Now the attention was drawn to the admiral herself as she gestured towards Micheal. "How long have you been infected with the virus?" Selene watched him ponder a moment before answering.
"Two nights, my lady." She inclined her head in his direction as acknowledgment. Viktor held his tongue but he was strongly disapproving that this meeting even took place. Selene, his daughter, would not find salvation in this dog's death... He pitied her for her mercy.
"Now then, Viktor!" She snapped him out of his desires to kill him now, behead him and be done with it.
"Yes, lady Corvinus?" He added a certain sarcasm to his words. If they didn't know his thoughts, they did now.
"Two days. How much blood can be shed in two days?" She folded her arm behind her back again and had her 'do not lie to me' look on.
He bowed obediently. "In two nights every vampire could die with Marcus' death." He said so calmly.
"Viktor, Marcus is a hybrid. I can feel his anger boil. I can sense his anger just like I can sense William's pain and loneliness. It was a lie, Viktor. Nothing more."
She turned to face Emelia. "Do you think, this two days old lycan can kill Marcus awake?" Emelia shook her head.
"Solm?" He shook his head as well.
Wesker leaned in the doorway, his eyes obscured by his sunglasses. "I think he looks harmless..."
"Then we are in agreement! He'll be granted sanctuary. Since everyone here is more experienced then him. He's harmless." Viktor shot her a protesting look but was answered with a sneer. Selene uttered a sigh of relief. Michael looked at Victoria.
"Um.. madam?"
She turned to face him."Yes?"
He licked his lips a moment not daring to look into her white blue eyes.
"Is Corvinus your real name?"
sighing at this of handed and completely random remark she uttered a irritated groan but answered regardless.
"Yes Michael. We are distant related. Anything else, grand cousin?" He shook his head, obviously bewildered by what he just heard.
He looked at Viktor and both shared a hateful look until Solm thoughtfully invited the three vampires and two immortals to a training session. Just so everyone could. 'develop their senses a bit and let off steam.' with reluctance did Viktor rip his eyesight of Michael and proceeded to follow Miloviec and Victoria down the steps to their training Dojo. Solm was nowhere to be seen but on the occasion a door slammed noting his presence.
"Okay, who would like to go first?" Miloviec grinned. "Hey Selene, how good are you in hand-to-hand sweetheart?" Selene simply glared at him and swung giving him only a second to dodge out of the way and leap into the middle of training area. Selene chased shortly after, the two sparred against each other for a good quarter hour, their punches nothing compared to the start, both of them tired and trying to still win.
"Oh yeah," Wesker grinned whilst avoiding a punch from Selene. "I forgot to inform you of the stakes, if you win. Nothing happens." He again avoided a punch. "And if I win, I get a kiss." He said so teasingly. What seemed a good idea to taunt at the time soon turned disastrous as Selene delivered an uppercut sending him home. Landing flat on his back he remained still a moment.
"Okay." He uttered a painful groan. "Okay, you win." Selene snorted and walked off the training mat. Solm looked at Emelia with a neutral expression. She looked back and replied with a slight blush. "Don't even think about it!" He eyed Viktor.
"You would rather face him? I've been in hibernation for the last millennium or so. Surely you'll win?" Emelia groaned.
"Oh, and Solm?" Wesker smirked. Solm merely looked at him.
"If you win, give her a long kiss." He laughed. Solm stared at him a minute before walking up the mat. Emelia, still dressed in a Death Dealers uniform clinging to her sides perfectly, took position opposite of him in a defensive pose. Solm calmly started his advance, turning his slow walking into a mind blowing speed as he lunged at the elder.
Emelia, having faced Solm about a few hundred years ago, was caught off guard by the now fully empowered Solm. His skill equaling close, very close indeed, to Viktor. She was knocked backwards into the cushioned wall.
Again Solm repeated this motion and Emelia rolled out of the way. Solm's fist hit nothing but air and feathered cushions. She delivered from her near prone position a kick to his mid section forcing him a few meters backwards, allowing Emelia to launch her counter offensive.
Solm was now on the defensive, blocking and enduring punch after punch delivered by the advancing elder, loosing considerable amounts of ground. Emelia placed a high aimed kick for his head, trying to leave no gaps as if she fought Viktor.
Solm bent backwards, let his knees buckle and rolled elegantly behind the elder standing up just to see her place that same kick to his chest dropping him to the ground a good ten meters backward on the mat. Emelia saw him trying to get up and spurted towards him trying to floor him just as he would get up or, hopefully, sooner.
She had no such luck, her opponent had indeed recovered balance to spin himself into the air with his arms and legs like a plank to land like a cat on his feet, ready for the spurting Emelia. Bracing himself shifting his weight to his front leg as the elder jumped like a cat on a bird, except the bird was nearly just as strong this time.
Solm placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place whilst he swung her over his shoulder onto the ground slamming the air out of the elders lungs. "Oof!" Emelia lay panting on the ground.
Letting out a sigh of relief Viktor eyed his age old companion.
"Hey Solm!" Wesker shouted. "You get the honor of kissing your opponent for her defeat."
He stared blackly at him a full minute catching his breath before looking down at the panting elder.
Emelia looked up at him with a glance realizing what he was about to do. She could feel her lips pull at the corners of her mouth as her eyes fell close. Solm was never one for rules. Only if a superior stated this. He looked at her with questioning look, Emelia must've been very dazed or Solm didn't see her face enough before leaning in and locking their lips causing a shutter to run through her spine as his tongue moved around hers like a snake.
