The Enemy of my Enemy is my...Enemy?
"More!" She growled out, shifting her head back to laugh throatily as the bitch tore at her flesh. You couldn't dig out silver nitrate though. Amelia's eyes gleamed like emeralds in the darkness as she narrowed them at her quarry. "Not one is to escape!" The Death Dealers crept through the sewer lines and Amelia personally escorted them this fine evening through the wretched stench of waste. It was nothing compared to the stench of a small pack of Lycan. Poor wretched beasts, the only peace I can bring you now is death.
"Finish this and be done with it. I do not rejoice in this." Well, perhaps a little more now, since her betrayal. Perhaps enough to feel avenged for the evening and have her anger satiated. An anger which fanned the flames of a war that she inherited. Not from Viktor, no, but from her wretched cousins themselves. From Raze. From Lucian. May the devil hold their souls in eternal fires. Beta team moved forward stealthily, like insurgents slinking through dense jungle lands. The first team had already advanced through the murky sluggish waste flowing through the trench and rounded the corner.
"Their turning!" Yelled out a Death Dealer on the front line.
Amelia smirked knowingly. "Of course they are, they can't help it." Her voice dripped with contempt like water off an icicle. The full moon held her lesser cousins under its curse tonight. That was the secondary point of the raid.
Her head turned back to the tertiary knight at her back and she nodded curtly only once. He understood. Perfectly. The new weapon was no heavier then one of their disk shaped explosives. There would be no explosion. Just the hiss of a substance sprayed into the air. The surrounding walls trapped the remaining few lycan in like roaches about to be fumigated. Silver.
His hand froze just as it extended to place to device down. Amelia's head snapped forward. Something was wrong. The scent carried on the air was of decay and death, blood and flesh. Vampire blood and Lycan blood. Their flesh. The lycan that was about to carve a Death Dealer down the middle with his sharp claws froze as Matayas' sword swooped down at a lycan head only to brake just as it touched the grayish skin where it was thinnest.
" Szerencsétlen alak, what have you done?" Amelia accused with piercing eyes at her filthy lycan cousins who looked at her with similar mistrust. The screech echoing through the sewers as it bounced along the encapsulating walls was followed by automatic firepower from her Death Dealers. The rat-tat-tat of gunfire was nearly deafening to their sensitive ears . Anguished surprised hollers of pain tore through the claustrophobic space that tunneled forward, the length of a train. A train. The flashback sent her mind reeling for only a moment. And then there was nothing. Only silence. Seconds ticked away in the dark. Only the heavy breathing of vampires and lycan could be heard above the din of the sluggish waters flowing passed their feet like the Styx. Amelia's eyes slowly slid sideways to Matayas before both sides of the Corvinus clan exchanged looks with the other. Glances that spoke of confusion.
A single body, bloodied and with a gaping wound in his neck swayed toward them. Death Dealer. "FALL BACK!" He croaked out like a bull frog.
"You will do no such thing." She commanded crisply, not needing to lift her voice to be heard. "What is it?" Weaving in between her knights and the Death Dealers she came to the front line with Matayas and Thasos flanking each side.
His voice became clearer as his shredded voice box healed slowly. "I don't know what they-"
The screeches turned both vampire and lycan heads toward the dark of the corner as shadows slinked around them. Amelia saw the strategy as clear as the movements of pawns on a chessboard. "Reinforce the exit!" She hollered out as she turned to Delta Team bringing up the rear. When she whipped back, emerald eyes grew wide as she was faced with a swarm of Darwinism gone awry. "Fire!" Not knowing what they were, she couldn't afford to have the Death Dealers hold their fire until the monsters were closer. Hell's minions kept coming. The Corvinus Clans kept fighting them.
There were no winners.
"Finish this and be done with it. I do not rejoice in this." Well, perhaps a little more now, since her betrayal. Perhaps enough to feel avenged for the evening and have her anger satiated. An anger which fanned the flames of a war that she inherited. Not from Viktor, no, but from her wretched cousins themselves. From Raze. From Lucian. May the devil hold their souls in eternal fires. Beta team moved forward stealthily, like insurgents slinking through dense jungle lands. The first team had already advanced through the murky sluggish waste flowing through the trench and rounded the corner.
"Their turning!" Yelled out a Death Dealer on the front line.
Amelia smirked knowingly. "Of course they are, they can't help it." Her voice dripped with contempt like water off an icicle. The full moon held her lesser cousins under its curse tonight. That was the secondary point of the raid.
Her head turned back to the tertiary knight at her back and she nodded curtly only once. He understood. Perfectly. The new weapon was no heavier then one of their disk shaped explosives. There would be no explosion. Just the hiss of a substance sprayed into the air. The surrounding walls trapped the remaining few lycan in like roaches about to be fumigated. Silver.
His hand froze just as it extended to place to device down. Amelia's head snapped forward. Something was wrong. The scent carried on the air was of decay and death, blood and flesh. Vampire blood and Lycan blood. Their flesh. The lycan that was about to carve a Death Dealer down the middle with his sharp claws froze as Matayas' sword swooped down at a lycan head only to brake just as it touched the grayish skin where it was thinnest.
" Szerencsétlen alak, what have you done?" Amelia accused with piercing eyes at her filthy lycan cousins who looked at her with similar mistrust. The screech echoing through the sewers as it bounced along the encapsulating walls was followed by automatic firepower from her Death Dealers. The rat-tat-tat of gunfire was nearly deafening to their sensitive ears . Anguished surprised hollers of pain tore through the claustrophobic space that tunneled forward, the length of a train. A train. The flashback sent her mind reeling for only a moment. And then there was nothing. Only silence. Seconds ticked away in the dark. Only the heavy breathing of vampires and lycan could be heard above the din of the sluggish waters flowing passed their feet like the Styx. Amelia's eyes slowly slid sideways to Matayas before both sides of the Corvinus clan exchanged looks with the other. Glances that spoke of confusion.
A single body, bloodied and with a gaping wound in his neck swayed toward them. Death Dealer. "FALL BACK!" He croaked out like a bull frog.
"You will do no such thing." She commanded crisply, not needing to lift her voice to be heard. "What is it?" Weaving in between her knights and the Death Dealers she came to the front line with Matayas and Thasos flanking each side.
His voice became clearer as his shredded voice box healed slowly. "I don't know what they-"
The screeches turned both vampire and lycan heads toward the dark of the corner as shadows slinked around them. Amelia saw the strategy as clear as the movements of pawns on a chessboard. "Reinforce the exit!" She hollered out as she turned to Delta Team bringing up the rear. When she whipped back, emerald eyes grew wide as she was faced with a swarm of Darwinism gone awry. "Fire!" Not knowing what they were, she couldn't afford to have the Death Dealers hold their fire until the monsters were closer. Hell's minions kept coming. The Corvinus Clans kept fighting them.
There were no winners.