Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction ever! I really loved Inglourious Basterds and was inspired to write this fanfic about it.

This first chapter is quite short and I haven't introduced my main character yet, but she'll arrive in the next chapter. I'm not really sure where this story is taking me and I don't know how the romance between Donny and the OC will turn out. I guess we'll see!

I do not own any of the characters in this fiction except my two OC's. Everything else belongs to Quentin Tarantino!

July 17th 1942.

The golden fields of southern France looked more beautiful than ever on this hot summer day. While riding along the roads of the peaceful countryside, it was almost impossible to think that there was a war going on. Unfortunately, there was.

It must have been around two in the afternoon when the Basterds' ride came to end. Their truck had stopped in front of a regular size house, typically French, with it's blue window shutters, light stones and brick roof. There was another vehicle a few feet away, clearly belonging to Nazis. This, however, was not a concern.

The Basterd's leader, Lt. Aldo Raine, gave his men a few orders before they came out of the truck. His strong Tennessee accent was his main characteristic, along with the large scar on his neck. He announced nothing new, just the usual routine: they were to kill and scalp every Nazi in the house, with the exception of two of them. The first one would be used for questioning, and if he refused to give answers, he would get beaten to death with a baseball bat. The second Nazi would then answer every one of Raine's questions. He always would.

Luckily for the men, no one inside the house had heard them arrive. They were probably too busy interrogating innocent people or something. The Basterds - there were nine of them in total - silently crept up along the exterior walls of the cottage. They all carried guns, but some had another weapon of choice, such as a knife for Stiglitz or a bat for Donny. Utivich, the smallest of the bunch (they called him the "Little Man") gave them the signal that the coast was clear. Lt. Raine kicked the front door open, and the attack began.

The Basterds tended not to think too much during combat. After all, thinking might have lead to pity and second thoughts. Killing everyone on their way was just easier- unless they spotted civilians. In this case, they would try their best to keep them unharmed until they could interrogate them. Even though most of the civilians that they found were gypsies or Jews, they'd rather not take the risk of letting a German spy go. That would be the end of them.

There must have a little less than a dozen Nazis in the room. With two men to spare, the Basterds could kill about ten men total. Most of the wrongdoers were killed by the first minute of the attack, and the two captives were already being tied up by Hirschberg and Ulmer.

Eying the room for a few seconds while trying to find any remaining live victims, Utivich spotted a young man about his age who wasn't dressed in a Nazi uniform sitting against a wall. He looked severely wounded, tired, beaten. Strangely, his hair was blond, his eyes were bright blue, and his hands weren't tied together. The New-Yorker smiled. "Can't be any more Arian than that. I wonder what the hell he did to end up like this". Before Utivich could even walk up and talk to the stranger, he heard a gunshot coming from behind him and saw a stream of blood flowing through the young man's chest. "No!" the soldier yelled. Turning around to see who had done it, Utivich spotted the culprit. As he had expected, it was Donny Donowitz.

"Dammit Donny", he said.

"What?", the other answered. Any American could have recognized the Boston accent that he carried along with him. It didn't give him much class, but added to his whole "Bear Jew" look. He held his sacred bat in his right hand and an AK 47 in the left. Sweat dripped down from his forehead – killing Nazis made him both extremely nervous and excited at the same time.

"That guy's not a Nazi", Utivich explained. Even though Donny was his superior, he still dared to contradict him. They got along pretty well, for the most part.

"So? How can you tell?!"

What could the Bear Jew hate even more than Nazis? Being wrong. Admitting his mistakes was just about the hardest thing for Donny to do.

Hearing the two soldiers bickering, Aldo walked over.

"Now, what you two fightin' 'bout? Ain't there 'nough scalps for all of ya?"

Utivich moved to the side, revealing the corpse of the stranger. He was already dead. The lieutenant kneeled down next to him and searched his pockets. Not finding any wallet or piece of identity, he stood back up.

"Look Donny, 'know this was an accident, but it's still your fault." Aldo turned to the rest of the soldiers. "Check every room, let me know if you see something interestin'. Take any food and supplies ya'll can find. We won't be stayin' here long."

Wicki walked up the stairs first, closely followed by Utivich and Hirschberg. Donny and the others stayed downstairs, opening every cabinet in the kitchen. After all, they were a bit tired of eating rabbit and army biscuits every single day since they'd left their homes.

The first door that the three men came across upstairs was wide open. It looked as though the room had already been searched. Drawers were all over the floor, revealing tons of photos, letters, clothes and documents. The room must have served as a bedroom, perhaps for the young man Donny had just killed. Utivich got shivers just by thinking about it.

Wicki decided that there was nothing important in that bedroom, so the men moved on to the next door. Hirschberg tried turning the doorknob, but it was locked. He took a few steps back and thrust it open.

It only took a few seconds for the three Basterds to realize that they weren't alone in this room.

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