Amelia's eyes widened in shock as she instinctively assumed a defensive stance, her gaze shifting between the looming clawed hand and the expansive chiropteran wings that unfurled before her.
"Relax, Amelia. I mean you no harm," I reassured her as my hand returned to its normal form, leaving only my outstretched wings on display.
Gradually regaining her composure, Amelia couldn't help but inquire about William's fate, her concern palpable as she pressed for answers to relay to Viktor.
"Marcus What are you going to do with William, If you don't mind telling me so I can inform Viktor!?"
Listening to Amelia's remarks, my mind races with plans until only one person comes to mind.
Someone that i can trust not to harm William or imprison him in a hole for the rest of his life.
The original person Marcus would eventually kill in the future Alexander Corvinus.
He was the first immortal human with the strength of a thousand men, my father.
Contemplating that part of the movie gives me a complex mix of emotions.
Amelia, catching the furrowed expression on my face, seized the moment to bring up Viktor's plan.
"Marcus, Viktor has devised a strategy to establish a secure place for William..."
"If you entrust him to us!.."
My expression turned steely upon hearing Amelia's suggestion, almost imploring.
I could only respond with a derisive snort at the idea until an unfamiliar soldier approached me, unaffected by my Vampire compulsion.
"Sir Marcus, Viktor has eliminated most of the remaining Werewolves in the village, but many are heading this way."
"Werewolves are advancing towards William!"
My voice rose in disbelief, mirrored by the widening eyes of Amelia.
I shifted my focus to my imprisoned brother, eyeing him suspiciously.
This unexpected turn of events puzzled me. Why were they coming toward us? It must be because of William. But how could he orchestrate this while still under Vampire compulsion?
I swiftly turned to the motionless soldiers.
"Prepare for battle!"
My command reverberated, prompting many swords to be unsheathed.
Amelia drew her own sword, anticipating a fight and waiting for my lead.
When she glanced back after a moment, she noticed my breastplate lying in the snow, with a large Albino Werewolf nowhere to be seen.
Amelia couldn't contain her frustration, almost hissing in betrayal.
"Damn it, Marcus!"
The soldiers began to snap out of their confusion. Those who were under compulsion felt a deep-seated fear, recalling only the memory of glowing red eyes.
These same red eyes from the TV series "The Originals," when Lucien transforms into the powerful Apex hybrid after creating a serum for a new Original Hybrid.
The sight of the panicked soldiers prompted Amelia to swiftly devise a plan, realizing they had never willingly followed Marcus' commands.
However, she didn't dwell on this revelation for long and instead instructed the death dealers in the group to prepare while the others followed suit.
As a herd of werewolves emerged, Amelia quickly assessed their numbers and directed her closest death dealer to relay the count to the rest.
Word spread rapidly, and they formed a defensive formation as she shoutout as the approaching pack of wolves comes closer.
"Prepare for battle!..."