Interview with a Nazi.
She sat at the table staring idly out the cafe window. The reporter sat with the tape recorder across the table from her.
"There is so much that you don't know, at least about my breed of vampires."
"There are different breeds?" the reporter asked.
"Yes you stupid child, there are many breeds of vampires, I run among the rank of the werewolves."
"Sounds like the eternity has its benefits." The reporter murmured.
"Maybe, but along with the torments of vampirism, there are the torments of being a female vampire."
"Whats the torments of being a female vampire?"
"I will get to that. I became a vampire when I was only 15, as you can tell I never really filled out, my breast size is a mere B, compared to the average C or D. I have no curves, my figure is still boyish, the only thing on my body that matured was my face, I bear the fate of hundreds of the innocent, men children wives, mothers, and virgins that I killed in the war. I became a vampire during World War 2, so I am still quite young. It was June of 1942, I was taken from my home in Munich Germany, I was taken away from my mother, and my sister, and lover. I was taken back to a Nazi station ground and turned into a vampire, then into the fuck toy of every man that was a part of division 666. I have been raped more times than I can count, I was treated like garbage, exploited and tormented for the sheer thrill of the opposite sex. I was blindfolded, gagged, laughed at, among the horrible things I can't even mention. I also became a nazi. I was forced to kill my people. They burned the insignia of Hitler himself onto my stomach, I wore the ritterkruez and the swastika without shame. I was brainwashed and mutilated. My death did not come that day, it came every day after for the next forty years.."
"But now, let me begin, at the beginning. I was born and raised in Munich Germany. When I was fourteen the war began. My mother told us not to worry because my family was not jewish. My sister however, was paranoid about being sent to a concentration camp. She was right to be paranoid. I was fifteen, almost sixteen when THEY came. I remember that I was lying out in the field that was on our property. I was approached by a rather good looking man wearing a long forest green trenchcoat. He looked down at me. I was wearing a dress slip, and it showed my maturing body. He pulled me up by my arm, and ran his hands over my body. My sister Hannah was 19, I could hear her screaming as they pulled her away and sent her to Auschwitz. This man was holding me tightly. Captain took me and threw me into a car, and ran his hands up my slip. " I have always loved young tender flesh." He muttered, he began kissing me, and just ravaging my body. He didn't rape me then. He bit me, then he tore the dress slip from me, after that he raped me, in a moving car. I actually began to have motion sickness." Rip paused, her undead body began to shake, she turned towards the window, "we can finish another time perhaps."
End
Chapter 1