Selene was still silently taking note. "Emelia, I think you'll find the journal most interesting. Especially about half way where it starts describing yourself and Marcus' relation in her eyes." Tannis handed the book over with trembling hands.
"I think you'll keep your word better then I ever could." Nodding she took the notebook and stuffed in into one of her inside wider coat pockets.
Matthew was again walking around, watching his new comfortable monastery when he spotted something glowing in the wall. Looking inside he suddenly loaded his gun and pointed it at Tannis pulling the cloth away revealing his private UV production.
"Son of a bitch!, you treasonous son of a goddamn bitch! You produced those damn rounds. I should have know you weren't too low for this!"
Emelia eyed the glowing portion of the wall, her eyes emerald green as she shoved Tannis up a wall.
"How long?! How long are you in the business of killing your own kind?"
Tannis squinted. "I- I've done what was necessary to survive!" Emelia tightened her grip Tannis squinting out his answer.
"Three months! Just three months!" She threw him through the table.
"Three months too many!"
Watching him with a irritated look she sighed. "And here I thought this was going to be a pleasant conversation...How wrong it turned out I was." Selene and Matthew both cocked their guns.
"WAIT!"Tannis threw his hands in his face. "I.. I can contact her! I know where she is! I can help you!"
Emelia sighed and held her hand up. "Be quick about it."
Tannis groaned and got to his knees before motioning to a computer to far side of the room. Using the wall as support. Rolling her eyes she pulled him by his cloak and dragged him over.
"For god sake." He quickly tapped into his mail and started to type a message rather quickly sending it without even consorting Emelia. "What did you just send?" She snapped at him.
"N- nothing! J- just a trying to get a reply when you can meet her!"
Emelia snorted at this. Looking at Matthew he loaded his side arm with UV rounds and pointed his baretta at Tannis.
"One false move and I'll have your head for lunch, Tannis." He growled. Selene stood where she was. Her gaze cold as it was settled on the wall. Disbelief over her face. 'Amilia of Moldavia, Would she look like me?' She walked towards Tannis whom was groaning trying to get up from the wreck that was once a courteous table.
"What does she look like, Tannis?"
An irritated sigh could be heard as Emelia rolled her eyes.
"She's fair haired, presumably cobalt colored eyes and a slender figure." She summed it up as if it was nothing. "Tannis, I am afraid you outlived your usefulness." She nodded to Matthew whom pulled the trigger. Once, twice, three times as Andreas Tannis' corpse fell burning from the inside to the ground.
Victoria estate
Viktor sat in front of his fire place again. His arm chair remarkably more comfortable then his throne. The warmth of the room was unusual to him, he preferred the cold stone walls of his castle, or the crypt. Yet he had this room. Which suited him fine for now. A faint knocking on the door announced a visitor. "Enter." He spoke loud enough to hear himself echo through the room.
Kahn entered and he quickly looked at the empty chair at his side, Viktor glanced back at him before returning his gaze to the flickering flames. "Yes, Kahn?" He licked his lips. "Have you seem Selene my lord?" He shook his head. "I believe Emelia took her with her when she left." He spoke slowly trying hard to keep his voice neutral. He didn't know where she was, if Emelia wanted revenge. She would know no sweeter then to tell Selene what he had obscured from her for six centuries.
"Apologies, my lord." Kahn bowed and headed out again leaving Viktor alone again in his thoughts. 'When was it, William's capture?' He slowly sat back in his chair. Reliving those exact moments. She would never know. But she had made him proud that day.
1202 AD A village in Hungary
Four riders. All in front of their company of men. Two men, two women. All surveying the massacre at hand. "My god, brother what have you done?" Marcus' voice was clean in the wind. Viktor rode along side. A few meters ahead was Amilia, thinking up possible strategies he was sure.
"Yet again we arrive to witness this monster's aftermath. I will tolerate this no longer Marcus, your brother must be stopped! It ends tonight!" He spat these words out. This wolf had cost him half his men and half his people.
Amilia's voice was something of a rarity, she always was kept to herself. Not long after she was turned.
"If we continue this conversation, our work will become more difficult." Viktor fought back a smile. 'Never ordering or shouting. Never bickering or complaining. Only suggestive.' Emelia rode along side.
