Clair Wakefield – Vampire Detective
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter, Anissina/Clair is mine however
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Chapter One: The arrival of Clair at London
Present time…
A ship slowly sailed into the docks in London, a woman barely sixteen was standing on the docks, she wore a trench coat, turtle neck sweater, black legging, and stiletto boots, her short hair billowing in the night wind, she was wearing shades, she was looking at the docks bright blue eyes studying the docks, she was to meet her uncle Severus in a place called Grimmauld place for a meeting.
There had been attacks from night breeds, ever since this Voldemort resurrected himself using dark arts, and that was what incensed her and her uncle, they were guardians for these humans.
When the ship docked she went down the ramp then she ran into a crime scene she stopped she could smell death and she covered her nose.
"Eugh, look at that sight," said a police man. "Her face has been removed…"
The woman walked away from the grisly sight, she knew that it was a night breed that had caused it, and she had to meet with Uncle Severus first.
'The moment I arrived into port I run into a grisly crime scene,' she thought. 'This smell of blood is making me hungry… again… no I must get out of here.'
She sprinted to the street and then she stopped and then removed Severus' letter.
"Raise your right hand to call the knight bus," she read aloud, she raised an eyebrow at that but did it nonetheless, suddenly there came a suddenly light and she jumped into the air and landed safely on the side of a bus.
"Welcome to the knight bus, I am Stan Shunpike, I will be your conductor for this evening," said Stan.
The woman smiled and then entered the bus and then sat down on a bed and crossed her legs; Stan closed the door and faced her.
"Where ya headin' too?" asked Stan.
"Oh just a little place called Grimmauld street," she said casually.
"Grimmauld Street it is," said Stan and then they rode away to head there.
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When she arrived at the street she reopened the letter and then started counting the number houses when she arrived at # 12 Grimmauld place she saw that house appear, looking around she approached it and then she rang the door bell.
As she was waiting she could smell three dark creatures in that place and she was looking away when the door opened, she turned to look to see a woman in her forties looking at her suspiciously, there were also men there with their wands out, and there were also teenagers there looking at her.
"Umm… Hi," she said. "Is this Number Twelve Grummauld place?"
"Yes," said the Molly.
"Great, umm… I'm looking for…" said the younger woman but a voice stopped her.
"Clair," said a silky voice exiting the room they all stopped to see Professor Snape there.
"Uncle Severus," said Clair looking happy and acting her "sixteen" year old self.
"Uncle Severus?" echoed all the people in the Room.
"Yes, I'm her uncle," snapped Severus. "Now please excuse me, I have dealing with my niece."
With that he pulled Clair to a private room and then the last thing they heard was…
"I didn't know that Snape had a niece,"
"They didn't expect me," said Clair raising her eyebrow at her uncle.
"Not by a long shot," said Severus then faced his niece. "Clair when was the last time you fed?"
"Umm… five days ago," said Clair sheepishly.
Severus slapped his forehead in exasperation and then shook it, and then he looked at his niece, who was looking at him apologetically.
"Clair, we cannot let you go into a blood lust," said Severus as he unbuttoned his top buttons and then exposed his neck. "Go on, I will hunt later."
Clair thanked her uncle and then bit his neck and then started drinking from him, Severus let her have her fill until he told her to stop and she did, Severus cleared his throat and then fixed his cloak around his legs to hide the effect from the feeding and then turned to his niece and then took out a bag and then opened it.
"Okay, this is the key to your office," said Severus. "As you like taking on Cases, this office is called the Wakefield Private detective agency, there is a room there that will be you're sleeping quarters, and here's your badge."
"Yes, uncle," said Clair.
"And here's your first case," said Severus as he passed her a case file, then he opened the door and then headed out, he was going to have to start his hunt as soon as possible, the less blood in his system the more he could go into a blood lust.
The others watched as Severus exited the room with Clair studying the case file, there was a certain change that came with Severus when his Niece was around; he seems to be the superior one.
