Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Inglorious Basterds, nor the Moonlight series.
Author's note: This is more or less just Inglorious Basterds, but the style and idea of vampires is from Moonlight, and set in the same time frame. I'm not sure if I will add the moonlight characters later or not, but I know they will make appearances.
2nd note: I am having some trouble continuing the story, I need ideas. I have a basic one, but if anyone has some ideas, please share. I also want to apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes, writing is not my strong point.
3rd note: I am in college and will have a limited amount of time to write, not to mention my plot bunny likes to jump from story to story so I will NOT be doing regular updates, I'm sorry.
When Hugo joined the Basterds, they didn't expect much more than a half-crazed Nazis killer. But they got more, so much more. He showed them a new world, a new way. One covered in Blood. That didn't bother them.
They all thought he was a little strange. The way he looked at Nazis, like they were food, was just as entertaining as Donny with his bat. If not a little weird. He liked to stick to the shade. And was way too quiet for most of them.
They hadn't found out about the truth of Hugo until Aldo got shot. It didn't look like Aldo was going to make it and everyone was freaking out except for Donny, Wicki, and Hugo. They were sitting around the fire trying to figure out what to do with Aldo when Hugo said he was going to go check on him.
"I am going to go have another look at Lt. Raine." He knew what he had to do; it was the only way to save Aldo. It was the only way to keep them all, his new family.
He walked over to Aldo's tent and entered. He watched his friend and commander for a few minutes before he kneed down beside him. "Do not worry, Sir. It will only hurt for a little bit longer." He bent over Aldo inhaling his scent, his blood. Hugo let his face shift to its more natural form and bent down to his victim's neck. That's what Aldo was in this moment, his victim.
He paused for only a moment and then with a speed that no human possessed he had bitten in to his victim's neck and was drinking deeply. Aldo, who had been in a fitful sleep, woke up to a strong sharp pain in his neck. It took him a minute to realize that Hugo was drinking his blood. He didn't understand why or how, but he knew one thing for sure. Whatever Hugo was doing, he had a good reason.
The others were sitting at the fire, feeling pretty low. They didn't know what they would do without their commander. When they heard a strange gasping sound. "Wicki, you hear that?" Donny asked the Austrian. Wicki shook his head, confirming Donny's sanity. "Wicki, come with me. The rest of you stay here." Donny said getting up and grabbing his bat.
When they arrived at the tent they didn't know what they expected to see, but this wasn't it. "Fuck a Duck." Was all Donny could say and Wicki agreed with him. Hugo was kneeling over Aldo, his lips smudged with blood. He only looked at them for a moment before looking back to Aldo. "I am saving his life." Hugo said as the other men noticed the new wound on Aldo's neck. They looked at Hugo again and his arm had the same wound, a wound that they both believed to be caused by the fangs in Hugo's mouth. In that moment Aldo opened his eyes.