NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC- RP is closed. See ooc thread for setails if you want to join.

IC- The year is 1942. The world is in chaos. World War II is in full swing, with nations from across the world battling on three continents. And yet, few see the true horror behind the war. It has been orchestated by vampires. Three incredibly powerful vampires, and their most powerful ally. Death. At the moment, he flots over a battlefield in Africa, watching the carnage, absorbing suls of the dead to power himself.

Dracula, the lord of the Vampires, sat in castle in Germany. He looked out at the world. If all went according to plan, the human race would be so devasteated by it, he could easily take it over with his army of demons. He also had assignments for all his efficient generals. Vladmir, Katrina, Loki, and Karl. Come to the castle now, you have work to do.

In a small tavern in France, a man sat and scanned the bar. It was full of characters. No one noticed the German made rifle and longsword under his cloak. He waited to see if anything would happen.

OOC- Good guys, you're in the tavern to.

The night was black with stars illuminating the sky and a full moon. The small village was quiet, curfew was in effect this late and only a few street lights were on. Despite this, a small boy emerged from the alleyway; his clothes were covered in dust and grime. He looked left and right; knowing the soldiers with the two silver S runes on their collars were around, hunting him. He looked up in the sky, knowing something more dangerous was out there.

The boy was only eleven, probably twelve tops. He looked starved and thirsty; living in the sewer for several days was not pleasant. Then again, he had lost his parents to the police. Something about treachery to the German Reich, he didn’t catch it; he had only slipped from his bedroom window and ran for it. But, later that night he saw something that chilled him to his bones, Frau Koenig, a sweet middle age woman who regularly looked after him was behind held by another woman. The other woman’s head was at Frau Koenig’s neck. The boy had thrown a rock at the woman, striking her in the head. He received a woman, with brown eyes, blood on her lips, fangs in her mouth and pale skin. He ran, never looking back but hiding in the sewers.

Now, he was looking for something to eat, some bread hopefully that fell from a mess kit or maybe just a cup of water. As he moved through the alleys, he heard a strange flapping noise somewhere in the darkness. He spun, seeing a small object flying in the air and the boy promptly turned and ran with every ounce of strength he had in his legs. He swerved down the alleys, right…left…left...right…left…right…

He skidded to a halt when he found himself in front of a pair of wrought iron gates that led to the back of the town’s hotel. The boy squeezed himself through and stumbled to the other side. Panting heavily, he didn’t see the shape appear behind him.

“Such a hard run. Come to me. You need rest.” The soft, seductive feminine voice said from behind him. The boy turned and stared at a woman dressed in a beautiful black dress that shinned in the moonlight and a matching black coat. Her face was pale and her light brown eyes stared warmly back at him. She walked slowly towards him. “Come here…let me keep you warm.”

The boy just stared at the woman’s eyes, tears welling up in his own. The woman picked him up, a gentle smile on her face. “There there…I’ll make it all better.”

The boy stared at her crying as she wrapped the cloak around him and brought her mouth to his throat.


Countess Katrina Thanatos licked her lips clean of the boy’s blood and dropped the corpse onto the ground. The little boy had it coming to him, he had interrupted her dinner…one thing she didn’t like was being interrupted while enjoying a live victim. She remembered telling the German…that human… Sturmbannfüher Karl Weiss to send a group of his own men to the village to hunt down and kill the boy. Several days had passed and without any word of success the vampiress looked for him herself. This town was one of her favorite dinning spots and she didn’t need a small boy screwing it up for her.

So, she had dressed and taken flight as soon as the sun had set. She smiled as she stared down at the corpse. “Even for a few days without food, you still had some richness to you…but should have let you age more.”

Katrina stood there as she received the message from Dracula. She smiled, happy to be able to see the Count again. Licking the last drops of blood from her fangs she gave one last look at the body, making sure she didn’t leave any blood in him. Weiss’ SS should find him in the morning. They were good and worked very well for the vampires. Katrina thought about eating one or two just to set an example for the rest to get a bit better on the job. She had never been told about it was against any law to have an SS soldier for dinner.

Though, she concentrated on the task at hand. Closing her eyes, her body shifted smoothly back to the form of a large bat. Taking flight, she headed up into the sky, she sent a message to her husband.

“Vladimir, where are you right now? I just ate so I am heading home to get some things ready for our trip to see Lord Dracula.”

OOC: Finally! I was anxious for this to start.

It was another normal day for Sigmund Bacharach (Or as others knew him, simply as Sigmund Krieger to avoid being identified as a jew). The typical routine of find a vampire, kill a vampire, get paid by the guy who asked you to do it, and head on to the tavern. Like most times when he went, Sigmund was nearing the "drunk" point. But he didn't reach it there since the bartender knew the signs so well. Sigmund placed some money on the table and thanked, "Thanks again Amable."
The bartender took the money and responded, "No problem Sigmund. Well at least with this I'll now be able to take my family to Arabia."
"You're leaving?"
"Well yeah Sigmund. I mean, the war's headed this way to Europe and its not long before the nazis find out about... well, my faith." Sigmund was able to understand what Amable was talking about. The nazis were on a mission to wipe every jew off the face of Europe. And as it would seem, Amable and Sigmund were lying in the belly of the beast. Though Arabia seemed to be a nice place to run away too, the fact that Sigmund had a job here kept him from leaving. He was a nazi in a sense, but he was on a mission fighting vampires. Though he never went to Arabia, he wasn't sure if there were vampires out there since it was so hot and bright. Besides, he didn't have the money to afford a trip there.
Sigmund said, "Well good luck on that Amable. I hope you find safety out there."
"Yeah, I'm sure I will. Of course if the nazis end up in Arabia... (sigh) I might as well be in Russia..." Amable left the bar and went back to washing his mugs and Sigmund remained on his stool.

Raphael, not his real name but the one he'd been going by a long while, sat at a table on the side drinking a cup of coffee, well coffee substitute as the real thing wasn't really available in France anymore. These Germans were full of war, much as thier ancestors had been, yet the weapons used in these wars would scare even the legions of Rome.

On very rare occasions during this war he wondered if his kinsmen, by immutable blood rather than any more binding manner, were right in thier goals of the destruction of humanity, but then he differed in a fundemental manner from the demons of hell. He was a demon of earth and thus while occasionally troubled by those thoughts had long since decided that humanity would rise or fall on its own.

There was a few humans he knew he wouldn't mind if they fell sooner than later, the leadership of the Third Reich. Even the Kaiser hadn't been as brutal. The Nazi leadership was making it very difficult on those without papers and he was close to two thousand years to early to have gotten those papers and was stuck more or less in the same local in France.

With a sigh at the immutability of that which he could not alter, he finished his coffee and went to the bar to get a refill.

OOC:yes!

Dark.Full moon.Just arrived exactly where he was told to Loki went to the club impatient ordered a drink.Then, "awww wonderful my second master is calling" "I wonder if everyones here already" He sends a message to Lord Dracula telling him he'll be there in an hour theres someone that catches his eye.

Dracula's not happy with this.Fine I'll take him to go. I wonder where Raphael is he says in his head then walks out the door and flies away.

Eversmann calmly walked in and sat in a stool, and ordered some beer. He looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary exept a suspicious man with a cloak. The bartender said " rough night?"
"you can say that" replied Eversmann.
"heres your beer."
"thanks"
Eversmann finished drinking the beer, and paid the tab.
"well I gotta get going, I'm on patrol"
"stay safe"
Eversmann walked out and went on patrol. Thinking to himself that this is a nice peaceful town despite the war. Regrouping with two more buddies they set on patrol, while walking exchanging jokes, they saw something laying on the ground lifeless. They slowly walked up to it guns ready, Eversmann kneeled down to it and saw the face of a young boy, two pencil sized holes in his neck. Eversmann slowly got up and grimly told Jim the radioman to call HeadQuarters about this murder. Eversmann looked around slowly and then up in the sky with fear, hurt, and grieve in his eyes.

Thomas had a small meal with himself away from the light near the bar. Toying with his hands, he felt strangely restless. He scanned the bar for anything interesting.

A bartender, a German soldier on break, a few patrons, two strange men in cloaks, nothing much can be observed in the dim light. He turned back to the velvet bag where he held his rifle parts. He took out the telescope and cleaned it with a handkerchief. It reassured him a little.

Something is missing. Something is going to happen.

The new barmaid asked him if he wanted a drink. What she actually meant was if he was going to just hog the seat without paying for anything. He gave her a few coins and replied, "No".

It tells you something, when you get old enough to be impatient for something exciting to happen.

A tall medium built man stood at the balcony of his German Countryside estate. He was dressed in an elegant red and black vest with a white undershirt and high leather boots over his black pants. He gently swirled the thick red liquid in his wine glass before gulping it's remainder and setting the glass down on a the railing. The moon was shining beautifully in the clear, starry sky.

Well, this is the beginning of a dream, is it not? he thought to himself as he walked back into the darkness of his room. Then why do I not feel good about this? Why do I feel there is an invisible fault somewhere within this plan.

He ran his hands through his long glossy black hair and sighed.

"Master, do you request me to do anything?" a butler asked nearby.

"No thank you, Arcen," the man said as he walked to the nearby bookshelf and pulled out a book. Along it's cover, it had "Vladimir's Album," written over it.

The man chuckled quietly as he opened it up. Inside were poor quality photos of two figures. Although to most people, the photos were too dark to actually see anything, the man saw it perfectly.

In the photo, he saw an elegantly dressed man, smiling broadly as he was in the process of kissing the young woman next to him, who was in the middle of a fit of laughter.

In the next photo, the two were seated next to each other in large plush chairs, in a much more formal picture. The woman had an elegant red dress, the man dressed in a fabulous tuxedo.

"Katrina, my love..." the man whispered as he felt along the photo. Whenever his love went out to feed, he could not help but feel worried. Especially at a time like this. After all, vampires didn't merely go to the refridgerator to feed. Atleast not preferrably...

Katrina had told him she would be back soon...apparantly a little boy had caused some trouble as he had seen his love on the hunt. What if the boy got himself to a church? What if the boy had a weapon up his sleeve to kill her?

All these thoughts were stressing the man out and the only way he could put them on hold, was to drink blood and look at photo albums.

He was a vampire as well. Katrina's husband and powerful man. He was Vladimir, the owner of the marvelous mansion he currently occupied, and one of the three behind the rule of Nazi germany. And it was a plan he was feeling nervous about...especially when his wife was out on the hunt from a potentially harmful child.

"I should have gone with her," he growled to himself as he opened a nearby drawer from a desk, pulling out a pistol and studying it deeply.

Suddenly he perked up. Dracula needed him and Katrina in his castle immediately. Not without my Katrina...

Right after, he recieved the message from his wife and visibly relaxed. I have come back home a little over an hour ago and have been worried about you since. I am overjoyed to hear you alive and well enough to talk to me through the mind. I will be waiting anxiously for your arrival.

He smiled as he walked to his room to begin packing several pairs of clothing and a few weapons.

Dracula heard the excuses of his generals. He had a better idea. "Death." As soon as he uttered the word, Death himself arrived. "Dracula, what can I do for you?" Although Death was a far more owerful being than Dracula, he relied on death to power himself, so as long as the war continued, he would serve Dracula. "I need you to bring my generals to me."

"Of course." Death set out immeaditly. He transported to and fro, grabbing Loki, Katrina, Karl, and Vladmir. Then he appeared again in front of Dracula, the four standing in front of him. "Anything else?"

"Not for now." With this, Death disappeared again. "Well, good to see you're all here."

Eversmann requested permission to either get the body back to HQ or bury the boy. He got permission to get it back to HQ for examination. Eversmann found a blanket and wrapped the dead boy and carried him back to HQ. "so how'd you think this happened?" "i don't know Rivers, I don't know" replied Eversmann, who fell in behind his friends, only partially listening. Then and that moment the boy grabbed Eversmann's hand. Eversmann screamed and dropped the boy, the boy was extremely strong. and started to choke and bite Eversmann. his friends tried to pry the undead boy off him. Finally Eversmann started to black out, but had enough strength to get his colt. and shoot the boy, BANG, BANG. :mp5:. Eversmann fainted from lack of oxegen and shock. He woke up in a bed, groggy, vision hazy, Not recoginizing his surroundings he reached for his colt. "where am I". "Lieutenant, you're awake!" His vision started clearing and found himself in HQ's sickbay, he holstered his colt. "what happened?".
"We got word that you found a dead boy who then supposingly, hypothectically came alive and attacked you, correct?"
"thats what happened doc"
" But... whats even more strange is that the boy was drained of blood, and still came alive, I beleive this may be a vampire Lieutenant"
"Vampire?" laughed Eversmann. " I am serious Eversmann, There are other cases ot this happening!"
The doctor left leaving Eversmann thinking hard about this.

The bat form of Katrina flew over the estate towards the manor. As she watched it draw closer, she always marveled on how far she had come in her life. She had begun as a simple peasant, destined to marry another peasant, start a peasant family and live in a shabby home till she died. But all of that had changed when she had been abducted by a vampire and turned. Though she was still haunted by the memory of being raped, it held a blessing as she was discovered by Vladimir and ever since then she had never looked back. And she had been able to take revenge upon the vampire who raped her, who much to everyone’s surprise was a fairly wealthy vampire, not as much as her Vladimir but he still had money. After promise of being set free after he had handed all of his money over, he promptly gave it all to Vladimir and Katrina. But the second it happened, the vampiress ordered her servants to crucify the vampire and put the cross outside to face the sunrise.

The bat flew through the open balcony door and into the room. She knew Vladimir had been worrying about her. Despite a wonderfully orchestrated conflict between the humans, times had gotten dangerous. Weapons had advanced and despite immortality, she could still feel pain from bullets. She had been shot one by a young German policeman, whose head she promptly removed along with part of his spine.

She fluttered behind Vladimir, who turned to see the bat behind him smoothly melt into the form of Katrina. She gave him a kiss on the lips, the sweet coppery taste of her meal still lingering on her lips. “I’m back. Perfectly alright. Though I think I will have one or two of those Paranormal SS men next…make an example for them to do a little better.”

She gave him another kiss and a hug before she began to collect her things for the trip. Lord Dracula didn’t like to be kept waiting and if he had any flaw it was he was a bit impatient. Katrina had just placed a Luger pistol in her last bag and was ready to call Arcen to prepare the car when she felt the familiar cold hands of Death around her.

When the darkness faded, she found herself and Vladimir in a great room with Loki and Karl. She gave a brief nod to Loki and a small bare of her fang to Karl before turning and seeing the Lord of all vampires.

Katrina promptly curtseyed. “My Lord Dracula.”

Vladimir smiled when he turned around and tasted her lips as they kissed each other. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist. "My love, if those SS goons trouble you, then let us both show them what happens to failures."

They broke away for Katrina to gather her things as he made sure he had his things collected. Within his suitcase, there was a weeks worth of clothing, for he had no idea how long his comrade would keep them, several towels, hygene necessities, and several clips of ammunition for his pistols, which had found themselves within his cape, which he donned over a black jacket.

Suddenly, Vladimir shivered as he felt something cold touch the back of his neck, sending chills down his spine. Next thing he knew, he was within Dracula's presence, along with several other notable figures. A demon named Loki and an important figure of the SS Paranormal Division. He scoffed at them both, believing they were not necessary, but he would rather be extra careful rather than having the humans find out who was behind the mysterious kidnappings and killings during the night.

I hate it when that happens... Vladimir thought angrily as he recomposed himself and bowed elegantly. "Greetings, Lord Dracula. How do things proceed?"

While flying with his prize Loki senses something awww Death you have come for me Of course then let us go. An instant later, standing in the midst of Katrina, Vladimir, and Karl. Recognizing the acknowledgement from Katrina and then seeing one of his favorite beings in the world, he said My dear Lord Dracula wonderful to see you here you can have him an offering from the Underworld.(as he tosses the young man to Dracula's feet. So, where do we get started?

Headlights were seen approching the town by two SS sentrys on duty at the main entrance, the car rolled to a stop as a soldier walked out in front of it and the other walked up beside it raising his MP40 he said,

"Papers please..."

He lowered his head to glance in at the occupants with a flashlight..

"Sturmbannfüher!"

He took two steps back and clicked his heels, the other guard moved out of the way and did the same..

"I trust all is in order here?" a low deep voice came from inside..

"Yes Sturmbannfüher!"

"Very good"

The SS officer inside nodded and the car drove into the town slowly. The officer watched as the car drove by all the buildings on the way to it's destination, an inn where he would rest after his long journey from Munich.


The car slowly pulled out front of the building and came to a slow stop, the driver exited and opened the door for the officer, he emerged dressed in a long black leather trenchcoat, shiny tall black jackboots, black gloves and a dark green SS officers cap. He looked around from side to side, then up along the rooftops before he entered the inn followed by his driver, The officer was Major Karl Weiss, a young man who had been placed in charge of the SS Paranormal division after his graduation from Himmlers officer training program for the 'Black Order' at castle wewelsburg(SS headquarters). Karl was very educated and chosen for this postion due to his knowlage of the subject, Karl also qualifyed to have the title of doctor, many experiments were headed by his team, the kind that could have one dissapear if they ever opened their mouths to anyone.

Weiss looked around once inside the inn, after removing his gloves stuffing them in the trenchcoat pockets he took off his cap running his fingers through his black hair ensuring it was still slicked back the Major headed towards a seat in the middle of the room,

"Franz, book us rooms..the best they have.."

"Yes sir!"

The driver headed towards the reception desk,

"Two of the best rooms you have, same floor..close by yes?"

Karl glanced around the room studying everyones faces that he could see, being in the SS it was his duty to be nosy, also his right. He removed a pack of cigerettes from inside the trencoat opening the top, once he had brought it to his mouth he got up slowly and walked to the bar...

Once there he looked up and down the counter at the people before asking the bartender a question,

"Got a light?"

The bartender leaned over the counter and lit the cigerette for him,

"Danke..."

The Major continued to stand there with one hand resting on the bar, Karl knew people who had a reason to worry when the Gestapo or the SS were near tended to show fear, but that wasn't a reason to try and arrest them because everyone was scared of them anyway..suspects had to be talked to.

"Bartender! have you somthing in wine from...38?..maybe?"

Major Karl Weiss was not in this small town simply to stay at the petty little inn and drink wine all night growing suspisious of the occupants, no, he was here to ensure that the orders he had received were carried out, the orders came from the top, not Himmler, not the fuhuer himself...a higher figure that was not known to exist by anyone other than himself, well, to his knowlage anyways.

OOC: By Karl did he mean my charactor?..if so he will leave as soon as possible, it shouldn't be that long of a drive into Germany..well also depends where this town is. I will also edit to have the dark lords voice in Karls head telling him to come, he only came here to ensure the orders Katrina had given him were carried out.

Franz, the driver, came over to Karl who still stood beside the bar now drinking some wine,

"Sir, our rooms have been prepared.."

Major Weiss nodded then turned around,

"Good.." He said quietly

"It's been a long journey, perhalps we should turn in.."

"Yes sir, i will get your bags.."

The driver walked outside to collect Karls bags, he quickly returned closing the door with his foot behind him. Major Weiss tipped his glass right up pouring it's contents into his mouth, noticing that Franz was halfway up the stairs he set the glass on the counter, he removed his wallet leaving the correct amount for the drink along with a tip, Karl took one more look around the room retrived his cap from the table and headed up the stairs to his room where he would finally get some rest.

