(to all those who follow A lich in town! the story has been officially discontinued due to lakc of character quality, especially in alucard. so i made this one instead, in hopes you'll forgive me, enjoy)
Michael Zalesny
October 1943
Nazi occupied Poland
Capital city of Warszawa
Makivel mansion
As the city slumbered though what was a moonless, and unusually chilling night, even for the fall season, a group of German soldiers . All wore the uniform of the famous SS. They each carried a MP-40 submachine-gun, a Luger pistol and grenades. One of them carried a Pazerfaust, just in case. The soldiers fanned out as they entered the property, searching for any possible exit. Upon noting every exit, two soldiers were assigned to guard each of them, while the rest, a total of twelve soldiers, would enter the mansion and arrest all the Makivels. Their crime? Suspicion of making false documents to permit Jews and other Inferiors (dunno what the Germans called them) escape Germany undetected. Or rather, that as the cover story. The truth was that these soldiers were here to capture one member of the Makivel family in particular, the eldest member, Cryna Makivel. Approximated age: some seven hundred and thirty years. But all the soldiers had been told was to capture a young girl with long bluish grey hair, and that lethal force was not out of the question, and was rather preferred. The soldiers didn't ask any questions, just obeyed their commanding officer and had rushed forward.
Unbeknownst to them, this was a suicide mission, with the sole purpose of assessing the Makivel elder's abilities. Essentially, the soldiers were all cannon-fodder and completely disposable.
The twelve soldiers broke the lock on the front door and entered the mansion, arriving in a lobby completely deprived of furniture. They fanned out, checking the adjacent rooms, all of whom were equally bare and devoid of life. They then went upstairs. Six went left, six went right. Each group systematically checked every room in the mansion, but it soon became clear that the mansion had been stripped and abandoned, very recently in fact. Such a thing was humanly impossible. But the men did not let this fact distract them from their mission. They then met up and arrived in front of the last room, the library. A sound then came to their ears. A song, sung by a little girl.
Come men, over that hill there we go
To meet our enemies face to face
To make this battlefield our final resting place
March on! March on!
This day is yours!
March on! March on!
Raise those standards high!
Onward, I say!
Charge into the fray!
To war! To battle! To glorious slaughter!
Yes! March on! March on!
To pain! To suffering! To death!
March on! March on brave souls!
For we shall never again see the light of day…
Then an eerie, maniacal laugh echoed throughout the entire mansion. The soldiers shook off whatever fear the laughter caused them and one of them kicked open the door. They stormed into the large, circular room, with bare bookshelves lining the walls. A single cushioned armchair chair was set in the center of the room and seated in it was a young girl dress in elaborate black robes. Beside the chair was a small table, with a single candle set upon it. The candle's light illuminated the girl's face, revealing her long hair to be bluish grey, her skin of a similar, but lighter coloring, and her eyes to be icy blue, with a slight bluish glow in them.
"Hello gentlemen, so glad you could join me," said the girl, her voice that of a child, but her tone was that of an adult, a deranged murderer perhaps.
"Is your name Cryna Makivel?" demanded one of the soldiers.
"Vhy yes! It is, have ve met before?" Cryna asked, tilting her head to the side.
"You're under arrest for suspicions of aiding Inferiors, surrender or ve vill shoot," the soldier ordered as he locked his gun on her, as did the other soldiers.
Cryna answered by laughing so hard she needed to clasp her sides with bony fingers.
"Oh god, oh dear, I haven't laughed so hard in ages! Excuse me, but did you say I vas under arrest?" Cryna nagged.
A shot went off and a bullet burst through the back of the chair. It had gone through right beside Cryna's head. A warning shot, to which Cryna could only laugh.
"My, my, my, those are dangerous, excuse me, but I'll have to ask you to put those avay," Cryna warned jokingly. "Unless of course, you want to die."
These last words were followed by laughter, insane laughter, coming from the young girl's mouth. Having had enough, the soldiers opened fire, shredding girl, chair and table. All three crashed down on the floor. Not a spot of blood could be seen, and the girl's body was riddled with holes.
"Philip, relieve these men of their weapons," muttered the girl in a whisper.
Instantly, the soldiers went to open fire again, only to hear a series of shots coming from above. Twelve pairs of hands and twelve MP-40s then fell to the ground, having been severed from the soldiers' arms. Then, before they could yell, bullets rained down, embedding themselves in their bodies, narrowly missing all the vital parts, all the while promising the twelve men a slow, painful death from blood loss. Most fell to the ground, while a few only fell to their knees. They watched in horror as Cryna's body rose up from the floor, like a ragdoll manipulated by an invisible hand, and promptly regenerated itself and the girl got out of the chair and brushed herself off. Her body spat out the 9mm bullets, which fell to the floor, with a sound of metallic rain. Two of the three soldiers that were on their knees and all those on the ground fainted after this. One remained awake and aware. He trembled as Cryna slowly approached him.
"So, this is all the fearsome SS are capable of against little old me? I must say, I'm terribly disappointed. I at least thought you'd hurt me a little, but you didn't even manage that. Can you even be considered a man?" the girl asked, a blue aura appearing around her body.
"Now, how should I proceed. Well, my first option would of course be to simply kill you, but that would be messy, then again, you've already made quite a mess with your blood splattering my hardwood floor," this was said in a chastising manner, as if she were a mother scolding young boys. "I could also kill you in a none-messy way then bring you back to life as one of my undead minions, but I don't want any German warmongers around me if I can help it. No, I think I'll just do this, and let you all die slowly from hypothermia," Cryna said, suddenly clenching her fist.
The soldiers were then all encased in a huge, crystal clear, block of ice. The conscious soldier's terrified expression would be preserved until the ice thawed, and Cryna could sense that he was still conscious.
A young, black-haired man dressed in a butler-like fashion and carrying two modified Luger pistols then immerged from the shadows. He put the guns away in their holsters, which were located under each arm, then bowed to Cryna.
"Mistress, shall we be going now?" the man asked.
"Not yet, Philip, not yet. Bring me a pen and a piece of paper," Cryna asked, holding out her hand expectantly.
Philip materialized the requested items out of thin air and handed them to Cryna, who then set about to write a lengthy letter to the squad's commanding officer, complaining about the barbaric soldiers' behavior, how wasteful they were with ammunition…the list went on for a good while. She also informed him that herself and her family had, by the time this letter reached him, left Germany. She also left instructions for what to do with the now vacant mansion, and I quote: "You can demolish it, sell it, or shove it up your ass for all I care."
Upon finishing, Cryna then placed the paper on the block of ice in which she had imprisoned the soldiers, right in front of the kneeling soldier's face, and created an ice frame to keep the paper in place. She then enchanted the ice to make it so that it would melt instantly, without leaving any water, the moment the paper was read.
"Vell then, Philip, now you may vhisk me avay as only you can, avay to England," Cryna said. "Oh, and did you get that doll I wanted for Emilia's birthday?"
"Yes mistress, I did. It's already in your new home, in your room, second shelf to the right of the bed, you shouldn't be able to miss it," Philip informed her, just as he picked her up in his arms.
"Thank you Philip, you truly are a dear," Cryna chuckled, lifting up her head to place a kiss on the master-vampire's lips as his rusty-red eyes glowed crimson.
A portal of darkness then materialized in front of them and they stepped through. From then on, it would be sixty years before they ever had to worry about anything regarding Nazis…