Viktor came to in an instant, his eyes snapping open as he heard Jezebel scream. Getting up onto his knees at first, Viktor’s eyes locked upon the still form of Lorelei, Jezebel headed right towards their little girl. The shock had Viktor complacent for a moment, his breathing rapidly picking up as he lost all focus of everyone and everything around him.
The only thing he saw was Lorelei’s seemingly lifeless form. He couldn’t hear her heart.
People were speaking, but Viktor couldn’t hear them. His blood was beginning to burn between his ears, the man bringing himself to his feet in what felt like a stupor.
“Lei…” Her name dropped from his lips unbidden, and the man took a small step forward, then another. He still couldn’t hear anything.
The girl seemed to be aging before their very eyes but he still couldn’t hear her heart. None of this made sense.
The moment he heard the name Zane uttered, however, everything changed.
And Viktor snapped.
“LORELEI!” Viktor screamed at the top of his lungs, a snarl crossing his features, blue eyes taking on a menacing glare that the populace had never bore witness to. His fangs were elongating, as he began to hunt the area for that cretin.
“Stop,” Vladimir tried to tell him, having woken amidst the panic and confusion, his ears having trained upon young Lorelei immediately. It took him a moment, but eventually he was able to hear her heart, beating so feebly and weak that it became no surprise that she appeared to be in the thrall of death. Viktor would not hear it.
“WHERE IS HE?”
Vladimir kept his face neutral even though he wanted to cringe at the sight of his brother giving in to his dhampiric blood, and the rage it could bring, for what was the first time since their adolescence.
“I’ll kill him,” Viktor snarled, eyeing the area, trying so hard to find a man that clearly wasn’t there. “I’ll rip the fucker’s throat out myself. GET OUT HERE YOU COWARD.”
Vladimir approached Viktor, telling him, “He is not here, not now. Calm down Viktor, this will not help you or Lorelei.” When Vladimir placed his hand on his twin’s shoulder, Viktor grabbed that hand and with a force not often seen, flipped Vladimir over his shoulder, sending him crashing down to the ground.
“You don’t understand,” Viktor growled, his breathing increasing, his donated heart racing away in his chest at a pace that was not healthy for him. Viktor knew this. But the blood in him raged, and he wanted blood, and violence. He wanted to tear his nails into Zane’s flesh, rip the heart right out of his chest. He had to pay for what he did to his little girl.
Vladimir had gotten to his feet, and tried to approach Viktor again. He could hear Viktor's heart racing, and Vladimir knew his twin could not afford that. “Stop this. Think of Lorelei,” Vladimir attempted to reason with him. Vladimir recognized the signs his brother was exhibiting, and if it continued, Viktor might very well try to hurt someone, and Vladimir could not allow this. Stepping in front of Viktor, he said, “Enough. Calm yourself, this will not help.” To this, Viktor threw a swing at his brother, not seeing his twin but seeing a target for his bloodlust.
Vladimir was able to dodge out of the way of it. “Enough!” Vladimir raised his voice, and was given the gift of Viktor attempting to claw at his face, successful in the endeavour. Viktor’s nostrils flared with the smell of fresh blood.
“I’ll kill him, and anyone else who stops me,” Viktor snarled. Vladimir, not wanting to have to incapacitate his brother, was left with not much a choice.
Vladimir had always been the stronger of the two of them. The man was able to lure Viktor into a false attack, bringing up his knee and connecting with Viktor’s stomach, sending his twin to the ground. Vladimir then snapped his fingers, sending tendrils of darkness to wrap around his brother’s form, keeping him bound and on the ground until the rage could subside.
“It will take a few moments, but he will recover his senses,” Vladimir assured everyone, feeling immense sympathy for his brother, as he focused his umbrakinesis upon the supine figure on the grass.