Once Franz had left Karl took off his trenchcoat hanging it in the corner along with his holster, his hat was tossed on a table, the young SS man took a Walther PPk from his trousers pocket placing it on the table aswell then took a seat, a voice entered his head...

Come to me..

Karl blinked twice, at first thinking he was hearing things..then he remembered this was how they contacted him,.. who they were, Karl was uncertian but he knew they ment him no harm, infact he had been carrying out their biddings sence he had been placed in command, he spoke quietly..

"How am i to come to you...sir?"

He glanced at the door then looked back directly in front of him to ensure no one outside of it was playing mind games with him,

"I am ready to carry out your requests, how am i to come to you?"

All of a sudden the room became cold, Karl felt a presence but did not fear as this often happened...a dark figure became visible but the Majors vision seemed to blurr at the very sight of the thing...

Then....darkness..

Karl opened his eyes to be sitting in a very well furnished room with afew others, his vision was still blury but slowly he was comming to....

"Where am i?" he said bringing his hand to his head...

OOC: There i have Rp'd the events leading up to death taking Karl to the dark lord.....

"Sturmbannfüher Karl Weiss. You failed me."

Katrina said in a cold tone as the German officer appeared in the room. Katrina had never met him, she had seen him and followed him by air a few times though. The vampiress stared at the SS Officer, knowing being the only female vampire it must have caught on with him of who she was.

"I am Countess Katrina Thanatos, my husband Count Vladimir Thanatos, our good friend Loki...and of course...our Lord Dracula."

The vampiress turned from showing everyone to Karl to turning back to him, she rose and walked slowly, almost seductivly up to him and stared into his eyes, her fangs were visible as she spoke in a menacing tone.

"I ordered you to have your men dispose of a boy in a villiage near our estate. Your men failed and I had to dispose of him myself. Your soldiers fail one more time...I will not only take great pleasure in having one for dinner before you...but also having you round up his family, including all brothers and sisters and their familes and having them view the proceedings before they are shot by you...children included...if I am full from my meal. If not...some will be dessert before you start the executions. I hope I made myself clear."

"Sturmbannfüher Karl Weiss. You failed me."

Katrina said in a cold tone as the German officer appeared in the room. Katrina had never met him, she had seen him and followed him by air a few times though. The vampiress stared at the SS Officer, knowing being the only female vampire it must have caught on with him of who she was.

"I am Countess Katrina Thanatos, my husband Count Vladimir Thanatos, our good friend Loki...and of course...our Lord Dracula."

The vampiress turned from showing everyone to Karl to turning back to him, she rose and walked slowly, almost seductivly up to him and stared into his eyes, her fangs were visible as she spoke in a menacing tone.

"I ordered you to have your men dispose of a boy in a villiage near our estate. Your men failed and I had to dispose of him myself. Your soldiers fail one more time...I will not only take great pleasure in having one for dinner before you...but also having you round up his family, including all brothers and sisters and their familes and having them view the proceedings before they are shot by you...children included...if I am full from my meal. If not...some will be dessert before you start the executions. I hope I made myself clear."

Yeah I hate to dissapoint you but I already found the dead boy.

"Sturmbannfüher Karl Weiss. You failed me."

Katrina said in a cold tone as the German officer appeared in the room. Katrina had never met him, she had seen him and followed him by air a few times though. The vampiress stared at the SS Officer, knowing being the only female vampire it must have caught on with him of who she was.

"I am Countess Katrina Thanatos, my husband Count Vladimir Thanatos, our good friend Loki...and of course...our Lord Dracula."

The vampiress turned from showing everyone to Karl to turning back to him, she rose and walked slowly, almost seductivly up to him and stared into his eyes, her fangs were visible as she spoke in a menacing tone.

"I ordered you to have your men dispose of a boy in a villiage near our estate. Your men failed and I had to dispose of him myself. Your soldiers fail one more time...I will not only take great pleasure in having one for dinner before you...but also having you round up his family, including all brothers and sisters and their familes and having them view the proceedings before they are shot by you...children included...if I am full from my meal. If not...some will be dessert before you start the executions. I hope I made myself clear."

Once his vision became more clear Karl stood very still, he was not frightened but very confused to what had just happened. He listened closely without replying as the lady adressed him, even by name, he recognized the voice as one he had heard many times in day dreams telling him to do certian things without giving reason, he carried them out as asked. Once she had given her name and social rank he clicked his heels and stood smartly at attention eyes following her as she seemed to glide across the floor. As the others were introduced to him he nodded showing he acknowlaged they were present, when she approached him he began to shake slightly as he looked into her eyes, once she had finished speaking to him he replyed,

"Countess, i apoligize for my faults"

He cleared his throat,

"That will not be nessasary, the taking of one of my men..i will ensure from now on that i will be present to supervise any order i happen to give, obviously my men do not understand the seriousness of this situation..war brings out the worst in everyone im afraid..well, mostly everyone.."

He stuttered slightly while he spoke, at some points it felt as if he was the only one standing in the room, this puzzled him as he could see others were present aswell.

"It will not happen again, you have made yourself perfectly clear Countess"

He bowed his head keeping a straight posture and serious look about him....

as Loki stood there in everyones head just because its what he did awww Vlad you find my assistance uneeded, you are mistaken and I shall prove it to you. Then he noticed Karl and how Katrina was addressing him poor human he thought she is one person i would not want angry with me, watch yourself Then he said "Katrina not so harsh after all he is somewhat useful and next problem like this i'll take care of."

Vladimir's eyes shot towards Karl. "The one that has caused quite a stress for my wife. And me," he said calmly as he slowly turned and walked directly in front of the SS officer, passing the demon with a sniff.

He disliked demons, believing them to be brash, brutish, and rather annoying. Humans, on the other hand, were subservient, curious, and delicious.

"My wife may have you brutally kill the boy's family, but mark my words, Sturmbannfüher Karl Weiss, if I see one wrong move, I'll be sure to brutally kill you," he growled as he straightened the man's jacket. He smiled, revealing his full set of teeth, his long fangs overlapping the other teeth. "May I suggest keeping your men in order. I am a strong believer in the theory that punishment is necessary to improve one's faults. I suggest you try it."

With that, Vladimir turned away slowly, giving Katrina a friendly smile. "How was the hunt, my dear?" he asked calmly, ignoring the others.

"Now, this is not nescessary." Dracula could care less about the boys family, bt the SS were an extremely valued part of his plan. "I am in fact pleased with what the SS are doing. They just have to do more. Now then, I have assignments for all of you. Karl, here are the coordinates of a small tavern in France. I sense something there. Investigate it, and exterminate it if nescessary. Also, I have secret documents for you. Experiments, if you will." Dracula turned to Loki. "Loki, you are to help Karl find this presence. I want everything to go smoothly. As for you, Katrina and Vladmir, I will speak to you in private. Karl and Loki, you are dismissed. There is an escort outside for you."

OOC- The presence is the hunters and Raphael. Also, Osteia, I'll TG you with what I mean by experiments.

Katrina eyed Karl coldly as he began to apoligize. Humans served two purposes in her life, as servants such as the ones back at the Thanatos estate and more importantly as food. She leaned in and smelled his neck. "Mmmm...perfectly aged, human blood is like wine. Gets better with age and is perfect at just the right time. Germans have always been my favorite dish."

The vampiress stepped back as she heard Loki. She turned and looked at the demon. She didn't like him but she tolerated him. He was useful and could get a job done better than the humans. She stared at the demon. "One must be harsh and brutal with humans if they mess up. They love life and if you threaten them with death and force them to watch death of friends and family and break them down...they are yours. If they do not come back as obideant servants...you kill them."

She turned to Vladimir and smiled. "The hunt was good, the boy had been hiding in the sewers so he smelled a bit and didn't have much food but he was still good. The boy's family is being held by the police Sturmbannfüher ...kill them immediatly, burning them would be perfect. Hopefully you can accomplish that."

Katrina stopped as Dracula spoke. She bowed her head and nodded. "Yes my Lord."

The Major knew that Dracula seemed to have an influance over the others, therefore he came to the conclusion that he would be attentive to the outmost hoping to gain his favor as the others in the room seemed to already have...

Karl raised his nose higher in the air as his tunic was straightened by the Count who's fangs were very visible but the Major acted as if he did not fear these beings, what the Count had said went through his mind but Karl knew if he did what he was asked correctly from now on he would be fine in their service.

Weiss knew that this Dracula charactor had a need for his services, therefore it was vital that he survived, if he could stay in the king of darknesses good graces no one would touch him, he turned to Dracula still standing at attention, he knew that these 'people' were not of the living, this excited him very much as he was obsessed with the tales he had heard as a young boy of such creatures.

After the one known as Dracula had finished speaking Karl replyed,

"My lord, i will do as i am asked to do...i am at your service.. divine lord of darkness"

He bowed below his normal level and held awaiting the order to rise....

I have failed once, i will not do it again... he thought...

"Awww good we'll be departing now my lord" Come along Karl before you get eaten I feel hatred in this place anyway. I know your afraid it's ok no reason to be.................yet. And I hope your not afraid of heights cause i refuse to wait walking with your men.As they departed they discussed what "prescence" could be awaiting them.

Vladimir took his wife's hand and kissed it gently. "When we return, we shall have a proper meal, my love," he whispered in Katrina's ear, before lightly kissing her on the cheek.

Turning to Dracula, he said, "I am all ears, Lord Dracula."

Dracula showed Loki and Karl to an escort convoy that would take them to the tavern in France. It would take a few hours, but they would arrive soon enough. He turned to Vladmir and Katrina. "My friends, I must admit, I am nervous. I feel a presence at that tavern. I hope those two can handle it. We must be cautious. No more hunts for awhile. You can stay here, I have plenty of victims. You're assignment is to stay here. I will have many thigs for you to do later. My castle has many things if you are bored. Vladmir, if those two fail, I will send you to deal with the problem. That is all. Make yourselves at home."

"Adieu" "Karl what could this Prescence possibly be that troubles our lord so?"
"You go with the cnvoy I'll fly I'll be near and connected to your mind so just think if you need to talk to me"and he disappeared

Katrina looked at Dracula as he told them he wanted them to stay here and what disturbed her was that he was nervous. They had orchestrated the whole war, puppetering a whole nation for their own purposes and Katrina never imagined in the years she knew the vampire lord he would ever be nervous. She felt a pang of hunger, a small child was not much of a meal and she would have to feed again. She bowed to Dracula and turned as she saw Vladimir leave the room.

She departed and caught up with her husband just as he killed a servant. Such a waste of food. She took hold of his arm.

"Vladimir. Please...calm down my love. I did not expect this and would rather be out doing something. I can sense your anger and need to kill. We could let a victim or two out on the grounds to hunt. There are gates so they cannot escape and we can have fun."

Vladimir's face immediately dropped. He despised being in someone else's home and he despised people being in his house longer than they should.

"Lord Dracula, I must say that if someone were to find this place and attack it, they'd find all three of us. We cannot take a whole army on at once, I'm sure. However, I will stand by in case you change your mind."

And trapped victims are not fun to hunt... Vladimir was on the brink of violence, perhaps not at either of the two present, but probably on an inanimate object or a random servant.

He bowed in acknowledgement before walking out of the room and down the hallway. A servant was walking towards him, when Vladimir picked him up by his chin and cracked his neck, before tossing him at the wall and muttering a curse.

I feel like a caged rat... he thought angrily. Suddenly, he felt something grab his arm. He spun around angrily, bearing his fangs, when a beautiful, calm face looked him in the eyes. Immediately, he cooled off, his eyes falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry my love. I just...I just don't like the prospect of being forced to remain in one place for so long...."

He looked back up, to Katrina's warm brown eyes and wrapped his arms around her. "But I shall remain if you will, my Katrina," he whispered, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Now I don't know how to pass my time," he whispered quietly, rubbing her back gently.

Katrina smiled up at Vladimir. "I don't like being couped up here either my love. But I figure we have no choice for the moment. Besides, Dracula banned hunting so it is not worthwhile to return home. Drinking bottled blood should only be done in the greatest of emergencies or at a party. Might as well stay here and enjoy the victims Lord Dracula has on hand. And see what happens to the human and Loki. This whoe business of Dracula being nervous bothers me."

Katrina kissed Vladimir and took him by the hand. "Come, I'll have the servants release a human for each of us on the grounds. Great amounts of land, plenty of room to hunt. And from the tastes of our Lord...they should be at just the right age."

She smiled broadly at him. "Come on..what do you say? Release that pent up anger on some young humans before you suck them dry."

Vladimir smiled and squeezed Katrina tightly before releasing her. "My love, you have a way with words," he laughed before nodding. "Alright then. Let us hunt humans."

As they began to walk the halls, he responded to Katrina's worries. "I am slightly unnerved by Dracula's strange act as well. I feel he is not telling us something. At the moment, it seems as though we are on the winning side."

Two days earlier...

Angus kept his back to the low wall as he listenned for the crunch of treads. Nazi dogs, closing. The sounds told him one Panzer, probably a single support unit, doable. Angus had taken on more, and worse in his lifetime. Horrors of the night that made a child's nightmares looklike bountiful dreams. The depravities of every sort that made his blood boil, figuratively. He could already do that in the literal sense.

As the tanks closed the distance, Angus readied his weapons. The good gear was stored, somewhere else, somewhere safe. Right now he was fighting with the more mundane weapons, guns, grenades, and a keen intellect. That last was his favorite. Got him out of tight spots with minimal effort.

The Panzer was just within tossing distance. Pulling the pin, he tossed it, to hear it land, the handle click, and it roll, without exploding. That had been tricky. The soldiers stopped and raised their guns, while one bent down to see just what it was that had landed near them. Angus waited, then he heard the beginning notes of his symphony. "It's a dud..." BOOM! Angus heard the music of the explosion as his hand loosened from its clenched position. Pulling another few pins, Angus stood and threw another three, these exploding in mid air, frying the Nazis as they raised their guns to fire.

The tank had stopped, and the hatch now opened as the commander tried to see what was going on. Three rounds of Angus's rifle took the man's life as Angus closed the distance with unnatural speed. Climbing onto the tank, Angus took his remaining greanade and pulled the pin, firing again as the tank's loader popped out with a gun on the enemy. Angus got pinned for a second, but managed to rise for the second needed to send his knife into the loader. In another scramble, Angus reached the hatch, removed his knife, and then pressed the grenade against the dead body of the operator before shoving the body down with the present to his comrades. The hatch was closed in almost the same second as Angus leapt off, listening to the explosion inside tear into the shells as the behemoth went up in flame.

In less than fifteen minutes, Angus was back at his safe-house, hiding his weapons, changing his clothes, and then using a rear stair-well to get to the roof, which gave him access to another pathway, taking him from the scene of what the occupying Germans would call a "crime of treason" and to waiting arms of his fellow Resistance fighters.

"Angle?" they started, an inside joke that came from his Britannic descent and easily punned name. "What happened?"

"Took out a Panzer and its infantry support. There were others in the area, and trust me, I wasn't followed."

"Good." Jean spoke. "Stay here for an hour, then head back to your place. Phillipe wants you in Parie in two days time. I'd suggest you get yourself there. You remember the tavern where he goes, Oui? Meet him there."

"Oui. I'll be there," replied Angus, in perfect French.

Two days after the attack

Angus strolled through Paris, looking inconspicuous by not trying. He had been well trained in the art of espionage, and knew how to go about unnoticed. He rarely glanced over his shoulder, using windows and mirrors whenever possible. He walked with a purpose, and soon was at the tavern. Seeing Phillipe, he sat at the resistance leader's table, greeting him as he sat. "Bonjour, Phillipe. How are you?"

"Well, my friend. Have you kept yourself well?"

"Oui. I was interested to recieve your invitation. What can I do for you?"

Phillipe slid a small tray of bread to Angus. "I feel that I have stuck my neck out a little too far. As of this morning I have the papers to go to Algeria and hide for a little while. I just wanted to say god bye to you, and to thank you for all of your help. Your assistance to the cause has been tremendous. I was also told to pass this on to you, Malthazian," Phillipe took out a sealed envelope.

Angus looked up from the bread. He had told nobody. How did Phillipe know?

"I can see your question. Your boss, Prelate Benedict, sent me this letter. One of your fellow fire benders brought this in to me. It was he that told me I had been compromised. In exchange for my assistance, they offered to lubricate the gears necessary for me relocation." Phillipe let the letter fall onto the table. "Keep yourself well, my friend." The Resistance leader stood, took his coat, and as he left, offered on last remark, "I hope that your troubles here may reward your Polish homeland as they will reward my country."

Angus opened the letter, and read carefully:

Angus, our informants have stumbled upon a dark and decieptful twist in this period of strife. I am personally asking you to handle this matter. Your job is to ascertain fact and report on any necessary information.

Our informant found evidence that this war may not be the mere work of, as you state, a total madman. Sinister forces are in the air, and it appears that the vampires may be involved in a very direct way with this war. We have nothing truly reliable, thus, I need you to personally investigate any and all possible leads. We shall need whatever tangible evidence that you can find, though your more, instinctual, premonitions will be evaluated as well. Keep correspondence open, you know the channels.

-B

So, that vamps could be at work. Not surprising, and not pleasant.

Katrina smiled at Vladimir as he accepted her offer for a hunt. As they walked down the halls, she looked at him and nodded. "He is hiding something from us I think. I think there is little if anything in the world that could shake the Lord of the Vampires. And it seems we are winning I must agree. Though the Japanese complicated everything with Pearl Harbor...well, once are done here we should teach them a lesson."

Katrina led Vladimir to a balcony where they stared across the ramparts of the castle and the vasts forests. She turned to Vladimir and smiled.

"Its a been a while since we had something interesting on the menu. So tonight, it isn't German or French...but..." Katrina pointed downward as three young women moved out of the castle and into the forests. "....Italian. Been a few years since we had some spice in blood. One for me, one for you...and one for dessert."

Vladimir smiled as he leaned against the balcony. "You always seem to know what's on my mind," the vampire said as he took a large breath of air, taking in their scent.

"I hope they put up a good fight," Vladimir said quietly as he began to unbuckle his coat, along with his cape, and shirt. Less things to get snagged in the forests.

"How about a little game, my love? First to find the third one after feasting on the first wins," Vladimir asked as he wrapped his arm around Katrina.

Katrina smiled and backed away from Vladimir. "Let the game begin."

Katrina melted into a bat and gave a screech at Vladimir before swooping down into the forests after one of the girls. She flew through the trees as fast as her wings would carry her, her eyes darting left and right as she searched for her prey. She never liked loosing to Vladimir, then again it was all in good fun. She finally locked her eyes on her target.

A young twenty four year old, raven black hair woman. Katrina sped up as she flew above the trees and followed her, watching as the woman ran. With fluency in several languages, she read the woman's mind easily and swooped down several hundred feet in front of her and transformed back into human form.

The Italian rounded a tree and paused, gasping for air. She had been imprisioned for nearly four years, kept fed, clothed and in good health for the monster that lived in the castle. Why they were being let go was obvious to her, the creature was tired of having them thrown to him like cattle and wanted to hunt.