"Agreed, we must move quickly before they turn."
Viktor shouted back at his men, their horses trampling the snow.
"Burn the bodies! Search the outskirts!" Marcus was eying Amilia. And he saw it. 'Marcus was sensing something was wrong...'
"Marcus! Stay with me."
Marcus held in his horse as Amilia and her name carrier rode off with their men. Burning the villagers now dead. Emelia was surveying from her horse as Amilia was pacing more rapidly between bodies then the rest, quickly setting fire to them. Though, after that she quickly disappeared from view.
Viktor and Marcus were surveying from the top of the hill and Viktor could not hold back any longer. "I told you she would be an excellent asset did I not?" Marcus nodded slowly.
"Yes, yes you did. Though I cannot see what she can do that others cannot. But what I do see is a chasm being driven between you and her." Viktor looked away. 'How dare thee?' The words rang through his mind, his hands tensed as Marcus spoke again.
"Though that chasm will not affect you. Only her. I have seen her, when we escorted The human noble. I have seen her drive like no other. She doesn't retreat, Viktor. She fights until the bitter end. And it concerns me."
He snorted, 'As if she could fall.'
"She is more then capable, Marcus. I gave you my word did I not?" He was quick to ignore that he has literately begged for his daughter to be turned and spared.
"William is near, Viktor. He must not be harmed." A dangerous sidewards glance at him made him snap at Marcus.
"I gave you my word did I not?" He nodded. Suddenly a soldier was rushing towards them, a werewolf shortly behind him.
"They're turning!" As the werewolf jumped, a shuriken flew through the air and struck it perfectly in the head. As expected, Amilia jumped from a nearby building quickly retrieving it, nodding towards the hill and the soldier and running off again.
Both Marcus and Viktor were now in the thick of it, doing what they could to kill of the rabid werewolves. Both men on horses were vulnerable to any jumps on then. Quickly realizing this Viktor quickly adjusted his tactic accordingly.
"Amilia! Protect Marcus from the ground!" She was now on ground level, her longbow loosening deadly arrows on any visible target in sight. And there sure were many to keep her busy.
"Retreat to the woods!" Immediately Amilia began to tug Marcus on his boots.
"This way my lord!" reluctantly did the elder follow her. 'Yes, that's right. Let Emelia handle William.' he resumed fighting, driving his horse between his fighting foot soldiers in order to support both himself and the others. Quickly finishing any remaining wolves he and his men rushed to meet up with Emelia's men.
"William!" Emelia was sure busy, keeping William down, even with harmful methods was hard enough. He nearly broke free again. However Amilia spurted towards him, blade heaved. "Amilia, No!" Her blade hit the side of his skull and William fell to the floor. The mighty beast was quelled.
"Marcus!" He walked up to him, enraged that he could even care for this beast slaying his peasants paying tribute to him.
"He was not to be harmed! Place him in my charge as we agreed or you will pay for your deceit!" Amilia approached him from his right hand side but he shouted at her.
"Stay where you are! You're no better monster then him!" She stopped dead in her tracks and silently eyed her feet.
"And you will learn not speak to her like that! Your brother is completely out of control! It will be done my way!" He spat these words out at him, 'how dare he speak to his own progeny?' He glared daggers at him. If looks could kill, he would've killed him and himself in the process.
"What is thy will, my lord?" The words came reluctantly out of his mouth. The two stared at each other, amongst the death dealers loyal to Viktor. 'Be glad I do not force you down on your knees!' the thought slipped his mind. A amusing sight that would be.
Victoria's mansion
An amused smirk was playing across his lips. What a tool she had been. And what remarkable small amount of losses they had that day. Solm played his part well. Sighing he again began to gaze into the flames, imagining Sonja's face. How could his daughter betray him like that? How could she be with that animal. Though he would have spared her life, her... child... Made it too much to bear. Despite all her deeds, she broke the covenant.
It was something he had wondered, 'have I been too loose with her?' He knew when he had nearly zombified Amilia that he had gone too far. He nearly couldn't bear to see her any more. He wished he had granted her wish, that he had destroyed her suffering. It was here that he tried to make amends, making her Sonja's godmother upon Ilona's death.