"Uncle, you're giving me this file on the day I arrived?" asked Clair looking up.
"Clair," said Severus sighing. "Do you know how many women that beast has killed?"
"Umm… Let me see," said Clair as she riffled through the case file, she looked at the numbers and then gasped. "Fifteen… well sixteen counting tonight."
"Tonight?" asked Severus turning around. "What about tonight?"
"It was at the docks," said Clair looking at her uncle. "A girl was killed by a breed, her face was…"
"Completely removed," finished Severus and Clair nodded. "Well at least you can start there."
"Indeed," said Clair.
"Well, you can start your investigation there," said Severus. "And you'll…"
"Yeah, I'll keep you posted," said Clair as she walked to the entrance.
"And please remember your three day limit," snapped Severus causing Clair to stop and roll her eyes. "I will remember Uncle Severus."
"Good now go," said Severus.
Clair took running and then disappeared across the corner, Severus knew she would fly back and he turned around to see everyone looking at him.
"What?" he snapped.
"We didn't know you had a niece," said Molly Weasley. "And she's Ronald's age."
'She not about Mr. Weasley's age,' thought Severus. 'She's almost 500 years old.'
In fact Clair was Anissina von Bielefeld, but she had no recollection of her life before she was turned, when you are unwillingly turned, you lose your memories, and Clair was wondering who she was before she was turned but for now she was doing cases.
"Who are her parents?" asked Albus.
"She has no parents," said Severus. "I raised her myself, she's a muggle, has a knack for mysteries and successfully solved some cases in the states."
'Well, I lied about her being a muggle, she's a dark creature just like me,' thought Severus.
"Well the way you acted, it's as if you're her father," said Hermione.
"Nothing of the sort," said Severus then under his breath. "I just hope Antoine doesn't find her now… after all these years."
"Who's Antoine?" asked Harry.
"No one," said Severus teeth seething, normally it was Antoine who had the connection with Anissina, as he was the one who turned her so he was obviously contacted when the bond activated, the moment Anissina stepped into London.
Severus knew about this so five hundred years ago, he left London and then sailed to Marseilles with Anissina, who was unconscious at that time changing into a vampire, it took three painful days for Anissina to completely turn and when she woke up, Severus gave her some of his blood and took some of hers, thus also creating a link between them, in which Severus found useful for a couple hundred years for she was constantly finding trouble where she went and after that had to change towns, he changed Anissina's name to Clair Wakefield, in which she used until now.
Severus went to his hunt and found a prostitute in an alley, Severus approached and the prostitute saw him and gave a flirty smile.
"You wanna have some fun?" asked the woman.
"You bet," said Severus as he followed the lady to her pad and then the lady pushed Severus into the bed and then went on top of him after some kissing Severus turned the girl to her back and then started nursing her neck and then bit down, the girl moaned, pleasure coursing through her and she arched Severus continued to drink, until she felt the carotid jolt that was when he stopped, he licked it shut and then sat up and then climbed out of the bed and then left the room and into the night, of curse leaving a wad of bills on the table when she woke up.
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Meanwhile Clair landed on the docks and then saw that they have taken away the body, which meant she had to visit the precinct, but for now, she'll just have to sleep at some inn, for the meantime while she was on the case.
Clair walked a mile until she saw this inn and then she entered, she saw that the inn was a nice place and then approached the main desk and rung the bell.
"I'm coming, just a moment please," said a female voice and then he appeared a moment later. "Good evening ma'am, how may I help you?"
"I need lodgings for a few nights," said Clair. "Do you have a spare room?"
"Of course, just sign here," said the man giving her the log book, Clair signed it and then she was given the room key and then Clair thanked him.
"Sister," snapped a voice and Clair saw another woman with a heavily bandaged face. "I need to have my bandages changed… you know how my bandage sores reacts to the old bandages."
"Oh of course," said the Landlady and then followed her sister up to her room.
