe me, once I'll find her, she'll die by my own hand," she said viciously.
She raised her blue eyes and saw that Kahn was slightly perplexed. "What? He'd better not still feel sympathy for that bitch," Anyanka thought disbelievingly.
Kahn raised his head back and said, "I know that you feel quite angry about what happened--"
"Quite angry?" Anya interrupted him with disbelief in her voice. "I feel more than quite angry, Kahn! I feel empty, forsaken!" She brought her hand to her forehead and stroked her long, dark red hair, as trying to keep the accumulated tears from flowing down her cheeks.
I feel so lost when you're not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
This is our farewell
"Whatever are your feelings, Anya," Kahn continued, "it's going to be up to Lord Marcus to decide of Selene's fate."
Anya looked at him dead in the eyes. "Tonight, as soon as the sun goes down, I'm leading a team to go hunt for Selene and her companion."
Kahn sighed, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this cannot be for tonight."
It was Anya's turn to sigh, "And why not?"
Kahn sighed again. "Because, Lord Marcus has arranged some kind of a funeral, in remembrance of Lord Viktor and Lady Amelia." He raised his eyes to see that Anya looked very baffled. "And as soon as the sun sets tonight, Mason is going to lead a team of Dealers to bring back Viktor and Amelia's bodies back to the mansion and for the event."
He waited for Anyanka's response, but this one just stood there, glaring into emptiness. This time, she didn't mind holding her tears, but still wiped them off her face. Kahn sighed, "Anya… I know how you feel about this. You'll get over it, trust me. We all will."
Anyanka raised her head and shot him a fiery glare before turning around and leaving abruptly, leaving Kahn behind.
Kahn just stayed there, perplexed. Never had he seen Anya in a state of rage such as this, and neither had he ever seen her display any sort of extreme joy or anything of that kind. As he recalled, the only time he remembered seeing a smile on Anya's face, was whenever Viktor was complimenting or addressing himself to her. Viktor had himself taught her how to use a sword, while Mason trained her with guns. She had been a pretty darned good learner, Kahn thought.
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
And he also knew - like everyone else - that now that Anyanka's hope of living happily was taken away from her, she was unstoppable.
Because this is not our farewell