Chapter 2: Chapter 2

"Are you in or out?"

"I'm in."

"Then you can already pay!"

'Predictable.' Brick thought as he watched the lycan money being swept by the colleague who was practically smiling from ear to ear for his poker win.

This den area was much drier and less dirty, one of the few places where they could do casual things or just relax outside their makeshift quarters. Brick just preferred to sit and watch the poker game while enjoying his coffee cup.

"So, are you going to join this one?" The lycan with the most notes asked the other three with a mean and confident expression.

"I would look more closely, I am sure he is counting the cards or tricking the system." Brick commented casually as he sipped his coffee.

The comment earned him a sharp look from the lycan, which was soon replaced by an apprehensive look when he saw that his three playmates were considering this, which raised a shitty smile on Brick's lips.

"Think about it, guys. Luck is not something very present, she usually goes out to buy cigarettes and never comes back." He spoke as he took another sip of his coffee, smiling even more when the four playing seemed to be about to punch each other.

Brick diverted his attention from his little personal entertainment when he noticed the two lycans in their police uniforms passing by. Deciding to have a business update, he got up and followed them to the arsenal area where Raze was waiting.

"So, what did you get?" Raze asked, looking briefly at the place where Brick was standing at the door before turning his attention back to them.

"Not much. We went to the hospital where he works, but he was already gone when we arrived." Pierce replied, much to Raze's displeasure.

"But the employee we questioned gave us this." Taylor took a paper out of his pocket and handed it to Raze. "An address. Apartment number, block, it's all there."

"Good…." Raze spoke pleased, looking at the information on the paper. "That's all for now, you two can go."

The two nodded before leaving. Passing by Brick, who gave them a small nod before entering the room and approaching Raze.

"Although I don't like their methods, ice brains are really efficient when it takes." Brick said, drinking his coffee and glancing at the paper.

"Are you going after him?"

"No. This is out of my hands." Raze replied, leaving the paper on the table and going to the gun closet.

"I thought this is your job, bro." Brick said, raising an eyebrow.

"It was my job. Lucian decided to take care of it personally, the address is for him."

"Well, boss orders are boss orders." Brick shrugged, turning to leave.

"I hope you have lined up the men." Raze said, Making Brick stop and give the bigger lycan a confused look.

"Hah?"

"Lucian said you should choose some men and then go see him." Raze replied, although that only added to Brick's confusion.

"I thought we're out of the case after the subway mess. With Trix being killed, the both of us being shot, stabbed and all that charming stuff."

"Only I was 'taken out of the case' as you say." He took a tactical belt and a desert eagle, placing it on the table. "Arm yourself and choose someone from the den. I'm sure everyone will be more than happy to go if there is a fight happening."

"I think he is expecting some trouble if he's asking me to take some pair of extra claws." Brick commented as he took the paper with the address and put on his belt, fastening the gun in the holster.

"After the last incident, I don't think he wants to risk another escape."

"I wouldn't risk either." Brick looked briefly at Raze when he finished putting the gun, almost feeling bad for the bigger lycan.

"Are you going to be okay bro? I hope you're not all sad because you were left out of the party."

Raze's response to that was to pick up a 12-gauge Mossberg 500 Cruiser shotgun and throw it roughly at Brick, who held the gun and saw that it was loaded with UV.

"Just don't screw it up." Raze spoke in an intonation that said 'I'm going to kick your ass if you screw it up.'

"No promises." Brick said, smiling a little as he discarded the empty cup and grabbed a jacket from the arsenal before leaving.

As he passed the den wearing his jacket and giving the gun one last check, he noticed that the four Lycans were still arguing and by now they would be fighting in their wolf forms if it weren't for Lucian's prohibitions.

"Hey, three stooges." Brick called to them, whistling when they ignored it and finally drawing attention. "Get ready, we will put all this nerve in a real fight."

...

The six lycans looked at the five-story apartment building from the top of a neighboring building they were in. Lucian looked at the place with a serious and focused expression, his eyes attentive to every detail. Brick was doing the same, although in a different way than the lycan leader.

"He doesn't care much about stewardship, huh? Looks like an apartment I had in Miami." Brick said, looking at the building.

"Gabriel… just stay alert and ready." Lucian sighing. "I will not allow any more mistakes or failures, we will succeed tonight."

"Relax boss. Me and the three musketeers here are going to make sure our guest comes with us nice and easy." Brick said, gesturing to the four lycans.

