Emelia's chambers Viktor's Castle 1202

A knock on the wooden door giving access to the temporary chamber granted to the princess. "My lady? The guest you requested." Emelia, dressed in a silk dress that clung to her body perfectly looked into the mirror, her emerald colored eyes staring back at her. "Come in!" The door opened and a death dealer along with the girl stepped into the chamber. Emelia looked in the death dealer's direction. "Leave us." He silently eyed Victoria a moment before closing the door behind him as he left.

Her attention was now fully aimed at her. "Tell me, Victoria. Have you inherited your brothers gift?" She sighed knowing there would be no way around. She took her helmet off and let her eyes shine white blue. "Yes my lady, I have." Remaining further silent. It was Emelia whom broke the silence once more with a slight hint of impatience. "And what are you? A vampire or merely immortal?"

Victoria glanced to the door a moment before letting out a uncomfortable sigh. "I am no vampire, my lady." Emelia rolled her eyes letting out a sigh.

"I can see that, so why are you here? Why on earth were you just sanding there, next to that beast?"

Emelia's voice became demanding, and, yes, she most certainly wished a few answers to say the least.

Yet the lady in front of her was silent, contemplating and calculating her answers accordingly. "I have shown the same sympathy like your..." She paused a moment to tilt her head. "Lover." Emelia snapped at her.

"Marcus and I are not in love!" Yet she realized she just gave in to her game. 'That calculating...'

"Apparently he says otherwise." She smirked, she dared to smirk in her presence. Her blood boiled and she was on the brink of ripping her throat out. Reluctantly she began suppressing her rage maintaining a neutral expression.

"Fine, now what have you achieved with me playing your little game?" She shrugged clearly not intimidated by the elder. And yet again she started to contemplate on her answer.

"I have already achieved what I have ever wanted, this little game is merely postponing the real question you're about to ask and I'm not going to answer that." Emelia stood there silently eying her adversary. 'What the hell did she just say?' the girl on the other hand was no longer paying attention to her and was fiddling with her armor.

"Who are you to refuse to answer an elder, little girl?" Punctuating the word 'Elder' to be sure it got through to her. Folding her arms Emelia waited for the reply she was expecting. The other girl was fiddling with her breast plate, adjusting it to fit her liking a bit more before looking up with a sad gaze, sighing.

"I suppose you could say I have been close to the Corvinus brothers before all this shenanigans started. But beyond that you are going to have to use your imagination... Elder." A sly yet sad smirk. It should have been enough to make her kill her, to make her loose it and rip her throat out. But that haunting sad smile made her anger melt.

"You are his sister aren't you? Alexander's daughter?" The figure nodded slowly, her expression changing to a slightly more happy attitude after hearing her fathers name.

Straightening her back see looked at Emelia proudly before confirming it, perhaps simply for herself. "Yes, Yes I am his daughter. And yes, I am Marcus' Sister. Although I had a far better youth then him" She yet again remained silent watching every movement the elder made.

"Then you were there to say farewell to him weren't you? You sensed his pain didn't you?" The figure tilted her head slightly before shaking her head again.

"Merely saying farewell, for I know I shall never set eyes upon him again." The girl's shoulder became sloppy again and her attitude returned to it's former sad state. Shrugging she turned towards the door before being reminded of something an casted a half glance over her shoulder.

"Was that all, my lady?" Emelia stood dumb struck. A simple nod was all she could do to acknowledge. The woman walked out closing the door behind her. As if lightning struck her she ran to the door opened it and looked around. Not even the clicking of her armor could she hear with her senses.

Lycan den 2000

"So Lucien, perhaps a little respect for Admiral Victoria Corvinus." Emelia's voice was obviously pleased with the situation. Lucien on the other hand seemed far from it. Eying Viktor with a hatred that he deserved.

Yet the woman spoke in a cold and slow manner as if to make a invalid understand what she meant. "Perhaps, had you not killed all of my friends, we could've been friends. Yet you actions against the descendants of Corvinus speak for themselves. You wrought Too much destruction. It's time I cleaned this world of your being to ensure they are safe." She took a deep breath after her little speech, waiting for Lucien's response.

He turned back, his hair grew back to the long hair on his head, face and chest looking at the woman that was neither vampire nor lycan yet one of the most powerful immortals nonetheless. "I'd think not. We will defeat the vampires, and if this means you too then so be it." He said so with pride in his voice. The unyielding figure only sighed at this.

"Fine, throw your life away by facing me, hybrid. I'd like to have your head, but I think Lord Viktor here wishes it even more." A delicate and sly smile yet icy cold eyes. Viktor held his blade firmer and at the same time from a side entrance to the larger room came Emelia's Death Dealers. At this appearance Viktor marveled. 'She was always right on time, retreating to safe men. Advancing to take lives, all at the right moment.'

