Blutwurst [M]

It had a short while since Gerhard, once a strong human, was transformed into a vampire.  It was if he was a newborn compared to other vampires, and yet he was still so much stronger than he ever was as a mortal.  

For the first few nights he had fed off of his Sire's blood.  But on this particular night, he had the fortune of finding a British camp.  

He'd stalked the camp for awhile, searching out the potential victims.  He had no desire to drink from the ugly ones.  No, he'd only feed off of the best the British and any other Ally had to offer.  

It was then that his eyes set on a young man.  A demented smile curled to his lips.  This would be the one.  

Silently he watched the human, spying on his new pet.  He wondered how the boy would handle himself against the terror that was to come.

Evan shivered as he walked through the snow, he was growing sick of the constant cold here and having to take guard duty in the middle of the night just meant that he was chilled to the bone.

He trudged through the slush with pursed lips as he let the current guard go back inside.

He sat beside a small fire, rifle in hand as he watched the perimeter. He hadn't wanted to be a part of this war, he wasn't built for fighting, that much was obvious, he didn't look like the other men here.

Evan was a writer and an academic but he got called in the fight. The man shivered violently as a cold gust of wind whipped his blond locks from around his face, causing him to huddle into himself, sitting closer to the fire with a soft curse.

The man that the young solider had just relieved would not make it back to the camp.

He hadn't time to even scream before Gerhard slashed his throat.

As the body hit the floor, the vampire stalked towards his prey, licking his bloodied fingers.

Evan pulled his coat tight around his slender body, hugging himself for warmth as he curled closer to the fire.

"I'm sick of this war, and this weather."

He grumbled as he wiped flakes of snow off of his face, pulling down the sides of his hat and pulling up his coat in order to shield himself from the elements.

The man was non the wiser to the danger lurking nearby, the sound of the wind was too loud and his attention was focused elsewhere.

Once Gerhard was right behind Evan, he just stopped. He stood and watched the British boy. In his eyes, Evan was an insignificant creature placed on this earth for the sole purpose of providing him with some entertainment.

The solider didn't seem like a hero. It was painfully obvious that he was drafted here against his will.

The German Vampire decided to not give away what he was yet. He'd pretend to be just as human as this British boy at first. Just for fun.

He pulled out a gun and pressed it to the back of Evan's head.

"Do not scream." He said, his German accent thick. "I killed your friend and you will be next if you don't obey. Make a sound and more blood will be shed." His voice was calm, but very dark. He wondered if the lad would listen to his order or try to warn the others.

Evan froze in and instant as the gun pressed against his head and those thick German words sounded.

His friend had been killed, and he was going to be next.

He sat there for a moment, still and quiet as he thought over his options.

He had no way of knowing if this man was alone or if more Germans had made their way undetected into the base. If they had the men would be overwhelmed and wouldn't stand a chance, most of them were asleep or indoors, easy to ambush.

Evan had already accepted the fact the he would probably die over here, he wasn't soldier material, his only hope was to be of some use, to make even the slightest of difference.

His mind flicked to the alarm, it was in arms reach, all he had to do was pull the lever to set it off, the men would wake, they would be ready for the threat.

The man swallowed thickly, he had made his choice, he would at least die helping others.

Swiftly he reached over and pulled the lever, sounding the loud sirens that lined the buildings of the camp.

Gerharh raised his brow.

Of course he had let the human defy him. If he'd wanted to he could have stopped him. But this was more fun.

"A hero? It seems I have misjudged you." He chuckled. His laugh was low and dark.

With that he grabbed Evan by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back so they could face each other for the first time.

Two shots fired, one for each of Evan's knee's.

With the British lad no longer able to run, Gerhard easily hoisted him up over his shoulder and dashed away before any of the other British could come to his rescue.

Evan wasn't a hero, he was hardly even a brave man, he merely didn't want to die for nothing.

He had never got the chance to become well known for his writing, he at least wanted to leave behind some legacy.

The man gasped as he was grabbed, staring up at the man behind him in fear.

His lips moved to form words but they were cut off by a loud scream as he was shot in both knees.

If Gerhard hadn't been holding him he would have crumbled to the ground, unable to move.

Instead he writhed in pain, sobbing as he struggled to free himself from the man's grasp.

Ahh that beautiful sound of pure, raw agony. And they hadn't even truly started in the fun yet.

With his new sense of speed, he was able to carry Evan quickly back to where he and Alexis were staying.

He wondered if his Sire was at the abandoned cottage they'd made camp at or not.

If she was he'd kindly direct her to the British camp so she could have her fun with the slaughter. All he cared about was this one victim he'd picked up.

