Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the final chapter of BloodRayne Chronicles of Blood: Origins. I hope you all enjoy it.

New York City graveyard

A few days later…

Dusk

The name McDougal was written in big block letters on the huge granite gravestone that was topped by a kneeling angel that had her hands crossed over her chest and gazed with a tepid glance of happiness down towards the list of names, possibly happy that the McDougal's were supposedly in a better place with their Lord. Rayne traced her fingers over the pale carved letters longingly, as if a tender touch could resurrect her family. Beneath the name, were the names of her family members from seniors to children.

Her great-grandparents:

Jack Benjamin Baker

Ellen May Baker

Her grandparents:

James McDougal, The Baker's son-in-law

Sara McDougal, The Baker's only daughter

Their children:

Tara Humphrey

Eliza Rebecca McDougal, Rayne's mother…

Connor McDougal and his wife Ruth

James Jr. McDougal and his wife Francine-Mary

Thomas McDougal, his fiancée Joy was buried in New Jersey so that she could be closer with her family the Irving's.

Her cousins:

Benjamin (13) and Catherine "Kathy" Humphrey (7) (the children of Tara and Charles Humphrey)

George and Ada McDougal (both aged 8) (The children of Connor and Ruth McDougal)

Penelope McDougal (2) (The only child of James Jr. and Francine-Mary McDougal)

The whole family was together just minus the fiancée. Rayne laid a bouquet of flowers at the foot of the grave. The dusk air was cold and Rayne was wearing a red dress with a white collar and buttons but she didn't mind. No one else was around except for Trumain, who waited at the graveyard gate with a taxicab. The whole city was getting ready for its nightlife to begin. Windows of apartments and skyscrapers were lit against the red, orange and yellow sky as birds were going to their roosts for the night, cawing amidst the honking of car horns and shouting of people, an environment similar to the one she encountered in London when she first arrived there in an opium induced state four years ago.

In fact, New York had changed over those four years. It seemed that hope had returned to the city as it appeared that work had been made more plentiful due to the newly established CCC (Civilian Conservation Corps) which was founded by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The long bread lines were still around but it appeared that they were thinning gradually. Speaking of bread lines, Rayne visited the Angels Mercy soup kitchen to find it under new management and a new name, the Lord's Charity. The spot where the former Gordon residence once stood was nothing more than an empty lot with a few anxious shoots poking out of the dirt.

Upon clearing the rubble, firefighters found Clayton's charred remains as well as the skeletal remnants of the fingers in the concrete. When the floor was broken up, police and workmen found six more skeletons of children. They also found the remains of eight other individuals in melted, warped cages, most likely the poor souls that were trapped in Patricia's secret room. Needless to say, the Gordon reputation of charity and kindness was put into question. No one knew where Patricia went and deciding that it would be unsafe to leave the fragile house standing, the city had it torn down, its victims were buried in a potters field to be forgotten once more as they had been in life.

Rayne gazed at the gravestone in solemn silence.

"I avenged you mom. I avenged you all." She said to the stone. She was silent for a little before she spoke again.

"Mom, I don't know if you can hear me or not but," she paused, taking a brief glance up towards the red sky before looking at the name again.

"I just want to say thank you. Thank you for raising me as your daughter. From fighting Ophelia mom, I realized where I get my strength from. It's from you. You were the strongest person I ever knew, and I just want to thank you for that, also…" her teary gaze swept over the other names. "Thank you all for raising me as a member of your family. It means the world to me…" she paused to wipe some errant tears from eyes and continued.

"But I can't stop with Ophelia guys. I have to find Kagan. I have to kill him before he harms anyone else and creates more suffering and misery. I hope you all understand this."

The names merely stared back at her, but she could feel a sense of approval somewhere deep inside. A chilly breeze blew by. It was getting darker, the light of the street lamps became bolder against the dusk air, it was time to go. She had to go back to the hotel with her adopted family. Tomorrow they were all going back home to England after having a little impromptu vacation in the Big Apple when they arrived to meet Rayne there. She said good-by to them and then she left.

She came across Trumain at the cab.

"Have a good talk with your family?"

Rayne nodded. "Yes, yes I did."

"Lets go…" he opened the cab door and ushered her in. The driver started his vehicle and drove off into the heart of the city, leaving the graveyard to its silence.