His thoughts now went to a strategy to bring the hybrid down. Yet Lucien retreated further into the halls saving himself to fight another day. The figure that defeated him took a few paces towards his direction but turned on her heel at the sound of her ear radio. "My lady, the Corvinus descendants have been secured and we have evacuated as ordered. We'll see you at the mansion."

Emelia was, as always somehow untouched yet covered in blood. Mostly not hers. "Shall we call it a day, Viktor? The lycans are dead." Her eyes shifted towards the figure now facing the two vampire elders. Silently did the two women exchange glares. After a while they silently nodded to each other. Viktor interrupted the glaring competition with a loud cough. "Shall we?"

They walked to the entrance Emelia's men had burst out of. Walking uncomfortable in Victoria's presence, Emelia constantly watched her female companion whom was walking in front with near mechanical foot steps as she simply held her head high not even bothering to look around her.

"The natural order and balance has been disrupted Emelia." Viktor tapped her on the shoulder. "Yet we have an even greater ally." she nodded but waved his hand away.

"how?"

Victoria stopped a moment motioning lazily to a corner. "Lycan, three of them. One badly wounded." She instantly was jumped by one trying to pounce her on the ground. A sweeping motion of a left arm and outstretched palm. One sickening crack in the spine section and the lycan fell to the side. Victoria hadn't even moved. A second one came running towards her roaring as his jaws snapped at her. With a single hand she choked the life out of him. Trying to get her with his right hand he swung at her, hitting nothing but thin air as the admiral bent her head downward and swept his legs sending him crashing down only for Viktor to drive his blade in.

Emelia watched with interest as the two elder immortals teamed up. Victoria seemed to have as little trouble quelling her opponents as Marcus had. A false smile curled her lips. 'She was his sister after all. Not sired as a vampire nor lycan. Born immortal, a direct descendant of Alexander's bloodline.' As the last stray lycan was put out of his misery by one of Emelia's bolts they pressed on, her six Death Dealers at their heels.

Movement up ahead, her female companion didn't stir. It couldn't be anything serious then. "Hold your fire. Vampires." Victoria's monotones send the shivers through her spine. "Kahn!" Viktor's voice was hopeful. "Is Selene with you?" Emelia watched Viktor crumble at the answer.

"She ran off my lord, we do not know where she is." Kahn seemed worried, he shifted uneasy as well, his four companions scanning the room. Viktor nodded absently. Sighing the admiral walked on, passing a few confused vampire whom took in her unfamiliar scent. Emelia nodded to Kahn then to the leaving immortal. The gun shots everywhere had silenced, nothing but the dripping of water and the clicking of leather on leather and boots in ruble as the Vampires pressed on.

"We've swept as planned, all were wiped out as far as we could sense." He looked thoughtful at their strange companion, whom was walking ahead sometimes not even looking as she turned a corner. The remains of the 'Savage beasts' they had put down were splattered over the ground and wall as they climbed back up the ladder. Except Victoria whom seemed to think that leaping upward holding just the last bar of the ladder to save her prised trench coat was a good idea.

The coven

"You got to be kidding me!" The remaining death dealers stood in front a sight they never saw. Their mansion. Burned to the ground. Kahn was standing next to the elder immortals whom were taking this loss fairly well. Viktor was just as usual. Angry

His fists trembling as he took in the scent of the man he thought asleep. "Marcus!" A death Dealer leaped over the wall and unlocked the gate from the inside. Wearing sunglasses at night his icy blue eyes were not visible but the he was obviously displeased.

"My lord, we'll need to clean this mess up, burn the bodies and assure the humans think this is just a regular fire on a unlucky moment." His tones offered sympathy. Emelia looked at her fellow female elder as she picked up a mobile phone from her pocked and dialed a number, despite the initial loss of their coven, the forty three death dealers that still survived were quite pleased with tonight.

"Pick up you goddamn lazy bastard Wesker!" The phone was picked up.

"Captain Wesker, whom am I speaking to?"

The impatience was evident in her voice as she explained the shenanigans that has happened.

"In other words get over here with some men and clean this up! Earn your paycheck dammit!"

She hung up and put the phone back in her pocket. A nearby death dealer was looking at the sky that seemed to indicate dawn was not far off. The ruins of their former home were quite a poor sight to shelter in thus Emelia was already tapping the admiral on the shoulders.

"You don't happen to have a large barracks for shelter do you, admiral?" Tapping her feet and covering her mouth in thought she seemed far off a moment before immediately signaling everyone.

The vampires were quite surprised by her quick response.

"I need the elders to get everyone inside their respected vehicles, we're going to my mansion for shelter. We'll leave this mess for my cleaners. Shall we survive the day gents?"