"Good."

"Do you know if he's already here?" Brick asked, looking for Michael's scent nearby.

"No, not yet. But…." Lucian closed his eyes briefly, inhaling the air. His dominion over his heightened senses allowing him to feel the familiar presence of his nocturnal enemies.

"We have some... unwanted company."

Brick raised an eyebrow in confusion, which was replaced by a mental slap when he recognized the scent he had previously smelled on the subway, the smell of that female death dealer with eyes so dead as his.

"Bloods!" One of the four lycans snarled, spitting when his face elongated briefly in a more wolfish appearance before returning to normal.

Yeah, guys, showtime." Brick said, cocking the shotgun he had in hand.

With that the four lycans roared when their bodies grew to the point of tearing their clothes when they change to their wolf forms, jumping into the building and climbing with his claws. Brick give Lucian a curious look when he saw that the older lycan didn't look like he was going to interfere.

"So... let's go?"

"I assumed you would prefer to take care of this alone since I know you love a fair match." Lucian said, giving a small smile of fun.

"Yeah, sure. But what are you going to do meanwhile?" Brick asked.

"Wait." Lucian answered casually, looking at the building when several feral roars sounded from inside.

"Then enjoy the show." Brick spoke, falling down to his feet before he started running into the building.

Brick went to the elevator, pressing the button and keeping the shotgun high and his senses alert when the elevator started to go up to the fifth floor.

He could feel the death dealer smell invading his senses like a plague. This added to the sounds of gunshots and the memory of their first meeting, was a clear indication that she was not the ordinary less death dealer he usually faced. The prospect of facing someone skilled after so long was enough to put a smile on his face.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he was greeted by the death dealer standing right in front of the elevator door, guns raised and firing in the direction of the corridor. As soon as the last lycan fell to the ground, she turned just in time to see Brick about to shoot her in the head with the shotgun.

In response to this, the death dealer grabbed the barrel of the shotgun and forced Brick to aim upwards, creating a hole in the ceiling when the lycan suddenly fired the gun. She tried to aim her automatic Beretta at Brick's head, but he hit the gun from her hand and pushed hard enough to send her flying against the wall.

The vampiress let out a small low hiss of pain, which she quickly suppressed when Brick tried to shoot her again with the shotgun. Due to the short distance between them, she was able to hold the gun again and force the butt of the gun to hit Brick hard in the head several times, causing the lycan to growl in anger.

In retaliation he pushed her back against the wall, keeping her trapped above the ground with the gun pressed against her. The death dealer, not giving up, wrapped her thighs around his waist and turned, sending the lycan to the floor. She pushed the shotgun away and pulled out her other Beretta, rising over Brick and pressing the barrel of the gun to his forehead.

"That was an interesting move." Brick scoffed, smirking despite his handicap.

His comment only served as an extra motivation for the death dealer to pull the trigger and fill the lycan's skull with bullets. She was about to shoot, until the elevator door opened and caught their attention.

A young man with dirty blond hair stepped out of the elevator, looking at the bodies now naked in the corridor and then at the two immortal opponents with a look of fear and shock. The vampiress narrowed her eyes at the young human, her focus now away from the lycan who noticed the window of opportunity.

'Right in time.' Brick thought, hitting the death dealer on the head with a knee strike, knocking her down and return to his feet.

He was about to reach Michael and knock him out, but the death dealer kicked Brick in the heel, causing him to fall to the floor. She quickly got back to her feet, but before she could do anything, the lycan got up kicking her out of the way. As soon as he stood up, she tried to hit him in the face, but Brick grabbed his wrist before hitting her with a punch and throws her against the wall.

Michael, who was already scared and confused enough, took advantage of the empathy between the two immortals to hurry back to the elevator. He desperately pressed the button on the ground floor button, breathing heavily through his nerves.

'Damn it!' Brick thought, but his line of reasoning was interrupted when the vampire hit him with an uppercut from the palm of his hand, followed by a punch that drove him away.

He tried to fight back, but he only managed to create a crack in the wall when she dodged. He tried again, but she just ducked and his fist sank into the wooden wall. Letting out a frustrated roar, he pulled the fist out of the wood with a backhand aimed at the vampire's head, but she grabbed and spun his fist, throwing the lycan over her shoulder.

Brick's eyes widened when he felt himself being lifted off the ground, before he flew violently against the door of one of the apartments that collapsed on impact. This, however, was momentary, as he started to get up with his hand on the gun holster.