The woman looked up and screamed as she saw Katrina. The vampiress grinned, not hiding her fangs as she pouned on her and quickly pinned the human to the tree. She smelled the human and licked the artery, quivering with excitment over her first Italian in such a long time and seeing if she truely was ready. She was.

"Don't worry my sweet. It will all be over soon...hush now...hush...its okay." Katrina put her lips to the artery and licked it again and smelled it. "You're perfect."

Katrina bit hard into the woman's neck, blood instantly gushed into her mouth and the human screamed as Katrina fed, the hot liquid pouring into her body as she drained the woman of life. After several minutes, Katrina pulled back, blood on her lips, teeth and chin. She looked down at the woman, the Italian's eyes twitched towards her and Katrina bent back down and sucked the last few drops of blood out.

Standing triumphantly over her kill, she licked her lips and teeth as she set off looking for their dessert, wondering how Vladimir was fairing with his meal.

Vladimir smiled as his love fluttered away. "A short headstart will even it out," he laughed, before he leapt off the edge, forming into a bat and following Katrina a short distance, before seperating the smells into three different ones.

One smelled sweet, very much so, much more than the others. That one would be saved for last. The other, smelled not nearly as sweet, but definately satisfying.

He swooped down low, before transforming once again into his human self, in full sprint. He could hear the girl running faster now. She knew he was nearby.

Vladimir leapt over a log and swung upwards on a branch, using the momentum to carry him to another tree ahead, and continued to do so until he was well ahead of the woman, before dropping in front of her.

"Boo," he chuckled as the girl screamed and fell on her haunches. Vladimir picked her up and set her back on her feet. "Well, carry on then."

The girl stared at Vladimir with a shocked looked, but when he beared his fangs, she screamed and ran again.

He chuckled as he ran after her. He was much faster than the woman could ever go, however he enjoyed playing with his meals, something his parents would give him a good smack for. But he didn't care at the moment.

Suddenly, the woman turned, and in one swift movement, brought a rather large branch to Vladimir's head.

However, the vampire caught it and held it firmly in his grasp. "It's time to end this," he growled, before pulling the branch away from the girl.

She began to run away again, however Vladimir caught up to her in little time and wrapped his arms around her. "Oh, come on now. Certainly you'd love to spend time with me," he whispered in her ear as he gently kissed the girl on the neck. Sweet...Succulent...

He spun the girl around, before smiling broadly. The girl looked at him in shock, before he sank his fangs into her neck, drinking the devilish delight. The delicious liquid gently poured down his throat, reinvigorating every little strand of his being. He drank slowly, tasting each gulp, relishing in the feel, the touch. It was...heavenly...

As he finished he pulled away gently and smiled at the woman's dieing face. One of fear and shock.

He breathed in the air and let out a gruff laugh. "Now for the next," he said as he began to run along the ground. He felt he could run around the world without stopping now. Blood made him feel...stronger.

There she was...barely visible, as she hid in the bushes. He moved silently from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Gotcha," he chuckled. He won't sink his teeth into her. She would be the romantic dessert for Katrina and him.

"Katrina, my love, Oh Katrina! I have a little present for you!" Vladimir called out as the woman squirmed in his grasp.

Katrina's bat form appeared in front of Vladimir and the girl, whose terror grew as the bat became the vampiress. Katrina smiled and walked up to Vladimir, kissing him on the lips.

"You win...this time."

Katrina then turned her eyes to the girl in Vladimir's grasp. Grabbing the woman by the lower jaw she ran her fingers down the arterys and veins in the girl's neck and licked her fangs as she lowered her head and smelled her. She had a very sweet smell to her that made the vampire's mouth water as the armoa entered her nostrils and the pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears.

She kissed the woman's neck before looking into her eyes and speaking softly in Italian. "Be a good girl. The one thing I hate is for dessert to be disruptive while we are having a romantic evening. And you're just the perfect treat after your friend. So calm down, we will be drinking nice and slow to savor your taste and body...we don't want the blood pumping too fast."

All her little talk did was panic the girl more, Katrina's smile grew as she wrapped her arms around Vladimir, sandwiching the poor girl between them. She licked one of his fangs, tasting his meal.

"Mmm...pretty good, hopefully Lord Dracula doesn't reuse these things over and over by drinking them halfway and letting them get well again. Now, since you won I think its only fair you get to be the one who gets the main artery and tastes this sweet wine first."

"You let me," Vladimir replied softly, tasting the girl Katrina hunted. Tasty, but rather similar to the one he had. Perfect for couples.

"Why thank you, my love. I will be sure not to drink it all," he replied with a wink as he got himself in position for the main artery.

Vladimir smiled as he wrapped his arms around Katrina, the woman still in between. He smiled seductively as he slowly smelled the woman's neck, giving a small nibble, barely drawing blood.

"Such a fine lass...certainly will be sweet," he said as he closed his eyes and continued to play with the woman by brushing his fangs against her neck, in much the same manner he would use as he got erotic with Katrina.

Finally, he sunk his teeth in her neck, immediately being met with a blast of very warm, very sweet blood. He pulled away in surprise and gasped.

"This one is delicious," he laughed as he licked the blood off the crying woman, before proceeding to feed.

While flying in constant contact with Karl, Loki senses something.
Karl I can see it and I can sense them humans mostly one hunter very good hunter theyre all trained to kill us, we may need back up.
Lord Dracula, Katrina, Vladimir I know who they are trained to kill our kind we may need your help I'm not sure Karl's men can handle them.

Karl replyed what had just happened over and over in his mind, it almost seemed unreal to him in so many ways,

It's impossible to fake being a vampire, they fit the description to the fullest...i never dreamed of such a thing..

He thought carefully, this could not be an act of trickery, it was all very real.

He fell asleep as the convoy sped through the German countryside and into France after afew hours, Karl had fallen asleep but awoke when the car pulled in to the town, slowly driving down the cobble stone street towards the inn then the Major ordered the driver to stop. He quickly got out and approached a building serving as an SS HQ for the town, once inside he moved quickly by guards and other soldiers and clerks typing or doing desk work, they all stood up saulting him as he passed but he hadn't the time to return it.

He stormed into the head officers office and the man behind the desk hopped up and gave Karl the Nazi salute,

"Major Weiss! i was...not expecting you.." an SS Captian said with a booming voice

"No time Captian Roth, i must inform you there are spys at the tavern down the way, i want you to assemble a storm group immeaditly! orders from the Gestapo!, do it quietly Roth!"

"Yes Major!"

The Captian clicked his heels and picked up the phone giving the orders, Weiss strolled around the room looking at paintings hanging from the walls and other decorations through out the office, he stoped in front of a picture of Adolf Hitler staring at it then turned back to Roth,

"It is done sir, will you be requiring anything?"

"Yes Roth, get me a cap, lugar with a holster and an SS greatcoat.."

"Yes sir! you can borrow my spares" an evil grin crossed his face suddenly for no specific reason...

Willheim Roth was a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes, the cold kind that looked as if they periced into anyones mind they made contact with. Captian Roth was a very violent SS officer, one of those big on summary executions, shoot first ask later..that is if he even felt the need. He was transfered from Auschwitz to Karls division, no reasons were given, Roth loved the power and was completely evil to the core, when it came to being an officer he was infact very loyal and would carry out any order given without question.

Three opel transport trucks slowly pulled into town, close behind a halftrack loaded with troops, a large nazi battle flag was attached to the hood of the halftrack, the vehicles stopped in front of the HQ. Major Weiss and Captian Roth appeared through the front doors of the building, Weiss lifted his nose in the air upon seeing the vehicles,

"We'll take my car..." Roth said walking over to a black Mercedes where a driver opened the door quickly to let both men in...

"Have the men surround the building quietly,tell them ensure that they are not spotted while getting into position..."

Roth nodded then a confused look crossed his face,

"Why...didn't the Gestapo come themselves?

"They are busy with the resistance of course, a tank was attacked along with a group of infantry support by the resistance..the Gestapo have their hands full at this present time.."

Roth nodded,

"Ahh, they will be lucky when the Gestapo catches them and not me"

He chuckled..

"We will cheak EVERYONES papers...this is of the outmost importance Roth, do you understand me? anyone that attempts to resist KILL them...."

The Captian nodded then reached into the front bringing an MP40 into the back,

**Clicck, cliccck** he cocked it..

"Yes Sir!"

The convoy left and headed for the inn with their headlights off, the halftrack broke off and headed up a side street that lead behind the inn....

Katrina smiled as Vladimir proceeded to torment the girl, torment maybe in the human's mind but what Vladimir was doing with his fangs was bliss to the vampiress. She stared at the girl, she smell of the blood was driving her mad. When Vladimir finally pulled back after his first bite, Katrina got the full blast of the aroma before Vladimir went back down to feed upon the crying girl.

Katrina heard Loki but chose to ignore him for now. Vampire hunters were humans and could be easily dealt with by humans. Besides, she was enjoying an evening with Vladimir.

She licked her fangs and let Vladimir feed for a little while longer before bending her head down and licking the other side of the human's neck. The vampiress bit gently, allowing her fangs to slowly enter the girl and she tasted the finest blood she had had in months. Outside of Vladimir's of course. She shuddered as she felt the warm, sweet liquid flow into her mouth.

Katrina moaned as she slowly drank, savoring every drop of prescious blood like it was a fine wine.

The convoy halted up the street from the inn, the trucks had stopped and the back was opened up allowing SS troops to file out all cocking their weapons in the process. Major Weiss and Captian Roth got out of the mercedes and walked down the line of troops looking them over,

"Very good" Weiss nodded to Roth who clicked his heels and stepped back..

"Now, we will have this place surrounded once i order you to fall out..inside that inn are very dangerous spys which must not be given a chance to run and must be delt with in any mannor we deem nessasary"

He paused letting his words sink in...

"It is important that if they fail to comply with what anyone of us tells them, they are to be immeaditly shot without question...anyone who resists is to be shot dead where they stand.."

"If for some reason any one of you feels threatened...you have the option to take the correct action to ..ease..your mind of what every worrys you may have, this order comes directly from the top.."

"Fall out"

Two sergents moved out in front of the group of SS men, they were all dressed in long dark green greatcoats armed with MP40's. Once the squads were established they fell into position all around the inn moving very quietly, Weiss and Roth took a group of eight men and headed for the door, Roth had an MP40 slung around himself but held his lugar in front of him.

**Bang** the door to the inn flew open...

Weiss, Roth and the other Nazi's filed through the door weapons trained on the occupants..

"Everyone hold where you are!! anyone who moves will be shot, my sergent here will be comming around inspecting your papers..do not try and get away this building is surrounded, any attempt to escape will result in your certian death"

Roth yelled at the top of his voice,

"Don't move! don't move! keep your fu**ing hands where i can see them! NOW!"

His face was turning red from screaming....

Weiss watched him,

It seems he has an anger problem, Karl nodded to himself....

Raphael had been just about to get up to get another cup of pseudo-coffee when the door bust open. "This is annoying." He muttered in a deceased language as the nazi stormed in. It appeared to be a general raid, or in other words a hassel. He shrugged, there wasn't much he could do about it. At least there didn't seem to be any who could see him as he was rather than appeared to be which was always a good thing.

He sat back as he awaited the paper police.

Sigmund was in for it again... If only he had left a bit sooner... Amable was shivering where he stood and felt he was doomed to die. Sigmund sat in his stool and prepared to meet with one of the paper police. He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his Walther P38. He would now have to kill a few nazis out of self-defense and get out as soon as possible without stirring up a large storm...

The sergent went around inspecting everyones papers carefully cheaking to ensure everything was in order, the other SS men stood there stone faced fingers ready to squeeze their triggers,

"We have been informed by an inside source that there are spys in this very room, anyone who comes across as suspisious will be arrested and sent to a very unpleasent place where they will be questioned..."

Weiss stated, his eyes scanned everyones faces..

"You will now be subject to a search"

"Sergent, take two men upstairs and toss the rooms"

"Yes sir!"

The Sergent quickly climbed the stairs followed by two soldiers, their jackboots pounded on the wooden floors,

"As long as we are given your full co-operation this can all end rather quickly, if not...we will do it the hard way" Weiss said loudly..

"You two, pat them all down...and remember..one false move and everyone will die!" Roth remarked..

Two SS privates handed off their weapons and moved forward to carry out their orders, Roth noticed the bar tender staring at him,

"What? why do you look at me! huh!"

He quickly crossed the floor and smashed the man in the face with his fist holding his lugar,

"Captian.." Weiss said quietly..

Roth backed off slowly then noticed a man digging in his pockets sitting at the bar,

"Nein! PUT YOUR HANDS UP! SCHNELL!"

Erik showed his papers, which said everything was in order. He saw the commander. He may have seen him before. Erik had with him a rifle, a longsword, and many other weapons. Eventually, he would have to fight. For now, he relaxed.

Sigmund quickly drew out his Walther P38 and shot Roth, but didn't even aim anywhere specific. Sigmund ran to the stairs that headed down to the basement. If he got lucky enough, he could lead some nazis down to the basement and use the darkness to his advantage. He shot the lightbulb to ensure no one could see him and waited for the nazis to proceed downstairs...

Raphael waited for the paper police, wondering what they'd say or do when he said he didn't have any papers. It'd also be interesting to see what thier take on his sixteenth century pistol, katana and rokushakubo. His book might be considered a spy book if they bothered to try and read it considering they'd be unable to read any of it.

A loud bang echoed through the room, the man at the bar had shot Captian Roth in his left shoulder,

"Ahhh! AHHHHHH!" Roth screamed..

**Pow**Pow**Pow**Pow**Pow** he fired quickly at the man running towards the stairs..

Three of the SS soldiers opened fire with their MP40's spraying in the direction of the shooter,

"There! that is who we are after, he went into the cellar!"

The Nazi's who were upstairs ran down to investigate followed by Weiss's driver Franz who held his own MP40,

"Soldier! throw a grenade down there and shut the door, now!" Yelled Weiss..

The back door to the inn was kicked in and three more SS troops flew into the room,

"Kill that bastard!" shouted Roth..

Two soldiers quickly moved towards the celler and threw two pipe bombs down, fired off two bursts and closed the door...

He's done now.. thought Weiss..

The soldiers seemed to be over taken by what had just happened focusing their attention on the task at hand, the others no longer seemed like suspects or they would have acted already,

"Captian, go outside your wounded, the rest of you! stay where you are!"

"Sir!" Roth moved through the open door holding his shoulder...

Two German motorcycles flew down the street, one went up a side street...

*BOOM!**BOOM!** both pipe grenades exploded...

OOC: It would be fair for your charactor to escape through a window or somthing in the celler but im sure i did not have to tell you this :)

Erik got up. His hand was on his sword. "I've had enough. I think you all should eleave. I'm getting rather irratated."

Sigmund saw the grenades and quickly rushed for the door to the food storage behind him and waited for the explosion. When the two explosions went off, it was enough to blow the door down, but not cause much damage to himself. Sigmund hid behind one of the shelves and waited for the nazis to leave. If he was lucky, he could get through this without killing anyone after all...

The Nazi's listened closely for any sound comming from the basement, Weiss nodded signaling two soldiers to go downstairs. They moved foward slowly down the stairs weapons ready, the faint sound of their jackboots stepping down the wooden stairs was all that could be heard,

"Come out! you are finished, come out with your hands up!" yelled one of the soldiers..

When a man stood up and spoke in the room Weiss looked at him which a shocked expression and stared into his eyes, the man was not scared just very annoyed..

"If you will please take your seat sir, this is almost over..please.."

Karl turned his lugar sideways and gestured down...

Roth was outside leaning on the Mercedes cursing and swearing holding his wound pistol still gripped tightly in the same hand...

The soldiers on the stairs spoke again,

"Come out! we will not shoot, you will be arrested..there is no need to die here..come.."

They were not too keen about going into the darkness searching blindly for an armed man,

"Sergent! maybe we got him!"

"Nonsence! he's not dead untill i see a body!" barked the sergent..

Weiss noticed everyone in the room was going impatient,

"If you will all bear with us, there is a dangerous suspect in that celler..once he is in our custody you are all free to go!"

His eyes drifted back to the man who had spoke up, he continued to stare but somthing about him kept Weiss from challenging him...even with all the soldiers present.

Sigmund heard that one before. He was not going to let himself be arrested. Besides, they claimed they wouldn't kill him. But once they found out what he was... he would suffer a fate much worse than death. He continued to wait for the nazis to leave and kept his gun at the ready to kill anyone who would come near him...

The two soldiers looked at eachother then stepped to the bottom of the stairs,

"Pssst, when he fires we will see his muzzle flash...get him then.."

The other soldier nodded and they both seperated side stepping to both sides of the room,

"You don't have to die in this dark, damp, celler..make yourself visible, toss your weapon out here..you don't have enough bullets for all of us..perhalps another grenade would change your mind?"

Their vision became better and they spotted a door blown down in the corner and an over turned book case,

"You don't want to die, and neither do we..come out, our commander will show mercy if you give him the required information"

One of the soldiers said quietly, both soldiers took a firing stance and two more rushed to the top of the stairs...

Weiss kept his eyes on everyone else, he was still suspisious of the others but he didn't need another gunfight. Roth was still outside talking to himself, going on about how he was going to kill everyone although Weiss would not let that happen, the Major was not a butcher like Wilheim Roth.

The soldier was right. Sigmund had only six shots left, but there was one thing they didn't know... He grabbed a sword he kept hidden from sight. It was rumored to be from the Third Crusade, but it still helped Sigmund quite a bit in his vampire slaying jobs. He waited for a soldier to pass by, and as soon as he saw one, he slashed across the soldiers neck... (What happens next is left to you Osetia, just don't kill Sigmund please.)

The soldier was right. Sigmund had only six shots left, but there was one thing they didn't know... He grabbed a sword he kept hidden from sight. It was rumored to be from the Third Crusade, but it still helped Sigmund quite a bit in his vampire slaying jobs. He waited for a soldier to pass by, and as soon as he saw one, he slashed across the soldiers neck... (What happens next is left to you Osetia, just don't kill Sigmund please.)

The soldier seen the sword and cryed out as it barely missed his neck and slid across his chest,

"Mein Gott!!"

The soldier dropped the MP40 to the floor and fell down scrambling quickly towards the stairs, the other soldier was terrifyed and started firing bursts but he stepped backwards and tripped over his commrade crashing to the floor firing in the air,

"Ahhh! ahhh!" both soldiers yelled at the top of their lungs and scrambled towards the stairs one still firing into the darkness...

"He's got a sword! he cut me! he cut me!! im bleeding Major, Major!"

The wounded soldier appeared at the top of the stairs holding his chest with both hands, the second crawled up behind him then turned around,

"Grenades!"

Three soldiers hurried over and one after the other they tossed pipe bombs into the darkness...

5 seconds later...

*POW**POW**POW**

Everyone ducked and took cover as debris flew up the stairs, the soldier who had been attacked with the sword didn't have life threatening injurys but he had the shit scared out of him.

OOC: If Sigmund was to escape that, he would have 5 seconds to act quickly before he got blown to hell....

There was nowhere for Sigmund to run this time. This time, he barely got out of the way of the bombs that would blow him alive, but sent him flying near to the end of the stairs. The nazi soldiers would be able to see him now, but he was going to face them off with his sword and do his best to try and not miss the neck this time. He ran down into the darkness and back to the place he was hiding in. He looked around and found the M40 that the soldier had dropped and picked it up, ready to use it against the nazis...