Alexis was inside, laying out in front of the fire in stolen clothes, which she had taken from a woman she killed a few days ago.

The girl purred as she sipped at wine she had found stashed away inside of the neighboring houses, people were so predictable when they wanted to hide their valuables.

Meanwhile Evan screamed and thrashed in the man's grasp, sobbing as every movement sent horrific pain through his legs.

"Just kill me..."

He sobbed, he at least wanted a quick death.

Gerhard was not fond of anyone, that is, except for Alexis. In his eyes, she was flawless in every single way possible. The perfect Sire.

It was impossible for a creature like him to know love. But what he felt for Alexis was the closest he'd probably ever get.

"Hallo schön." He purred at the sight of her. He was glad to see her there.

He threw Evan down to the floor roughly, not caring if the soldier banged his head and got knocked out. Evan being conscious or not did not effect the fun to be had.

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"Hello lovely."

Alexis sat up, her face brightening as he walked into the room, Gerhard was the fledgling she had always wanted, he was violent and ruthless, it was something she adored

"Willkommen zu Hause."

The girl poured a second glass of wine and offered it to him, smirking as a loud crack sounded as the man hit the floor, instantly silencing his cries.

"Sie wählen immer die Hübschen."

She muttered, crawling forward a little to sweep blonde curls from the unconscious man's face.

"Wenn du sie bluten wie das dann wird es für Sie nichts zu trinken übrig."

Shooting the man was such a silly thing to do, though Gerhard had a small sense of whimsy when it came to toying with his prey.
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Welcome home

Heh, you always choose the pretty ones.

If you let them bleed like that then there will be nothing left for you to drink.

The man took the wine gratefully and then looked back down to his catch.

"Er ist nicht zum Trinken, er ist zum Spaß." He explained, and then took a sip of the fermented drink.

"Ich hatte mich satt auf einer seiner Kameraden. Apropos, gibt es eine ganze Lager voll von britischen Soldaten, die darauf warten, zu sterben, wenn Sie interessiert sind." He added with an evil glimmer to his eye.

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"He's not for drinking, he's for entertainment."

"I had my fill on one of his comrades. Speaking of which, there is an entire camp full of British soldiers waiting to die, if you're interested."

"Unterhaltung..."

She hummed, a grin curling at her lips, she could only imagine what the man meant by that.

There were three things Gerhard enjoyed above all else, killing, feeding, and having a man in his bed.

These desires had only intensified once she had turned him.

"Er wird nicht viel Spaß machen kann ist er blutet aus, bevor er wieder bewußt werden, es sei denn natürlich, wenn Sie sie genießen wie diese genau das gleiche.

Ich muss ihnen einen Besuch abzustatten, Fütterung von Ihnen ist nicht so befriedigend, wie die ein Mensch."

She still took pleasure in biting him some nights, most of the time when food was difficult to find, but it didn't have the same thrill of the hunt.
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Entertainment...

He wont be much fun is he bleeds out before he become conscious again, unless of course, if you enjoy them like this just the same.

I'll have to pay them a visit, feeding from you is not as satisfying as taking a human.

Gerhard took another drink of his wine, his eyes resting upon the unconscious Evan.

"Nein." He said, his nose wrinkling at the thought of that. His detest had nothing to do with morals and everything to do with the idea of them not being able to feel the torture he inflicted.

He certainly understood the need for the hunt, to making the kill. He understood it in a way that most wouldn't be able to fathom. Most were not as twisted as he.

He delicately put his drink down and then picked Evan up by his hair. He dragged the poor man to a stack of hay with some blankets thrown over it.

It was all the abandoned house had to offer as a bed.

He made quick work of striping the human's clothing on his upper half, leaving the trousers and boots on. He tore the sleeves off and used them to bind Evan's hands firmly behind his back.

He used the extra cloth to wrap up Evan's knee's, trying to stop the blood flow. Alexis had made a very good point.

Alexis gave a soft giggle as he went about tending to the human, to most it would seem like an act of mercy, saving him from dying.

The girl knew better than that, Gerhard was intensifying his own pleasures.

The human couldn't scream, cry and thrash if he was too weak to even move. She understood the man well enough, there was no fun in having the human just lay there like that.

"Ich frage mich immer, wenn Sie sich ein Haustier zu finden."

It was common enough practice among her clan, Vampires would take a slave that they enjoyed tormenting, keeping it alive only to torment it further.

Though she doubted it, Gerhard was a bad judge of when enough was enough, he wouldn't be able to control himself enough to not kill them.