"Not bad, but you will need to do better if you want…." He didn't finish speaking. Because when he stood up, he saw that the death dealer had already picked up the berettas and was aiming on him.

'Shit'

Brick threw himself aside as the vampire pulled the trigger. Although he saved himself from three shots that would have caught him in the chest and head, he was unable to avoid the four shots that hit the side of the abdomen and the right shoulder.

"Fuck!" He roared in pain as he fell to the ground, holding the wounds that burned by the presence of silver.

Despite the throbbing pain of his wounds, Brick forced himself to remove the desert eagle and shoot through the wall in hopes of hitting the vampiress, who got out of the way of the lycan bullets that went through the wall.

When the death dealer gave no sign that she was going to go through the door to finish him off, he lowered the now empty gun and just sank to the floor.

"It hurts, you know?! Literally burns like hell If you believe one or whatever! Fuck…." He cried out in pain and frustration, tearing at his shirt and taking a look at his injured abdomen.

The silver bullets was simply too much to remove manually and the pain was not helping. In fact, younger lycans would have already died with that amount of silver inside their bodies, but due to Brick's age, he could take it. Although it still caused him a lot of pain.

He closed his eyes, visualizing the muscles and objects lodged in it, his pain being channeled into a bestial rage that brought out lesser characteristics of his wolf form: eyes changing to their cloudy deep blue color and teeth growing in sharp animal canines.

All lycans have developed a tolerance for silver over the centuries they have spent fighting death dealers, as well as more control over the change. But Brick was one of the few who worked hard to learn the skill that was about to serve him well right in time.

The injured lycan used all his concentration to visualize his muscles pushing the bullets out of the holes. The sensation of sore muscle tissue moving and something burning going up through the skin was a sign that it was working, but it was still quite painful, even for someone like him who was already used to pain and the process of expelling strange objects.

As the bullets bounced out of Brick's body, he could hear several shots puncturing the wooden floor in the hall. He didn't understand what the vampiress was doing and he honestly didn't care, as his focus was on just expelling the bullets that were slowly rising and jumping out of his body.

As soon as the last bullet jumped, a piece of the corridor floor seemed to collapse and he clearly heard hurried footsteps running down the floor. 'You played well, bloodrayne.' He thought, getting up slowly.

Although the bullets were not in his body, the wounds would still take time to heal due to the presence of the silver now removed. But now, he could solve it the way he liked it: violently and quite aggressive.

He then let his anger spread through his body. With the silver totally off him, he was feeling his body work the way he wanted it when his bones started to crack and his muscles grew in greater proportion, tearing his clothes and revealing a body with grey hair. Brick's face lengthened until it formed a short snout and his nails grew in claws sharper than many blades.

The lycan now fully transformed into his wolf form, let out a furious roar that echoed throughout the building. His mind was now filled with aggression and the need to hunt down the responsible for his wounds. Brick's now-peaked senses allowed him to smell the vampire's scent moving out of the building.

Brick ran furiously into the hole in the hall window, seeing his dead comrades only providing extra motivation for him to double the speed of the run. As soon as he reached the window hole, the grey lycan looked down and saw the death dealer getting into a car and dragging Michael with her.

Listening to his most basic and animalistic instincts that were screaming for a piece of the death dealer that cause him so much pain, Brick jumped down, plummeting the five floors before conveniently falling on top of the moving car, clinging to the roof of the car with his claws.

Brick punched the car, causing the vehicle to shake violently to the driver's annoyance. He broke the driver's window, trying to grab the vampire with his claws, but it was a futile attempt. The vampire in turn took her Beretta and pointed at the ceiling, pulling the trigger and hitting the lycan that fell forward in the car.

Brick clutched the hood with his claws, roaring and snarling aggressively at the death dealer who just stared at him with eyes shining in an electric blue color that showed nothing but contempt for the werewolf. Michael, on the other hand, was trying to understand whether what he was seeing was real or not.

"What the fuck is this thing?!" Michael screamed the moment Brick lunged forward, breaking the windshield and grabbing the vampire's shoulder with his wolf canines that sank deep into her flesh.

She cried out briefly in pain when she felt the lycan bite her shoulder in a brutal way. The death dealer however would not succumb to the pain, she would get that animal out of the car no matter what. The vampire drew her knife, thrusting violently into the side of the lycan's face and pushing forward into the skin. Brick roared in agony, the pain and burning of the silver causing him to loosen the shoulder of the death dealer who hit him in the face with the tip of the gun.

