Anastasia smiled deciding she was going to enjoy her bath with her husband for come this time tomorrow the hurt princess will not going able to enjoy anything. For tomorrow on this day she and Elijah will take what is left of their Imperial Russia. Finally enjoying themselves Elijah not realizing that Anastasia had fallen fast asleep upon him though realizing she had not slept in days nor seen their child thought it might be best for himself to take a nap taking a deep breath he seat back getting comfortable himself when a loud noise woke the both of them.

Hours passed before Isabella realized that they had spent the whole day there. Rising quietly placing his hand upon his chest in her place grabbing her clothes and shoes reminding herself why and what the reasons were behind her love for him.  Isabella laughed walking over to the door looking at Dante, “Just one more night!” smirking as she exited leaving him in the place she left him. It was like Elijah once said You’ll always find me here!

Running, running from the moment Stalin or even when the soviets came all that was plausible was to run and she did-she ran. Not just running from them but everything whether it is past-present or future. Funny it seemed that all throughout neither her life or from the people that were valued most to her she ran never stopping nor slowing down. But that is exactly what Victor taught his precious daughter to do, is run. Run from everything and anyone that stood in her or his family’s way of gaining power. 

The next morning rising from her bed Anastasia yawned opening her eyes to find her Lilies hand cut and delivered.  She giggled picking them up smelling their sweet sent smiling as a white envelope caught her eye. As she removed it from its spot within the bouquet a strange rather odd feeling am over her opening the envelope.

Giggling at his dedication, “So dedicated-,” Looking at him as she moved closer, “No one in all these years has ever been able to maneuver past my guards,” giggling again handing him his sword, “Isabella cannot help you kill the Hunter in which you seek-,” taking her final step, “But I can!” 

 Nodding agreeing with his father thinking as he spoke, “Yes and that two were bitten by a bat creating the first vampires and the second was attacked by a werewolf making the first night walker,” Cedric sighed for a moment looking at the second sheet, “Only two children survived the Russian revolution though-,” stopping turning back to his father, “You want me to search for Elijah Jaymar Von Stroud?” Cedric laughed looking away from his father shaking his head, “The crazy man!”

 Her breath ran cold not noticing that Draco and Scabior exited a room not too far from them. Turning into the hallway sighing himself Draco called to her. Lilly smiled turning around to see his face hugging him tightly, “Jarred has Scabior returned from-,” the tale light haired male spoke exited the office across from him fixing his sleeve looking up. The man gulped lowering his shoulders as Lilly and Draco let go of each other, “Lillian?”

Lilly gasped fighting as she reached into her cloak pocket barely grasping the bottle. Her strength was failing her as her sight went dark and fuzzy laying there upon the floor feeling his presence. The air grew color almost as if he was already within the room, “Why do you still fight me?” Closing her eyes exhausting the brain cells she had left to push him out of her subconscious, “You will never win neither will your brother!” 
 
 
 

 He spoke as the snake like creature rose nodding to his loyal followers again, “Do not dwell here in the dying lands of our fathers-,” walking over him sympathizing with the man that wait to die to fulfill the oath they made years ago, “Fight alongside me and I promise I will return your son,” smirking seeing the face of the man change, “That I will consider your oath fulfilled!”