Safe house outside of Budapest.
"Look, can you at least tell me 'why' we are hiding?" The safe house was practical, not really suited for long term stays, practical it could be. Thought it was still darn cold in there.
"Michael, You're a Lycan. Viktor would see you killed for that!" He remained silent, gazing at Selene. Until a clang and rummaging in the back broke their moment and Selene drew her gun, they hadn't checked the interrogation room. A roar came from it quickly followed by a slap.
"Shut up, will you? And stop struggling you'll make this worse!" As Selene Threw the door open with her left hand aiming her Berretta with her right. Inside she spotted a man on a metal table and Person with his back turned to her, though his black trench coat said enough. "Look, you want to live? Then cooperate for once dammit!" As the figure turned to grab another instrument from the side table his white operation gloves were drowned in blood.
Selene coughed, making her presence known, this time a response came from the man. "I'll be right with ya! Just give me sec." From the way he talked and moved Selene assumed he was one of the rare exceptions of very young Death Dealers. Another groan and Selene noticed it wasn't a vampire lying there chest bare getting silver throwing stars pulled out of his chest.
"Look, either don't do it at all or be more careful, I'm not stating it again." A low grunt of annoyance and he pulled off the gloves and threw them into a bucket. He looked over Selene growing paler then he already was. Quickly he reached into his inside pocket and presented a pair of black leather gloves he put on and quickly saluted her.
"Captain! Sorry for the... inconvenience." Selene holstered her guns and, out of habit she guessed, saluted him as well. They both let their hands down at the same time. The man was about average hight, fair hair completely combed backward and, presumably, used gel. A pair of sunglasses covered his eyes.
He scratched his clean shaved chin a moment looking at Michael in the door way then back at the guy lying on the table. "So, that Lycan here for interrogation as well? Or just a witness, he looks a bit like a pansy might I add." He quickly turned to his companion whom was putting his shirt back on. "Hide the nitrate."
"Oh" He extended his hand to Selene "Captain Miloviec Wesker." They shook hands and Selene eyed the man now dressed in normal blue trousers and in a black leather jacket. He nodded politely and sat down groaning and grabbing his chest.
"Milo, are you sure you didn't miss any?" The Death Dealer turned to him.
"No, why? Does one still sting?" they both let out laughter. Selene turned to walk away but turned at the sound of a cellphone.
"Captain Wesker, whom am I speaking to?" His expression was one of horror and surprise.
"WHAT?... How?...Yeah, I'm a 'little' busy here!... Fine!" He hung up groaning.
"Just for everybody, breaking news, Coven is in ashes and Marcus was behind it. Oh dear."
He quickly took out his sidearm and checked how many bullets he had. Before putting it back. "What of Viktor? What of Emelia?"
Selene asked in distress but was comforted by two hands on her shoulders. "Look I really don't know what the hell happened I'm just going to be the clean up party. If you want to come along it's fine but There's a big reason he's a Lycan. We work during day light."
Selene nodded and watched as he took off to a nearby room, the armory. He quickly loaded two automatics and a Uzi which he started to modify by adding some extra grip. "There's a phone in the control room, and, here." He gave a small piece of paper with a number on it.
"Carlos! Come and get your automatic and please, do not shoot yourself in the foot this time?"
The two took off immediately and took a nearby car. "I hate this job! Never a moment peace! Tell me again why I let that Corvinus make me immortal?" Grunting the whole way towards the mansion.
"Well that was... Entertaining." Michael looked out the window.
"Though... I don't understand how that Vampire works during day hours, the lycan. Yes, the vampire? No." Selene shrugged and sat down on a chair sighing.
"So much for your sanctuary hmm, Selene?" she looked up at him. She had absolutely no idea what to do.
Victoria's Mansion four and a half hour later
He walked in his expensive Italian leather making a familiar clicking noise throughout the mansion before he stopped dead in the main hall in sight of every single death dealer.
"...What the fuck?"
One of the human patrols walked by and he was quick to make a few things known.
"Okay, Nikolai. Explain … this In house Corvinus."
He shrugged eying one of the female Death Dealers.
"Well sir, they came with admiral Victoria. Apparently there sheltering.-" He was already off.
"Enough of this slander, I'll find out myself." uttering a irritated sigh and cursing the whole way to Victoria's office.
Slamming the door shut and taking off his sunglasses to simply stare at her marked Wesker's dramatic entrance into the room which, unfortunately also contained Emelia.
"Can you please explain to me." He bowed to Emelia then returned a scowling look at Victoria. "What all these Vampired Vampires are doing here?"
Emelia coughed but Milo ignored her. "Well, in case you haven't noticed, our vampired vampires are currently our friends and allies, since you saw the ruins of their Coven I assume you can guess further why they are here."
"AAAAAAAAARGH! ARE YOU- oh wait... Never mind." He ended his sentence rather silently after his outburst.
"Captain Wesker despite your immortality and being sired by me I am still quite capable of kicking your ass back down that hall, I just hate to ruin the coat."
