She silently stared at the red sky, she loved watching it turn blue as the sun would come up. In fact several paintings, works of art as some said, were the images of a approaching dawn. All of her men were down below. The perimeter being checked by humans. Silently did she listen to the crashing waves of the river. The sound of footsteps alerted her to a presence on deck. There was little sound of leather, so it wasn't one of her death dealers with a late report.
There was no sign or sound of grumbling. Not Wesker. A slow heartbeat. Vampire. She continued to watch the horizon as the presence situated himself next to her, leaning on the railing. Sighing deeply she recognized the scent that infiltrated her nostrils. The familiar scent of her father.
"Hello, Viktor." She didn't take her eyes off the horizon.
"It seems to be a very nice dawn today." His voice was calm and not recognizing the danger of the approaching dawn.
"Shouldn't you be down with Emelia discussing the new Coven with Marcus?" She could hear the creaking of leather, he shrugged.
"They can handle it. May I ask you something?" At this Amilia shrugged.
"You have my attention either way, Viktor."
Her hand gentle caressed the top of the railing. 'It was a beautifully build ship'.
"Is there a way I can make amends?"
She felt his piercing eyes on her. Normally this would have caused her to try and make herself as small as possible. Now, however, she was silently contemplating her response.
"It entirely depends on how much you mean it and how much you'll stay true to your words... Father."
She turned to stare at him, two pairs of eyes locked in silent combat. He nodded and looked at the horizon. His face was somehow lighter then usual. As Amilia watched the dockyard she realized they were both engulfed in sunlight. Watching her father stand there, a look of defiance up to the sun, made a small smirk rest on her lips.
"You were never one for rules. Not even the 'Vampires burn in sunlight' one." He looked at her, sneering as he did so.
"Oh? And what does that make you, my dear? My dearest daughter in crime." He uttered a hoarse chuckle.
Amilia laughed inwardly. "A thoughtful attempt at humor, Viktor."
Two immortals, eternally damned to live forever.
Yet for the first time did neither fear the day any longer.
As both eyed the horizon he could not help but wonder what the future would hold.
Inside a place far away from Budapest or the mansion did a single man scheme. His dreams of revenge shattered for the moment. It wasn't the first time he tasted defeat. It was just bitter sweet this time. Eternity was a long time. Allot could happen in that time...