Sancta Helena
They had received extra men throughout the entire day. At last the last of the men came, the one his daughter had come to love and hate at the same time. With a group of his men did Miloviec arrive at the modified cargo ship.
He now sat behind his desk, silently watching as the seven immortals entered through the door and silently proceeded to walk up the stairs. Six of them wore colors similar to the crest of Clan Corvinus. Blue and Grey. The last one stood out from the others, wearing more modern clothing he was dressed like a death dealer. His leather trench coat draped onto his feet and his sunglasses obscured his eyes.
The eight men were silent in the room. Standing up in a sigh he began to inspect the men that formerly served under him. A few of his best generals. He eyed the only female member of them, her officers coat Blue and her remaining garments Grey. "It has been a long time." Silently did the woman nod to him.
"It seems you've returned. I assume we will once again become one element?" The seven faces nodded in agreement. Wesker spoke up, his voice respectfully held low.
"We've agreed that it will be beneficial to both parties. Since we're out of our jobs right now, damn Viktor."
He nodded to Wesker. "Then let this be again a joyous day. A day where we reunite as friends and family." Agreed muttering could be heard throughout the room.
On deck two figures stood out in the night. One dressed in one of his father's coats. The other in armor plating. Flanked by four leather clad guards, paler then humans. Their eyes silently scanning the docks. Marcus spoke first after a rather lengthy silence between the both of them he found rather awkward. "I never thought you would sire vampires as you guards."
The female next to him shrugged, evidently not really bothered about it. "I'd think you would be comfortable amongst our kinsmen." She nodded to one of the men whom nodded in response and continued so scan the dockyard. Marcus had only met her about six days ago. He had planned to use his father in order to free William.
But the sharp mind that stopped him was not his father's. Rather a young looking woman who's horrible past surrounded her, to anyone whom knew the truth, with an aura of dread. Marcus had loved it and grinned at Viktor's behavior towards her after Sonja's birth. He had seen him nearly dreading her appearances in counsel meetings.
Yet nothing indicated in this woman that she had seen such times. Her features flawless despite the battles and destruction she had wrought. Her eyes now a white blue. When he had first seen her he had stood astonished. She now truly was a Corvinus. He was looking forward to Viktor's coming. The night was young and the moon nowhere near full. Lycans would also have a hard time to battle the nearly one hundred vampires spread in teams across the docks. 'No' he thought to himself, 'There would be no escape for Viktor. Or entrance for Lucien.'
The rush of transports could be heard. 'They have arrived.' Two black transport trucks pulled up revealing five forms each as the back doors opened. A Black jeep pulled up and three forms got out. 'This is all that remains of the once so powerful old world coven?' Three familiar figures were walking towards the docks. Two women in death dealer suits. One in a dusty purple and gold ordinated overcoat.
The night held it's breath, waiting. For better or worse, this would be the beginning of the end.
Emelia was walking next to Matthew and Selene. The five days had passed, fast. Thoughts shot through her mind like rapid fire. She has seen more then any mortal. She was more powerful then any woman ever could dream of. And now she would once again meet the forefather in what would seem the last confrontation with Viktor. Selene took Viktor's betrayal well. She was cold as usual. Matthew on the other hand was nervously glancing over his shoulders. He had done so for the time they were inside the dockyard.
What Emelia could remember about the blur of getting on the Sancta Helena was that it was a silent trip. No one knew what was going to happen, Viktor had killed Victoria. And now some foreign family shall try to avenge her. She hadn't many idea's or scenario's that could play out but as they entered the chambers into the heart of the ship her own heart missed a beat. The forefather of both the vampires and Lycans was sitting behind his desk, Marcus at his side.
And that is where her heart stopped. On the corner of the desk sat a fair hared woman. Her skin paler then any vampire she had ever seen and as beautiful as a goddess. Selene must've felt the same way. Both looked at Viktor, he had stopped in the middle of the room, his eyes widened and his face an expression of disbelief. The woman spoke one word to him, one word the rang through the entire ship and chilled the guests to the bone. Her voice a mix of sarcasm and faint sorrow.
"You."
Everyone was quiet. Not even the forefather spoke as there, not three feet from Emelia, stood Viktor's worst nightmare. Her armor replaced by a simple black long coat. Her glare fastened on him. he could not believe it at first. There, next to the forefather stood. 'Amilia of Moldavia.' Her presence a dreading turn for Viktor.
"I assume it is clear who sits in front of me?" Alexander's voice was patient. His gaze was set on Emelia. "I have been made aware of your recent misdeed, Viktor. I have tolerated much. But killing my daughter I something that is crossing the line." His head made a twitch barely visible but enough for Amilia. She spurted towards Viktor and grabbed him by the throat. What followed was a series of actions that changed the coven forever.
