Emelia slowly regained consciousness. 'Those lycans have underestimated me for the last time.' the first thought that poured into her mind were battle plans. But as she sat up she saw nothing but an abandoned train. She felt cold and quickly pulled the corpse of one of the council members towards her and began draining him of his blood. 'He never used it for any good, no harm done.'
She felt her wounds regenerate, it felt good. In her primal instincts she pulled another body towards her. Sinking her teeth into his cold flesh. She didn't care about the taste, she needed to feed. Now.
She looked downward to her bloody chest, and her ruined dress. She grumbled "Accursed lycans." Emelia could be practical if need be. She went to the sleeping cabin of the train and there in a standard lay her old sword. She smirked slightly at it, five centuries. And still she was going to use this well kept sword. She inspected the blade, it was quite in balance. Viktor's blacksmiths never disappointed her.
The pommel displaying a crafted 'A' filled her chest with some pride. "For Viktor, then." She pulled the sword off the standard and put it in it's Scabbard, hanging under it. She wasn't going to match Viktor's intimidation skills, but if she wasn't surprised as she was just a while ago, she gritted her teeth at the thought, she could match almost any lycan with ease. She held the scabbard with her sword in it as she began to look for something practical to wear for this situation. As she searched through her cabin's dresser. She came across a female death dealers suit.
Grumbling with reluctance she grabbed it along with her leather trench coat. 'She wasn't out just jet.'
discarding what remained of her purple dress she began putting on clothes exceptionally low for her standards. The lycans were going to pay for what they did. Luckily she knew the way. Even though it was going to take a bit more time to walk. Strapping the scabbard to her belt she pulled her trench coat over her shoulders obscuring any direct views of the sword. 'No need to be so out of place.'
She cursed suddenly and head back to her room, her triple crossbow was hanging as well. It came with her, along with her quiver. 'This is humiliating me, walking armed through the streets out for lycans' her thoughts were a lot along those lines. It occurred vaguely in the back of her mind as she left the train that this was going to be a mess in the morning. 'Must attend to important matters first.' As she was just away from the station, she heard a helicopter circling the terrain. She continued to walk away from the station, into the city.
Trying to remember safe-houses were a pain in her mind, She walked towards the train exit as she noticed a car with humans inside of them. Next to that was a taxi. A sly smirk escaped Emelia as she walked towards the cab. The driver had some loud music on, something she didn't knew, like or was otherwise associated with. Her taste for the orchestral must've gotten the better part out of her. Hearing knocking on the window and sighting a beautiful woman dressed in a black leather outfit the driver quickly turned off the music and opened his window.
"Going somewhere tonight lovely lady?" A death glare from Emelia.
"Perhaps you can adjust your tone a little. Else our business will be done rather quickly." The cab drives quirked an eyebrow at this. "No need to get rude, ma'am, I was just kidding." She gave him a skeptical look from her ice blue eyes.
"I am heading to a... Family reunion. Just outside of the city."
The cab drive nodded before smirking. "I am not a mind reader, ma'am. You'll need to be more specific."
Emelia's sarcastic voice filled the air. "I am glad you're not." She spoke an address next to Ördögház. He set the vehicle in gear and they were off. She wasn't used to public transport. Especially not without escort. But, she could influence humans as easy as Vampires exterminated the lycans. The lights of the city streets somehow managed to hurt her eyes since the windows weren't blackened. But this gradually became less as they passed the center and started to reveal the outskirts of Szentendre.
As she got out she realized she had no way of paying. Another loose end, "Alright that will be... um... Ma'am?" Emelia was long gone. Spurting towards the Coven she hastily jumped over the wall landing right in front of a death dealer patrol. "Hold- oh..." Emelia looked at them with a tilted head and a "yes? What?" look. "Nothing...Ma'am." Emelia nodded and walked on. "Evening gentlemen." said in a sarcastic voice as the elder set off to find Kraven and beat the living hell out of him until he spilled his guts on the floor.
As she walked through the mansion, the aristocratic vampires seemed surprised to see their elder in a Death dealer suit, and in fact, Emelia was going to be a death dealer again. As she descended the steps closer and closer to her goal: The Crypt, and Kraven's death. She heard a conversation going on thus she stopped hearing Viktor's voice and Khan's. "They bled the council dry, my lord. We assume they took Emelia." A sly smirk once again played across her lips. "It is already starting," A cry of pain followed shortly after before the voice continues. "With the elder in his possession it won't be long before he has an army of hybrids." Emelia now had enough and walked into the crypt to the surprise of everyone. "Pity he won't live to see his kingdom flourish." Before stating anymore she took out her crossbow and shot Kraven in the leg.
"That's for letting your men do nothing." She then proceeded to shoot him in the chest. "And that because you plotted with lycans." Before finally walking up to the half dead Kraven dropping her crossbow on the ground. "My dear Kraven." Said whilst looking down at him "How you have fallen." She moved her left hand to open her long coat a little as her right hand slid to her sword. She plunged her sword into his head before letting out a satisfying sigh. "And that is because I simply hate you and you had this coming a long time." She pulled a strip from the body's shirt and cleaned her sword before sheathing it and turning to Viktor and the scientist tied to the floor. "Emelia, you yet lived as I suspected." Viktor uttered these words with certain pride.
Emelia observed the situation at hand before saying anything, the politician was back, not the warrior. A 'Presumably' lycan man was tied to the floor being interrogated by the infamous death dealer Selene, Kahn as usual in his captain's outfit standing in the door opening and Viktor, sitting on the throne. His long coat majestically flowing from him as it often did. She sighed as she picked up her crossbow after sheathing her sword. "Well?, carry on."