The blow made his grip on the hood of the car falter and as a result he was swept under the car, the wheels going over before the vehicle moved on as the injured lycan rolled briefly down the street before stopping. Brick stood up slowly, growling in pain and anger.

"No." Brick looked at the owner of the voice and saw that it was Lucian, in a very bloody state. "Let her go, I already got what we needed anyway."

Brick looked at the lycan leader, even with his fury and hunger screaming to be quenched, he still felt quite confused when he saw the bullet wounds that Lucian had in the forehead and neck. If he were in his human form, he would be making a face.

"I ... don't ... understand ... how ... this can be a success." Brick said between crackles and pauses as he returned to his human form. "No offense, but you look like bloody shit."

Lucian just looked at the wounds his subordinate was carrying, giving a wicked smile.

"You made your point." Brick said, cringing when he tried touching the cut cheek. "That's hurts… I still don't understand how having our asses kicked can be considered a success."

Lucian's response to this was to show a small bottle containing a red fluid that Brick recognized as blood. It took a second before he understood the meaning of this.

"You took his blood." Brick finished and Lucian nodded in response.

"It will tell us if he is really the one we need. It's not necessary apply more effort than required old friend." Lucian said, putting the bottle back in his coat.

"Well, that solves the problem. But how did you…." Brick would have slapped himself if he was hurt enough. 'of course.'

"You bit him."

Lucian said nothing, just kept a neutral expression on his face. Although it spoke more than words to the lycan companion who knew him well enough to understand his silence.

"I didn't think you were in the mood for new recruits, boss." Brick said, letting out a short laugh that he stopped when his cut face throbbed in pain. "The last time I checked the calendar was two days before the full moon. But ... are you sure this is good insurance? Trinity took him."

"He'll look for us when he realizes what he's become. That's our way." Lucian replied, certain of his own words.

"Whatever you say, boss." Brick said, starting to follow Lucian when he started to walk away. Brick had his doubts that Michael could survive the turn process, but he was going to keep that to himself.

"So, how's the head?" Brick asked, looking at the gunshot wounds Lucian had.

"Healing." Lucian replied, massaging the forehead area near the bullet hole. "You?"

"I learned your expelling Jedi trick one hundred years ago now." Brick replied proudly, pointing to the holes in his abdomen free of silver bullets.

"And is it working?"

"No." He admitted when the wounds bothered him again, making Lucian laugh.

"Courage old friend. You can wash and heal your wounds once we arrive."

"What are the chances of you carrying me?"

"Null."

...

The pair went straight to Singe's laboratory as soon as they returned to the den. Earning a surprised look from the Austrian lycan when he noticed their injuries.

"A second escape, perhaps Raze was not exaggerating."

"Raze didn't bring it back." Lucian said, handing the bottle to Singe and smiling in triumph.

"If Michael is indeed the carrier, the vampires will…"

"Relax Heisenberg, Lucian signed a very good insurance to make sure we won't lose him." Brick said as he picked up some wet wipes and started to wipe the blood from the healed wounds.

"What does he mean?" Singe asked.

"I tested his flesh." Lucian replied. "There are only two days until the full moon. Soon he will be a lycan, soon he will come looking for us."

"I hope he doesn't expect any champagne reception. The most he'll have is coffee." Brick commented, taking a boot and wearing pants, looking at the now healed face in a mirror.

Feeling satisfied, Singe went to the back of the lab in an excited and anxious way, preparing everything to analyze the blood sample collected and find out if they had actually found the carrier.

"I am the only one who thinks it's weird the way he's play around with the whole crazy scientist thing?" Brick asked as he put on a black shirt and watched Singe work.

"Maybe, but it is useful." Lucian replied, his eyes following Singe impatiently to know the result of the blood.

"Yeah, whatever." Brick shrugged. "What do you need me for now boss?"

"Nothing for now. Our next step depends only on the result of this sample. You can rest if you want, did a good job tonight."

"Thanks. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some sleep before I have a headache that lasts for about ten years." Brick spoke up, leaving the lab and going to his makeshift quarters in the den

'That was a one hell of a party'

...

The next night

The waters of the beach created a kind of low melody when they briefly hit the sand under the pier, where two unconscious and totally immobile figures were resting, almost as if they had not escaped an accident that could have taken their lives hours ago.

