A Bodyguard's duty
An: Nobody must care about this as this is a reboot of my shitty crossover between Hellsing and the Rosario+ franchise.
To summarize the plot: During the Battle of London a lone SS Freak realises that shit is about to hit the fan and flees. Luckily for him Doc dies before he can hit the kill switch… Years later he is tasked of babysitting a rich Japanese vampire brat
Disclaimer: The following content is used solely for entertainment purposes and the franchises belong to their respective owners
Warning: The author is very lazy. The author has very little knowledge of Rosario+ franchise and has a very low opinion on the whole series. The following work of fiction contains adult materials not suited for minors.
Let's get right into the story, shall we…
Prologue- A soldiers view
Was he human?
Herman Rosenberg was not so sure.
He remembered the time when he surely could say that he was, but that was in the early year of 1914 when he, just a boy of 16 had secretly joined the army to fight against the French swine.
Then he had started to doubt himself.
The trench warfare had shocked the young man as he saw close friends on Western Front being blown to bits by Allied artillery fire, comrades bayoneted and mentors putting a gun under their chins and pulling the trigger.
Through blood and suffering Herman weathered the storm of war, returning home with both legs, both arms and one blue eye.
After the war when the Great Depression began and whole world suffered, most notably Germany and Herman was quickly left without the source of any income and so he did what he thought was best and joined a gang. There he lied, he stole and murdered. Some soldiers might've felt discomfort or even plain disgust, but Herman was dulled by the horrors of war and had no qualms of killing for money if it fed his mother and sisters.
Then the Nazi party came. They spoke about returning glory to German people and they were the only hope. When Adolf Hitler came to power the fulfilled their promised to the nation and Herman joined the ranks of its members, seeking comradery and ideals of a thousand year Reich of prosperity to Germany.
In the year of 1925 he joined then Saal-Schutz and remained a devout member of NSDAP until the Night Of Long Knives where he and many others would be called upon to commit political killings to solidify the power of the party.
He had not enjoyed this task like many others; Herman hated seeing the marks loved ones crying when they came and he had suspected that this was the first time when he truly could admit to himself that this had been inhuman.
Next step up the military ladder was Waffen-SS. For his ruthlessness he was selected for the Totenkopf-Standarten.
From there he toured Europe wherever the Black Order was needed.
Mass executions, assassinations and battles- he participated in all of them with a cold professionalism and apathy as he moved down the elderly with schmeisers , torched Synagogues with flamethrowers, bashed captives with spades and bayonets.
His humanity died little by little and each day he felt more and more like a machine.
Until Operation Barbarossa that is…
Herman then had changed the role from that of an executioner to that of a sniper. His superiors were skeptical about this choice, given his damaged depth perception due the loss of his left eye, but they relented when he could shoot a jew from 500 metres with plain iron sights.
In 1941 he was attached to 4th Army's 16th division and then came Stalingrad.
It was hell in its purest form.
By then Herman had gotten himself a full black beard which jokingly gave the sniper a nickname- Odin, among the other skullheads much to his own chagrin.
He was half starved and wearing sewn soviet uniforms at the time to protect himself from the terrible cold. His beloved Walther Gewehr 43 had over 100 scratches on its barrel.
When the order of retreat came from the headquarters his squad had been surrounded by dozens of soviets. By the end of the firefight, his beloved rifle's scope was smashed to bits, comrades dead and his luger broken; Herman had taken a soviet AK-47 and fought through the front line.
By the time Herman had reached a safe distance between himself and soviet army he collapsed against a tree.
When he woke up he was face to face with a plump blond major, who introduced himself as Max Montana. Then everything went black.
Herman had once again awoken, this time cleanly shaven, dressed in a clean Waffen-SS uniform and feeling a bit light headed.
Then Max as he told Herman to call him, informed him of his reassignment and what it meant.
Then there was the offhand remark about being a vampire.
Initially he called the major insane; to the insult the small man smiled and shot him. To Herman's surprise the bullet flew in slow motion at him, which was impossible see to a human eye as it moved with the speed of 343,4 metres per second. He deftly dodged it and then it became a full circle. Instead of being a human monster, now he had become a real one.
He saw little changes to himself, when he looked in the mirror.
Everything was the same, save his slightly elongated fangs and slightly red iris of his.
The grizzled sniper was quickly dispatched as an assassin working along others to conduct massacres across Europe. Then he realized that he was not a vampire, contrary of what his fellow vampire totenkopfs thought.
He did not crave blood and they did not perish during sunlight so he decided that he was something more than human and less than a vampire.
Herman did not partake in the blood drinking earning him another nickname- the Vegetarier.