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I often wonder if you'll find yourself a pet.

Killing was one of the funnest parts. The human would have to be very special to live through one night with Gerhard.

Once Evan was all bound up, Gerhard sat beside his head and ran his hand gently through the blond hair.

Blond was his favorite hair color of all. So pure and angelic.

He could hardly wait for his angel to wake.

Alexis finished her wine and then curled back up in front of the fire like a contented cat.

When Gerhard began his fun she would head down to the camp and give the man a little privacy to enjoy himself.

It took a long while for the man to stir, when he did his brows furrowed as he gave a pained groan, his face had grown more pale due to the blood loss.

Though when his eyes fluttered open he looked up at the man touching him with complete and utter terror.

"You...what are you doing..."

He muttered before trying to pull away from him, hissing as his legs barely moved and his arms were bound uncomfortably beneath him.

Gerhard had fallen into a bit of a trance as he waited for the soldier to wake again.

He was mostly asleep, though his hand continued to mindlessly stroke Evan's hair.

When the British lad awoke, Gerhard snapped out of his trance and looked down at his victim with an expression of false tenderness.

"Shhh." He crooned. "Try not to move too much, you will only hurt yourself more."

He glanced up at Alexis, wondering if she would leave them alone now, or stay.

He had no say in what his Sire did, he respected her as being the one in command.

If she were to stay the torture would still commence.

It would just be a different kind of torture.

At the sound of the panic Alexis rose and padded over to the slow, giving the human a warm smile before leaning over Gerhard and pressing a kiss to the Fledgling's forehead.

"You kids have fun."

She purred sweetly, she only spoke in English to the man when there were others present.

With that she stroked a hand through Gerhard's hair then grabbed her coat and headed out the door.

Once she had her fun at the base she would need to find a new place for them to stay, chances are this place would be a mess when she got back.

Evan's brows furrowed as he watched the two of them, they seemed to sweet, but he knew for a fact that this man killed his friend and then shot him.

He could sense the foreboding that was masked behind their cooed words.

Without the bloodshed, violence, and pure evil sadism, Gerhard and Alexis would have looked like a very cute couple. They were both attractive, had confidence, similar interests, and seemed to respect each other.

But alas, the bloodshed, violence, and pure evil sadism were a pretty significant part of the pairs personality.

Once Alexis was gone Gerhard looked back down to Evan with a gentle expression. It didn't look like it fit his facial features.

It was, of course, an act on his part.

"Make yourself comfortable boy, you are now my prisoner." He stated, his voice sounding much kinder than the words he was speaking.

He stood up and walked over to a darker corner of the room, a place where the firelight didn't touch.

He kept some interesting items he'd found earlier that night in this spot.

Evan gave a rather pathetic whimper as those words sounded, he at least hoped that his efforts to wake the men would at least save them as the woman walked out.

Though he suspected that she would not be that much of a threat, not against a camp of trained men.

"You're a Nazi."

He muttered, his voice laced with disgust as he watched him.

"I'm not going to tell you anything."

He figured he had been taken for information, well he wasn't going to betray the other soldiers, not that he knew much anyway.

"I'm not just a Nazi, boy. I'm a member of The Schutzstaffel. When I want information, I get it."

Of course at this stage in his life, Gerhard didn't need the information anymore. That wasn't his goal here.

No, he would ask Evan impossible questions, and torture him more and more when he couldn't answer.

It was such a thrill.

"Now, we'll start off easy." He said, gripping a long metal rod used for tending a fire. The end was forked.

He casually walked over to the fire and started poking around the logs, letting a few sparks fly up.

"Tell me about yourself. Your name. Your family. Your work."

Gerhard loved to get to know his victims. The more real they were, the more powerful he felt ripping their lives away.

Evan's lips pursed into a hard line, that was not what he wanted to hear when he was bound up and helpless.

His eyes watched the man keenly, the sight of that fire prod in his hand made him grimace.

A threatening man with an equally threatening device in his hand was a horrifying prospect.

The man stayed silent, he meant what he had said, he didn't want to tell the man anything at all.

Gerhard couldn't believe the stubbornness. What did a measly little soldier like this have to gain from being valiant?

Gerhard allowed the silence to ensue, the only sound the crackling of the fire.

Evan had all ready had his knee's shot out. He had to know that Gerhard wasn't all about talk and no action.

When the metal rod started to glow red in the flames, Gerhard finally stood and walked back over to his captive.

"Do you feel brave?" He asked, his tone mocking. He brought the rod up and got it close enough to Evan's skin that he'd be able to feel the heat radiating off of it.