Raphael sighed, it seemed that the guy was a bit of an idiot, or bad at dealing with stress. You don't just fire at a soldier when he had a large amount of back-up and an escape route. He was probably either a newly joined up member of the Resistance or a Jew and panicked.

Looking at the nearest noncom or officer and asked in natural german, with a Bravarian accent, "How much longer might this take?"

God bless the Order.

If there was one thing that the Nazis respected, it was the Church. Even Hitler didn't dare try to take out the pope. "Course, the pope was being rather political at the moment, but at least the Italians wouldn't give him up. That allowed Angus a manner of escape. But right now, he was more concerned with helping the warrior that had just gotten himself into a heap of trouble.

Watching the soldiers, he carefully directed the blasts that were sent out by the grenades. Hopefully that, and whatever evasive action the man was taking, was enough to keep him alive. He waited for the next round. Time for another "Exploding Dud" trick. He had remained seated, oblivious to the debris, and noted the, interesting, man's question to one of the noncoms. What the hell is a Bavarian doing in Paris?

OOC: I would suggest Sigmond surrender, my Major is under strict orders to take care of the 'problem' therefore they will not play around with him any more..he will not be killed on the spot, he will have to be transfered to be questioned.

The soldiers waited at the top of the stairs, Major Weiss was tired of playing games with the shooter,

"This will be your last chance to come out unarmed, after that i promise that you will die!"

Yelled a Sergent in German, then he repeated it in French...

Karl turned to a man who had spoken to him with a Bavarian tone to his voice, Major Weiss turned around and nodded to him,

"Ahh, it will not be long now..he has no where to go" Weiss smiled...

Roth was growing impatient but had stopped his swearing and stood there being attended to by a German field medic, he still held his pistol in his right hand,

Weiss stepped foward brushing the Sergent out of the way,

"I am Major Karl Weiss of the SS, surrender now and i will ensure that my Captian you happened to shoot will not be permitted to kill you! If you do not come out of that basement i will have the owner and his family SHOT for taking in a spy...like i said, my wounded Captian is egar to shoot some one and im sure he does not care who it is right now...their lives are in your hands.."

Weiss looked around the room, he hoped his threat would work, as much as he didn't want to do it a point had to be proven here tonight so others would not act as this man had done. As no reply came Weiss nodded to the SS Sergent who immeaditly grabed ahold of the bar tender and drug him outside, the man pleeded with the soldier to stop but the dissapeared around the corner.

Afew moments later a Leiutennet appeared in the doorway,

"Sir! we have three more prisoners outside awaiting execution, the wife, teen daughter and a young boy"

Weiss nodded,

"Did you hear that! four people will be shot for harbouring a spy if you do not come foward..."

Common out of there, don't make this happen... Karl thought...

Beads of sweat ran off his forehead but he quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand, the SS LT appeared in the doorway once more,

"Sir! we have found a fith person hiding around back, claims he is the brother of the owner..."

"Alright, detain him.." Weiss replyed..

An opel transport parked with it's headlights shining at the wall where the civilians were lined up facing the lights, Roth walked up the line staring in all of their eyes then stopped in front of the owners brother,

"What are you looking at.." he asked calmly..

"N..nothi..nothing" the man stuttered..

"Oh, nothing..i see.." said Roth then turned to walk away..

Quickly he turned around his his lugar pointed at the mans forehead,

"You lied to me, said you were not looking at anything..but in the truth of the matter you were looking at me"

"N..no..i."

*POW* Roth shot the man through the head..

Weiss shook his head and thought,

Jesus chirst forgive me..

"Captian hold your fire!!" Yelled Weiss..

"Yes sir!" Roth replyed,

"One tryed to escape, it looks as if the others are thinking the same thing!" He chuckled..

The captives were trying hard to stay quiet as they were told, they stood there shivering and once and awhile one of the girls would wimper....

Katrina smiled as Vladimir proceeded to torment the girl, torment maybe in the human's mind but what Vladimir was doing with his fangs was bliss to the vampiress. She stared at the girl, she smell of the blood was driving her mad. When Vladimir finally pulled back after his first bite, Katrina got the full blast of the aroma before Vladimir went back down to feed upon the crying girl.

Katrina heard Loki but chose to ignore him for now. Vampire hunters were humans and could be easily dealt with by humans. Besides, she was enjoying an evening with Vladimir.

She licked her fangs and let Vladimir feed for a little while longer before bending her head down and licking the other side of the human's neck. The vampiress bit gently, allowing her fangs to slowly enter the girl and she tasted the finest blood she had had in months. Outside of Vladimir's of course. She shuddered as she felt the warm, sweet liquid flow into her mouth.

Katrina moaned as she slowly drank, savoring every drop of prescious blood like it was a fine wine.

Vladimir felt the woman's strength waning, her breath becoming shallow as there was not enough blood to keep her alive. He could feel the woman try to push Vladimir off of her neck, but her strength didn't last, only resulting in brushing his hair slightly.

The vampire's senses were going crazy as he felt full and resfreshed from the two delicious meals. He slowly let go, letting his wife recieve the last few gulps that remained in the cold woman.

He walked behind Katrina and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You always knew how to cheer me up, my love," he whispered as he kissed her neck. His dark eyes looked to the side at hers and he smiled. "I love you so much."

Sigmund was ready to fight to the end but when he heard Amable and his family were arrested, he was no longer willing to go on. It was better he die than let Amable's family suffer for what he did. Sigmund stepped up the stairs with the M40 in one hand and dropped it when he got to the top. He kept his hands up to make it appear he wasn't about to attack. If they planned to search his items, it would be all over for him unless he could escape somehow...

Raphael frowned as it seemed that the man in the cellar had three options, solo suicide, surrendering which would likely lead to death by torture or suicide and taking a few nazi with him. None of the options were good, but if the man was a resistance member as he suspected, he'd take the third and quite possible kill a few innocents as well.

As he waited for the drama to play itself out to its almost certainly blood end, he heard the one who appeared to be a Major of the SS put the fate of four, then five, civilians.

"Great, this day just gets better and better." He thought with a mental sigh. When the wounded captain shot one of the five, he added to his mental dialog with a growl, "That one is filth." Concentrating on the Luger, he cast a minor spell that would cause the next round it'd fire to jam and possible detonate on the captain.

Sigmund was ready to fight to the end but when he heard Amable and his family were arrested, he was no longer willing to go on. It was better he die than let Amable's family suffer for what he did. Sigmund stepped up the stairs with the M40 in one hand and dropped it when he got to the top. He kept his hands up to make it appear he wasn't about to attack. If they planned to search his items, it would be all over for him unless he could escape somehow...

The Germans at the top of the stairs watched the man emerge from the basement dropping the MP40 to the floor,

"Hands high! quickly!" The SS Sergent yelled in the mans face..

The soldier who had almost had his head sliced off was sitting in a chair in the corner, his commrade who had went into the basement with him returned the weapon to it's owner. Two soldiers patted him down throwing everything he had to the floor, Weiss watched closely as odd items were spotted...

"Get him in my car, grab that stuff aswell..we are taking him into the country"

"Yes sir!" The sergent replyed to the Major..

The SS Lt. entered the room as the prisoner was almost out the door,

"Sir! what of the prisoners who helped the spy?"

Weiss looked at everyone in the room, then at the prisoner,

"Release them..."

"Bu.."

"Did your ears fail you? i said release them NOW, i am a man of my word.."

"Sir!"

The officer left the room and Roth came in with his lugar, it looked as if he wanted to say somthing about the Major's orders but stayed quiet stepping to the side letting the prisoner pass him by. The Captian quickly walked up to Weiss and wispered,

Major, you must let me kill him..he shot me!

"No Captian Roth, go to headquarters and remain there.."

Roth placed his lugar inside his holster and clicked his heels, turned about and left the room, it was obvious he was dissapointed but it was not his place to argue with a senior officer, certianly not Weiss who was connected to Himmler directly.

The SS soldiers filed out of the room, Weiss's driver had went to his room to collect all the Majors property he had left behind, when he passed and headed towards the car Karl stopped in the doorway holding the door slowly lifting his right hand he tipped his cap to everyone who was watching..the door closed.

"Ok, there is a chateau in the country where we are taking this prisoner...i want this whole detail on escort"

"Yes sir!" replyed the LT.

Weiss looked at the body on the ground, he was face down in a puddle of blood,

shame... Weiss thought,

As he got in the Mercedes he thought about the innocent dead man, Karl knew many violent SS officers like Roth, most of which still continued to work at Death/Concentration camps. Inside the car Karl looked at the prisoner,

"Tell me, what are you doing here...?"

He removed a pack of cigerettes and offered Sigmond one...

"I have your papers and other items, i gave you an option that helped your situation, now you help me in mine...you would have been dead if i were not here..."

The driver pulled out and started driving up the road the cold air comming through the open windows...

OOC: What kind of items did he have on him?? if he has luggage i could of had it loaded into one of the Opels....

Hehehe thought i was going to kill them all didn't you? :)

Goddamn Nazis!! Angus inwardly swore. Some people were just morally depraved, and some weren't even people. It took all of his self control to not roast them all. That would draw attention that he wasn't willing to have.

Then he saw the fellow freedom fighter, if he was that, emerge. From the sounds, the guy handled a sword too well for a guerilla fighter. Still, knowing the Nazis, that guy would be interrogated, and once he told all he knew, the family would be shot in front of his eyes. He began looking around for options. This was an explosive situation, and it was beyond diffusion. So it had to be set off, and set off in Angus's, and the other Resistance fighter's, favor.

As Loki watched this battle start and eventually end he thoght barbarians we immortals fight much smoother Karl when you need me let me know ok? Dracula,Katrina,Vladimir, nevermind I underestimated Karl's men.

As Loki watched this battle start and eventually end he thoght barbarians we immortals fight much smoother Karl when you need me let me know ok? Dracula,Katrina,Vladimir, nevermind I underestimated Karl's men.

The Mercedes drove down the country roads followed by a halftrack and three opels, Karl heard Loki's voice in this head and he thought back...

It's under control my friend, we are headed for the Chateau i have been given in the countryside..

Karl puffed of his cigerette still holding the pack out so the prisoner could take one.....

"Well...do you have easy answears for me?"


Weiss stared at him with a stone cold look....

"Wonder if he had a couple co-resistors stashed somewhere and took the proverbial bullet for them." Raphael thought as with the altercation the checking of papers of and the searching of the inn was generally forgotten, a lucky break for him.

Deciding to go for a walk he headed up to his rented room and picked up his various stuffs, all but two of them stored in a sturdy pack that had endured for quite a while now with only a few patches needed.

With his rokushakubo in one hand, and the katana in it's sheath along his back, he headed out of the inn for his walk.

OOC: What kind of items did he have on him?? if he has luggage i could of had it loaded into one of the Opels....

Hehehe thought i was going to kill them all didn't you? :)

OOC: He doesn't have luggage, and neither does he have papers. He has on him, one sword, twelve wooden stakes, a Walther P38 and a STAR OF DAVID! If anyone sees that, its to the camps for him... Well usually it would be...

IC:

Sigmund brushed the cigarette away and simply responded, "What do you care? Isn't your job to kill me?"

OOC: He doesn't have luggage, and neither does he have papers. He has on him, one sword, twelve wooden stakes, a Walther P38 and a STAR OF DAVID! If anyone sees that, its to the camps for him... Well usually it would be...

IC:

Sigmund brushed the cigarette away and simply responded, "What do you care? Isn't your job to kill me?"


OOC: Oops, i will edit after this post...

Karl laughed quietly putting the pack inside his leather trenchcoat,

"Ahh, see that is where you are mistaken..i was given limited information on you my friend, it seems you had some very intresting possessions on you when you were arrested by my men, but my intentions are not important at this time..first i must obtain some information from you, also you are a jew..am i not correct?"

Weiss smiled taking a puff from his cigerette, he blew the smoke in Sigmund's face then continued,

"It is up to you how i obtain the information i need, we can do it one of two ways..the easy way, or..a way in which i am not fond of myself..at this moment i am being watched by my..superiors who have taken an intrest in you and told me where i was to gain your company"

He paused,

"We will discuss this matter more in depth once we arrive at my Chateau"

The car pulled up a dirt road and crossed a stone bridge turning onto another long road, at the end was a very large mansion that was becomming more clear as they continued to drive on. The car pulled around in a circular driveway and stopped in front of the main entrance, a large Nazi flag hung above the door,

"After you?" Weiss said quietly..

The convoy pulled in close behind and the other SS troops filed out of the trucks forming up in lines beside their vehicles.....

Sigmund was rather confused. What did Karl mean by his "superiors"? And how were they "watching him" at this moment? Whatever he meant, he would probably find out sooner or latter. Sigmund followed Karl into the chateau and asked him, "Alright then. What do you want from me?"

Katrina smiled as she laid her head back on Vladimir's should and smiled. "After several centuries of marriage I hope I know you."

She heard Loki's second message and grinned and quickly sent a message to him. "I hope then is all going well? How many hunters have been captured or hopefully killed?"

Katrina rotated and looked at Vladimir. "I hope you got the same message as I did from Loki. It seems things went over very well in France. That Weiss is actually fairly competent at doing things besides picking up dead bodies."

"I would hope so my love," Vladimir laughed as he continued to kiss his wife on the neck, tempted to brush his fangs on her neck. "If he didn't I do not know what we'd do with all the blood we'd have to suck," he chuckled.

His eyes fell to the body of the now dead woman and he smiled. "I have to say, they were so very enjoyable. I almost regret having to kill them."

Returning back to the subject of Weiss, Vladimir slowly pulled his head away and looked into Katrina's eyes. "Do you trust him? I find it rather unnerving if he were to reveal to the public about us. Either he'd attract the attention of vampire hunters or he'd be declared mentally unstable. However, we have been able to elude or kill vampire hunters thus far. Do you not worry that we may not be able to do so with the latest hunters? With their weapons and such?"

[QUOTE=Brazilam;11763651]Sigmund was rather confused. What did Karl mean by his "superiors"? And how were they "watching him" at this moment? Whatever he meant, he would probably find out sooner or latter. Sigmund followed Karl into the chateau and asked him, "Alright then. What do you want from me?"[QUOTE]


Weiss took off his trenchcoat and cap handing them to a Butler that met them at the door. The mansions interrior was amasing, marble floors, large oak stair case that went up four floors high with landings at the end of each set, beautiful works of art covering the walls.

"Easy now, relax...come into the parlor, this way.."

He gestured to a room on the other side of the foyer. They walked through two large oak doors into a room done in black and red,

"Have a seat, would i be so bold to assume you are willing to co-operate with me mr.?"

Karl walked over to a table and poured two glasses of Brandy, he walked over and held one out to Sigmund,

"Start by telling me what your goal was....then...do you have other group members? how about the resistance?, how you managed to stay out of..the uh..camps.."

Karl waited for the prisoner to take a seat watching him closely....

I have aquired a prisoner, i will question him about others...if there is any Karl thought hoping to communicate with the Vampires....

Sigmund sat down and sat the brandy next to him. He answered Karl in four simple segments, "My goal was to kill you and escape, I work alone, I don't work for any resistance groups, and I just got lucky staying away from your concentration camps." Sigmund knew well enough what Karl was reffering too, but now he felt he was about to witness the true horrors there pretty soon...

Sigmund sat down and sat the brandy next to him. He answered Karl in four simple segments, "My goal was to kill you and escape, I work alone, I don't work for any resistance groups, and I just got lucky staying away from your concentration camps." Sigmund knew well enough what Karl was reffering too, but now he felt he was about to witness the true horrors there pretty soon...

Karl nodded slowly then sipped from his drink,

"I have shown you the outmost respect, but still you do not tell me your name and you lie to me..i despise liars..."

Weiss cleared his throat,

"How could your goal be to kill me when you were unaware i would be in the area? isn't it funny how i knew where to find you..? curious?"

Karl sat back in the chair moving the glass in a circular motion in front of him,

"What if i told you that im not going to kill you? that if you tell me what i ask things for you will not be as bad as you think....you won't see Auschwitz, Bergen Belsen..Platzow...thats where Jews are going these days, you had the pleasure to meet a former officer from those camps earlier...Captian Roth? you shot him..."

Weiss sighed, he looked very calm and relaxed...

"Talk..." still keeping his cool additude...

Ahh Katrina only two were killed I believe one very important one, Sigmund, is being interogated by Karl now. One got away I'm following him.

Sigmund answered, "It wasn't my goal to kill you before but when you started searching for everyones papers, I knew what you would do with the bartender and his family... If you really are so curious about my name, it's Sigmund Bacharach."

There was no use in using his fake last name since Karl knew Sigmund was jew already. Sigmund couldn't trust Karl a bit either, he knew that nazis were very adept at interregation without others knowing it. He knew the camps were waiting for him no matter what he said.

Karl was right though, Sigmund was curious about how he knew where he was, but there was no way he was going to tell a jew.

Angus watched as the fighter was led away. Time to get the ball moving. With the SS now leaving, he had his chance. Slipping out, he saw the convoy moving off, before looking up to see a rather miniscule image fluttering about in the sky. He would have passed it off for a bird, had he not felt a sudden twinge of instinct. Wonder what that is. Demon? It didn't matter right now. Another man stepped out behind him, with an old case. A similar twinge went through him, and taking only a glance, he noted the strange ears. Two? This grows interesting.

Angus set off in a different direction, traveling at oblique angles to stay with the convoy. As they left the city limits, Angus watched as they chose a specific route. There was a chateau that way that had been occupied by the Nazis. Deciding that quicker travel would be the proper course of action, he located a bicycle, and began traveling towards the old mansion. Once sufficiently alone, he ditched the bike, and ignited his feet, allowing him to rocket a good portion of the way, but still allowing himself room to set down without alerting the guards. He went by foot the rest of the way, sneaking and evading wherever necessary.

Sigmund answered, "It wasn't my goal to kill you before but when you started searching for everyones papers, I knew what you would do with the bartender and his family... If you really are so curious about my name, it's Sigmund Bacharach."

There was no use in using his fake last name since Karl knew Sigmund was jew already. Sigmund couldn't trust Karl a bit either, he knew that nazis were very adept at interregation without others knowing it. He knew the camps were waiting for him no matter what he said.

Karl was right though, Sigmund was curious about how he knew where he was, but there was no way he was going to tell a jew.

Karl nodded,

"I see fear you are trying to hide from me Mr.Bacharach, there is no need to be scared of me as i already told you i will not harm you...i am the least of your worrys im afraid"

Weiss got up and went over to a record player, while looking through afew albums he put on Mozart...

"You have still managed to change the subject every time i ask you what your original plan was? i do not forget so easily Mr.Bacharach...you still have yet to tell me where the others are of if there is any, see.."

He paused taking his seat...

"I know more than i let on, maybe it is i who am insulting your intelligence...who carrys stakes and a sword?...and why would you not dispose of your star? it makes me wonder...

"i need to know exactly what line of work your in, it could mean your life and yet you fail to fill me in on these...minor details that will prove to be of great importance very soon, my superiors feel you are a great threat to them..."

The Major looked right into the mans eyes with his cold blue stare.....

