Viktor now eyed the scientist whom seemed unable to make out what he was seeing. Selene remained calm but kept glaring at Emelia with certain suspicion. "As you can see, Lycan." Viktor spoke. "Emelia is a lot tougher then she looks." He punctuated a few words as to hammer it further in. The scientist was only watching Emelia with a disbelief in his eyes. "They bled you dry did they not?" Emelia's remained passive, not lifting a finger or saying a word. "Regardless!" The scientist laughed. "Lucien has her blood. And the descendant. He will end this war, and you will loose." A smirk appeared on his face grinning at Viktor who's eyes started to glow a Icy light blue and spat out a single word. "Abomination!"

The scientist continued to grin even as the elder approached him. "I should cut you down where you stand, DOG!" "Viktor." Emelia's voice echoed through the chamber. "I suggest you keep him until later. He still has some usefulness." With reluctance did Viktor slap the man unconscious. The man was smacked down to the floor landing mere inches away from Marcus' tomb.

He bled from the side of his head as the death dealers dragged him away along with Kraven's body. Viktor walked towards Selene standing still just in front of her to gently caress her cheek with his hand. "I'm sorry I doubted you." Emelia paid no attention to this, something wasn't right. Her senses identified something but she didn't know what it was.

Shaking her head she walked out towards the exit before turning back a moment. "Anybody care to show me my chambers?" Viktor nudged a nearby death dealer and he led her away from the crypt. Meanwhile Viktor sat yet again on his throne overseeing the only death dealer standing before him. Selene. "My lord? You wished the location of the lycan den?" He nodded slowly. "It is below our feet. A series of tunnels accessible from a subway station.

Somewhere in a Hungarian mansion a figure listens to the conversation whist watching on a CCTV screen. The figure is a female with dark brown hair and pale face. Her slender figure was wrapped in a black long coat with double buttons completely buttoned up.

There was knocking on her door as one of her men came in, dressed in a leather trench coat. "My lady?"

The female looked up from her screen and got up walking towards the window opposite of the door turning her back to him. "At ease." she said sighing deeply. "I've just received word that the coven are preparing a full scale assault on Luciens den."

The man nodded. "Should I inform Mister Macaro, my lady?"

A slow nod was the response he received. "Yes, I believe it shall be necessary. Also inform him I shall be going after our descendant."

The man bowed deeply. "Anything else my lady?"

She turned around gazing at him with her white blue eyes. "You can go." Speaking in a patient yet stern manner dismissing the man. He bowed and closed the door leaving her alone as he departs. Sighing she walked back to her desk only to see the chamber empty. She shut down the screen and sat quietly for a moment. Her black gloved hands tapping the edges of her fingers.

Eying the room about her. Her chambers were quite luxurious, her red carpet and many paintings on the black wall. Behind her on the wall hung a shield and several swords, sharp and ready for use. Their scabbards just below them. In the corner of the room stood a dressing doll. On which her armor was strapped. It was out of fashion.

Her desk was clean, usually, she readdressed her attention to the report of the subway incident a few hours ago. Her phone next to the lamp on her desk rang. A more modern phone, still basic in it's use. "Yes, whom am I speaking too?" her voice ever calm as she let out a short gasp at the voice on the phone.

"Victoria. This is Alexander."

Her eyes widened as he spoke. "My dear, if you go when the fight is still going on you will be attacked and possibly captured by either side. We can't risk it."

Her calm voice changed to a soft yet demanding tone. "You would leave Michael to die then father?" She hung up the phone leaning back in her leather arm chair.

Her features tightened after hearing a faint hiss before looking down and seeing a viper crawling towards her chair. She smirked as she picked the creature up from the ground and it immediately crawled into her sleeve. A knocking on the door. "My lady, your team is ready to move when you are." Sighing again she god up and picked a scimitar off the wall taking it's scabbard and strapping the sword to her side.

"Tell the men I'll be at the helicopter immediately." Walking towards the door she glanced about the room one last time. Closing the door and walking through the halls and up stairs she came to a roof on which a landing pad was situated. A black heli was already spinning it's blade waving her hair about wildly as she ducked to ensure she was not caught in it they set off towards the lycan den.

Somewhere below the city.

In a dark corner a lycan stood in front of a boy tied vertically to a metal table. He slowly opened his eyes to find his mouth had been covered with a cloth. As he struggled a second lycan tried to extract his blood yet his constant struggling made it so frustrating that in the end he smacked his face. The other responded aggressively. "ENOUGH!" he quickly sucked off. The first lycan pulled the cloth away from the boy's face. "You must forgive my fellow lycan, he has much to learn in the form of manners." The boy looked a him, still trying to make sense of it all. "Who are you?" The other smiled. "A yes, where are my manners? I am Lucian."

"What are you doing?" the boy said as Lucian approached him and calmly extracted his blood with a syringe. "Bringing an end to this conflict Michael." Drawing his sleeve back, he injected Michael's blood into his arm. This little conversation was cut short as a lycan came running in. "Death Dealers have found us!" The ground began to shake as the first grenade exploded.

Somewhere inside the lycan den.

"Admiral!" one of the six men along with the woman spoke. Silently did the woman take note. "Vampires. This can't get any better." She began to walk faster, ensuring her team stayed behind her covering her with their rifles. "Admiral we might have to hurry, they could find Michael before we do." Again no response from the woman at the front until they reached a splitting of the tunnels. "You take the tunnel to the left. I'll take the right. Only shoot if shot at. Try not to make your presence known too much." With these words did the slender female walk off into her chosen direction.

The vampires were Quickly breaking through the lines and lycan after lycan was killed. Things got worse when Viktor appeared marching along his forces. Yet a single black clad figure was making her way alone through the tunnels, with only one goal in her mind. Selene ran through the tunnels shooting all she came across. Unbeknown to her, he was competing against a far more powerful being, also present. Neither lycan nor Vampire.

Viktor causally strolled along until watching a lycan jump in front of him, his roar nearly ear deafening as he descended upon Viktor.