Wesker smirked but got a death glare of Viktor. Yet, as much as he disapproved of it. He was inwardly laughing out loud. Miloviec, now trying to bottle up his emotions to keep a straight face was having as much trouble as Viktor. When Emelia felt their lips part she gasped for air staring at a empty face with feverish eyes twinkling with amusement.
"You just didn't..." Emelia began. Solm tilted his head before answering the way he always did.
"Unless you were oblivious just then, we both know the answer to that." He walked off the scene and vanished into the shadows leaving her stunned in the middle of the training area. Not only had Solm beaten her at his first shot at combat in half a millennium, he also seemed to take considerable pleasure in humiliating her.
She looked at Viktor who finally gave in and allowed himself a sneer. "That was entertaining." She rolled her eyes. "Perhaps you're just jealous, Viktor." He pulled a sarcastic face in amusement.
"I did not get defeated by one of the eldest of assassins under my cause. Jealous? Hardly, disappointed in your incompetent and reckless defeat? Perhaps." He turned on his heel and left.
"Oh Viktor?" The smooth voice of the admiral echoed through the room. "I think I'll choose my opponent now, the one about to walk out who is an elder." He looked back at her in a subtle irritated way.
"Are you challenging me? Very well." He stepped on to the training ground, drawing his sword. Emelia got up and left the training ground leaving her, Wesker, Selene and a few death dealers to watch. The first few minutes were quiet as the two encircled each other, one with his thin sword the other with her scimitar.
Then they flew at each other, Viktor spurting forwards shifting his weight to his forward leg and brought his sword up for the kill. Victoria spun around him, gracefully jumping aside bringing her blade with the blunt side towards Viktor's head. He dodged and swung with a powerful left arm to her ribs blowing the air out of her lungs as she sprung backward to avoid his sword.
Landing in a crouched position, Victoria's white blue eyes observed Viktor carefully as he lunged towards her. Viktor was sure he had her, yet instead of hitting the daughter of Alexander, he hit thin air. A singing sound made him duck as her blade flung over his shoulder passed his head.
Yet again did the tide change in her favor as the clang of swords rang through the hall.
Viktor was defending himself against his female rival, compelled to defeat her to prove her arrogance in challenging him to a duel. As Victoria's strikes started to become weaker he felt there was something very wrong with this picture. He was not tired out in the slightest. Suddenly her blade came down with such force it knocked him off balance and as she swiped her feet under his he tumbled to the ground.
1402 AD Castle Corvinus
He was suddenly staring into the cool eyes of his daughter as he lay knocked to the castle stairs, his head still fussy over what had just happened. She was begging him, yelling to him to call off the guards. Sonja, how could you do this? He again tried to fight back drawing a dagger and fend off the sword. Before he knew it he was disarmed by his own daughter. "Call off the guards for the sake of your grand child!" Sonja placed Viktor's hand of her abdomen. He couldn't believe it. It couldn't be!
"A miracle father! A miracle. A union of the blood lines!" This was too much for him her closed his eyes all his thoughts focused on the one thing he still had. He no longer had Sonja. But he still had her twin. In his grief he shouted the one name that came first in his mind. "Amilia!"
He opened his eyes, his cobalt ones locked with Sonja's surprised look. He regretted this.
He did not want his daughters to fight to the death. But he had no choice. Lucian, had given him no choice. Neither did Sonja.
A black figure soared over the walls knocking Sonja off Viktor whom immediately started to retrieve his sword. A figure in elite armor was battling Sonja, the two lady vampires locked in deadly, elegant combat. Twirling around each other nearly making it look like dancing. Viktor shouted of the top of his voice.
"Enough!"
He spurted between the two with his own sword knocking Sonja's blade out of her hands. Amilia backed off, sheathing her sword before standing in front of Lucien.
Whispering something then stepping towards Sonja, taking off her helmet revealing her fair hair that was combed into a ponytail behind her head. Her cobalt eyes locked with Sonja's. After what seemed like an eternity Sonja quietly spoke. "Why, sister? What did I do to sparkle so much anger for you to subdue me? Is it the tittle of heir I so carelessly threw at your feet?" Amilia's eyes didn't change. Only tears dropped from her cheeks. Viktor was certain these weren't from the rain.
"How can you see me like that, Sonja? I envied you, I wished the tittle of heir with all of my love with it to you." Her voice was sad, yet contained. "You see me as you see your father. You let that... Wolf manipulate you into thinking a life with him is better then here and for that you killed your own men."
Viktor looked to Sonja for a reaction but her face seemed stone as she watched her. "Is that all, Amilia? Is that the best insult and weak reason you can think off?" A loud smack was heard before Viktor could react his second daughter had slapped Sonja.
"Weak reasoning? How about Jason lying dead right there! Not three feet from you! How about Boggierd lying dead right there! Not four feet from you!" She motioned to each respective dead person on the ground speaking his name.
2000 Victoria's Mansion
Viktor was suddenly back in the room with a pair of white blue eyes staring at him. In mere seconds he flicked his wrists dropping his sword and grabbing two knives falling out of his sleeves. He lunged forward taking Victoria by surprise and subduing her with a knife to her throat. Her scimitar was laying somewhere behind her. "I shall take this as your final surrender, my lady?"