Chase
Author's note: See chapter one for disclaimers.
Summer - 1817 - Location: European Mainland en route to Paris, France
The years passed by so quickly, one lycan after the other, falling at my hands. The coven was soon chased out of London during an attack on the mansion three days ago, the death dealers such as myself stayed behind and slain the lycans. Their bodies adorned the mansion grounds, painting it a lovely rose color, shining in the moonlight. I was stationed as sniper once again that night, seeming it to be my specialty now, and shot down each lycan as they approached the doors of the mansion. I felt tempted to let one or two go inside and kill the aristocrats that were trying to flee like the scared little rats that they were, but I remembered my family and so I shot down as many as was allotted in the time before we too became surrounded and were forced to flee.
Kraven's so called "passions" for me had only escalated in the coming years, he became rougher, trying to find me and corner me in any possible situation. Ranging from shooting in the training area, to dismissing a maid and trying to help me draw a bath. He was a slimy man, intent on only sex, blood and gold it seemed. He would often stare at me from across the training area, his head resting in his hand, slyly looking at my leather clad body. It was enough to make me ill.
Viktor remained with the coven, thank God, and assisted us on assassinations of high importance. His closeness and fondness for me that had been greatly shown in earlier years, was now not shown as often. I was lucky if I could speak a single word with him in an entire week. I did not mind though. There was not much to speak of, killing lycans, killing more lycans, well, you get the point. Except there was Kraven.
As I spoke of his infatuations with me to Viktor, he smiled and said, "You should feel flattered, should you not?" He told me only a few minutes ago, as I am now riding in the carriage with him.
"No, he's stalking and harassing me, my Lord. I know you speak highly of him but it has become quite sickly disturbing, how he wishes for me to join him." I told Viktor.
"There are other women in this Coven, Selene, of great beauty and of otherwise. You however, seem to stand out amongst them, blatantly. Kraven wants you for that uniqueness." He said, it seemed as a compliment, I inclined it to be such.
"Then why should he not take a different woman other then myself? I am a death dealer, my lord. That only makes me more masculine and hardened, Kraven seems to want a soft and feminine woman. Not me." I said, he shouldn't want me at all! I don't want him, but he wants me. I don't understand it at all, love is far too confusing and entangled.
I prefer hunting, shooting, killing and generally ignoring the fondness of romance. It never lasts and only ends in heartbreak after all. I don't want Kraven! I don't want anyone!
"Kraven desires you simply for the thrill of the chase, Selene. Let it be only that, a chase. He is easy enough for you to outrun." Viktor said, and the conversation was over.
An uncomfortable silence was in the carriage for the next few hours. I drew back the curtains and it was night time finally and we were in Paris.
The coven house here was a great palace, located on the outskirts of the city. It was white and pristine looking. The gardens outside were neatly trimmed and sported flowers of different colors that seemed so unbefitting outside of the quarters of creatures of darkness such as we.
When we arrived in the halls, other vampires were awaiting us. They were dressed very fashionably and quite a lot like mortals. Most of the vampires of the coven I knew wore all colors of dark shades, while they seemed to be in the fashions of the time. I followed Kahn and the other death dealers into what was to be our training area.
It was significantly smaller then the ones back in Hungry and Rome. It was mostly comprised of stockpiles of guns, whips and other curious looking weapons. Kahn seemed to be slightly disappointed at our new arrangements. He frowned as we entered into the area, I kept my head up as much as I could. A good number of death dealers had been killed off during the attack on the mansion.
Mary had her heart literally ripped out of her chest and she was then violently thrown against a wall when the lycans attacked, she had insisted on going down to help the other death dealers instead of myself. She was then left dead on the grounds in front of the door with her eyes wide open and a shocked expression left on her face. I shot down the lycan that killed her when I reached the top of my post a minute later.
Edward was still alive, he now led groups of us out for stake outs and also for enemy observations. He seemed happy to be back "home" and was smiling the entire time since we stepped in the door. Behind me, he approached.
"Nice to be back, isn't it?" He said to me, as we went back outside.
"I've never been to France before, how would I know?" I said, I know I'm not the politest of vampires, but Edward was older then I and he deserved that respect that came with age in the vampire covens.
"The heart of all of Europe, the center of art, music, literature", he said, his French accent more obvious now, his eyes looked out onto the city lights nostalgically, "I must show you her someday. You'd love it."
"I highly doubt that I'll have time." I said, lycans, number one priority, number two priority, basically all my priorities really. I have no time for love right now.
"Peace will come eventually, Selene."
"I don't want peace. I want them all to die and then rot in hell for what they did to my family." I said, looking him in the eyes now.
"It is up to you to make that decision, Selene. But if you ever, for any reason, need someone to talk to other then your Sire, I'm willing to lend my ears." He said, "did you ever know that you are beautiful, Selene? Not a statue of any goddess in the Lourve even comes close to your beauty. I thought I'd let you know." He was now going back inside and leaving me out here alone. The sun was faintly showing in pink over the horizon.
"But Selene is the goddess that remains silent." I whispered to myself, going back inside.
And so a new day begins.