'What a way to treat your twin sister,' thought Clair as she headed to her room and then sat on the chair and then opened the case files and continued to study them through the night.
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Clair woke up to the sun shining through the window and then she sat up, she knew it was time for her to go about with her work and then she headed for a change of clothes and a bath.
When she was ready she had on a shirt and some pants on as well as her booths, and then left the inn and then headed to the precinct, there she approached the desk manager.
"I'm here to see the person who is in charge with the faceless murder case," said Clair.
"Why would I do that?" asked the person behind the desk.
Clair showed her badge and then the man found it authentic and then called the detective, Clair sat down on a bench crossed her legs and then started tapping her foot, she was a Vampire but when it comes to a case, she knew that she had to solve it or else it becomes a cold case.
"Okay, where's that young detective," said a man and Clair looked up and then stood up. "I am Detective john Cartwright."
"I am Clair Wakefield," said Clair.
"Ah, yes, the famous teenage detective all the way from America," said the detective. "What brings you here?"
"I was called by my uncle to help him on some cases," said Clair. "And this is the first case I have been given, the moment I arrived only last night."
"I see," said John. "Well, at least let us go and have that talk shall we."
He led them to his office and then he showed her the files, Clair saw that it was always nearby the inn where she was staying, that made the inn a good vantage point of observation.
"I can see all the things from this place," said Clair pointing to the inn.
"That's where you're staying at?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Clair.
"You are really a good detective," said the John approving of her vantage point.
Clair spent the day talking and studying the evidence, there was a certain amount of hair, blue hair in all the victims, but no one had blue hair, naturally the forensics never knew to whom the hair came from, this concluded her suspicion that it was from a night breed.
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Clair was walking home that night it was raining when there was a scream from a lady, Clair took to running and then saw a body underneath a light post and then she reached her and knelt right in front of the woman.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked Clair as she touched the body but the body landed on his back and Clair looked away immediately, the girls face was completely removed, she shook her head and then removed her cell phone and then called the other detective, the other one agreed to meet with the other one in the inn.
As she walked home she smelt some smell of fear and then she started running, she saw another woman running away from the breed, Clair's eyes turned bright yellow and her pupils became slits and she bit hard on her finger and then fired some blood boomerangs and that caused the night breed to deviate from the other woman and then laid it's eye on her.
"Vampire," said the night breed and then Clair made her blood into a sword and then went to attack it.
The night breed decided that it was time for it to fly and then flew away but left a trap for Clair and she got entangled on some of the shadows and Clair a being of the darkness struggled to free herself.
'Damn,' thought Clair angrily. 'That damn thing got away.'
Clair bit at her newly healed finger and then dripped her blood into the shadow and it dissipated she took to running to the inn and then stopped at the door, she could smell the blood of the latest victim and then she quickly had her suspicion, she entered the inn and then sat down on the chair.
A moment later the heavily bandaged sister entered dripping wet, Clair stood up and then grabbed the wrist of the other girl.
"What have you been doing outside in the rain may I ask?" asked Clair suspiciously.
"I did nothing," said the woman.
"You wouldn't be doing anything that's strictly taboo, would you?" asked Clair.
"Taboo?" asked that woman. "What are you talking about?"
"Maybe I can tell you," said Clair.
"She was checking the flowers in the garden," said the Landlady. "She was worried about the flowers so she went to check on them."
Clair had to let go of the girl's hand and then the Landlady took her sister's arm and then lead her upstairs, Clair looked up the stairs and then her eyes went smaller.
She waited for a few minutes and then leaned on the door as she waited for the landlady to change her sister's bandages, when she got out she saw Clair there waiting.
"Is your sister all right?" asked Clair.
"Yeah, she'll be fine," said the landlady.
"Tell me," said Clair. "How did your sister get to her condition?"
"Well, as you know my sister and I were twins," said the landlady. "It was our eight birthday, Cecile woke up earlier and woke me up demanding to light the cake we both bought for ourselves, I told Cecile that we should wait for mama and papa, but she still begged, so I agreed, I lit the match and then lit the cake and then the next thing we knew is that the fire spread all over and we were trapped… I somehow survived but my sister was terribly burned… it was horrible."