Emelia quickly lunged at Matthew in order to keep him from firing and at the same time save him by pushing him on the floor. "Stay here!" Viktor punched Amilia backwards forcing her to do her renowned somersault and, after he soft landing, pulled out two swords. Viktor responded by flicking his wrists and flashed out his two knives.
Grinningly Marcus threw off his coat and transformed into his hybrid form. Gaining two wings in the process. As he lunged at the despairing death dealers he was met with the fist of a all to familiar man. Finishing off the death dealers he now stood face to face with him. "Hello, Solm." He was unresponsive, his feverish light blue eyes silently taking note of him.
Amilia had spun through the air, blocking Viktor's attack expertly as she retaliated with her blades twirling about her, swinging arc after arc on her father. he fought hard against his daughter, and they were somehow equal. A loud shot echoed through the hall. The battle stopped. Gasping Amilia looked at Selene whom held her at gunpoint. Silver nitrate dripped from her healing wound. The black substance covering her coat.
Without warning did she lunge at Selene whist enduring more gunfire from the death dealer. Her sword flew through the air but collided with nothing but thin air as Viktor pulled her away and behind him, handing her his sword. Amilia stood there glaring at both of them.
Meanwhile Solm was trying to avoid getting impaled by Marcus' talons as he dodged time and time again. Drawing his swords he made a lunge for him and surprisingly cut through his wing leaving a screaming Marcus as he went after his former apprentice. Amilia was now defending herself against three elder vampires. Solm attempted to stab her quickly by striking at her weak points but got some news as she twirled backwards over his blade and jabbed her own swords into his chest. He groaned, though he remained standing after she punched him towards Marcus.
Viktor and Selene swung, both hitting thin air as Amilia started to dominate on her own. The female elder started to think Marcus was included as a formality. Dodging his blows and countering Selene's she began to beat them backwards, her strikes true and her powers beyond comparison. Emelia pulled Selene out of the fight lunging her towards the exit. "We're no match fool!"
It was here a scream ran through the ship. Marcus ripped Solm's head clean off. Alexander sat there staring at them sighing. "Enough Calene." She retreated to his side, sheathing her swords. "How many will die today Viktor? There is no one left to help you." Viktor only glared at him.
"How sadistic of you." He tsked. "To turn one of my daughters against me." A sly smile ran across the forefather's face.
"Karma is a bitch sometimes." He stood up and walked towards Viktor and Emelia. He stood there, simply staring him down.
"This is the price for murdering my daughter, Viktor. your death dealers slain. Yet, a reunion with your daughter you so missed." Viktor let his gaze linger on the form sitting on the desk. Then to Marcus.
"I didn't think I would ever be thankful to you again, father. For bringing this wrenched thing to an end."
He eyed Marcus. "Careful, boy, I saved your life by aiding you capture William."
Emelia whispered to Matthew. "Wait outside would you?"
Matthew walked towards the door and left the room. Leaving Emelia, Selene and Viktor with the Corvinus Family. Amilia spoke, her voice again echoing through the hall as she utters her rarely exposed thoughts.
"Perhaps we can come to a mutual agreement. After all, wouldn't that stand bad in the books, me killing my father."
The eyes now turned to her as she waited patiently to read both elders.
"It is obvious we could annihilate the vampires here once and for all. But who are we to end the bloodline, Lorenz?"
Alexander nodded at this and, with some reluctance, did Marcus turn back to his human form.
"We have been like this for centuries, Amilia. How do you expect us to change?" The female elder quirked her eyebrow at the idea. Viktor would surely start to gather power again.
"One: you have no power. Any of the hundreds of death dealers in the old word coven are death but two.
Two: My death dealer vampires count about a few hundred throughout Europe. Under My command.
And three, Marcus matches Viktor. He'll deal with it should he ever try something."
Viktor stood silenced. His daughter's voice echoing through his mind as he regarded the wisdom in her voice.
"And what of the chain? We cannot be awakened by Marcus' blood. He is a hybrid." She shrugged.
"I can awake you anyhow if you refuse Marcus' blood." Viktor relaxed at this statement, sighing in defeat. He eyed Emelia whom was holding Selene back.
"Thank you, for saving her life. Likely for the best. Now then. How do we handle Lucien? He is still responsible for the capture of the descendants."
Amilia snarled at this her head looking away. Something Viktor did when he was displeased.
"Oh please. I have a hundred vampires outside in the docks and another few hundred spread through the old world followed by two hundred and fifty in the new world coven. I am sure we can come to some conclusion."
Viktor eyed Marcus then turned to Selene. She seemed to glare at him with some hate. "What is it my dear?" Selene's lips trembled as she spoke.
"It wasn't the lycans... It was you..."