Meanwhile, in London, under St. Paul's Cathedral…

Even though it was daytime back in England, the disposition of the assembled group below the lofty cathedral was serious. The figures, five in all, were draped from head to toe in dark purple-red robes with hoods that completely concealed their faces. Their folded hands were resting on a thick, ancient, oak wood table with the Brimstone Society's symbol carved in the center, with similarly engraved silver goblets filled with red wine in a stone room lit by torches. A discussion was underway.

"What do you think Specter Lord? Should we take her in?" an elderly voice hailing from the cloaked figure on the right side croaked. The figure at the head of the table remained quiet but then he answered.

"Yes. I believe conscripting this dhampir that Trumain has sheltered would be in the best interest of the Society. I just have to convince Dark Man of this."

A snort came from the figure on the left.

"Good luck with that. He's a stubborn one. To him all dhampirs are true vampires regardless of their half human heritage."

"Don't worry Madame Eve, I have a way with words. I can get him to accept her. And if Trumain raises a fuss, I will just let him know that he was the one who encouraged this bird to stretch her wings." Specter Lord told her. All was quiet until another voice spoke from the figure on the right, second to the last one on the end.

"How will this be arranged? You cannot convince Dark Man on your word alone. He would want proof-"

"Mynce!" Specter Lord called out, cutting off the voice and a figure emerged from the shadows. The figures turned to see who it was. She was Asian in appearance, her round face was framed by a unique dark purple tuque (knit cap) and a few curly strands of black hair that was attached to a frame fitting suit of the same color, her boots almost reached up to her upper thighs and were attached to her clinging miniskirt by leather straps. She was quite pretty.

"Please tell this congregation here what you have for us."

Mynce read from a piece of paper she had in her hand.

"Mission Briefing: Reports have come in that young men and women, mostly identified as poor transients, have been disappearing from a small Yugoslavian village called Selo Ovčarski (Macedonian for Shepherd's Village). All the bodies were discovered dumped in fields outside of the burg and have been drained entirely of their blood. Selo Ovcarski has a history of vampire activity that stretches back hundreds of years but these recent activities have been causing a stir that has caught the attention of the outside authorities. The source of this disturbance has been pinpointed on three new vampires called Zdenka and Radovan Cheovic and their colleague Boris. It appears that they lure victims to a boardinghouse with the promise of hot food and shelter, where they then kill them and drink their blood.

To restore peace and balance to the area, Zdenka, Radovan and Boris must be dealt with swiftly and in any way possible before any more deaths occur.

- Report written by Agent Blade and submitted March 16, 1933.

"There you all have it. Rayne will prove herself to Dark Man through this. Are we all in agreement?"

The figures all nodded in unison. Specter Lord stood up and raised his goblet.

"Good, now let us drink to our agreement. I have a feeling that our decision will bear us sweet fruit."

The others got up with their goblets in hand and swallowed their wine. The meeting was adjourned and they all filed out. Mynce remained in the room, deep in thought. She took a photograph out of a pocket and looked at it. It was a picture of the Trumain family with Rayne's face circled in red. Mynce placed the paper on the table and put her finger on the red ink circle. Rayne's eyes looked fierce and determined. And Mynce couldn't help but wander…

What would this girl bring to the Brimstone Society?

With a yawn, Mynce packed away the articles and left the chamber. If only she knew what was ahead.

Alea Iacata Est

The die has been cast.

And so ends the prequel to BloodRayne, what did you all think? After this I plan on writing two ghost stories, one thats original and another based on Fatal Frame. I do plan on expanding on the BloodRayne Chronicles by detailing Rayne killing Zdenka, Radovan (the two vampires seen fleeing from her in the opening cinematic of the original game) and Boris. Then I will go into her initiation, first mission in Morton, Louisiana, and then I will cover the five years before the Argentina mission. During those five years I will have a story that will show how she met Hedrox the Infinite. I plan on making many fan fictions based on her adventures through the 20th to the mid-21st Century. It will take awhile but I will get there. Anyway take care, thanks for reading and have a great Holiday! Please Review! :)

PS: Mynce has made her fist appearance! Just thought I'd add that. :) What were favorite characters? Please review! :)