[center][h1][b][color=EEBC1D]Victor Crowe[/color][/b][/h1][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/50ea385d301fe1b21aa564d0fcbeb75c/tumblr_inline_ohzokl3oQh1slfjc1_250.gifv[/img]

Interactions: Everyone currently present in the dining room. [/center]
[color=gray]Victor leaned against the interior wall of the dining room. Carlisle had been carried to a room and for now him and the rest of the coven were on standby. The barrier had been down for awhile now and nothing was happening. He couldn't get rid of the sinking feeling in his gut. Was he just expecting the world to erupt due to a barrier going down? Maybe. This whole thing had a familiar earmark. A certain Déjà vu.

As predicted, the front door kicked open. A familiar man strode into the dining room. Victor furrowed his brows. [i][color=EEBC1D]Lucien[/color][/i]. The man introduced himself with the ever-familiar and narcissistic grandiosity. This man dares to intrude in his home while bringing cursed beings with him? He threatens his family... AGAIN?

Victor almost started seeing red. The first few sentences that came out of Lucien's mouth came in one ear and went out the other.

[center][color=7D12FF]”Now of course you could decide not to come peacefully. But then I would have to start killing off your friends, and then your family. We really don’t want that do we? My friends are kind of hungry, and they are just looking for any excuse to eat out.”[/color][/center]

[color=EEBC1D]“Lucien, you fucker,”[/color] Victor spat back venomously. [color=EEBC1D]“... Did I not warn you what would happen if you ever pull any of this kind of shit again, you threatened my family, again!?”[/color] He stepped towards the group. One of the werewolves stood in-front of him, bending down and snarling in his face. Victor looked unfazed, rage seeming to override his fear. Frost once again began coating on his hand, this time it formed at a much quicker pace and almost covered his entire arm. His icey-blue eyes staring down the wolf in anger as it blocked his path.

Victor grabbed the the snarling Werewolf's neck despite the height difference. Frost seeped through his hands and into the Werewolf It spread at a frightening pace- in a few moments its head, then torso, then it's legs was entombed in a light coating of ice. It appeared that the werewolf should be able to easily escape its confines but it didn't. Or rather it couldn't. As if it was frozen inside out. Victor pushed the Werewolf to the side. It's expression forever frozen in that encasing of ice as it landed with a thump on the floor.

For many of the Coven members this was the first time they had seen Victor like this. He had never used his powers to this extent and his attitude was a stark difference compared to his usual self. Right now Victor couldn't be mindful of such things, though it wasn't as if he intentionally hid this side to himself. It was just extremely rare and often related to his blood family.

[center][color=EEBC1D]“All I wanted was to be cut away from the Crowe's. I wanted it to end peacefully. I shouldn't have listened to my dad. And [i]this[/i] is how you want it to go? Well. I'm here Lucien, you son of a bitch,”[/color] Victor said. [color=EEBC1D]“Just like you wanted.”[/color][/center]
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