"Indeed they were delicous. When we leave we must remember to bring one or two sweet ones with us and keep them as pets."

Katrina looked at Vladimir and nodded. It was a concern of hers that Weiss could get a bit worked up and somehow accidently spill the beans about the existance of vampires or that he would somehow reveal to the hunters the Nazis were cooperating or what was really happening being controled by them.

"I do worry sometimes with the modern weapons such as the Panzerfaust they will be able to blow a hole in our home and kill us while we slumber or bomb us with planes. In a way I also believe Weiss hopes that when this little thing is compelted in France and he returns triumphant he hopes he will be made into one of us. He is rather obssessed with our kind. But don't worry...we have survived and gotten away with so much. Remember our wedding? We had several human nobles come along with vampires...we feasted quite well and no none came poking. I think we can..."

It was then she recieved Loki's message. "It appears that Weiss has an apparent hunter in captivity and Loki is stalking another."

She then sent a message to Weiss. "I warn you, should you let to your prisoner any knowledge of our species I will fly over there and kill you personally. Interogate him and once you can't get any more...kill him. If you understand me Weiss mentally think 'yes.' Otherwise, continue."

Katrina returned to look at Vladimir and she kissed him. "I hope this mess in France is settled quickly and then we can return home. I do like Dracula's castle, yet home is home. Besides, there we can have Arcen bring dinner to us should we feel lazy. Shall we return to the castle? We can leave the bodies for the wolves."

Sigmund responded, "And you don't seem to understand my answers. My goal was to protect the bartender and his family. And I work for no one and I don't work for resistance groups."

"My sword and stakes? Those are just two more ways for me to kill. And my star of david... thats just something I carry because its all I have left from my family."

The idea of Weiss becoming a vampire made Vladimir somewhat nervous. Being such would give Vladimir the feeling that he would not be able to control the SS officer anymore. "We won't make him a vampire, right, my love?"

He smiled as their wedding was brought up. Such a glorious day it was, so many rivals fallen, and yet the couple remained relatively untouched, albeit a bit full from the immense dinner they had.

Vladimir laughed at Katrina's comment about Arcen bringing dinner to them whenever they were feeling lazy.

"Alright, might as well find out where we're going to sleep," he grinned mischieviously, before bringing his mouth to hers, kissing her with a ferocious passion.

Sigmund responded, "And you don't seem to understand my answers. My goal was to protect the bartender and his family. And I work for no one and I don't work for resistance groups."

"My sword and stakes? Those are just two more ways for me to kill. And my star of david... thats just something I carry because its all I have left from my family."

Karl sipped from his drink and sighed once more,

"Didn't we discuss liars earlier Mr.Bacharach, you must mistake me for a fool.."

Weiss stopped talking when he heard Katrina's voice in his head...

warn you, should you let to your prisoner any knowledge of our species I will fly over there and kill you personally. Interogate him and once you can't get any more...kill him. If you understand me Weiss mentally think 'yes.' Otherwise, continue."


He blinked twice then thought,

Yes

Quickly he tryed to regain his thoughts on what to say to Sigmund,

"Ah, yes...where was i?"

"Ahh, as i was saying, you must take me for a fool...would it hurt you to tell me the truth? i will believe you, i swear it..."

Karl continued to stare into the mans face then there was a knock on the door, a man quickly marched in and clicked his heels,

"Sir, Captian Roth has just called...he wishes to inform you he is ready for duty once more, his wound has been attended to"

"Tell Captian Roth to wait at headquarters, i will give him further direction once i am finished here..dissmiss"

The soldier clicked his heels and left the room quickly closing the door behind him,

"Well Mr.Bacharach, what do you have to tell me that is intresting...?"

"Who is it that you kill with the sword and stakes? perhalps if i had Captian Roth head back over to the inn you would co-operate more?"

Sigmund knew he was in for some real trouble now. It was true that nazis were fascinated by all things mythological (Hence their swatsika), but nowadays using vampires as an answer for what he killed was like blaming the devil for losing a horse race. Never the less, he was in trouble wether he told the truth or not. If he didn't, he would be tortured and killed or sent to one of the camps and if he did, the same thing was bound to happen. He answered, "I'll tell you this. I rarely ever kill nazis, only if their threatening someone else or me I'll kill them. But the stakes and sword is what I use for my day job. I kill vampires."

Raphael found a majestic and beautiful oak in his walk, an oak found on the grounds of the chateau presently occupied by the Nazi thought he didn't realize that fact. Taking a seat at the base of the tree, he began meditating. While no longer as devout as he'd been, he still felt closest to the Shinto faith and as such was paying his respects to the Kami.

Angus managed to sneak up on a senior guard. He would do. Coming from behind, the guard suddenly found himself with his hands in his pockets, reaching for a cigarette and a lighter, and a dagger at his throat, while a Bohemian voice spoke from behind him, perfect German. "Stay your hands. If you attempt to shout, the movement of your throat will kill you. Tell me where your commander interrogates the important prisoners. Don't, and you'll be useless to women for the rest of your life."

"Downstairs parlor, south bay windows," the guard stammerred, careful not to move too much, lest his throat be slit by his own larynx.

"Thank you," replied Angus, who then brought his free hand to the guard's mouth as he angled in with the knife and slid it across. The guard made one feeble attempt, but Angus held him silent and upright until the life flowed out of him.

Angus snuck carefully the rest of the way, and found himself at the windows. He heard a gruff German mention a Captain Roth, then the other reply that he killed vampires. Great, they got a hunter. Could this be linked? Angus thought. Still, no time right now. Taking the only grendae he had on him, he pulled the pin, held it, smashed a window pane, then tossed it and released his hold on it. It was small, and he hoped it didn't do too much damage to the hunter. The blast went off, and then he leapt in through the now shattered window as smoke began to pour out.

Sigmund saw the grenade fly into the room and rolled away from it before it blew up, but hoped it did more damage to Karl. Sigmund found that a chair had exploded and still had a leg that could be used as a club. He picked it up and waited for the smoke to clear...

"Vive L'Resistance! Brother, let us go. This is a rescue," Angus yelled in French, seeing his target up and armed. Then he saw the Star of David. "Guards will be here, let's go," this time in Hebrew. Hopefully the other guy would understand enough to follow. Questions could wait. Fleeing could not. He saw the Nazi officer rise from the blast, apparently unharmed, and felled him with a drop kick. "Come," he yelled again, bolting to the window.

Katrina smiled and nodded. "Sleep sounds good. Its been a long evening and I feel very full right now."

Katrina wrapped her arm around Vladimir and smiled. "No, we don't want Weiss a vampire. Last thing we need is another vampire on the block."

Her attention was caught by movement in the brush not far away. A lone grey wolf stared at the pair and the vampiress knew there were several more nearby. Katrina bared her fangs at the dog and the wolf stood there perplexed for several seconds, not sure of how to react. The wolf stared at her before it crept back into the brush, knowing a superior predator was before it.

She smiled. "I always loved dogs. Now, lets leave them to their meals."

"Agreed," Vladimir smiled, adding one last kiss to Katrina before forming into a bat and fluttering high to the balcony, where his upper body garments lay neatly folded on the railing.

The vampire reformed into his human form and brushed himself off. Some blood remained on his torso and he frowned. I've gotten messy, lately, he thought with a sigh. He made sure it wasn't his blood, and when double checked he smiled as he picked up his clothing and waited for Katrina.

"Perhaps we should buy a few dogs, or train a few wolves for our own purposes when this is all done," Vladimir mused as he watched Katrina.

Suddenly, a sword appeared right on the major's neck. "Leave this place at once. Or else. Trust me, I am capable of killing you and any amount of men you have." Erik looked angrily at the major. "Leave. Now."

Well sorry for my inactivity, Lets just pretend that this inactivity was for EVersmann recovering.
Since Eversmann was feeling better he was discharged and is now back with his patrol, but this time with a Sherman and four more FNG's added to the patrol, John, Alex, Sanchez and Darren oh great, thought Eversmann, a sherman, these tankers are brave for being in a sherman. And some Fcking New Guys, well shit! thought Eversmann,
"Alright lets move out!" shouted Eversmann.
They where patrolling when suddenly a shot rang out, BANG!BANG! :sniper:, Darren was shot in the chest and leg.
SNIPER! GET BEHIND THE TANK! shouted Eversmann. Another shot, BANG! Alex was shot in the head also. mutherfcker, mutherfcker thought Eversmann.
Behind the tank, Eversmann slowly peeked from the tank, and took him a few minutes to realize that this sniper, probly SS was good, Another shot, BANG! this bullet got close to Eversmann, but he saw exactly where it came from.
"Alright Everyone! this snipers fcking good, we got two dead, everyone watch your asses, the sherman's gonna get this sniper"!
Eversmann reached for the phone behind the sherman, "Alright the snipers on your three o clock, he's in that bakery shop second floor, thrid window from the left"
Eversmann watched as the tank followed his instruction's The tank's barrel pointing at the window.
From the Snipers point of view, the sniper cursed queitly to himself, but deciede not to go down without a fight, he quickly got a potatoe masher (aka stick grenade) threw it before being blown to pieces. BOOM! and the sniper and the second floor was no more. two seconds later BANG! the sherman suffered little damage from the grenade.

"Hunter, let's go. This is a rescue," Angus yelled in French, seeing his target up and armed. Then he saw the Star of David. "Guards will be here, let's go," this time in Hebrew. Hopefully the other guy would understand enough to follow. Questions could wait. Fleeing could not. He saw the Nazi officer rise from the blast, apparently unharmed, and felled him with a drop kick. "Come," he yelled again, bolting to the window.

Sigmund grabbed his equipment and his Star of David, ran to the window, jumped out of it, got out his Walther P38, and turned around, shooting the chain of a chandelier. The giant ornament fell to the ground with a bang and would hopefully do some damage to Karl and the guy trying to "rescue" him. If not, it could always set the building on fire. He did not stay to find out though, he simply turned around and ran. He came upon a car headed his way with two nazis inside. The nazis came out of the car to arrest Sigmund, but this time, he was able to kill them with his sword, but unfortunatley, neither of them were captain Roth. He went into the car and turned around to head further east of Paris, not even bothering with Angus...

Katrina landed a little while after Vladimir and she smiled at him. "I prefer wolves."

Years of training her hearing and eyesight had given her a rough idea of what someone was saying even quietly. She smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Shall we see if our Lord has anythign else for us to do before retiring?"

"Wolves it is then. We can have a whole pack of wolves and sick them on people who have dishonored us," Vladimir chuckled as he took Katrina's soft, slender hands in his own.

"I suppose so. We have nothing else on schedule, now do we," Vladimir replied rather seductively as he rested his forehead against hers and kissed her on the nose.

As guards cam around the house, Angus drew his pistol, currently loaded with mundane bullets. He shot four, before ducking for cover. That was when he saw the other man with a sword. Odd. Didn't see him on the way up.

Then Angus noted the Jewish Hunter fleeing in the car. Ungrateful Jackass! Doesn't even bother to wait! Turning back to the window, he called to the angry looking fellow with a sword not unlike his own, "Company's coming! You feel like getting out of here?"

Katrina smiled at Vladimir. "That would defiantly provide entertainment if we are bored."

The pair made their way through the castle back to the chambers of the vampire lord. Katrina gave a polite curtsey before speaking.

"My Lord we are planning to retire. Is there anything you wish us to do beforehand?"

Erik ran out of the way, dodging a hail of bullets. H elanded near a man he helped free in the bar. "Hello. Name's Erik. I suggest you work with me here, that way we get out of this alive. Agreed?"

Angus turned to Erik. "Pleasure to meet you. Angus. I take it you were coming to save that dude from the bar as well? Ungrateful, he doesn't even wait for us." Angus peeked around the corner, and saw men coming with rifles, actions being worked as they ran. "Inbound company. What do you say, make for that large tree, or go around and doulbe back to catch them off guard?"

"I say we take the latter. I'll make a distraction, and you can help me finish them of. Trust me, I now what I'm doing. Killing these Nazis will bring the Fatherland back to it's glory. What do you say?"

"You a Resistance Fighter too? Or something else? See if you can get them to swing wide from the house. That'll open them up for me to lay into them." Angus set off, grabbed one of the rifles from one of the men that he killed, and rounded the corner, before finding his cover, crouching, and waiting. If all went well, this Erik guy wouldn't have to witness uncanny grenade usage.

"I'm just a German who wants his country back to the way it should be. I'm off." Erik followed the plan. He came up to the soldiers. He fired a shot, which found it's way into a soldier's head, then put his rifle away and grabbed his sword. The soldiers turned and opened fire. Erik swung his sword faster then the eye could see, slicing apart the bullets. The soldiers stared in horror, allowing Angus to attack.

Angus watched the man slice through the bullets. So, he had talents not unlike Angus's. Not bothering to pursue that line of thought, he opened fire, cutting down the soldiers where they stood. "That takes care of them. Now would be a very good time to leave."

"I agree my friend Angus. Where do you suppose we head of to?"

OOC- Does anyone know if Osteia, Memnoch, or US Marines are still in?

Katrina smiled at Vladimir. "That would defiantly provide entertainment if we are bored."

The pair made their way through the castle back to the chambers of the vampire lord. Katrina gave a polite curtsey before speaking.

"My Lord we are planning to retire. Is there anything you wish us to do beforehand?"

Dracula heard the message of Katrina. "No. You are free to retire. I will call if you if anything occurs."

I agree my friend Angus. Where do you suppose we head of to?

"Getting out of here, and staying low is important right now." Angus snapped his fingers, allowing a small tongue of flame to reach up from his digits. Another snap extinguished it. "You and I have more in common than I believe either of us assumed. That other guy we bailed out, whom in turn bailed on us, shares a move covert profession with me. I wouldn't be surprised if you also hunt the darkness and its minions. Know anyplace where we can get a drink, preferably not subject to Nazi searches?"

"Impressive. I am a hunter, or a slayer, as I like to say. As for a drink, I say we leave this town now, and then stop in a nearby underground tavern. The Resistance uses it. I have helped them in the past. Do you have anything you need to get before we leave? Family or loved ones?"

OOC- Seriously, does anyone know where those three are? If they don't post soon, I'll have to eliminate them and make a few new characters.

"Strange, cover identities have a way of being common. I've been with the Resistance too for a while. That was me two days back, taking out the tank and the infantry unit in Rheims. I've got everything I need. Haven't been in Paris long enough to stow anything. As for family..." Angus's mind drifted to his parents in Poland, now under the Nazi heel. "Not that I can reach. So, which of our delightful, if ignorant resistance friends shall we drop in on?"

OOC-I haven't heard from any. Try sending out some TG's, as I think they stopped once they saw you pausing, Breit.

Erik signaled for Angus to follow him. He looked around. He ran into the forest. The Nazis never saw them. They travelled for a bit. "We're safe for now. Tel me about yourself Angus"

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Dracula sensed that chaos was erupting in the tavern. He sighed. Karl, retire your men. And when you have, return to the castle. I must speak to you. I will take care of the presence in the tavern.

OOC- Theao, I suggest you leave the area.

"I'll tell you what I can. I'm a pyrokinetic, a Pole by upbringing, but by birth British. My father operates, or operated, a shipping business. I haven't seen my family in a while. I started working for the French Resistance, since they have more of an effect than my countrymen do. The British still smuggle in arms here, but the Germans have advanced so far to the east that the Soviets aren't helpful. I don't think I'd even trust their communist asses to flatulate without word from Stalin. I recently came into possession of information from a...colleague...that indicates this war isn't all that it seems." Angus stopped Erik, looked around, then lowered his voice. Unnecessary, but habitual.

"What if I told you that there is a distinct possibility that one or two vile creatures may be pulling the strings of this war? Probably vampires, but possibly more. Will you call me crazy, or ask what I mean?"

"I know for a fact you are right. Hitler is being controlled by vampires. That is my goal, to stop them and bring Germany to it's rightful state. You see Angus, I love my country. I was a sldier, and I could have been a general, but I'd rather see this flase Germany burn than serve it. I have fought many creatures over the years. Come now." The two continued for a bit until they came to a small town. Erik walked over to a building he walked inside. It appeared to be a whorehouse, but he walked over to a door and knocked the crequired amount of times. It opened up, and the two entered the bar. "My friends of the Resistence, this is Angus my friend. We must rest here for a bit."

The grenade exploded on the other side of the Chateau's parlor casing Weiss to blow backwards,

Mein Gott! he exclaimed as he hit the floor...

Weiss's vision was blurry and he sat up slowly unable to see what had happened, he felt a blade brush against his neck sitting on the floor he raised his chin sure that his time to die had come, his ears rang making it impossible to hear what the attacker was saying to him, remaining still he nodded slowly, the smoke was thick making it hard for the Major to breathe then he slowly layed back quietly with eyes closed....

The guards outside the Chateau went insane as soon as the blast went off, the scrambled to the parlor trying to revive Major Weiss who layed out cold on the the floor, the sound of a car screeched out of the drive way with four SS soldiers firing their MP40's at it.

Weiss heard voices in his head telling him to retire his men, there were further dutys for him to carry out but he could not move, blurry visions of his men standing over him kept appearing as the Major lay there un-able to move....

Dracula summoned Death. "What can I do for you, Dracula?"

"You can get Karl for me, and then take care of the tavern."

"Of course. I shall return."

Death appeared in front of Kalr. "Come now Karl, I must take you to your master." Death grabbed him and floated above the tavern. He swung his scythe, which made a hole in the air. The tavern was slowly torn apart and sucked into the void, the people inside were taken as well. Death then flew back to Dracula. "He is here, and the tavern is gone."

Dracula smiled. "Thank you Death That is all. Karl, I have need of you again. But I must ask, what happened in the tavern that caused you to fail? If something like this happens again, you will be punished."

Dracula summoned Death. "What can I do for you, Dracula?"

"You can get Karl for me, and then take care of the tavern."

"Of course. I shall return."

Death appeared in front of Kalr. "Come now Karl, I must take you to your master." Death grabbed him and floated above the tavern. He swung his scythe, which made a hole in the air. The tavern was slowly torn apart and sucked into the void, the people inside were taken as well. Death then flew back to Dracula. "He is here, and the tavern is gone."

Dracula smiled. "Thank you Death That is all. Karl, I have need of you again. But I must ask, what happened in the tavern that caused you to fail? If something like this happens again, you will be punished."

Karl suddenly felt normal again,non shell shocked, he shook violently looking in lord Dracula's face,

"I..im...sorry M'lord, it was out of my controll..i..i..could not do nothing..."

This was the second time the SS Major was scared of anyone of anything in his whole life,

"I deserve punishment my lord, i have fucked up badly and wish to right my previous wrongs..some of my men do not understand the seriousnes's of this situation my lord...i bow before thee and beg forgiveness!"

"I can give you vital information obtained by myself during questioning of the prisoner that i hoped would be deliverd you to you..i read his mind...trust in me..!"

Raphael heard gunfire as he was meditating, and then shortly later voices. Hearing thier conversations as they were talking quite close to him, but failed to notice him due to shadow, stillness and the fact they were generally distracted.

Deciding to be curious as they're conversation touched on intriguing topics, he stood and silently followed. As they arrived at a town he moved from the trees to the roof-tops. One of them began what was quickly appearent a code and were granted admission to the building.

