Addelwolfa is German for noble she wolf. I actually made her for an entirely unrelated story a few years ago. Upon researching I found out that the male counterpart was Addelwolf- which is a variant of Adolf and so you get the irony...
Addle, pronounced: *ah-dul*
Addle sat quietly at the kitchen table, soundly sipping her black coffee from a mug, the strong aroma soothed her shaken and frilled nerves. No one seemed to be in the hide out, which worried her, it wasn't like the guys to just leave and not breath a word of departure. Though now that she really thought about it, she vaguely remembered Donny bursting into her room and asking something about going out. Though she had ignored him and tried to drift back into a particularly erotic and satisfying-yet unwelcome dream about a faceless tormentor. She couldn't help but bite her lip as she remembered her dream, who ever had her chained up and performing such acts on her that she might read in some French erotica, did one hell of a good job. She guessed the guys had went out for some late night merry making considering Aldo hadn't told her anything about an exceptionally important mission in their near future.
She sighed as she began to come back to her senses, the hideout was cold as fuck, probably just warm enough for her not to see her breath, and there she sat in an old button up and underwear, it just so happened that the button up was Hugo's, and she could remember exactly how she had acquired it. A few days after joining the bastards, Hugo was taken out into the field with the Basterds for the first time. Addle smiled as she thought of what was probably one of the most embarrassing moments of her life, she was pinned between a nazi and a tree, the German beheld a joyous crooked smile as he struggled against Addles hands, she tried with all her might but the German was slowly succeeding in piercing her delicate flesh with her own combat knife. Blood trickled down her chest as she tried in vain not to scream , biting her lip to the point of blood. Suddenly the knife was driven away from her, the blade traveled down her shirt, effectively ripping it right in half. Addle remembered staring into his cold blue eyes as Hugo held the back of the struggling nazis uniform and drove a knife into the side of his neck, twisting it as blood spurted onto her face and the nazi went limp.
"Here." He hadn't even hesitated, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to her before running back to god knows where.
She chuckled as she began to recall this as her first feelings for a male. Watching the way his muscles flexed under tanned skin, the way he carried out his duties with a stare that let you know he could handle what ever you wanted to throw his way. Afterward she had tried to return the shirt, but he just shook his head and said not to even worry about it. And as for the cut in her chest, it had turned into a thin silver slanted "L" that could barely be seen, that nazi seemed to think it would be funny or brilliant to emulate the Basterds signature.
Not even five minutes later the woman was pulled from her silent-and not to mention much appreciated alone time by the slamming of car doors and the hoots of some very happy men.
She jumped as the front door slammed open, in came the Basterds, Aldo was first to notice her, his eyes lit up as he spotted her sitting at the table.
"Come on Ace we got ourselves a Nazi." He pulled her up as the others trudged in, last was Donny, thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes was a blonde woman, gagged and Bound in constricting ropes. She had on a bright red sequenced dress, that look very expensive. Addle couldn't help but think that she looked to beautiful to even begin to emit even the slightest sign of distain of ugliness toward anyone.
Right as she opened her mouth to say something Aldo called to Donny,
"Take her to the basement and strap her to the table!"
"All right."
Slightly annoyed she cleared her throat, causing Aldo to redirect his attention back to her.
"Why didn't anyone tell me you guys were going on a mission?"
Aldo began to walk her toward the basement steps, here all the guys had just perviously converged.
"Well it was more of just an unwindin' period, you know a nice night of drinking. I told Donny to ask you.."
Addle nodded, "yeah he did."
Aldo glanced at the basement door as it came into view.
"Well I stepped out side of the bar for a second, and this crazy bitch puts a gun to my head, spittin'at Kraut language. I subdued her and me and the guys called it a night..." He sighed.
"Gotta tell yah, no matter how drunk you are, or ever will be. Nothin' sobers you up like the barrel of a gun to the back of yer' head."
He laughed off the last part as they entered the basement, all the men stood around the panicked blonde, awaiting their next orders. Addle found herself leaning against the wall next to Hugo, of course in doing so she felt so exposed and self conscious, her black hair a disheveled mess, sleep lines under her tired eyes, and a blush that soon formed from habit of being so close to him. Though she didn't have much time to dwell on her insecurities, as Aldo didn't waste any time getting down to business. Everyone was silent, it was like a ritual, Aldo's treatment of captives. Addle knew that besides that, one of the reasons everyone was so quiet, so stone still, had to do with the fact that she was a woman. If she refused to speak, someone would have to coax her.
Everyone in the room had some experience in torture, Hell even Addle could break a few bones, and pull some teeth every now and again. But it was like a silent battle, who would Aldo choose to do the dirty work? Each man seemed to try and make himself smaller, less noticeable. Something about torturing a woman didn't sit right within their guts, and Addle could feel it.
"You speak English?"
He stared down at the woman, again Addle couldn't help but be entranced by how beautiful she was, she wondered for a second if she really was a nazi-or more likely-a nazi wife.
Addle watched as the woman nodded, unreadable emotions seemed to be swirling within her blue green eyes.
Aldo brought a finger down to her face, he gingerly traced her jawline, she shied away from his touch, causing him to smile.
"Now listen here girly, I'm gonna do you a favor, an get rid of that gag. And when I do, your goin' to give me a damn good reason as to why you thought it would be a good idea to sneak up on me. And if I see fit, I might, just might let cha go." He pulled out his ridiculously huge hunting knife, letting it catch the light as he eyed it with silent appreciation.