The elder stared at Victoria "You are his Sire? You made him immortal!?" The admiral and Wesker simultaneously sighed.
"Yes Emelia. Why don't you two spend some time together hmm?" Tears of grief were indeed surfacing and she was getting trouble keeping a straight face.
"Right, my lady. This way please." He directed her to one of the empty chambers.
"Look, erm, I may sound rude but that's me and Victoria on edge lately." The room was just as Victoria's. Richly decorated with expensive paintings, red carpet and leather furniture. The common room they entered also had a fireplace and the lights on the walls had the form of candles. This. Sort-of medieval style comforted Emelia a bit more.
She choose to lie down on a sofa sighing heavily, she hadn't had a shower yet, too much to take care of. Her black leather garments did seem to interest the man in the room but he wasn't giving in just jet. Another probable factor was that he was possibly older then he acted or looked.
"I assume you've served under her for quite some time, mister Wesker?" He nodded walking over to the fireplace and started to rummage with small pieces of wood.
"Think reckless, in love and despair all in one emotion and you'll get reasonably close to how she felt when she brought her wrist to my lips, madam." Her started to light the small pieces of wood with a silver lighter, likely running on oil.
Emelia adjusted her pose in the sofa to make her face the back of him as he lighted the fire. "And I suppose you hate her as much as you are grateful?" He raised a finger in the air.
"Bingo! Spot on, my lady." He stated to place a few bigger blocks on to the still small fire. Viktor came in, apparently he had been directed by Victoria but he wasn't really caring.
"What have I heard? Do you realize your digging into the past is forbidden? The Covenant shall stand." Wesker stood up, cleanly not amused by this remark.
"The first death dealer to deal death in this house has Victoria's wrath. The covenant counts amongst yourselves, not amongst our men. She gave your elder the means to save the vampire species twice." He motioned to Emelia.
"How dare you raise your voice to me mortal! Do you know what I can do to you?" Wesker grinned at this taking his sunglasses off to reveal a pair of white blue eyes.
"Cut the mortal part out please." Emelia merely followed the conversation, assessing the right moment to jump in.
Putting his immortality now on the table changed the game for Viktor considerably. Wesker put his sunglasses back on. "Any more questions about your precious Covenant?" He remained speechless as her turned to leave the room, clanging the door behind him.
"Hmm, It'll be dark soon, yes?" Emelia was quite enjoying the stand off laying in a delicate pose on the sofa.
"Well it's about.. six o'clock. Not long no. And I got a call to make." He grabbed his cellphone out of his inside coat pocket and dialed a number putting the phone inches away from his ear.
"Oh come on! Pick up!" Grunting at the zero response he got he discarded it and muttered in rage.
Emelia lifted her head up.
"So, who are you calling?" She said so with a sweet voice.
He sighed. "Selene, my lady." She frowned at this lifting a brow as her playful emerald eyes spied on him.
"Oh, she's alive? We haven't hear of her. Tell me, has she killed this.. 'Michael'?"
He turned around smirking. "As if I know who that is. Oh wait, Corvinus? I don't think so."
Crypt outside of Budapest, hour past dusk.
They walked through the dusty tunnels passing rows upon rows of coffins. "What is this place?" Selene walked unflinching by the sight while Michael was having trouble not getting alarmed by every single movement.
"This place houses vampires either condemned by the covenant or those whom slumber willingly. The last time I saw Solm he was preparing his chambers inside the Coven for someone else. He said something about going to slumber. That this was no longer his war."
Michael eyed the closed coffins suspiciously. "So why wasn't it? If he was a Death Dealer why didn't he continue the quest like you did?" Selene stopped and turned around sighing at his ignorance. He stopped in front of her feeling like he said something obviously wrong whilst oblivious to it.
"For one he was rumored for a time to be the first of the Death Dealers, only months younger then Viktor. Even though he remained discreet about it... He was. He fought William's and his breed Michael, his war was a war to contain. Not to exterminate. He slumbered after Viktor decided he wanted Lucien and every Lycan dead."
She turned around and started walking again sighing. "I had the honor to meet him only three days." passing a darker hallway she continued by the seemingly never ending rows of coffins until she came to a doorway marked with Viktor's signature. She bowed in respect to it and spoke, even though she was aware he probably couldn't hear her. "Forgiveness is asked ancient one but we require your guidance as well as aid." She sighed and pushed the door open. A wave of dust came from the room leaving Michael and Selene to cough loudly the first few seconds of entering the tomb of the elder death dealer.
To their distinct surprise the weapons and old armor were in sharp condition resting glistering on the wall. He could taste the dryness in this tomb. The weaponry was encased in glass chambers. Selene looked around the room. No coffin. As did he, still he could sense a menacing presence amongst themselves. She bent down and wiped the dust from the floor in the middle of the room. As she did so she revealed a Silver pedestal the same as an elder sleeping pod. It was marked with a snake forming the letter 'S'. She turned the letter clockwise and it began to set it's inner mechanisms at work. After more then half a millennium, Solm, the ancient was to be awakened.
