Epilogue One
The Mansion: 12 Hours Later
A team of men made there way through the fire ravaged bowels of what was once Viktor's mansion, the team was compromised of half a dozen men wearing black combat fatigues and were carrying automatic weapons. These men were lead by a single Death Dealer, and one final figure, dressed all in black, immaculately dressed, not seeming at all bothered by the carnage around him. The men finally entered the once grand resting place of the elders, where they witnessed the massacre that had taken place twelve hours previously. The leader of these men, the well dressed man tapped his cane across the marble floor, to the empty coffin of Markus, raising an eyebrow he gripped the silver angel shaped handle of his cane.
"Sir" one of the armed men called out to him
"What is it?" he asked in a calm, well refined English accent.
"This" the young man responded
The man in black looked down at a severed head on the blood soaked marble floor, and poked it with his cane "Kraven" he smiled as he bent down to pick it up, holding the head at eye level he asked "Now who is making my job easier?" The man threw the head to one of his men who had placed it in a clear bag. The man continued to smile as he remembered their feud which had lasted for over half a century, a feud which began over power, then evolved to battling for the affections of Selene, which ultimately culminated in Kraven betraying his mistress. The man smiled, Kraven had planned for him to die tonight, however it took more than a couple of Lycan to kill him; Malachi, heir of Amelia.
fin
A/N this epilogue ties in with my other story, so if you haven't read it you might not get it.