"Corvinus… never heard of him." Mason said.
"Didn't expect you to. He was well before your time." Kahn said. And mine…
Erika asked, "Well, who is he?"
Kahn pondered how to answer this question for a few moments. How do I explain to them who he is?
"Hello!" Erika shouted into Kahn's ear, as if he forgot she was there. Irritated, he shoved her into the snow.
"I know!" Kahn paused to keep his cool. Losing his temper to this foolish girl was no use. "Corvinus was a man in the 5th century who watched a virus spread through his whole village. Oddly enough, he was the only survivor. This rare trait was passed onto his three sons. One was Marcus, another William. The last son's name and records were lost somewhere along the way."
"So how do you know him?" Mason asked.
This question Kahn had known was coming. "He's Marcus's father. Corvinus tried to make things right between him and his son – who were estranged for reasons I won't tell you. After being dismissed many times, Corvinus gave up and left. But while he was hanging around the mansion, he and I grew to like each other, so we've been keeping in touch for all these years, either through letters or, more recently, e-mails."
"Oh." Mason said.
Erika remained quiet, trying to get the snow from her hair. Maybe she was afraid it would wash out the bleach, Kahn thought.
After moments of silence, a cacophonous roar exploded into the ears of the three of them. Erika gave a jump. Kahn's trained ears told him that there was a Lycan nearby – and Kahn was about to warn the others when the Lycan jumped from the trees and tackled Erika.
"No!" Kahn screamed. Mason and him opened fire on the outnumbered Lycan, and within seconds the Lycan fell to the snowy ground dead.
"Check Erika!" Kahn ordered Mason. Kahn went to check to make sure the Lycan was indeed dead, and it was. Kahn gave a quick sniff, but his nose picked up no other Lycan bastards nearby.
"Kahn." Mason breathed out. Mason was kneeling next to Erika. "She's dead."
I could've told you that… Erika's throat was ripped out savagely, blood gushing out like a river, the spilled blood mixing in with the snow. The pure white snow began to turn a dark pink.
"Shit." Kahn swore. While he really did not like Erika, she was one of the few remaining survivors from Ordoghaz.
Her blonde hair was beginning to stain red from her own blood. The smell made Kahn's mouth water, but he controlled himself.
After what felt like hours of silence, Kahn said, "Com'mon, let's go."
Mason got up unwillingly, and the two trudged on reluctantly. After walking several feet away, Kahn turned around one last time and gazed sadly at Erika's face. Her face would be ash in a day, and no one would ever know she survived what most vampires didn't.
Not unless I have something to do about it. And with that last thought, Kahn and Mason headed toward Corvinus's ship, not knowing that by the time they got there, the ship would have exploded already, and Corvinus would be dead.
A/N:
Yes, Erika is dead.
At first, I was going to leave the chapter at Kahn looking at Erika's body then walking away, but the chapter seemed so short, so I made it a bit longer.