First time he saw a true vampire was when he was in Warsaw when a little girl with a Thompson drum sub-machine gun massacred twenty of his fellows with a single magazine, which was impressive since they could dodge gunfire like flies and shrug of wounds as if they were raindrops.
Then was the first time he saw a true monster.
When he reached the rendezvous point he was sedated immediately along others and then he awoke in South America, which led him to his current situation.
The Nazi sniper was hiding in the bushes waiting for his prey.
It was ingenious, really. The soldiers were not permitted a leave since it could derail the grand plan of Millennium and it was dreadfully boring in the base as the only thing they did was training and sleeping, with supplies arriving once a month from the nearby villages.
So what the squads did was simple, one of them wrote an anonymous letter to amateur glory obsessed Nazi hunters instructing them to the location of several high rank escaped war criminals in locations near the cities, near the Blutsaugerhöhle, as they had started calling the base and wait for the order to silence them.
Herman was wearing the standard civilian olive military garb armed with a spade.
Rolf, the fellow vampire, son of a Bavarian shepherd was already preparing the hole, while Hans and Kristoff had taken off to disable their vehicle.
Suddenly his sensitive hearing picked up the rustling of bushes more than 50 metres ahead and his lips stretched into a full grin.
They were three: one man and…jackpot…two females. This meant that there would be such fun, for them that is… While he and Rolf were no rapists, Hans and Kristoff were quite keen on victims of a female gender, which sometimes creeped the others out, but they were long used to the brothers' antics. This also meant that he and Rolf would be first to the city.
This was when Herman picked up a conversation.
"Is this map correct Dez?"
"Jonathan, for the thousandth time, we are on the right track! We just passed the small eagle engraved in the boulder, now only 30 metres till the entrance" an authoritarian female voice admonished the male
"What's gonna be in there sis?" a bit higher voice chimed in, to Herman's account she was probably a bit older than sixteen
"The letter mentioned that there was a retired general with his bodyguards trying to conduct the project "Übermensch", the letter also had a torn page and it was horrifying Elise. The sooner we catch them the safer the world will be. Perhaps maybe even there may be an article about us…" the woman known as Desdemona proclaimed happily.
Sisters…well shit.
The twins would be merciless.
We'll they were almost in the clearing. Herman grabbed his spade lying on the ground and gave Rolf the signal. The son of the Bavarian shepherd smiled and took off like lightning.
He himself dug his heels into the jungle floor and sprinted.
The amateur Nazi hunters felt a sharp gale of wind as something rushed past them. Desdemona and Elise suddenly felt two presences behind them and they crumbled on the ground with a quiet gasp.
Jonathan turned around face to face with the two assailants and the last thing he saw was two sharpened spades descending.
There was blood everywhere and Rolf loved it. The tall vampire greedily devoured the fountain of blood pouring from the hunter's neck, while his comrade shook his head and stepped back.
"You're messy Rolf"
"C'mon Herman, we're all monsters here!" the son of the Bavarian shepherd pouted as he used the Nazi hunters scarf to clean his mouth of blood.
"Do you want to run to the city on foot?" Herman asked Rolf looking at him with his one eye
"You got a good point there" Rolf pouted and started looting the body.
The hunters didn't have much that the vampires had wanted, but they were surprised when they found two good bottles of whiskey, a carton of cigarettes and some novels. The valuables and the selective items were stuffed inside the duffle bag and the corpse of the deceased Nazi hunter thrown into the grave.
Suddenly two gusts of wind flew past and two shadows landed in front of Herman.
"What's up Boss?"
"Is that what I think it is?"
The twins asked as they looked at the unconscious huntresses laid out before them.
"Yes, now what did you do with the car?"
"These idiots had left the key of the Jeep into the document shelf" they both responded and threw the object to the elder vampire.
Herman caught the keys easily and knelt down to pick up the duffel bag and darted off into the forest. Rolf followed shortly after.
Left alone with their soon to be victims the twins looked at one another
"Should we wake them up or let them awake on their own?" Hans asked pointing his rifle at the girls.
"I really want to get to the city faster and I'm not overly keen on running" Kristoff replied. To this Hans pulled out an old silver coin he had got in Baltic States and turned to his brother "Which side?"
"The pretty lady"
"Alright, Number says we let them awaken before we take them, the pretty lady says we gently awaken them and be polite as we can be before jumping them," Hans sighed and flipped the coin.
About minute later or 5 kilometres further Herman and Rolf reached the jeep and quickly changed into their clean clothes.
This year it probably would be the last time they got to go to the town, but tonight Herman would allow himself to pretend to be human.
Decades later he would be one again drawn into a conflict with a familiar foe.