He had tried to show compassion to her whilst trying to keep everyone from thinking that she was more then his most trusted. A mistake he regretted till the day. 'Why couldn't she just embrace what she had become?' Many questions were left unanswered with her disappearance. He had smirked at Kraven's remark. There was not a single lycan in that fortress older then Amilia or Lucien. He refused to hear his theory of her death. Kraven could have killed Lucien. Perfectly doable, but Lucien or any number of 'Half breeds' would never have been able to stop his daughter.
Lucien's den
He was pacing up and down his room, he had been a hybrid for two days yet he could feel a strange urge not to push it. He counted the time, one minute. Old habits calmed him down, it was always his old habits. His vendetta with Viktor was nearing it's end, he could sense it. 'Sonja, I shall avenge you.' His thought echoed through his head. And memories of the events and battle that ensured followed closely behind it.
Viktor's gurgle as he drove his blade through his throat. The retrieval of Sonja's pendant. The rising of the sun. Searching the castle for any remaining vampires. Stumbling upon Amilia's chambers. The slowness of the creaking door announcing his presence.
Amilia, he could not get her out of his head after she left. He wasn't sure if it was that he hated Viktor more or if it was that he saw, indeed, resemblance between the fair haired commander and his Sonja.
It was her eyes. Not her physical resemblance, or her mind. Her suffering got the best of him. He ordered his men to search on. He remembered sitting down with her, she flinched as he touched her neck. He remembered the incredible speed in which her hand had shot to her sword lying unsheathed on the table in front of her. Her eyes robbed of any emotion.
He remembered leaving the door open to ensure everyone would just walk on. And finding her there. He remembered her sudden disappearances until he found out that he and Sonja weren't the only ones knowing about the fallen chapel. He remembered being amazed by the amount of strength and grace this woman possessed as she fought imaginary werewolves. Clenching his teeth he remembered not too fondly of how quick she truly was to catch on someone's style of fighting. He, and no other, had seen her devastating effectiveness first hand as Sonja was loosing her ground.
Even though his vendetta lay with Viktor, he was angry with her. He had tried to beat her. But it was the only thing she didn't allow. To the day he wasn't sure if it were her choice or her reflexes to... Kick his ass. He was also completely acceptant of that. She had stood down when he had. He couldn't condemn her in his heart. Even though he saw little of Sonja's defiance in her, he saw a human. Not a vampire, he saw little of the arrogance one usually spots miles off in vampires.
He had caressed her as she cried in his arms when he was still a blacksmith.
The blacksmith workshop was filled with a woman's soft sobbing, Lucien had to take a few moments to let it sink in that he was actually holding Amilia in his arms. One of the most powerful death dealers alive. He had asked her about her family and if she had any. She had tried to compose herself a full minute before the barrier that held her bottled up emotions out broke and crumbled revealing her soft nature.
It was something of a revelation to him. Sonja was only ever cursing her name. A arrogant, self boosting, complaining bitch. Mostly the terms she would use. But this was as far from the truth as Sonja and Kraven. And they were far apart. And she told him. "Viktor... Viktor was my father. But history denied his daughter to be at his side."
"Why do you make yourself appear so cold to Sonja, when the only thing you truly need is a friend?" He spoke softly into her ears. Amilia, dressed in her usual ceremonial armor that glowed in gold because of the golden decorations made on her shoulder pads and chest plate. Her leather straps fell down to her shins and a dark green cloak was draped over her shoulders. Her two legendary swords hanging on each side of her hips. Shook her head on his shoulder.
"I make Viktor hold hope. Pride in who I am. That is everything I can take comfort in... I... I shouldn't talk like this!" She quickly started to rebuild the shield around her. Her tears stopped.
"No, Amilia. I can keep this secret." Silently they stood watching each other. Never breaking eye contact. Until at last she looked back towards the door, sensing a presence he knew so well. Sonja was on her way. If she discovers her... Amilia walked up to him and held him by the back of his neck, kissing him on the mouth. He was stunned, it was a passion he never saw in the death dealer commander.
As the door to his workshop opened and Sonja stormed in to meet him, Amilia had mysteriously disappeared. For how long he had thought of her as a sorcerer. It still put a smile on his face. Her dashing was always one of the many things that made her class unique.