Selene slowly opened her eyes when she felt herself regaining consciousness. She stood up alertly and cautiously for any kind of danger when she didn't recognize anything around, but that was only until she noticed the makeshift tourniquet that had been made on her shoulder.

As she looked at her shoulder now in perfect condition due to her accelerated healing, memories of what had happened came back to her like a slap. The battle in the apartment, the lycan bite that resulted in her losing consciousness due to blood loss, the car collision …

Selene turn her attention from the healed shoulder to the second presence under the pier with her: Michael, lying on the sand and totally unconscious. She stared at the unconscious human with narrowed eyes before looking confusedly at the injured shoulder.

'Did he treat my wound after I assault him in his own home and abducted him at gunpoint?' Selene thought, confused.

She shook those thoughts from her head as she stood up. How confused it made her and how she felt about it was something that could be left out, she still needed to know why the lycans were so committed to going after him after all.

Approaching the inconsistent human, Selene bent over him and pulled him over her shoulder, carrying him and starting to get out from under the pier.

...

The mansion's property was as it had been, protected and safe. Nothing too special for Selene, who had jumped over the fence and headed for the lawn area where she knew the window would be open.

With a single jump, she reached the high window and entered her private suit. Going straight to the couch where she carefully laid Michael. There was no need to be harsh, especially considering what he had done for her.

She gave him a brief condescending look before walking away and going to the wardrobe, grabbing a leather shirt and pants, heading for the bathroom. She took one last look at the unconscious human on the couch before closing the door and starting to undress.

Once she had discarded the bloodied bodysuit Selene dressed in the clothes she had picked up and went back to the room where she will let Michael rest.

Seeing how immobile and out of it he was, she just went over to the couch and sat down next to Michael to wait. As she watched the human man, she was quite intrigued by how peaceful he seemed to be despite everything that had happened. However, the agitated movement of his eyes under his eyelids revealed to Selene that although the outside looked calm, inside he was really quite agitated.

Looking at him like that, it made Selene think of the repercussions it would have. Michael's presence would raise many questions and she knew it. Although she was prepared to answer them, there was still the question that she herself had to answer: why to bring him here. She needed answers on top of everything, but there was still a part of her that felt doubtful if that was the only reason behind it.

Selene put these thoughts aside when she noticed Michael starting to move, opening her eyes in a frightened way and almost jumping off the couch, being stopped when she put a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Lay still, your skull's taken a big knock. You're be unconscious for a while." Selene said, pushing Michael calmly on the couch. "Do you have any idea why those men were after you?"

"Where am i?" Michael asked confusedly, looking wearily between her and the unfamiliar place for him.

"You're safe." Selene replied, reassuring him. "I am Selene."

Her name was the last thing Michael heard before he felt his eyes start to close when tiredness and exhaustion returned. The faint expression of condolence on her cold, beautiful face was the last thing Michael saw when his vision was filled with darkness a second time.

"So the rumors are true." Selene turned to the source of the voice, but looked back at Michael when she recognized the blonde vampire. "The whole house has been absolutely buzzing about your new pet."

"Oh God, you're going to try to turn him, aren't you?" Erika spoke with a puzzled expression.

"Of course not." Selene said.

"So why did you bring him here?" Erika asked, making Selene ponder this for a second.

He was a target of lycans for reasons she didn't understand, and she needed answers. But the truth is …

"He saved my life." Selene replied. "Why are you here?"

"Kraven sent me, he wants to see you, now." Erika said.

With that Selene looked a great time at the unconscious human on his couch before getting up and heading towards the door, stopping to stare at Erika when she remembered who she was leaving alone with an unconscious human.

"Keep an eye on him, but don't do anything stupid." Selene spoke in a seriously harsh tone before leaving the room.

She walked down the corridors towards Kraven's office, hoping that the arrogant regent would take a moment to listen to what she had to say. Although Selene doubted that Kraven would stop hearing the sound of his own voice to listen to her, she still had to try.

Selene opened the office doors, meeting Kraven's furious gaze evenly. He dropped the hookah he was smoking as soon as Selene entered.

"We need to talk." Selene said.

"Yes we need." Kraven spoke in an initially calm tone, but Selene saw that he was about to shout. "Your attitude is completely unacceptable! You went against my orders and spent the night away from the mansion, with a human! A human you brought to my house!"