Clair felt sorry for them, but that didn't change the fact that she suspected Cecile to be the night breed.
"I'm going to my room, if I have a visitor please send him up," said Clair as she went to room and then closed it.
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Detective Cartwright entered Clair's room just as she finished her report and then looked up to see him.
"So you're a witness now," said John sitting down.
"You could say that," said Clair calmly.
"Is this how you work?" asked John.
"A bit," said Clair. "Though I have a nasty suspicion that's it's one of the people here."
"Here?" asked John. "Why?"
Clair didn't say anything, just looked at he file, It was obvious that Cecile hated her sister because of her sister's beauty, that hatred was enough for her to delve into the dark arts.
"Fine, don't tell me," said John.
"Can you at least be here tomorrow, so we could at least interview them?" asked Clair.
"Yeah, sure whatever," said John. "I'll be counting on an explanation too."
"Fine," said Clair.
They still talked about the latest victim and then just before midnight, John bid goodnight and then left, Clair did nothing but went to bed, tomorrow was a big day.
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The next day, Clair woke up and then went to have her morning tea and then as she was heading to her room she saw the bandaged woman take a letter and then placed a lighter under it burning the letter, she approached and then slapped the letter from her and then the letter fluttered to the ground and then Clair stepped on it.
"What are you doing?" asked Cecile.
"I take it this wasn't your letter," said Clair.
Cecile huffed and then walked away, the landlady approached Clair.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
"I'm afraid your sister took a match on the letter that was addressed to you," said Clair.
"Oh that," said the landlady. "That was probably from Andrew, my fiancée, he's in Switzerland now earning the money, so he would be worthy enough to marry me."
"That's nice," said Clair. "Why did your sister want to burn it?"
"Well she thinks that if I marry Andrew that I would leave her," she said. "But that's the reason why I can't marry him… not until I know that my sister would be safe."
"You really love her do you?" asked Clair.
"More than anything in the world," said the landlady.
The door opened and then John entered and then Clair turned to face him and then nodded, they spent the whole day interviewing the sisters and when it was almost dusk, John was about to leave when Clair stopped john from putting his cloak in the front door, she saw Cecile take a key from the front desk and then enter her sister's office.
Clair followed and then john had too because he knew that this might be a hunch, they watched as Cecile pressed a secret button on a painting and then it revealed a secret passage.
"What is a secret passage doing in an inn like this?" asked John.
"That is what I would like to figure it out too," said Clair.
Cecile entered the place and then they followed, they saw Cecile light a torch and then followed the light, Clair didn't need the light because she could see well in the darkness but nevertheless followed Cecile, with John and Clair following them.
"Where is she going?" John asked.
"You mean to what," said Clair. "I'm guessing to her collection of faces."
"Faces?" asked John.
"Think about it John," said Clair. "The victims were all female and their faces are removed, and she's disfigured, what do you conclude?"
"That she could have done it," said John.
"Precisely," said Clair.
'She's good, no wonder she's a famous detective in America,' thought John as they followed Cecile until she stopped at a door.
Cecile slipped in the key and then turned to lock and then opened the door, Clair saw what was inside the room before John and Cecile saw it.
"I knew it," whispered Clair. "She's the culprit all right."
But she didn't expect Cecile to drop the torch and then fall to her bottom in fright.
"Wha… what is this?" asked Cecile in fright.
John ran to the room followed by Clair, John was looking around in complete shock, Clair was right one of the sisters was the culprit… the whole room was covered with…
"These are faces of the victims," said John then turned to Cecile. "How did you know these were here?"
"I… I didn't know," said Cecile. "I keep on seeing my sister entering this place and I wondered what she was keeping down here, so when I had the time I snuck down here, this is the first time I saw this."
