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Prologue
Moscow, Russia
The road has been long and distant.
Now except if you are this girl. This heart face, cute black hair girl is hitchhiking a ride since her motorcycle has broken down.
Hoping that one of these nice gentlemen would take her to the nearest mechanic to get her to ride a fix.
One truck came to a stop and lower his window.
(Note they are speaking Russian. Italic)
(Excuse me miss; do you need help?) A kind Russian truck driver questioned her.
(Yes, my motorcycle seems to die on me when I was halfway to the city.)
(That's a shame. I have a cousin who can get a good look at it.)
(Thank you, sir!) She replies. They tied and covered the motorcycle onto his truck and drive to his cousin's workplace.
The cousin and the truck driver were whispering with each other. She looked around looking nervous and ball her heels to ease up the movement. Noticing some tools looked used or new.
They came forward together and the cousin's name Todd spoke first, (There seems to be the problem, but the estimated price would cause a lot such as 1,000 )
She gasped and said, (That seems like a lot more than I can afford.)
(Anyway, I could pay it off?)
They smirk devious, (Yes. There is.)
She screams as they grabbed her.
BAM!
(No! Please!)
The girl cries and struggled as one truck driver holds her arms pressed to the table while his cousin morphs his wolf-like face and snarls at her.
(Hold still promise it won't hurt much)
(Yeah. That is a pity for you, prey!) She answered with her high heel boots that reveal a blade that swish inside her pointed shoe that pop out its deadly blade that her back leg to stab the truck driver holding her.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" She stabbed his shoulder and kicked his cousin in the head.
Quick out of her wrist hidden her a pocket pistol.
One-shot to the truck driver in the head. It naturally killed him.
BAM!
Then she went to the cousin. She made two shots to his shoulders and his leg. That made him whimper in pain from the pinpointed bullet.
Bam! Bam!
Todd growls as he looked up at his attempted victim.
Her expression shows as the woman with a heart of stone. (You should have never assumed that I am the same victim as you and your cousin had raped and killed in Moscow. You had 15 women, 9 teenage girls, and 1 man.)
Todd growls and said, (Who the fuck are you?)
She pointed the gun pressed on his forehead and answered, (My name is Cessair Anna Van Helsing-O'Brannigan. And I have just killed you.)
Fear and pale complexion made him regret going after the hunter.
Slowly pulling the trigger.
Outside the snowing field and snowflakes falling from the sky and to the ground.
BAM!
The sound of the gun set off and light flashes from the window.
One sound of a dog barking that echoes in the night, but anything else gone quiet.
At the corner of the dark alley, two shadowing figures stay and said, "That must be the girl we are looking for."
"Yes, and looks like we are not the only ones."
Another two people are shadowing the further side of the area are watching as well.
"We found her." A female no doubt excitedly said.
"Yes, the dark Lord will be pleased."
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It will be started at the Order of the Phoenix to the Deathly Hallows. In so next chapter, Dumbledore announces Harry once he goes to Hogwarts.
A Blutbad (BLOOT-baad; Ger. Blut "blood" + Bad "bath"; pl. Blutbaden) is a wolf-like Wesen
Cessair – (KAH-seer) Of legend, name of the granddaughter of Noah, who was said to have led the first settlers to Ireland-a band of 50 women and 3 men whom Noah allegedly refused
The names O'Brannigan and Brannigan in Ireland are derived from the native Gaelic O'Branagain Sept that is taken from a Gaelic word that translates as 'raven'.