"As far as I'm concerned this is still Viktor's house." Selene said, much to the annoyance of Kraven who hit the table angrily.

"Look, I don't want to argue you." She continued, remaining calm. "I just need you to understand that Michael is somehow important to the lycans-"

"Oh so now it's Michael?!"

"Kraven can you just hear me out?!" Selene snapped, impatient and irritated.

"I don't understand why you are obsessed with this ridiculous theory! Lucian wouldn't be interested in a human, Michael or anyone!"

Selene had to force herself not to narrow her eyes at him when she heard the name of that name. The name of the lycan who's having be killed by the vampire in front of her.

Or maybe not.

"Wait a minute." Kraven's expression of anger and disgust at the death dealer seemed to intensify even more. "You're infatuated with him, aren't you?"

"Now this is a ridiculous theory." Selene replied, outraged by Kraven's nonsense.

"We'll see." Kraven said, passing furiously by her.

"What are you doing?" Selene asked, only for Kraven to ignore and leave the office. She followed close behind when she saw that he was about to do something stupid.

When they were getting to her room, they both quickened their pace even more when they heard the high-pitched sound of a vampire hissing. As soon as they entered the room, Kraven passed the maid and went to the open window. Selene in turn, looked at the window where Kraven was before looking at the sofa where Michael was no longer.

"What did you do?" Selene asked, giving Erika a sharp look.

"Nothing. He woke up and went out the window when-"

"Leave us!" Kraven ordered furiously to Erika, who left the room practically running to not aggravate the regent's wrath any more.

Kraven approached Selene, with a look of anger so great it would have frightened another, but it is Selene we are talking about. Even when he slap her in the face, she didn't make a sound, just clenched her fists and used an enormous amount of willpower to not give the despicable regent what he deserved, this until he disappeared from her sight.

'that cowardly bureaucrat will pay for this slap.'

...

While most of those present at the dojo were practicing or just inspecting their weapons, Selene was doing much more than target practice in the training area.

She pulled the trigger, hitting several rounds in rapid succession across the face of the bust. With each shot fired, she fervently imagined Kraven's face being hit violently by the silver round. A healthier exercise than having to bear the consequences of giving the regent that she so badly wanted to hurt what he deserved.

'Lucian wouldn't be interested in a human, Michael or anyone.' his words were still repeating in her head like a kind of poorly solved puzzle. Kraven wouldn't speak that name for nothing and Selene knew it. Besides, he was so immersed in his own anger that it couldn't have been anything but a slip.

"I sure hope you never get pissed off at me." Selene, who had already emptied the gun in her hand, looked briefly at the weapons master who approached her at the dojo.

"Hold on." Kahn said to Selene when she was about to reload. taking a type of pistol and holding it out. "Check this out."

Selene studied the handgun with curiosity and saw that it was in fact a Heckler & Koch USP Match, although it appeared to be a very modified version of it.

"Go ahead, squeeze off a few."

Selene took the trip and fired three rounds at the bust. Although it had no different effect besides piercing the bust, she soon saw that a silver liquid was dripping from the bullet holes.

"Eject the mag." Kahn said.

As soon as Selene removed the magazine, she stared at the rounds that were filled with the same silver liquid.

"You've copied the lycans rounds, silver nitrate" Selene said, an impressed expression briefly appearing on her face.

"A lethal dose."

"They are not going to be able to dig out as they usually do." Selene concluded, handing the magazine and the gun back to the death's trading partner.

"Straight into the bloodstream, there's nothing to dig out." Kahn confirmed as he put the gun away.

"Tell me Kahn, do you believe that Lucian died as they say he did?" Selene asked. It had been bothering her since the argue with Kraven.

"I think Kraven has been telling war stories again, hasn't he?"

"Well that's just the point, it's nothing but an ancient story. His story. Not a shred of proof that he really killed Lucian, just his word." Selene said. Kraven was always a bureaucrat and not a fighter. Selene was never sure that someone like him could have killed Lucian.

And after the discussion on his officer, the idea seemed quite possible now.

"Look Selene, I never underestimated Kraven's lust for advancement. But Viktor believed in him, and that's all that matters in my view. Now, where are you going with this anyway?" Kahn asked.

"Nowhere." Selene replied, walking past him and leaving the dojo now that her mind was calm enough to work.

There was only one place where she could get some answers. A very old place in the mansion which the access had been declared by the elders to be off limits. But now, it's going to be visited after a long time.