Clair could tell that she was telling the truth and then went to her thinking posture, one arm gripping the other and her thumb and forefinger touching her chin.
"So if it isn't you then it must be…" said Clair but she was stopped from her thought as she heard another torch fall she whirled around to see...
"What are all of you doing here?" asked the landlady. "I didn't expect you to find this Cecile."
"So it's you," said Clair. "You're behind all this."
"Why, Jane, why?" asked Cecile.
"On the day of the fire, we were trapped you lost consciousness and I was worried about you, so I prayed really hard, that I will do anything just to keep you safe," said Jane. "That prayer came true, but with a price, I woke up in the hospital, I had no scratches in me, and that's when it appeared, it said that it answered my prayers and that my soul was his, and that my injures transferred to Cecile, to keep my body unblemished and beautiful, so every time I had this "condition" I would be sucking the life force of that person and the other me would take the face for my sister, but none really fit her."
"You do know that soliciting with the dark is breaking a major taboo," said Clair.
"What about you? How many humans have you drained from their lifeblood?" said Jane.
"I haven't drained a human for the last three hundred years," said Clair.
"Wait," said John. "Three hundred years? Are you what I think you are?"
"Yes, I am a vampire," said Clair.
"It's weird a vampire who sides with the humans, it's unethical," said Jane.
"Severus said that even Vampires can choose what side we are in even though we are a part of the darkness," said Clair.
"Well, you chose wrong, sweetie," said Jane and then changed into the night breed and then sent her shadow at Clair.
Clair bit her finger hard and then created a wall around the three of them and then it managed to block the attack and then there was a moment of rest and Clair turned the shield into a sword.
"Jane, you can still fight the darkness within you, it's never too late," said Clair.
"It's too late for her," said the night breed.
"Get out of her," said Clair.
"Never," said the night breed and then attacked, Clair ran with the sword ready and then as she was about to deliver the blow…
"NO, she's my sister," shouted Cecile, Clair's attack went wide and she almost sliced the arm off.
The night breed knowing that she would be killed by this night breed took off running, Clair was right behind her using her vampiric speed to catch up, but then she stopped when the picture slammed on her.
"Damn," said Clair as she used her sword to create a hole in the wall.
Cecile and john caught up with her just in time for her to smash open the wall to find the whole office in fire.
"Cover your face or you'll inhale smoke," snapped Clair. "I'm going after the night breed."
With that she rushed through the fire and then John and Cecile followed through but stopped to see that Clair way was blocked by the fire.
In the middle of the reception area was Jane in the fire in her human form, she was crying.
"I'm sorry Cecile, I tried, just for you, I tried," said Jane. "It's my fault because you went that way… if only…"
Her sister's sobs reached Cecile's cold heart and it broke, Cecile approached her sister.
"No, Jane, it was my fault," said Cecile. "I shouldn't have bothered you with lighting that candle in the first place… it's my fault… that's why that demon should be in me not you."
"Stop," said Clair. "You're soliciting with the dark arts."
But Cecile wouldn't listen, she went nearer, trying to get as close as she could to her sister.
"You demon get out of my sister and enter me instead," said Cecile.
The demon got out of Jane's body but was still connected to her, it stared disdainfully at Cecile.
"I don't need your body, I only need hers," said the demon.
"No, you will leave my sister alone," said Cecile.
"Stop, Cecile, you don't know what you're getting yourself into," said Jane.
Clair acted jumping through the fire she went straight to Jane jumped and then using her sword cut the thread connecting them causing Jane to fall free from the demon, though unconscious, into the ground and then Clair went in between the sisters and the demon.
"John, bring them out, I will take care of this bitch," said Clair.
"What about you?" John asked.
"I'm a vampire," said Clair turning to him. "I won't die so easily."
"Fine," said John then carried Jane, but she woke up and then tried to stand.
"Let me go, I have a score to settle with this demon," said Jane.
"Are you crazy, you won't survive in this heat," said John.
