The three Kessler siblings stood together for the first time in nearly fifteen years. Though all three were different heights, had slightly differing color brown hair, and different color eyes it was their faces that were the same. All three shared the same rounded chin, with thin lips and a narrow nose.

"They found the bodies here," George pointed and Marie leaned over marking the area with her red pen, "and the campsite was nearly ten miles southwest of it. It means the Wesson moved them."

"Their wounds didn't match Vogelartigen markings," Kelly concluded, "it was much more animalistic, more like a bear." And she glanced over at her sister and at the same time they muttered, "Blutbad."

George scratched at his thinning layer of hair it was still freaky to see the two of them do it. It was as if they shared some kind of wavelength, "the Blutbad….that's the big bad wolf type Wesson right?"

"Right," Marie said reaching into her overstuffed duffel bag lying on the ground, taking out an ancient crossbow and three darts, "this should be good enough."

"I'm coming with you." George stated.

Grimm(Ana's point of view)

"Stop fidgeting!" The Vogelartigen hissed in my ear.

Only if I could I thought to myself as my body limps twitched. I'd lost control of it once they had begun to braid my hair, their claws scratching at my scalp painfully as they twisted my raven colored hair into braids.

"She will make beautiful Blutbad children," the other Vogelartigen said dreamily.

The first one swatted at her, "finish braiding! Her little escape has put us off schedule enough as it is."

The second one fell silent as she tied a ribbon to the end of my hair before looping it. I'd assume it was something of a Leia Skywalker hair do, I'd been her once for Halloween, I think I was eight. Why was I thinking of this? Ben was probably dead, my only chance of escaping was completely gone.

"Done." The first one proclaims holding tightly onto my forearm and forcefully standing me up, "come on now….it won't be too bad." She cooed.

Police Station

"Nothing about this case is right," an Officer named Bob was saying.

Captain Anderson, an balding man in his late fifties stood, a cup of coffee in his hand and his signature frown upon his face. He was starring at the picture of the young girl. She would be about the same age as his oldest niece. She was a real beauty too. Long dark hair, pale skin and blueish green eyes, she seemed so full of life in the picture. It was hard to imagine her dead.

"She's not dead." Sergeant Renard said from behind them.

The Captain turned to face him with an raised eyebrow, "I know we'd all like to believe she's alive somewhere, but right now I think all we're gonna find is a body. And the faster we find it the faster we get damn closer for her poor parents. I want everyone out with the dogs tonight scouring the forests until we find something."

"I don't think that's wise," Sergeant Renard concluded, "it's not safe. We have no idea what kind of animal we're dealing with here."

"Animal?" asked one of the other officers, "what kind of animal moves bodies from where it kills it, and arranges it like that? Or keeps a girl hostage like that?"

"One you've never faced before."

The Sergeant had seemingly come out of nowhere, solving more cases in a year that most cops don't solve in their whole careers. He was determined often spending all night at the station and the Captain knew he was proving himself so once the Captain position was up he'd be a shoe-in.

"And you have?" Captain Anderson asked.

Renard frowned for a moment, "you could say I have experience."

Many of the other cops now were elbowing each other and letting out snorts of laughter. Not one of them was taking him seriously but it didn't seem to affect him at all. Rather he edged himself closer towards the Captain.

"Gave me one night to find the girl," He demanded, "if I don't find her feel free to send in everyone with the dogs."

The Captain blinked. It was unlike any request he had ever heard in his whole career, but Renard's track record spoke for himself.

"All right."

Officer Ryans nearly choked on his donout, "but that goes against nearly every protocol."

"Well, I'm going to retire in a less than a month, so why not break some rules while I still have the chance?" the Captain said.

Grimm(Just Outside of the Cave)

I dragged my feet against the ground in a feeble attempt to stop the two Blutbad who were holding me by my upper arms. My bare feet painfully hit against the rocky floor and I lifted them up.

Just outside of the cave they dropped me. I fell to my knees and the two Blutbads let out large rounds of laugher before turning back into the cave. I stood brushing dirt off my dress starring at the vast trees. Run. A little voice inside of my head tells me and I began slowly to run towards the first opening I saw.

I hurtled, jumped and darted over and past trees until I could no longer breathe. I rested on a large tree heaving in deep breaths. How far had I gotten? I starred behind me, there was nothing aside from the trees. Cramps filled the left side of my body but hesitantly I pushed myself off the tree bark determined to keep going thinking hopefully the forest ended somewhere.

Grimm(Outside of Forrest)

"How are we ever going to find her?" George cried out hoarsely using his whole arms span he motioned towards the forest, "she could be anywhere."

"By not giving up on her." Kelly replied following behind Marie who was kneeling beside a tree.

She was rubbing two of her fingers together, "this is fresh blood." She decides and Marie points at the edge of all of the trees, "there's a trail, it went that way."

Ben was leaning against one of trees, bleeding steadily from the wound on his side. The claw mark went from his chest right over his heart down to his waist. It was meant to be a fatal blow, he knew it, if it weren't for Uncle Ed jumping onto Alexei's back, he would have been dead right now instead of bleeding out slowly. He was wondering now if it would have been better if he had died then.

"Oh good god." A deep voice breathed out.

Ben opened his eyes; standing above him were there people. A man and two women. There was an odd familiarity about them, one that he probably couldn't have the energy to think of with the amount of bloodless.

"He's alive." The lighter brown haired woman announces.

"But for how long?" asked Kelly, "is this one of the Schmidts?"

George shook his head and slowly reached his hand into his pocket and dialed for 9-1-1. Marie knelt beside him and used her own sweatshirt to apply pressure to the wound.

"George stay here with the boy." Kelly instructed, "Marie and I will go find Ana."

"Ana." Ben moaned out.