A/N: I am not really feeling my old Basterds story anymore, so I wanted to start over. I'm not giving up on the old one, but I don't know if I am going to take it down or not. ANyway, I hope you guys like this one. And if you do, please review :-). Even if you don't please review...just don't be really mean about it please. :-)

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-()()Prologue()()-

Han's Landa sat on the porch of his new home staring out into ocean. He sipped slowly at his glass of wine, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair. He allowed a small smile to grace his lips. He had done well for himself. He ended up on the winning side, he got a substantial amount of the credit for the end of the war, and he was sitting in a beautiful and comfortably sized home on Nantucket Island, USA.

He had followed the Nuremberg trials closely with smug satisfaction. Fools the lot of them were. They were so strong in their convictions; they weren't even willing to lie to gain some sympathy. Not that it would matter, the world was considerably anti-Nazi at this point.

At this thought Landa's mood deflated at the thought of the injustice that had befallen him. Him, he wasn't even a Nazi and he had a huge swastika carved into his forehead. Sure, he wore the uniform, but it didn't matter to him what uniform he wore. He only wanted to do his job; detective work. If Hitler had told him to find other Germans he would have, it didn't matter.

Now he was marked forever. When he went to the market a few miles down the road he always made sure his fedora was snug on his head, covering his entire forehead. The scar was not as bad as it could have been, he supposed.

When he had arrived at the American base he was in a lot of pain and was in no way able to give a debriefing to the American General. He was taken to a hospital tent where he was given an abundant amount of Morphine by one on the more sympathetic soldiers and laid down on a cot to sleep. When the General arrived at the tent he was furious.

Not at the young doctor. It seemed the General had much more honor than the Basterds did. And it appears that Lt. Aldo Raine had been wrong about his "chewing out." Oh, he was chewed out alright, but along with that he was demoted to Master Sergeant. Two ranks below first Lt. He was promptly re-promoted, but it still gave Landa some sense of satisfaction. Had that been the German army he would have been executed for such a breach in protocol.

The General also made a long speech about the 'murder' of an innocent German soldier. Landa guessed he was talking about Hermann. The poor kid, he had always been good company.

It was over a week before Landa could speak to the General and his staff. During the week before the General had doctors working on his forehead to be sure it did not become infected or scar to drastically. Landa found himself distressed over the idea of having such an extreme scar at the others had gotten.

While his swastika went deeper and was larger than the others, the American med team did a wonderful job and managed to walk to the scar into a light whitish-pink color, only the very tips of two of the legs being red and glaring.

He was flown over to America in first class seating and was brought directly to his new home which was fully furnished and right on the water. He was happy with his new life, but he had one problem. He had no women to choose from at the current moment. How could he find a mistress, or mistresses, if he never left the house? He cursed Aldo Raine in German for the millionth time.

He had half a mind to go down to, what had he said, Tennessee, and put a bullet in the head of him and his wife. Of course, he would not do such a thing. Raine, maybe, but he had never been one to make war on women of his own accord. It would be quite fun however to track him down. He was sure he could do it quickly…he shook his head. Fantasy, nothing more.

No, right now he needed to find a women. Young, pretty and virginal. He was sure that could keep him occupied for quite some time. When the war had started he had moved into wooing women he knew would fall into his bed quickly. There was no time for a challenge with his other work. Now, he had all the time In the world and a proper conquest was something he itched for. He was a patient man, he didn't need sex, but he sure as hell wanted it.

Now the problem was just how to find one. His neighbors were well aware of his Nazi past, and while they all assumed he was a double agent and a war hero, he was still German. Well, Austrian, but these damn people didn't know the difference. He was a German to them, and so he was un trustworthy.

A few people had spoken to him as he went into town to but essentials, but he could sense their uneasiness. They didn't even give him any time to put on his charm and win them over, which he knew he could. That would be his biggest problem; winning over the men of the island to let them anywhere near their daughters. Luckily, his reputation had not followed him from Europe.

He sighed and leaned back. Reaching into his vest pocket he pulled out a small gold watch and glanced at it. Ten thirty. He supposed it was a bit early to go into town to "shop." Now that he had decided on a plan of action however he could not wait to get started.

He smiled softly. He had never had an American; Austrians, Germans, French, Polish, Russian, even a few Brits and Jews in the days before the war, but never an American. Another notch on his belt would look good, he believed.

His attention was taken away from the water and toward his driveway. The sound of a car coming up on the gravel caught his attention and he watched as a car parked only twenty or thirty yards from him. He was a man get out of the driver's side and wave with a bright smile.

"Hello, there neighbor!" He called and Landa brought up a hand to wave in turn. "We live a few miles away, thought we'd come welcome you to the neighborhood."

We?

The passenger door opened and he saw a long, creamy leg extend out, followed by a feminine hand on the door frame. He watched as the figure pulled itself out of the car and a young women appeared. He noted the attractive powder blue dress that ended just below her knees and the belt that was fastened around her waist, showing off beautiful curves on her young body. Her hair was long and pinned neatly behind her head in one of the more popular styles in Hollywood.

They met eyes and she smiled shyly, her eyes dropping down to the ground. Most likely the older mans daughter. He smiled and waved at the two strangers and turned, reaching for his fedora. He stood, and walked down his porch toward his two visitors.

His fingers briefly glided over the raised skin of his forehead before he placed the hat firmly on his head, extending his hand toward the father of his most recent conquest.

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