"It's okay, if I don't make it, I'm giving my face to Cecile," said Jane and then rushed through he fire.
Jane looked to see Clair and the demon fighting a heated battle.
"Hey you, over here," said Jane, causing Clair to look at her.
"What are you doing here?" asked Clair. "Go, now."
"I can't not when one of my friends is in danger," said Jane.
This caused Clair to stop for a moment and then the demon saw this opportunity, sent a shadow spear at Clair and it went right through her, Clair coughed a little blood and removed the spear from her, Clair was lucky, it missed her heart.
The demon lunged for Jane and then Clair turned her sword into a whip and cracked it at the demon, it went through the demon causing it to scream in pain and disintegrate to a pile of goo… Clair let her sword drip into the goo, where it sizzled and evaporated.
"Well, that's one case solved," said Clair out loud but a thud brought her out of her revere and saw Jane on the floor.
Clair carried Jane out and then rushed out jumping out the window, they made it out just in time before the whole inn collapsed… John called the paramedics and then turned to Clair who was gasping in pain from the open wound from her chest.
"Do you need help with that?" asked John.
"No thanks, I just need a little blood to heal," said Clair.
"Well you can have mine," said John, this caused Clair to look at the man, no one offered to offer their blood to a vampire before.
"Are you sure?" asked Clair.
"Yeah," said John. "Well you helped solve this case anyway, call this your reward."
Clair smiled and then sat up, John lowered himself and then showed his neck, Clair bit down and then started drinking from john.
John felt pleasure explode from every sense of his body, a pleasure much better than anyone could ever imagine, he moaned out loud, but suddenly it stopped and Clair wiped the excess blood from her mouth.
"Thank you," said Clair slowly. "It was also almost my feeding time anyway."
"Feeding time?" asked john.
"A vampire's limit before feeding again in three days," said Clair. "You just saved me from missing it again."
"Maybe I could be your sponsor," said John.
"I wouldn't impose that on you," said Clair.
"I insist," said John. "All we need is something that can regenerate my blood faster."
"I think I can be of help there," said Clair. "My uncle has some potions to regenerate blood… though it's magical."
"Wait, you mean magic's real," said John.
"Hey, I'm a vampire, so magic's real," said Clair. "But you have to keep me and everything else a secret."
"I will," said John and then he helped Clair up and then waited for the paramedics to arrive, by the time they arrived Clair's wound had already healed and they calmly walked away.
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"Well, to cut it short, Jane inhaled a lot of smoke and didn't make it," said Clair to her uncle in Grummauld place, they were in his potion room weeks after the case. "So her face got passed down to Cecile, John became my sponsor, so you won't have to worry about my three day limit, so we need a lot of those blood replenishing potions, in stock."
"What happened to Cecile?" Severus asked.
"Cecile, enrolled in a college of criminology," said Clair. "That is after the bandages were removed and she is now using her sister's face."
"So in short, Cecile wants to become a detective to help us fight the other night breeds," said Severus.
"That what she says," said Clair.
"Well, I'm glad everything worked out," said Severus.
"Yeah, it did," said Clair then looked at her watch. "Oh, time to go, I have that entrance exam at Smeltings."
"You better go," said Severus as he finished his potion and then lead her to the front door. "Do well in your examination…"
"Yeah, I will, but honestly, Uncle Sev," said Clair. "I'll be very advanced to them."
"That's why Smeltings will be perfect for you," said Severus.
"Did you say Smeltings?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, that's the school I chose for her, why?" said Severus.
"Dudley studies there," said Harry.
"You should prepare for your hearing, Mr. Potter, not eaves dropping on other people speaking," said Severus.
"Anyway, I gotta go," said Clair looking at her watch. "I'll be taking the knight bus back."
"Okay, take care," said Severus.
"I will…" said Clair and then rushed away and then disappeared across the street.
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Long Authors notes:
1.) How do you like Clair's first case? Please tell me more cases if you happen to think of them… I'm also going to put in a death eater attack soon…
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