Dropping down, he approached and realized the building seemed to be a brothel and after knocking on the door in the same pattern, he stepped back to see what the reaction would be.

ooc: Memnoch was last on 09-10-2006 5:25 PM
US, 05-10-2006 4:32 PM

"Arise Karl. You have indeed made mistakes. However, you can redeem yourself. I have in my castle a laboratory. I want you to go in there. I will offer you assistance. You will create creatures in there, conduct experiments. We have another man doing this named Mengele, but you will have access to supernatural powers."

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Erik turned and saw a man he had never seen before. He walked over to him. "Hello. Who are you, good sir? I am Erik."

"I've been going by Raphael for the last few years." He replied, "May I enter this establishment or are there any special requirements?"

"Are you a Nazi? You don't seem to be, because if you were, you'd probably have soldiers with you. Other than that, I suppose not. However, don't go acting like you've never been here. Some people might get angry."

"Arise Karl. You have indeed made mistakes. However, you can redeem yourself. I have in my castle a laboratory. I want you to go in there. I will offer you assistance. You will create creatures in there, conduct experiments. We have another man doing this named Mengele, but you will have access to supernatural powers."

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Erik turned and saw a man he had never seen before. He walked over to him. "Hello. Who are you, good sir? I am Erik."

Karl looked up to see Count Dracula before him,

"M'lord, i have sworn my alligence to you...my loyalties lie with you till my death do i part... i know of Mengele and his work, i agree to assist you in any needs you may have..spare me, for i have failed, i will not again...i accept your given terms...please spare my life so i may assist you my lord better"

He paused then spoke once more...
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"I offer my full assistance, anything you order i will have my men carry out..i have an entire division on hand...no one my question my orders except the Reichsfuhuer himself, Henrich Himmler...any way i may assist you i will act..."

Weiss looked up slowly.....

"A Nazi I am not." He replied, "Nor do I really have any objection to angry people."

With a faint shrug, he walked in with his staff, looking around to see wether it was a brothel hosting the resistance, or the resistance masqarading as a brothel.

Dracula looked at him. "Come Karl. We must go to the lab. Once we are there I will instruct you on what to do from there."

OOC- Osteia, I will TG you with what you will be doing in the lab.

Angus noticed him as the man that had exited the bar when he did. Pulling Eirk aside, he motioned towards Rapheal. "I saw Rapheal exit the tavern. His ears tell me that he isn't human, nor was he ever human to begin with. See for yourself." Angus gave Erik a moment, then continued, "My guess, based on the internal flares, and a handy signal, I think he's a higher being, one of those good demons, or fallen angels. Take your pick. I'm going to see what I can learn."

Angus came up behind Rapheal and tapped him lightly. "Could I offer you a drink? It is hard enough to find company such as yourself, as nobody tolerates anger without being a Nazi these days."

"What would you offer me, as if it were a poison or such I must decline." Raphael replied with a faint smile, "Something non-alchoholic would be prefered."

"This is France. The only thing you can order here is wine and champagne." he thought for a moment. "Bartender, some seltzer and cranberry cocktail please." He turned to Rapheal. "I have no intention of poisoning you. I wonder though, since I can tell," here he dropped his voice again, "that you're not human, nor undead, do poisons have an effect on you?" Not waiting for a response, Angus retrieved the drinks, then sat at the table, leaving both out for Rapheal to choose. If he was afraid of poison, he had the opportunity to play a game of "chicken," as the Yanks called it, with Angus. Not that it mattered, but Rapheal looked like a tough nut to crack.

Katrina smiled as they were dismissed for the evening. She turned to Vladimir and wrapped her arm around him.

"Come, lets relax. Its been a long evening and we should depart before anything that might need our services pops up."

"Am I not? I can most certainly assure you I was born on earth." Raphael replied as his host, for lack of a better term, brought the drinks over. He knew venoms could affect him, albeit much less potently than that of a human. With a faint shrug, he poured a mixture of the two liquids into a glass and took a drink. "Cheers."

"Of course," Vladimir said with a sly grin. "And, our good master has not specified a room for us. So, naturally, that leave us with the option of finding one ourselves."

He slowly tugged at Katrina, like a child at a toystore, laughing as he did so. "The largest, most comfortable room! Only the best for my Katrina!" he chuckled as he spun around and stole a kiss from Katrina, before continuing on through the halls at a rapid pace.

Katrina laughed as Vladimir kissed her and gave a brief show of theatrics. "As long as we don't sleep in coffins. I hate Stoker's book, he has some points right but coffins? Please...what did he think we are uncivilized? Was so tempted to kill him....but never had the time."

She kissed Vladimir as the pair found a room, opening the door, a vast room with a gigantic four poster bed with soft satin sheets sitting upon a large Oriental rug lay before them. To the left was a glass door leading to a balcony.

Katrina smiled. "I think this will due."

"Coffins...drab pieces of equipment. Although...I did try one once. Was...rather uncomfortable. Not for the claustophobic," Vladimir chuckled.

The vampire lord smiled and picked up his wife and circled around with her slender waist in his hands, before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. "The perfect room for the perfect couple, right?"

"Doesn't matter if you were born on the mortal realm. I can still sense that you are some type of other being. Well, my sword can. I have yet for it to prove me wrong." Angus took out a hip flask, added some pure alcohol to his mix, then put it to his lips. he drank a little too fast, however, causing him to momentarily cough as he set his cup down, allowing a small cloud of smoke andflame to envelop his hand. "Pardon that, but fighting the Reich makes one thirsty," he dryly commented.

"Interesting." Raphael replied, thought wether he was commenting about Angus's statements about his sword or his display of pyrotechnics was unclear. "Why do you fight the Reich?"

"Simple. They take what isn't theirs, oppress my people, and kill my landsmen. Also, they're brutal, and for all their talk about being a superior society, they ignore the rules of warfare, which they should be able to uphold if they are so superior." Angus downed his cup, then asked, "So, if you were born on this realm, are your parents rogue demons, fallen angels, or spirits of the realm itself?"

"There are very few who do not desire what is not thier own, or wish to dominate those around them." Raphael replied, "And the rules of war have always been decided by the victorious, by no other method."

Taking another sip of his drink as his tablemate asked about his parentage, "I'm afraid you are mistaken about my parentage as my parents are neither rogue demons, fallen angels nor kami."

Erik let Angus talk to Ra[hael alone. He only wanted to relax. He though to himself. Hopefully Angus would be a helpful partner in his goal. He still had no idea where the Vampires were.

"I agree my friend Angus. Where do you suppose we head of to?"

OOC- Does anyone know if Osteia, Memnoch, or US Marines are still in?

I'm alive.

After a good deal of driving, the car Sigmund was in started to run out of gas. Sigmund was in the middle of a dirt road and decided to hide the car within the forest. Sigmund knew he was now a wanted man for what he had done not only at the tavern, but at the chateau. If he was captured now he would likely be killed, but possibly be spared the suffering of the concentration camps. He continued on foot towards the nearest town and eventually found himself in Reims. This was of course another town under Nazi control, but he would have to stay here for a while and keep himself unknown by the populace and the nazis especially until he could continue into another town. If he was to find a place to escape too, he could run to Switzerland since Germany likely didn't have an interest in it right now. Sigmund could only wander through the town and avoid the nazis for right now, but it was more than likely to change soon...

"Then what are they, or, more importantly, what exactly are you? I'm a pyromancer. Will you be polite, or is that beneath you?"

"If you wish to know what my parents then you should ask them directly. As to what I am, you are correct that I am not homo sapian, but I am human." Raphael replied, "If you wish to explore polite, it is polite to give your name and to share your own history before asking about others."

"My name is Angus. I'm a pyrokinetic. I hunt the dark things that prey upon humanity. I have been doing so for a while now, but recently lay that aside to fight the Reich since they oppress my homeland. I am a Pole. As to why I ask about you, it is simple really. I wanted to know what you were, and to see if you would tell me the truth. Erik and I," he gestured to Erik, seated, "will be needing help soon. If you fit the bill, I intend to offer you an invitation to join our little cabal."

"Well my actual name is unpronouncable, or rather you would not enjoy my pronounication of it. As to what I am, the simplest explaination is, a demon. From Germany or what was to evolve into Germany." He replied, wondering how knowladgeable Angus was about history as he'd just stated that he was at least thirteen hundred years old.

"Well, that places you at about the seventh century. Possibly, nay probably, more. But you didn't lie to me. The sword. Care to hunt some vampires, and hopefully stop the cogs of the Reich? This would be the invitation."

"The affairs of Homo Sapiens institutions live and fall on thier own merits. I do not interfere unless they touch upon humanity. I will, however, travel with you for a time, for my own reasons." He replied, a faint smile at Angus's underestimation of his age.

"Oh, trust me, it may very well touch upon humanity. We'll fill you in once we get moving." Angus stood and motioned to Erik. "Let's go. We've got another member for the party."

Katrina smiled as Vladimir took her off her feet and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh a perfect room indeed."

She stared into his eyes, remembering the first night they met. She had thought he was some sort of high nobleman taking her back to his mansion to rape her before throwing her in the dungeon, but on the ride back to his mansion, she learned that he was just like her. She remembered the gifts he showered her with and how he molded her into the woman she was today.

She returned his kiss. "I still remember when you brought me to your home...you are just as handsome now as you were then."

It was now night time in the city of Reims. Sigmund wandered through the town as a lone figure. He kept to the alleyways to avoid being seen by the nazi police. If he was caught, they would ask him why he was out after curfew and find out he was not meant to be seen in German society. Sigmund kept wandering through the city until he finally reached the outskirts. If he was going to get out of here without being arrested, he would have to take the road that was in front of him. He eventually reached it and started walking down the path. But when he walked about a mile, he saw a hooded figure with his arms crossed into his sleeves. Sigmund could tell what the man likely was, and wasn't about to be fooled into thinking that he was a priest. The hooded man asked in a thick German accent, "Welcome stranger... Have you lost your way?"

Sigmund answered, "No. I've been trying to run from people unlike you. But I guess you'll just have to keep me entertained." Sigmund got out his sword and prepared for battle.

The priest attempted to sound surprised by asking, "Stranger... I mean you no harm. I merely wish to offer you a stay at my church not a long way from here."

Sigmund told him, "I'm not falling for that. You don't know who I am, but neither does anyone."

The priest could only stutter, "W-what... D-don't tell me..."

Sigmund answered, "Yeah, I am. Sorry you had to come across me."

The priest retaliated, "Fool! I will show you how much more powerful I am. I will prove myself to my masters and the Lord of all Vampires!" The priest threw back his hood and revealed a pale face that shone in the moonlight. Sigmund got out his sword and attempted to slash at him, but the vampire stopped himself before he could get near Sigmund's blade. As soon as the vampire attempted to throw himself on Sigmund to bite him, Sigmund swung his sword to stab the vampire in his rib cage. It did not kill him, but it would slow him down. Sigmund kicked the vampire in the chest and got out a stake to kill him. Sigmund threw all of his strength into the thrust and got the stake through the vampires heart. The vampire fell to the ground on his knees and spewed out blood out of his mouth. Sigmund stood far away from the vampire to avoid getting as much blood as possible on him. As soon as the vampire stopped spewing blood, he cut off the dead vampires head to ensure it's absolute death. He threw it into the forest where the wild animals would likely find it.

Before Sigmund left, he saw something around the vampires neck, the symbol of the false messiah (http://www.milesjesu.com/mjbookstore/images/CRX.jpg). He figured the vampire used it to appear as a christian monk, so Sigmund removed it from the vampires neck to keep it from appearing that a monk was killed today. He took both items with him and went on his way, hopefully avoiding anyone who witnessed the event...

Sigmund's new items:
Crucifix (http://www.milesjesu.com/mjbookstore/images/CRX.jpg)

OOC: I apologize about calling the cross the "Symbol of the False Messiah". It's just what some jews call Jesus, and... well I bet you all know already that Sigmund is jewish.

"And you, just as beautiful, my love," Vladimir said quietly. He couldn't forget that day either. He had been searching for a meal, ready to kill her, when he noticed she was a vampire as well. And a very frightened one...

"My, have you progressed since that day, my love. I would never have imagined you as powerful as you are today," he said quietly, his eyes connected to hers as he smiled ever so gently. "And my love of you has only grown over the years..."

His right hand went to her slender waist as his other went to her right. "Remember when we first danced, my love? That's when we had our first kiss..."

"Hard to forget such an event."

Katrina remembered their first dance, she had slipped several times being unused to a more noble way of dancing, but she quickly got the hang of it and at the end she found her lips connected to Vladimir's. She matured quickly, becoming an efficent killing machine, ready to do his bidding yet she was always his loving wife.

"Those were strange and happy days....days I will never forget..." She then added with a grin "...my Master."

Vladimir smiled and nodded. "I will never forget them either. I miss those days. How much we learned from each other, all the fun. No being cloistered up...no machine guns or tanks or planes..."

His hands slid up from Katrina's waist as he carressed her, holding her closer. "As long as I have you, my Katrina, then I shall be content."

Vladimir smiled slyly as he gently brought his lips to her neck, and gently kissed the two scars, the same scars that had made her a vampire.

OOC-sorry for the abscence, unexplainable dilemma
IC- As Loki flew unaware of what was going on due to his abscence he waited ofr a message from one of the others.

Katrina gasped as she felt Vladimir kiss her scars. Despite having the ablitiy to heal almost instantly from any minor wound, the bite marks from when she had been turned were still there. Though one had to be up close to notice the two round rings on her neck, they were also a very sensitive area. Vladimir's mouth first brought back the night of her abduction, the first of several brutal rapes and the first of several bites before her captor forced her to drink his blood and made her into a vampire. But, those memories were quick in coming and fading as she tilted her head back, allowing him full access to her throat.

Katrina closed her eyes and decided to let her husband enjoy.

Vladimir smiled as he gently pushed Katrina towards the bed, his hands slowly wrapping around her and pulling her even closer to his body. He slowly pulled his head away from her neck and smiled. "Perhaps we should take this to the bed, my dear?" he asked with a devilish smile on his face, taunting her with a brush of his fangers on her scars.

Erik stood interested. "Well, let's go then. Where to though? We don't have any clues to the wearabouts of the vampires, unless Raphael knows exactly wear they are, which I doubt."

"And you would be correct." He replied, thought his lack of knowladge was more to do with a lack of interest, and lack of effort then lack of ability.

"I assumed so. Well, I think we should try Paris. Come let's get moving. It will take a few hours, but we can make it if we find a method of transportation."

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Dracula called upon Loki. Loki, I need you to go to France. Go to the headquarters there. Make sure everything is running smoothly. You have all the papers you need with you. Report to the supernatural division first. Stay there until I say otherwise.

Katrina laughed as she squirmed her way out of Vladimir's grasp and she fell upon the bed, still laughing. She looked up at him, a great smile was cut across her white face and her fangs were completely extended to almost like sabers from excitment.

"You know how sensitive and ticklish I am you devil." Katrina said as her fangs went back to normal length. She held out her hand to him. "Come and take away all my remaining engery my love. Show me what you have."

Vladimir let out a laugh at her ticklishness. "Oh, that was my plan all along," he chuckled as he took her soft hand and gently kissed it, proceeding down her arm until he got to her lips, giving her a passionate one as he slowly undressed himself in the process.

As soon as he was finished, he wrapped his arms underneath her and slowly began to undress her as well, all the while kissing her gently.

Finally, after several strokes of his fangs on her scars, he sank them into her neck and sucked at the sweet, succulent blood that coursed through her. The same blood that once coursed through the two italian women. Mixed in with the genuine taste of Katrina.

Vladimir's hands slipped along Katrina's sides and he stroked them slowly.

He pulled away slowly and smiled, licking up the blood on his lips. "You are still as sweet as ever, my love. But are you getting...tired yet?" he chuckled, before sinking his fangs within her again.

Eversmann got up and looked at where the sniper once hid, and then looked at the dead bodies, "Joe get me HQ", "HQ this is Eversmann, we got two KIA over"
Eversmann listened a few more minutes and then resumed patrol. But this time decided to investigate these so called vampire killings. "Remember that dead kid Bob?" "yeah what about it?" "well call me crazy but I think it was a vampire killing, it made sense, the teeth marks, how could a dead kid come alive when it had the blood sucked out of it?"
"Alright listen up, were're going to Reim, but heres the deal, we go at nighttime and find our objective" "whats that lt.?" "Find anything unusual and give me the information"
And so, Eversmann waited at the outskirts of Riem, when he felt the time was right he was about to signal his men, but heard and saw some movement along the treelines. Eversmann decided to have them chase this person. AFter a while they caught up with this person and tackled him. "what are you running from?" demanded Eversmann. "It's all to hard to explain" said this stranger. "whats your name?" "Sigmund" muttered this stranger
"Well why don't we find another place to talk hmm?" Eversmann didn't have a good feeling about this Sigmund character, Eversmann saw his shirt covered in blood, but seeing no scratches on him at all.

Katrina gasped as she felt Vladimir's fangs puncture her flesh and she began to moaned softly as she felt his hands moving about her and his gentle drinking. She closed her eyes, feeling the wonderful bliss of being fed upon by a vampire. Why humans didn't enjoy this she didn't know, then again it was the vampire's choice to make it pleasurable with proper build up and all or just be an animal and make it as painful as possible. With some exception, Katrina always did the later.

The vampiress opened her mouth, revealing her longer fangs as she let out another moan. Katrina leaned up and kissed his neck before biting the artery. She drank for only a few seconds before pulling her head back, not bothering to lick the blood off her lips. She gently whispered into Vladimir's ear.

"You have this energy...use it now. Use it and leave us both exhausted and pleasured before we are interupted."

Angus followed Erik and Rapheal out the door, and then matched the pace as they trudged for Paris. He kept his ears peeled for the sounds of mechanized transport. Soon he was rewarded. "Gentlemen, i do believe that there is a car coming down the road. What say we wait off to the side to see if it merits seizure?"

"If that's the way you propose to travel, I shall met you in Paris." Raphael replied

"Impatient now, are we?" Vladimir chuckled as he raised his head from her own bite on his neck. He carressed her side, before licking his blood off Katrina's lips. He paused a moment, letting Katrina wait just a little longer. His eyes locked onto hers and he smiled warmly, licking a little blood from his lips. "I love it when you get impatient," he laughed before returning to her neck.

Within minutes, he could feel little blood left as he drank most of it already. He just kept his fangs there, just in case, before gently pulling away, licking Katrina's neck as it healed.

He waited a bit as he pulled away and raised an eyebrow at Katrina as he caught his breath. "Exhausted and pleasured?" he chuckled, adding a small kiss to her lips.

Katrina's body ached with pleasure as she felt Vladimir's fangs leave her throat. With a lot of her blood gone she did feel very exhausted, but her body felt very satisfied at the same time. She hated it when Vladimir made her wait, it was a wonderfully cruel thing but she enjoyed it none the less. She smiled at Vladimir and spoke softly.

"I feel very exhausted and pleasured. Come now my love...take me and release all of your engery now before I fall asleep. Be such a waste you know, have all that engery and not use it on your wife."

"What, do you dislike cars?" asked Angus.

Vladimir laughed again and nuzzled her neck. "I think we will sleep well tonight," he whispered as he kissed down her chest.