"But still with a cost."
He smirked, letting her know that wether she left here alive or not, she was going to bare with her, the mistake of fucking with The Basterds for the rest of her life.
Addle stared as Aldo gingerly removed the cloth from her red lipstick framed mouth, somehow her make up had not been disturbed in anyway, she looked like a silent goddess, that was, until she found her voice.
Like nails on a chalk board her voice came, like a dog turning on its master she snapped.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU JEWISH SCUM! my husband should have killed you all! töte mich jetzt, ich würde lieber sterben, als in deiner Gegenwart nicht länger bleiben!"
Addle mentally flinched, what harshness. Though she had to admit the crazy bitch had guts, strapped to a table in a room full of war hardened Jewish men who wouldn't have wasted anytime tearing a man who said that to pieces.
"Bad girl."
Aldo jammed the gag right between her lips as she began to squirm and scream.
Aldo looked around the room for a second,
"Will someone tell me what she said?"
"She said-"Addle and Hugo began at the same time, Addle began to flush as she felt everyone's eyes on her. She chuckled nervously as she caught Hugo's gaze, he nodded as to let her finish, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.
"She said to kill her because she would rather die than be in our presence any longer."
Aldo lifted a brow, "Didn't know you spoke German." And looked back down at the furious blonde.
It was odd, but no one had ever asked. Anytime they needed any translating it was Wicki or Hugo that stepped up to bat, Addle never really had use for it anyway, besides occasional reading and listening to the pleas of a dying Nazi now and again. Oh, and there was the listening to Hugo and Wicki share strained conversations at times, but that was just an added pleasure.
The lieutenant ran a hand through his dark hair,
"Anybody got a cigarette?"
He held his hand out as Utivitch stepped forward to place the stick in his palm.
"Much appreciated."
Addle could see the woman's eyes dart back and forth, and every which way, full of question as Aldo lit the cigarette and took a long draw. Addle shared the same look of question, Aldo Raine did not smoke cigarettes, she was sure that was what had the others entranced as well.
"Now honey you didn't do what I asked, and even the proudest Nazi knows that you should always follow orders..." He took another drag. "Or face the consequences."
Addle cringed as Aldo snubbed his cigarette on the white flesh of her chest, the woman was convulsing in pain, muffled screams and tears escaping her consonance. It seemed that the room gained an air of relief, it seemed Aldo was taking this job on by himself, much to everybody's quickly fleeting mental anguish.
As soon as the captive stopped screaming Aldo spoke,
"Now we're gonna try that again, mind telling me why you would see it fit to threaten my life, sweetie?"
The tone in his voice told Addle that he was taking this threat to his life on a personal level. Once more, he took the gag from her mouth, but now her face was blotched and her porcelain skin glew with red undertones.
It took her a minute, she looked around and fresh tears began rimming her large eyes. She closed her eyes and lay her head to the side.
"You brutes tortured my husband, by the time they had found his body-"
she sniffled.
"he was unrecognizable...they-they had to identify him my his wedding band!" Addle could see an new wave of rage course through her as she bit her lip in suppressed anger.
"Sie ekelhaften Tiere töten mich verdammt noch mal! Ich werde eure Seelen in die Hölle verdammt!"
Aldo looked back Addles way, with hesitation she replied, "she said we were disgusting animals...and to kill her already, she will damn our souls to hell."
Addle didn't quite sympathize with this woman, for the love of god her husband was killed for aiding in the torture and death of millions of innocent Jews. While she just sat back with full knowledge. Addle could feel her emotions brew, anger was slowly seeping from her heart and into the rest of her body. This woman continued to insult her team in English and German and she was getting tired of it, before she could stop herself Addle rose from her spot along the wall. As she neared the blonde she hissed,
"Ekelhafte Tiere? Sie haben keine Ahnung, was du Heiliger eines Mannes hat, um Millionen von unschuldigen Männern, Frauen und Kindern gemacht?"
(disgusting animals? do you have any idea what you're saint of a husband has been doing to millions of innocent men, women, and children?)
The woman only stared back to her forcefulness with fear.
"Dann haben Sie den Mut, meine Männer, als ob Ihr angreifen rechts? Als ob du bist derjenige, der verletzt worden ist? Wenn überhaupt diese Männer getan haben dir einen Gefallen. "
(then you have the nerve to attack my men as if your in the right? as if you're the one who's been hurt? if anything these men have done you a favor.)
Addle grabbed a scalpel from the table beside her, a blinding anger rising from the pit of her soul.
"-und ich bin zu dir einen Gefallen tun."
(and i'm about to do you a favor.)
She brought the scalpel to the blondes throat, growling with disgust.
The woman began sobbing even harder, begging,
"Please! No, I'm so sorry! I'll do anything! I don't want to die!"
Addle felt a tinge of disgust towards her words, what a coward.
"I know why you tried to kill my Lieutenant..."
Addle brought her lips down to the Woman's ears, so she could hear her over her own bawling.
"Because. Your a filthy low life coward."
Without remorse the small blade raced across her porcelain throat, blood sprayed Addles body, drenching and matting her wavy hair.
She listened to the blonde gurgle as she choked on her own blood, watched the last few tears run down her face, and smiled as her body went still.
Without a word Addle walked out of the basement and back upstairs, leaving The Basterds a bloody mess to clean up.