Deadwoman Walking

by MaddHatta21

The first thing I noticed was the hat, it was wide brimmed and dark and appeared very much like the sort of hat that I had always imagined Van Helsing wearing. He was tall, taller than Gabriel, and scruffy in a way that very much reminded me of my dad. Unlike my dad the man seemed extremely comfortable in a trench coat. I immediately liked him.

1. Prologue

The first thought one has when they're about to die is usually something along the lines of 'This is it, I'm dead' or 'I don't want to die'.

Though I suppose that only counts for normal people, and by normal people I mean people who aren't me.

As it happens, my first thought was, 'I'll never order pizza from Captain Oregano's Pizza Parlor again.'

It might have been because the pizza I'd ordered had entirely too much oregano on it; (I should have known that would be the case) or it might have been (and this is far more likely) the fact that I was currently being throttled to death by the heavy set delivery boy.

How did I get into this situation?

Well, it all started when I met Harry Dresden...