As the night continued, the vampire gave all the energy he could muster, with the help of Katrina's blood, to give both one of the most pleasurable experiences they've had...

Vladimir slowly rolled off his wife and smiled as he played with her hair. "Have fun...my love?" he asked as his fangs slowly retracted. "Was it...to your taste?" he chuckled as he nuzzled his lips against her neck again, before pulling away gently. He was tired and wouldn't want to start her up again...not yet atleast...

"No, theft." Raphael replied. To him it was stealing even to take from a thief or enemy, the only exceptions were the duly appointed authorities or a matter of life or death, and then you had to work to pay off the debt.

"Theft? Why should we not take a Nazi car if it means that people won't die?"

"Because theft for noble reasons is still theft." He replied, "If you wish to steal, so be it, but I shall not."

Katrina smiled at Vladimir through several strands of hair. She smiled at him and her undead body felt unusally warm from their preformance. She kissed him and curled up next to him, wrapping on arm across his stomach as she rested her head on his chest.

"It was wonderful..."

Completely exhausted, Katrina closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Vladimir smiled as he licked his lips again and yawned, revealing his fangs for a brief moment, before resting his arm over Katrina's, gently stroking her as she fell asleep.

He watched as her breath slowed and the light air escaping from her wonderful lips. Her chest rise in fall in rythem of her light breathing. He stroked away a few hairs from her face and closed his eyes as he thought of her.

I wonder what is in store for us next? he wondered to himself, a bit uncomfortable by not knowing. He didn't want to be thrust in the face of danger with his wife suddenly. In fact, he didn't want to die. Not anymore. He was having the time of his life...or unlife, being with Katrina and he didn't want to lose it. There was no kind afterlife for vampires, afterall. He opened his eyes and looked back at Katrina sadly.

He sighed, trying to let those thoughts escape with his breath. He thought of something else for the couple to do. Something fun for them to pass the time. Perhaps a few activities from their memories, perhaps a few new ones. And perhaps...a few daring ones...

OOC: Lets say Karl went to the lab with dracula upon his request...in the mean time...

Captian Roth had heard about the escape from the Cheateau and immeaditly organized a search group with Major Weiss's direct orders to find the man who had been arrested. Roth would show him no mercy, he would immeaditly get a bullet through the head for shooting him at the tavern. After afew calls had been made to Generals and Field marshalls. Nazi soldiers all through out France were made aware that a resistance member traveling by the name of Sigmund(Given to Roth by Weiss) had escaped from a high ranking officers Cheateau outside of Paris, he was VERY dangerous and a spy aswell...top priority.

Every soldier that was not tasked in the SS Paranormal division was ordered to move out, the Gestapo were informed of the situation and were told they were not to question the prisoner if captured.

Captian Roth emerged from his headquarters main entrance followed by two junior officers,

"I want all surrounding citys searched, roadblocks...paper cheaks at railroad stations, dock yards...borders!I WANT THIS PRISONER, also find that Mercedes, it belongs to Major Weiss"

The officers clicked their heels and took off quickly, Roth walked down the steps and got in the back of a black Mercedes that sped off down the road.

Roth had his driver head back to the tavern to arrest those who owned it. Three Opel transports, 1 kubel wagon and one halftrack pulled out front behind the Mercedes, once the SS soldiers filed out they stormed into the Inn and Roth stood outside watching the occupants being drug outside,

"You have been charged with harbouring spys, all of you..no excuses or you will be shot!"

"Get them in the truck and take everything of value from there, it now belongs to the SS...quickly Sergent!"

A group of SS soldiers ran into the inn to start taking things, Roth turned to the prisoners,

"You will be taken to stand trial in Germany, if you are found guilty you will be killed..if found innocent..you will be released"

He then looked to one of the Lt's,

"Get them in the truck"

The Lt pushed them towards one of the Opels with the assistance of two men, now sitting inside the truck were four prisoners, A man, a woman, a young boy and a teenage girl, the tarp was pulled over the opening after two SS men climbed in.

"Captian, we are ready to leave.."

Roth looked around then nodded, he quickly got back in the Mercedes and they waited for the prisoners truck to pull out and when it did they followed and were followed by one of the Kubel wagons close behind. After driving for roughly an hour the vehicles pulled off the main road and into the woods on a dirt road where they stopped about 15 minutes in, Roth got out of his car and walked up to where the back of the truck was opened, the prisoners were being helped out by the two SS guards,

"Stretch your legs...we have a long way to go..."

The prisoners walked to the side of the road trembling with fear but not looking at the Nazi's, Roth looked the two soldiers who were in the truck with the prisoners, one who's eyes were starting to water and he shook..

"Mein gott...give me that.." he took the mans MP40..

The other soldier stepped in beside him then Roth turned around,

"You have been found guilty!"

The people looked up when they heard the weapons being cocked..

"Fire"

**Ratatatatatatatatatat* Both Roth and the soldier opened fire..

The people crumpled to the ground lifeless, the husband twitched then went still,

"Everyone back in the vehicles, we are going back to HQ..."

Weiss pushed the MP40 into the soldier who wouldn't fire's chest but didn't look at him, the other soldier tryed to talk to him but the man climbed into the truck quickly....

Dracula had arrived with Karl to the lab. "Here you will create creatures for my use. Once you have an idea and bring together the nescessary things, come to me, and I while create it with my powers. For example." Dracula showed him to a table. It had a variety of body parts. He held out his hands, and an energy flew out. It hit the table, and blinding lights appeared. When they were gone, a bizare beast was there. It was very large, the size of three men. It had reptilian claws and a tail, but it had fur as well. It also had two heads, one a vicious lizardlike one, and the other a snarling wolf one. Dracula summoned Death. "Death, return Karl to Roth. Karl, tell him of what you saw, but tell no one else. Then, scout the surronding towns. I feel the presence still. You will know when you find them. And Death, take to beast to the one resence. It will take care of it." Death nodded, and then disappeared, returning Karl to where he needed to be.

Dracula had arrived with Karl to the lab. "Here you will create creatures for my use. Once you have an idea and bring together the nescessary things, come to me, and I while create it with my powers. For example." Dracula showed him to a table. It had a variety of body parts. He held out his hands, and an energy flew out. It hit the table, and blinding lights appeared. When they were gone, a bizare beast was there. It was very large, the size of three men. It had reptilian claws and a tail, but it had fur as well. It also had two heads, one a vicious lizardlike one, and the other a snarling wolf one. Dracula summoned Death. "Death, return Karl to Roth. Karl, tell him of what you saw, but tell no one else. Then, scout the surronding towns. I feel the presence still. You will know when you find them. And Death, take to beast to the one resence. It will take care of it." Death nodded, and then disappeared, returning Karl to where he needed to be.

Karl had never seen anything like this before and was unable to speak or move at first, then he slowly approached the table staring at the creature,

"Your wish is my command M'lord"

Karl looked at him with a serious expression on his face, Death then appeared in the room and Karl knew he would be back in his study inside the Cheateau soon. After Dracula had finished giving Karl his instructions everything turned black once more and Major Weiss was standing back in his study looking at the grenade damage,

"Sergent!"

A Sergent opened the door looking puzzled,

"I had no idea you were here..sir..i had came in al..already"

"Has Captian Roth carried out my orders to start the search?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Very good, have my car ...err..a replacement car out front in five minutes, im going to Paris..also get me on the line with the Reichsfuhuer at the Eagles nest, if he is not avalible leave a message with his secretary to call headquarters..i have some important buisness to attend too"

Major Weiss quickly put on his leather trenchcoat and cap then rushed out the door doing up his holster, the air was damp and the sound of planes made Karl look up to see a formation of Stukas fly over the mansion followed by Bf-109's.

The road going towards the city was crawling with German patrols and road blocks athorized by Captian Roth, Karls car drove by the inn and all the lights were off...

That's odd.. but thought nothing more of it...

OOC: Karls going to arrange the shipment of dead Whermacht,SS soldiers from the eastern front to be delivered to a different location where they can be used to the experiments.

Erik sighed. Raphael definitly wouldn't steal a car. They'd have to find another way. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise. Then, something lept out of the woods and slammed into Raphael. Erik immeaditly graabed his rifle and fires. The beast roared in anger, and rose up. It was massive, and bizarre. It walked towards him, swing it's massive claws at the group.

OOC- It's the hybrid form the lab if anyone needed to know.

Angus wipped out the Blade of Saint Micheal and ignited, launching himself at the beast, blade flat, and colliding solidly. The creature was sent backwards, but as Angus closed again, he found himself being uppercutted, and sent flying backwards. He stopped in mid air, and shot out balls of flame, hoping that the beast wasn't immune to fire.

The beast roared as it backed of a bit from the fire. It then picked up a tree and swung it at the man wielding the fire sword. Erik lept into the air dodging it, and unleashed a barage of slashes from Valmanway. The creature grabbed him, and threw him into a tree. Erik got up slowly, and the beast continued to attack Angus with a tree.

Raphael was sent flying, but still landed lightly on his feet a good couple meters away. "Interesting, what manner of being are you?" He asked the creature. It would take quite a bit more than getting blindsided to bother him.

Angus was now thoroughly irritated. Incinerating the tree, he went again at the beast as it it proceeded to try to club him with the burnt remains of the log. The hand holding that was quickly severed, and then the other, as it tried to strike a blow to Angus's head. Wheeling with the momentum, he altered the blade slightly, allowing it to strike across the beast's chest, plunging deep, cutting the creature in twane. He spat on the coprse, then turned to see where Erik had been hurled into a tree. "You alright?" he asked, reverting back to normal form.

A Halftrack and an Opel transport came crusing down the dirt road and a passenger inside the Opel seen what looked like fire,

"Otto, flick the headlights..stop.."

The driver flicked the lights and the Halftrack in front came to a slow stop, the soldiers sat in their vehicles watching the fire move around like they had never seen before,

"What the fuck is that.." exclaimed one of the soldiers in the back of the vehicle...

The six others all stood up and watched closely, the passenger from the halftracks cab rushed back,

"Why are we stopped?"

"There..i..don't know..wh..what that is.."

The man turned around to see a large shape moving about swinging somthing,

"It looks like a bear.."

"That is no bear, it's attacking those two men.."

The passenger of the halftrack ran to tell the driver then turned around moving his hand in the direction of the ruckus, the vehicles turned back on suddenly and drove quickly towards the scene lights on bright but still what was going on seemed un clear as of yet..

OOC: These are SS Paranormal division soldiers tasked with hunting Sigmund...they have no idea whats going on here only wish to offer assistance..

Erik wiped himself off. "I've felt wor..." He was cut off by the beats, still alive but a bit crisped, slamming it's claw into the ground. It's lizrd head spat acid at the two. Erik barely dodged, He tried to distract the beast, but since it had two heads, it was difficult. The wolf head unleashed a howl so piercing Erik fell to his knees from it. Then the beast rush foward and batted Erik away with it's claws. Satisfied with Erik.l It turned it's aatention to the others.

The Incomming Germans then seen the beast perfectly in their headlights, the driver of the halftrack yelled,

"What is that thing!! shoot it! shoot it!!"

The passenger climbed out and started to fire his rifle, a German in the back of the halftrack manned the MG-42 and opened fire quickly while all others fired their weapons in it's direction, from the back of the Opel twelve more soldiers appeared firing their MP40's and Kar 98 rifles at the creature, a single soldier turned around and ran like hell towards the town.

Gun shot after gun shot rang out through the air, machine gun burst after machine gun burst echoed, muzzle flashes lit up the area...

The twelve germans who emerged from the Opel split up and moved around to flank the creature putting fire on it, the six in the halftrack held the middle unloading.....

The beast roared as bullets hit. He turned around and rushed the car. The lizard head fired acid, whcih proptly melted the car and a few soldiers. Then he swung his claws around, ripping them apart. Finally it ate one last soldier, and then turned around and smashed Raphael into the ground.

"Most interesting." Raphael commented as he watched the beast. Reaching to the hilt of his blade, he partially drew one of his most prized possessions, a Masamune forged katana. As the germans arrived and opened fire, he returned the blade to it's saya to observe.

As the beast turned back to him, he drew the blade in a single fluid motion, almost beyond sight and sliced throught the arm that it had tried to attack him with. While he had not practiced Battōjutsu in many years, he had been learning it as well as other martial arts for close to a millenia and it took a great deal of time for the skills to fade.

The beast roared as bullets hit. He turned around and rushed the car. The lizard head fired acid, whcih proptly melted the car and a few soldiers. Then he swung his claws around, ripping them apart. Finally it ate one last soldier, and then turned around and smashed Raphael into the ground.

The Germans who were trying to flank the creature from the right and left sides took off once they seen their commrades get ripped apart, the halftrack melted like warm butter....the soldiers never looked back just kept running towards town disguarding anything with weight to it so they could move faster....

Major Weiss arrived in Paris and pulled out front of the Hotel Meurice(Nazi occupation headquarters) to be greeted by a doorman who opened the Mercedes car door, Weiss nodded and continued inside. He strolled through the main entrance and removed his cap heading towards the office of General von Choltitz, he walked right by the secratary and knocked on the door,

"The General is away right now, is it urgent sir"

Karl shook his head,

"Inform him that Major Karl Weiss came by, direct orders from the Reichsfuhuer"

She nodded and Karl entered the room, he slowly strolled over to a large oak desk and sat in the chair behind it flicking on a lamp he removed a leather covered book from the desk..inside he looked over extentions slowly then closed it quickly, picking up the phone he told the operator,

"Berchtesgaden please(The Eagles Nest)"

"One moment General"

The phone started to ring then was picked up,

"Berchtesgaden, who is this?"

"Major Weiss, SS Paranormal..would the Reichsfuhuer be near..it is urgent"

Suddenly a low voice came on the line sounding superior and arrogant,

"Hello, Major...i trust everything is, in order..."

For a moment Weiss paused then continued,

"Yes Reichsfuhuer! there are...certian things that must be ordered, i need the clearance to do this..."

"What ever it is you need Major i will send a letter immeaditly to who ever it is you need it from..good?"

"Yes sir! i need a letter sent to the Eastern Front...to General Raus..informing him there will be a change, it will better suit our needs at this present time...those who need be informed will be on his end, train routes have to come back into Germany"

"Of course Major, these things will be taken care of immeaditly...i will telephone General Raus and send a letter personally, expect this change of plan to come into effect immeaditly...have the message sent using Enigma, Kreigsmarine format..it's the most complicated"

"yes sir! Heil Hitler!"

Himmler replyed with a calm cool voice,

"Heil Hitler..." then the line went dead..

Weiss sat back and took a deep breath....

I have to get this message over with..

He got up and shut off the lamp, he quietly closed the door and headed for the communications room....

Once Weiss had returned to the Cheateau a sergent walked into the dining room where the Major sat eating dinner,

"Sir, your car has been found near Reims..."

Weiss wiped his mouth with a napkin then took a drink of wine,

"Ahh, good..is the town blocked off?"

The Sergent nodded replying,

"Yes sir"

Karl tossed the napkin on his plate and a soldier standing in the back corner crossed the room and pulled his chair out allowing the Major to stand up,

"Have Captian Roth take some men and head towards the town, i want it searched high and low"

"Sir!" The sergent clicked his heels and left the room quickly..

About an hour later Weiss received a call from SS headquarters in Paris, a halftrack was found along with 5 dead soldiers from his division that looked as if they had been badly burned, also 12 soldiers that claimed to have been at the site of the attack were at a hospital suffering from shock unwilling to discuss what had happened.

Weiss ordered that they be asked no more questions and be placed in a secure area where contact with anyone was strictly forbidden.

Angus, now quite thoroughly pissed, reversed the blade in his hands, and as it was occupied with the nazis, he swung his body, taking off both heads. As the skulls fell to the ground, he straightened, and commenting to nobody in particular, stated "If decapitation doesn't kill this thing, we'd better start thinking creatively."

OOC- It's not supposed to go down that easily.

OOC- Nevermind, King A, it's dead. You can repost.

IC- Erik got up slowly. He cursed a loud. "Is everyone alright?" He said. He looked around. The Nazis were dead. "Well, it looks like we have a vehcile now that is not being in use. Any objections?"

bump. post everyone.

"None," said Angus. He grabbed his blade, looked at his left shoulder, and cauterized the gashes that the beast had raked upon him. They stung, but that died. "Either of you see anything like that before?"

"Precisely like that, no." Raphael replied, "And while it seems somewhat self-evident, might I enquire how you propose to travel in a vehicle that has been doused with a potent acid that has eaten away a good deal of it?"

Erik walked over to the jeep. He looked at the engine. "The engine's fine, and everything looks like they'll work. It'll be a bit bumpy, but it'll work."

"Are you certain there are no functional problems, like a faulty fuel line. Afterall I don't think you'd like to go up in flames or wind up in the middle of no where due to lack of gas." Raphael commented

Katrina slowly stirred, being still very drained of blood she was still pretty weak. The vampiress lay there, her head still resting on Vladimir's chest. She twisted her head and smiled as she saw his wrist not far away. Slowly pulling the arm that rested around her closer, she bared her fangs.

The vampiress closed her eyes as she sank them into his wrist and began to slowly drink, moaning as she did.

Vladimir was awoken from a sudden prick on his wrist and looked down, to see his wife gently drinking from his wrist. It certainly felt different...not that it wasn't pleasurable.

He flexed his hand slightly as he began to lose feeling in it and chuckled quietly as he let his wife drain him of his blood. He slowly massaged her head and relaxed. "My love," he whispered, not wanting to awaken her from her euphoric state. "When you awaken, I have a surprise for you."

Katrina heard Vladimir's voice in her head, but for right now she only concentrated on feeding. She slowly drank for a little bit longer, regaining most of her lost strength, but leaving room in her body for dinner. She pulled back from his wrist and licked the wound clean until it healed and then she licked her lips and teeth clean, savoring the mixture of flavors.

She turned back to her husband and slowly slid up his body and smiled at him.

"You know I love surprises...what is it?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," Vladimir replied quietly, kissing her forehead. He smiled at her and brought both his arms around her. "Katrina, I love you so much," he chuckled, kissing her along her neck before gently pushing the covers off of them and sliding out onto the floor, stretching himself before putting a bathrobe on and looking in the closet for something to wear.

"I will say, however, I would like you to wear something comfortable, Katrina," he smiled as he moved the clothes in the closet about, searching for the right suit.

Katrina smiled as she slid smoothly out of bed. She went to the closet and removed several dresses and took a small polished oak box with her into the bathroom, not wanting to be disturbed in her dressing.

When she reappeared some time later, she was dressed in a sparkling, black dress and around her neck was a gold leaf necklace with a large, red ruby in the center. She smiled at Vladimir.

"Where are we going?"

Vladimir smiled as he walked out of the closet in his usual attire, cape, top hat, looking high class. He walked over to Katrina, his eyes skimming across her lucious body, stopping at the necklace around her neck. His hand gently stroked down her neck to the ruby where he gently pulled upwards to look at it. "Isn't this the same necklace that you wore the first time you were with me?" he asked curiously, a smile on his face.

"We're going out on an adventure, my love," was all Vladimir said as he opened up their balcony and walked outside, examining the surroundings. The sun had already lowered itself, only few rays of light peeking through. The vampire felt the burning sensation but only closed his eyes and smiled as his skin healed itself, the last ray gone. "A secret adventure..."

