Disbelief
He was worried to the point of not feeding, in fact he hadn't fed since he'd heard the news.
The Spaniard had heard of Amelia's death, it'd been a devistating blow to his own house and those vampire's in Spain whom lived under his protection. He'd been trying to leave to venture back to Ordoghaz to ensure Marcus' safety and more importantly, to make sure Viktor's rest was undistrubed.
But ever since the upheaval, Phoenix could never find the time to leave and it was slowly killing him not knowing about Viktor's fate! Rumors were spreading like wild fire! Rumors of Marcus' awakening, of Viktor's awaking, Kraven's betrayal!
Phoenix ground his fangs together, Kraven would pay for this! Then came more rediculous rumors, stories of Kraven's continued existance! Of Soren - SOREN'S - involement in the betrayal against the vampires! Phoenix still couldn't believe his long time friend would stoop so low to the likes of Kraven!
Then the worst news ever came filtering down to Spain.
Almost two long weeks since he'd recieved word that Viktor had been stuck down! By Lucian! Two agonzing weeks of no communications from Ordoghaz! Now everytime he tried calling, he couldn't get through, it was tearing the vampire apart. It'd already been a hundred years since he'd seen his lover and he'd been waiting the next hundred years to be able to see the elder again, but now...
Phoenix's blood boiled for death! Two deaths for that matter. Lucain's and Kraven's!
Now the Spainard was back in Hungary, his mind clouded by pain and grief that his lover might be dead! Killed by a lycan whom was suppose to have been dead already for over six hundred years! Phoenix's soul cried out for vengance as he drove to the mansion, he would kill the betrayer first then he would hunt down and slowly kill the lycan cur! The Spanaird noble had brought with him his best death dealers, together they would see this task done.
Then and only when both Kraven and Lucian were dead would Phoenix allow himself the time to mourn his lover's death.
So when Phoenix pulled up to the gates of the mansion, the vampire simply stared in utter disbelief as he exited the car and just stood looking at the destruction of the mansion. The Spaniard was at a complete loss of words! Viktor's house was in ruins! What had happened here! Where were the vampires! Where were the death dealers! Where was Marcus!
Phoenix clenched his hands so tight they ached, he would have answers and he would have blood! The vampire passed through the runied wall of the mansion, searching, seeing the remains of dead and broken vampires in the rubble. The Spaniard's heart was bleeding as he and his death dealers roamed the empty part of the mansion until they came across the tunnels.
Phoenix just about sagged in relief, the vampires were still alive. He roamed the wounded and searched for the faces he knew. The spaniard sadly trudged onwards, not finding a familar face. Until he spied a vagualy familar vampire. The noble born approached the death dealer, his mind trying to recall the man's name.
"You! Death dealer!" Phoenix called to the man with the curly hair and blue eyes. It wasn't until the warrior turned to look at him did Phoenix remember who he was. Kraven's offspring! The vampire turned cold as he approached the man, his hands twiching for his own weapons. He would wait before passing judgement upon the this child, after all not all vampires had been tained by Kraven's touch and Phoenix had spared this one long ago because he had proved his worth.
"Nathaniel, what has happened here." he commanded the lesser vampire as he stood tall, pulling his face of indifferance around him like a shield, should he have to strike this vampire down to avenge Viktor's death.
The Spaniard had heard of Amelia's death, it'd been a devistating blow to his own house and those vampire's in Spain whom lived under his protection. He'd been trying to leave to venture back to Ordoghaz to ensure Marcus' safety and more importantly, to make sure Viktor's rest was undistrubed.
But ever since the upheaval, Phoenix could never find the time to leave and it was slowly killing him not knowing about Viktor's fate! Rumors were spreading like wild fire! Rumors of Marcus' awakening, of Viktor's awaking, Kraven's betrayal!
Phoenix ground his fangs together, Kraven would pay for this! Then came more rediculous rumors, stories of Kraven's continued existance! Of Soren - SOREN'S - involement in the betrayal against the vampires! Phoenix still couldn't believe his long time friend would stoop so low to the likes of Kraven!
Then the worst news ever came filtering down to Spain.
Almost two long weeks since he'd recieved word that Viktor had been stuck down! By Lucian! Two agonzing weeks of no communications from Ordoghaz! Now everytime he tried calling, he couldn't get through, it was tearing the vampire apart. It'd already been a hundred years since he'd seen his lover and he'd been waiting the next hundred years to be able to see the elder again, but now...
Phoenix's blood boiled for death! Two deaths for that matter. Lucain's and Kraven's!
Now the Spainard was back in Hungary, his mind clouded by pain and grief that his lover might be dead! Killed by a lycan whom was suppose to have been dead already for over six hundred years! Phoenix's soul cried out for vengance as he drove to the mansion, he would kill the betrayer first then he would hunt down and slowly kill the lycan cur! The Spanaird noble had brought with him his best death dealers, together they would see this task done.
Then and only when both Kraven and Lucian were dead would Phoenix allow himself the time to mourn his lover's death.
So when Phoenix pulled up to the gates of the mansion, the vampire simply stared in utter disbelief as he exited the car and just stood looking at the destruction of the mansion. The Spaniard was at a complete loss of words! Viktor's house was in ruins! What had happened here! Where were the vampires! Where were the death dealers! Where was Marcus!
Phoenix clenched his hands so tight they ached, he would have answers and he would have blood! The vampire passed through the runied wall of the mansion, searching, seeing the remains of dead and broken vampires in the rubble. The Spaniard's heart was bleeding as he and his death dealers roamed the empty part of the mansion until they came across the tunnels.
Phoenix just about sagged in relief, the vampires were still alive. He roamed the wounded and searched for the faces he knew. The spaniard sadly trudged onwards, not finding a familar face. Until he spied a vagualy familar vampire. The noble born approached the death dealer, his mind trying to recall the man's name.
"You! Death dealer!" Phoenix called to the man with the curly hair and blue eyes. It wasn't until the warrior turned to look at him did Phoenix remember who he was. Kraven's offspring! The vampire turned cold as he approached the man, his hands twiching for his own weapons. He would wait before passing judgement upon the this child, after all not all vampires had been tained by Kraven's touch and Phoenix had spared this one long ago because he had proved his worth.
"Nathaniel, what has happened here." he commanded the lesser vampire as he stood tall, pulling his face of indifferance around him like a shield, should he have to strike this vampire down to avenge Viktor's death.