The coffin slowly emerged from the dept of the darkness below. Michael looked about the room. Yet he seemed that this room, despite the dust coming from all sides was being looked after. On the wall hung a dusty over coat made from leather. Fresh blood supplies were nowhere to be found but he did see signs of modern armory. Throwing stars much like Selene's. Death Dealer vests. "Selene, this room was used recently." She merely nodded.
"Emelia wanted him ready for war should the need ever arise to send in a deadly hassassin. He survived the bite, but I doubt he needed it to rip lycans to shreds with his swords to begin with."
Michael helped open the coffin and looked at the weak form of a slumbering vampire. Despite his slumbering state he seemed to know something was going on as she was incredibly ill at ease.
"This is the second time... And elder should enlighten him on what's new... Though I... Barely think he'll need it to face Lucien. Just test his tricks and he'll kill him.." She grinned painfully, obviously there was more but she was already taking the crusty vampire in her arms. "Grab that Death Dealer coat and the two distinct marked blades in the left glass house." She motioned to a pair of scimitars.
She put his from into the back seat and as soon as Michael was sitting next to her she spurted off towards the safe house. To ready a rather dramatic awakening. "Why are you awakening him, Selene? He cleanly is past his time." She ignored him and continued to guide the car up to the pavement outside of the property. "Quickly." She grabbed him from the back seat and with him in her arms proceeded to climb the stairs.
Victoria's HQ
"My lady Emelia!" A death dealer was calling from a nearby safe house they now used to monitor everything from. "We've had movement in the slumber tombs." Emelia remained motionless.
"Explain."
there was no immediate response as both Viktor and his fellow elder were listening.
"Solm's tomb has been opened." Her eyes widened for everything and body in her proximity plain to see.
"WHAT? Which safe houses are active?!" Emelia spurted off dragging Wesker by his coat. "You're driving."
"Selene, why awaken 'him' out of all vampires? What do you gain from it?" She glared at him. "Michael, he doesn't hate the lycan breed. In fact he encouraged them to replace William's breed thus ending his war. He is to help us if your sanctuary isn't granted." The safe house was again in sight as two elder immortals stepped out of the vehicle a block away. Spurting towards the door and up the stairs desperate to reach.
Sighing Selene brought her wrist to her mouth, yet before she could bite down Michael sniffed the air. "Selene-"
Further he could not go as two emerald green eyes nearly illuminated from the darkness of the hall.
"I am owed an explanation." He looked quickly to Selene whom dropped to her knees. "Forgiveness my lady. But I feared I needed Solm's help. I cannot Kill Michael-"
A snort as Emelia emerged from the hall in a death dealers suit. "And you wish Solm to do it?"
Michael looked at her uncomfortably and as the elder set eyes upon him of pure hatred he awkwardly dropped to one knee. "My lady.." She rolled her eyes a moment before turning her attention once more to Selene whom spoke.
"He is innocent, my lady. I can no longer bare to harm him, thus I wished to seek his sanctuary. With Solm at my side to ensure Viktor doesn't try to kill Michael..." At this the elder quirked a brow at as she hears her words. Sighing she traces Solm's dry body lines.
"Do you know the consequences for awakening him? He has no place in this world. William's breed is all but extinct." She nodded to the lycan. "I do not know why you ran, or why you cannot complete your task and gain your absolution. But I will have to consort Admiral Victoria Corvinus, and if you say, he is a Corvinus, chances are it'll be granted with a grudge of Viktor."
She now looked at Solm sighing again. "Fine, I'll awaken him, give him a heads up and you'll take it from there. I think he'll remember you. I brought his clothes." She looked in the hallway and Wesker marched in and promptly put a bag down next to the metal table where Solm now laid bare. He then nodded and walked back out not wishing to set eyes on the ancient vampire now laying on there.
Emelia concentrated, a tense silence between vampire elder, Death Dealer and human Lycan. She nodded and brought her hand to her wrist before slowly letting the red substance drip into his mouth. "I apologize to disturb your rest, elder. But things are as you said the would be. Dire, a hybrid is now leading the lycans. Our coven is diminished to forty men and Selene needs your guidance. Our world has changed. Pay heed to my memories and see how and what."
Emelia grew whiter and Micheal quickly grabbed a cloth from the sink to cover her wound. Snatching it from him after he didn't do it right she bound it herself.
"He now requires blood to strengthen to his full potential. My memories will inform him his strength as increased greatly..."
She opened the bag and began putting his stuff on a table followed by the two swords Michael gave her. Meanwhile Selene was punctuating holes in his shoulders in order to inject him with the blood through plastic tubes connected to blood bags from the fridge.
The elder now led both away from the operations room and back into the main room housing the interrogation chair in which Emelia comfortably sat Patiently eying Michael.