Katrina smiled, indeed it was the same necklace she had first worn when she had been with Vladimir. It was one of her favorites and she always brought it out for special occasions.

Unlike Vladimir, Katrina waited for the last few rays of sunlight to die before going to him. She grasped his arm eagerly, smiling.

"What is this adventure? Please...do tell...the suspense is killing me."

Are you certain there are no functional problems, like a faulty fuel line. Afterall I don't think you'd like to go up in flames or wind up in the middle of no where due to lack of gas.

"Well," said Angus, "that flame bit doesn't bother me. Unlike you, oh great and powerful being of such high morals, Erik and I can't traverse distances as efficiently as you, or at least without drawing attention to ourselves, as it is with me. You seem bent on not taking any type of transportation, but you offer no solution to the problem of getting to Paris, and from thence who knows, quickly. We have a car, and I plan on using it. If you can keep up in another, equally discreet fashin, feel free to do so. But I'm taking the automobile."

Vladimir chuckled and quickly wrapped Katrina in an embrace, passionately kissing her and pulling away with a laugh. "It's a secret," he whispered, gently putting his index finger on her lips.

"Catch me if you can," he laughed as he transformed into a bat and soared off towards the nearby forest and the town beyond.

Katrina smiled and transformed into a bat, racing after Vladimir. She beat her wings hard but found herself only a few feet behind Vladimir, unable to gain any more ground. In an all out race, he was a winner. But, she would keep trying to gain a few more inches on him.

Excitment in her grew and was vocalized through her chips to Vladimir.

Erik did a more detailed check of the vehivle. "Its fine. Hop in, and we can start to go to Paris."

OOC- US, Memnoch, and Osteia, are you still here?

"Alright, thought I must ask you to modulate your attitude." Raphael commented as he got into the vehicle.

Vladimir descended, hearing her excited chirps behind him and he let out a few of his own, before swooping down past a large stone wall of the castle and transformed into his human form again, standing on his own two feet and sniffing the air. It certainly was a good day for adventure...plus, they may even have fun keeping Weiss on his toes...

He looked back at Katrina speedily flapping towards him and laughed. "Come my little bat. The adventure awaits!"

"Don't worry, you won't hear anything from me." Erik started the car. It worked. He started to drive off.

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Dracula felt the presence move. He cursed. Loki, Karl, way haven't you taken care of that force yet? If you don't eliminate soon, I will take actions on you. Vladmir, be prepared for an assignment in France. The demon and human are hardly working properly.

OOC- Sent you a TG Blastit

"Modulate my attitude? That is advice better served for you. I'm not the one that wanted to teleport to Paris while leaving the other two to either 'commit a crime' or take a long walk," Angus said from the back as Erik drove. One thing that bothered him about Rapheal was his ability to act superior without realizing the fact that he and Erik didn't have some of his abilities. Far be it from Angus to ask a demon to walk two solstices (years) in another's shoes without getting an idea of their mentality.

"Paris isn't my city. Either of you have contacts to put us on the trail?"

"Please everyone! Not now! We have to stop fighting. Anyway, I don't no any contacts, so well just have to do some ivestigating."

"There are methods such as hitch-hiking, nor do I raise an objection to this form of travel. Nor is teleportation amongst my skills." He replied, as he watched the road roll by. He did realize that they didn't share his ethics nor morality and decided that he'd stop, to an extent, attempting to 'convert' them.

"Depends if you are refering to people I know, then yes, if you mean people who might have information about what you seek, then possibly." Raphael replied, he was also realizing that some of his speech and thought patterns might be confusing as his 'native' languages were quite a bit different from the norm.

Katrina fluttered up to Vladimir and melted back into human form. She cracked her neck and flexed her arms. "You know I don't like racing in bat form...its really tiring and you always win. Now...do please let me on this adventure. Are we hunting, playing a game, or doing something compeltely different?"

Vladimir chuckled and gently wrapped his hands around Katrina. "My love...has the pampered life made you soft?" he asked softly, gently rubbing her ticklish tummy, a smile growing on his face.

"Alright, my little love. I'll give you a hint. It's a bit of everything above," he chuckled, teasing her with another smile, before taking off again.

Katrina giggled as Vladimir tickled her tummy. "Maybe it has..."

She grinned as he mentioned all of the above. It did however go against Dracula's orders to hunt humans for the time being, but...what was a few more humans? They weren't going to be missed.

Katrina smiled and raced after Vladimir as he took off again on foot, this time she kept more in pace with him, feeling much more comfortable racing him like this than with wings.

Vladimir hopped up and climbed a tree, chuckling all the way. He knew Katrina was a better climber than him, but he still had the element of surprise, darting and jumping from tree to tree.

He looked behind him to see Katrina within grabbing distance and laughed as he let himself drop to the forest floor, and immediately took off running until he reached the edge of the forest, where the town began. He straightened up and smiled as he waited for Katrina.

When she finally arrived, he held onto her hand and smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. "Let's go where ever we want in this town, my love. Want a new ring for your beautiful little hands, say the word and we shall go to the jewelery store. If you are hungry...we shall go to someone's house. If you want new shoes, the shoe store. Anything your heart desires, my love..."

Vladimir knew full well that none of the shops were open at this time, but that was part of the adventure...breaking in...

Um, Sigmund you have to post on your position, you got caught sneaking on the edges of Riem and my patrol caught you, I'm an American patrol.

Eversmann got up and looked at where the sniper once hid, and then looked at the dead bodies, "Joe get me HQ", "HQ this is Eversmann, we got two KIA over"
Eversmann listened a few more minutes and then resumed patrol. But this time decided to investigate these so called vampire killings. "Remember that dead kid Bob?" "yeah what about it?" "well call me crazy but I think it was a vampire killing, it made sense, the teeth marks, how could a dead kid come alive when it had the blood sucked out of it?"
"Alright listen up, were're going to Reim, but heres the deal, we go at nighttime and find our objective" "whats that lt.?" "Find anything unusual and give me the information"
And so, Eversmann waited at the outskirts of Riem, when he felt the time was right he was about to signal his men, but heard and saw some movement along the treelines. Eversmann decided to have them chase this person. AFter a while they caught up with this person and tackled him. "what are you running from?" demanded Eversmann. "It's all to hard to explain" said this stranger. "whats your name?" "Sigmund" muttered this stranger
"Well why don't we find another place to talk hmm?" Eversmann didn't have a good feeling about this Sigmund character, Eversmann saw his shirt covered in blood, but seeing no scratches on him at all.


OOC: My character wouldn't tell anyone his name that early unless he was in the situation he was in with Karl, you should edit that.

IC: Sigmund freed himself from Eversmann's grasp and drew his gun ready to face Eversmann, but he immeadietly saw that he was a U.S. soldier. He put away his gun and told him, "I'm sorry, I thought you were a nazi." Sigmund was about to leave, but all of a sudden heard rustling in the trees. Sigmund gestured his hand to tell Eversmann to stay where he was and silently started alking towards the source of the rustling....

As he heard Vladimir and Katrina's little adventure and, Karl and Dracula's conversation he thought to himself What to do what to do. "Dracula am I needed?"

Dracula was enraged at Loki. FOOL! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO TO PARIS AND SEE HOW THINGS WERE GOING THERE. NOW GO, I FEEL THE PRESENCE THERE! CUT THEM OFF AND DESTROY WHATEVER THEY ARE!

"Now you tell me. Genius. Well don't get your panties in a knot. And I'm off.

"Now you tell me. Genius. Well don't get your panties in a knot. And I'm off.

ooc- I did tell you, in a previous post.

IC- Talk to me like that again Loki, and you will regret your existence. Do as you are told, and do it quitelly.

"Did I not already say I was going? And you don't scare me I have friends in higher places than you. And tell me what exactly is this 'presence' you sense there?"

"Did I not already say I was going? And you don't scare me I have friends in higher places than you. And tell me what exactly is this 'presence' you sense there?"

Dracula laughed. Fool. Higher places? You must not realize, I am the highest place now. I have Death on my side, and as for the devil, he is nothing as long as I am here. I am evil incarnate now. So if I were you, I'd obey. The presence is this. Dracula allowed the energy to flow into Loki's mind. He would now be able to follow the presence. Find it, and destroy it. Now.

Dracula laughed. Fool. Higher places? You must not realize, I am the highest place now. I have Death on my side, and as for the devil, he is nothing as long as I am here. I am evil incarnate now. So if I were you, I'd obey. The presence is this. Dracula allowed the energy to flow into Loki's mind. He would now be able to follow the presence. Find it, and destroy it. Now.

I am no fool as you well know. And if you have replaced the devil then you are thine master but, of course you already knew that, didn't you? I'm in Paris, never been here before, it's close I'll be in touch.

As Erik drove, Angus felt a tingle. The same one from the bar. That demon, or something of equivalent power, was near. "Ever get that odd tingling that tells you you're being watched? I've got that feeling right now. Somebody knows about us, and I think that person may have informed another."

Katrina looked down on the town and smiled. The world is indeed our oyster. She loved this part of her life, swooping down into towns and villiages and taking what she pleased. At first, it seemed completely unreal that she was actually stealing, but soon it became one of her favorite passtimes; at any rate, humans only purpose on this earth was to be cattle for vampires.

She turned to Vladimir and offered her hand. "Take me out to dinner...I know you will pick a nice place."

"What else do you know of this phantom observer?" Raphael enquired

Eversmann did just what he said, but had Bob follow sigmund for protection, Eversmann and his patrol took up positions and provided cover, Eversmann whispered "you're covered, be careful" There was more rustling from the bushes, and heard some whispered voices, in a foreign language, germans? french? russian? Eversmann wasn't sure.

[COLOR=RED]What else do you know of this phantom observer?/COLOR]

"Only that whoever it is, his or her intentions are not benign. Hence the feeling in the gut. Actually, I was hoping that you could do something about that. Got a scrying spell handy?" Angus asked. People were always so quick to not bother doing something themselves. He had noted the big, spellbook-looking book. He figured it was a spellbook. God forbid that it should hold a scrying spell in there.

"A scrying spell?" Raphael asked with a hint of amusment. "It seems that you do not understand the requirements of what you ask of me. Specific scrying requires certain items I do not have. Without the proper materials and some time, I could tell you little more than you already know."

He followed Angus' eyes to his book, "It is not a book of spells if that's what you're thinking."

Katrina turned to Vladimir and offered her hand. "Take me out to dinner...I know you will pick a nice place."

"But of course, my love," Vladimir replied, kissing her hand and lifting her up before leaping down to the ground below and setting her back down. "Hmmm...where to eat..."

He smiled as he noticed a small restaurant nearby, a little Italian one. He smiled at Katrina and gently tugged her along until he got to the closed gate. He wrapped his hand around the chain and pulled violently, his great strength ripping the chain right off the gate. He opened it and smiled as he bowed low. "After you, my lady."

Eversmann did just what he said, but had Bob follow sigmund for protection, Eversmann and his patrol took up positions and provided cover, Eversmann whispered "you're covered, be careful" There was more rustling from the bushes, and heard some whispered voices, in a foreign language, germans? french? russian? Eversmann wasn't sure.

Sigmund thought he was up against vampires after him, but it turned out to be a nazi patrol. He saw two nazis walking around the town walls, but disrupting either of them could cause all of the other nazis in the town to end up in battle with Eversmnn's unit and the occupiers. Sigmund gestured everyone in the forests to duck and avoid being spotted, but if it was about to come to a skirmish, Sigmund got ready to run....

"A feeling you're being wathced eh? That's odd. Don't worry about it though. We need to concentrate on getting to Paris first. When we are there, stay together, and we'll see if anyone knows anything about where the vampires are. We are about an hour away if we keep the car going, and it looks good."

Eversmann instead gestired everyone to lay down on the ground next to some bushes. Waiting for whoever was coming. not looking good thought Eversmann. "bob, radio" whispered Eversmann.
"Stand by HQ, we have company" he whispered. Eversmann heard some rumbling and sqeaking, shit! panzers! Eversmann peeked and saw maybe 5 Tiger II's and 2 jagdpanzers and a unit of 20 regular's
"HQ have AT's alpha and bravo on stand by"

Katrina smiled as Vladimir got the gate to the resturant. She could smell the blood from inside, a declious family. Her mind looked, a mother and father, plus their three sons and daughter. She prodded into the son's minds, two were in their early twenties and in the Wehrmacht, home on leave and the other son was part of the Hilter Youth and in his mid teens. The daughter was also in her mid teens and like the youngest brother, part of the Hitler Youth. All were sitting down for dinner. How fitting. The vampiress thought to herself.

Lord Dracula didn't want the vampires to go after SS, but Wehrmacht and Hitler Youth was fair game. Besides, when the war ended and most of the Wehrmacht dismissed as peace came in, many would meet their deaths anyway via her fangs.

She turned and smiled at Vladimir. "You're a wonderful man. Shal we go and enjoy some of the local flavors?"

"But of course, my love," Vladimir replied as he walked up to the front door and looked up. "Tell me my love, how much adventure are you up to?" he asked quietly. He wasn't sure if they should just barge in or do a more secretive way of getting in.

"I may have to go my seperate way to check certain sources that are, shall we say, reclusive at best." Raphael commented

"I may have to go my seperate way to check certain sources that are, shall we say, reclusive at best." Raphael commented

"Elaborate. What sources are you talking about?"

"Ones that, if they still remain, I met during the reign of Louis-Dieudonné, or the Sun King as you call him now." Raphael replied

She smiled. "Always ready for a bit of excitment."

She pointed up to an open window on the top floor of the building. "Lets fly in there and walk down to dinner. Be quiet entering...but we can make all the noise we want once we get in."

Vladimir smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. "That's why I love you so much, Katrina. Always ready, no matter what." With that, he once again turned into a bat and soared upwards to the top floor and quietly turned back into his human form. The room was pitch black, however the vampire's eyevision was very good at night...the better to sneak up on prey with...

Vladimir yawned as he waited for Katrina, wondering how they should go about 'making noise'.

The bat form of Katrina fluttered next to Vladimir before it turned back into her human form. The vampiress smiled as she kissed Vladimir. "Come now...lets have some fun."

She led him out of the dark room, down the hall, just around the corner from the vampries was the family sitting at the dinner table. She turned to her husband and spoke to him mentally.

"Throw them around a bit? Be a bit brutal? Playing with food is always fun. The daughter...let her go." Katrina's smile grew bigger. "And see if Weiss is able to have his men grab her...if not...we're are going to have a rather large buffet of one of his men's family."

Vladimir smiled and gently kissed Katrina on the cheek. "I love it when you think these little devious thoughts," he thought back to her before getting ready to devour this family.

And it all happened within a flash...

Vladimir sprung out suddenly, speeding through, the family's expression priceless as Vladimir took hold of one of the boys and tossed him into a wall as he climbed on the table, leaping over the father, bringing the large man with him, over his shoulder and into another wall. His eyes glowed with a feeding fury and his fangs extended as he looked at the wife and the girl. But he didn't want to have all the fun...

He leapt again, to the youngest son this time and held him up by the back of his neck, not wanting to kill him, but rather subdueing him for leverage against the family, should they be more clever than the vampires expected.

The middle son stumbled back as he saw the man suddenly appear and attack his father and brother. His fingers were wrapped around a knife before he felt a hand on his arm. He turned and was faced with a snarling woman before she thew him into his mother, sending both tumbling across the floor. The daughter meanwhile ran out of the room, screaming as she bolted into the street and ran.

Katrina smiled as she watched the girl run. She sent a message to Weiss. "My dear Weiss...there is a girl in the town next to the castle running about. Have your men dispose of her. And by that I mean kill her. You have two days to get some of your men to do this. If she isn't dead by then...well, I hope you like shooting children because you will be doing a lot of that should you fail."

Katrina smiled at Vladimir as she easily picked up the mother and put her on the table. She smiled to herself as the boy started to cry as he watched the strange woman take two clean wine glasses from the cabinet and approach his mother with a knife. Katrina smiled as him as she slit the woman's wrist and poured the blood into the glasses. She then put the wrist on the edge of a large bowel, allowing the blood to flow in and collect.

She handed one glass to Vladimir and took a sip. "A little sampling I think. Very nice, full bodied. How shal we take care of the brother's and father? They'll be getting up shortly. Been a while since we did any good...torture."

Vladimir smiled and raised his glass to Katrina, setting the boy down. "To many a hundred years of marriage," he laughed before taking a sip as well. Although it was nowhere as sweet as the italian woman they had the night before, this mother was definately a satisfying one.

"You know as well as I do that we enjoy a good torturing once in a while. A delicacy this war had made so brutal rather than...elegant and savoring," Vladimir smiled as he gently pat the crying boy's head. "Besides, they should feel honored, giving us their entertainment and joy...it's all about giving..."

Vladimir laughed again as he laced the fingers of his free hand with Katrina's and gently kissed her on the lips, before sipping the blood in his wine again. "I suppose we should bind up the ones we want to take," Vladimir smiled as he walked out to what he believed was the garage. Sure enough, he came back with a long thin rope, however it would have to do. He unravelled the rope and began binding the struggling boy's wrists, before pausing slightly and looking at Katrina.

"Have you ever thought of having children, my love?" Vladimir asked curiously and somewhat quietly.

Katrina smiled as Vladimir spoke, she loved it when he talked of torture. She held onto the boy's collar as he struggled, trying in vain to get out of her grasp. She slowly sipped the blood and waited for Vladimir to return. When he began to bind the boy she walked over and stuided the three other men. She had decided to take the two sons and kill the father, probably rip off a leg and let him bleed.

The vampiress turned to Vladimir and arched and eyebrow as he asked a very strange question.

"Once or twice yes. Why?"

"Oh, Just wondering, my love," Vladimir replied as he continued to bind the boy. He himself had never really thought of a child. Wouldn't having one be good to continue the Thanatos legacy?

"Would you want one?" he suddenly blurted, slowly turning away at such a blatant question and binding the remaining songs. But would he want one?

"My dear Lord Dracula, I found him, now do you want him dead with his head in a platter? Or, for me to bring him to you? Or, something totally different? I shall await your orders.

Loki, investigate the power, then follow it. Report on it to me. Then I will give you a command.

Katrina blinked as Vladimir asked if she wanted a child. It was probably the most shocking thing the vampiress had ever heard, even more than Lord Dracula showing them his plans of war. She walked over to him.

"Not really...I dunno, have never thought of it. Only upside I see is it working to earn money so we can continue to live as we do. Besides, raising a child would subtract our personal time. What were you thinking Vladimir? Erase this one's memory and raise him as our own? If that is what you want I will go along with you."

But then Eversmann decided on whether on to have artillary fire at this convoy or not. If I have artillary fire on that convoy then they germans will be alert that there is a probable spy or a scout in the area. "HQ cancel AT's alpha and charlie's orders, Out" Eversmann saw that the decision he had made was probably right.
"Lieutenant, why didn't you have artillary fire at them?"
"Because private if we fire at them they will know we are here and will hunt us down! Because that one car right there, *points to car* is none other than the german commander of the Waffen SS, If we take them out and they had all this to protect one man, what will they protect him with if we kill him? Even more! We can't risk this!"
Eversmann continued watching the convoy move on. "well thats that"
"Sigmund! Over here!" *mentions with hand*