An awkward silence ensured as the two simply stared at each other. He suddenly glared at Emelia.
"I should have know you wanted revenge because of what I did." His eyes were ripped away from her as he turned back to Selene.
"How could you bare my trust... Knowing you killed my family?" Selene's eyes were gathering water as she spoke her words.
Amilia looked away and sighed. Viktor, on the other hand, kept his cobalt eyes fastened on Selene. "Yes... I have taken from you... But I have given so much more. Is it not a fair trade the life I granted you, the gift of immortality?"
Selene shook her head gently as she her gaze lingered on the daughter sitting on the desk. "And Amilia? Or Sonja? Your own flesh and blood?" Viktor snarled and looked away. Her gaze captured by Amilia whom was calmly watching him.
"Only look at me if you want to tell the truth but can't." Her words were... Comforting somehow. She had not forgotten that he gifted her. He silently closed his eyes and nodded to her.
"Tell her."
Selene eyed her predecessor. The legendary death dealer only spoke of in dread.
"Long before your time did we hunt a beast. A former brother that was molded by a rabid dog. William. We hunted him. Marcus, Emelia, Viktor... Me. We hunted him for six centuries. Battling to contain him and find a cure."
She sighed and looked at Viktor whom bowed his head and eyed the ground before keeping his eye on Marcus.
"When we finally got him, we decided that the risk was too great. We locked him away in a safe location. Far from Marcus." Selene still trembled somewhat and Emelia held a comforting arm around her shoulder as the elder vampire on the desk continued to speak, breathing from time to time.
"We domesticated some of the werewolves to guard us during the day. And thus was Lucien born. The first of the lycans. I was there, funny enough. Little did I know how we were digging our own grave. We lived like this for two centuries. Lycan as slave, vampire as slave trader."
As Selene looked at Viktor, he did nothing but share sympathy with Amilia as she sighed. Alexander patiently waited in the corner of the room, his eyes set on the one sitting on the desk.
"Lucien was born around the same time as Sonja a few months later, the two shared mutual feelings that, yes Viktor, I immediately started to notice." Viktor closed his eyes, looking at the ground.
"I was Sonja's Godmother back then, and commander of the death dealers. A century later she had a seat at the counsel. Though she was rarely present during meetings. It was something of a knack for being out when you want her to be inside the walls." Viktor's eyes shot up a moment as he quickly interrupted Amilia.
"Do not forget her fondness for putting those beasts out of their misery." She nodded at him. "I'm getting to that." She coughed a moment before straightening her coat.
"As I was saying, Sonja shared many traits with you. Her fun in killing these beasts that were wolves was almost insulting. Though, I suspect she was like you. Confident of victory."
The fair hared vampire looked at Alexander a moment. "Lorenz, do we have something to drink in here?" Sighing did he walk to a nearby cabinet and produced a bottle of whiskey. He poured her a glass and she bowed her head a moment at him. Drinking she continued.
"Lucien and Sonja were in love. However as the pair tried to run away. Viktor stopped them, first Lucien by his death dealers... Then Viktor was bested by Sonja. She proclaimed to be pregnant with a child of both bloodlines. Seeing I was still loyal to him." She took another sip of whiskey, swirling the fluid in the glass calmly as she swallowed and continued.
"I battled Sonja to ensure she would not kill Viktor, my father. Her rather idiotic display was rather... Fatal to her. With so many witnesses, we had no choice, Lucien got whipped until he fell to the ground." She nervously looked at Viktor then took another breath as he eyed her sadly.
"Sonja was to watch him for breaking the covenant. And later Lucien would watch her burn in sunlight."
Sighing she adjusted her pose on the desk, shifting one leg over the edge so she sat with one half of her body on the desk. "Of course this didn't fit well with Lucien and he started a war. A war against all vampires." Viktor looked at her as he was almost gasping for breath.
"And until this day have I regretted leaving you to him after we were beaten out of the castle."
Amilia shrugged. "Well, we're all sorry about something Viktor. Now, where was I?"
Viktor held up his hand.
"After this I had to dispatch everyone that knew the location of William's prison. That, unfortunately, included your family, Selene. I did what was necessary to protect the world from William. Nothing more." He sighed looking at Amilia whom bowed her head and drained the last of her whiskey.
"It's almost dawn. I'm going to get my forces in for shelter." She walked out. Viktor followed her every movement. Stopping before Marcus, she eyed his bare chest a moment. "Put some clothes on will you?" And proceeded to walk out of the door, leaving it open. Selene looked at Alexander a moment before he spoke.
"As you can see, Selene. You can handle your problems on your own. Now, out you go." They all walked out of the door. Matthew was waiting outside as ordered. "Took your sweet time?"
Whilst grunting in annoyance Viktor walked down the hallway and ascended the stairs to the main deck.