Alexandra: Alright! Sorry for the long delay. Now it's time for Seras to meet Millennium. Reviews are welcome and flames make me laugh, but I write well enough with just a few errors so I don't see any problems. Betas are welcome though!

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In the Arms of a Nazi

Chapter 2 Moonlight Becomes You

"Aim vith your third eye, Kätzchen. It helps if you shut out all distractions while engaging a singular target.", said Rip, observing as her fledgling concentrated more on the far-off target with her mind. Envisioning was the key to a vampire's aim. If the target was pictured perfectly in the minds eye, the better the shot would be. Seras carefully examined the target and closed her eyes, pulling the trigger on the rifle. The bullet hit directly in the red eye, the explosive shell setting off and destroying whatever remained of the defenseless tree.

It would seem that my meditation practices with her are working. She will be a great asset to the Reich, and at this rate, she will be a First Lieutenant in no time.

"That's it! Good!" Rip laughed and rose to walk over to Seras, ruffling her childe's hair affectionately. It had been almost a week since Seras's transformation and she was coping with her new life splendidly in an outward. Seras's new senses and abilities were now second nature to handle, and she had already begun working on phasing with her. The only issue had been her aversion to blood.

It would make sense though. I remember my aversion to blood myself, so it seems to run in the family. I don't want to force it on her yet, I refuse to resort to my sire's tactics. She will come around in good time and accept her heritage. Herr Doctor can conjure up some of those blood pills we use for the troops. I wonder how everyone will adapt to a new female in the fold?

"Ve'll make a Vampiress out of you yet, now let's go get some dinner. How do you feel about jaguar?"

Seras grimaced at the suggestion, but nodded in accordance with her dam. Rip was a unique persona to her, not quiet a kindred spirit but benevolent all the same. It had been almost a week since her turning and she had adjusted to her new lifestyle reasonably. But her mind kept replaying that night... the night she was forced to choose between existence or death.

She woke up with a pounding headache.

She tried to lift her hand. It felt like she'd been rundown by a freight train going at full tilt.

"Hurts, ja?"

She managed to open her eyes, the feat nearly impossible. Standing tall above her prone form was Rip. A soft smile rested on her thin lips, shoulders tense with unreleased mirth.

"Don't vorry about it. The living body is an hamperance for young vampires and their potency therefore the blood in your veins kills it, your is just dying."

That simple statement sent Seras over the edge, tears dripping down her face. Memories of the night before came crashing down into the fragile barrier of her sanity, cracking and breaking and twisting against the tide of bleak fear. The men in the alley with their red eyes and ill intent bared before her. Rip's pointed smile and a promise of salvation.

Rip's eyes softened in sympathy at her tears and Seras could feel a strange sensation of glass sliding over glass in her mind. The barrier between sanity and madness was braced by Rip's influence.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the pain in her body subsided and she was able to raise up. She was sitting in a clearing, the muted sound of life from the city leaking through the undergrowth. Her cocktail dress was relatively untouched, just a bit dusty and an unseeable bloodstain was splotched on the black fabric.

"You'll have to bear with the dress for a vile. The police have already seized all of your possessions from your hotel. They found the two corpses of those F.R.E.A.K.S in the alleyway. I believe I know someone who can pull some strings and get your possessions back within a few days."

"Freaks?", "Nein, F.R.E.A.K.S. Artificial Nosferatu, abominations in mein eyes."

Seras nodded numbly. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. She managed to work her throat muscles to string a sentence together. "Will I ever be human again?"

Rip's eyes hardened, her mouth set in a firm line. "You vere given the choice, Victoria. You chose the night, you now chase the moon and hide from the light. Deal vith it."

Rip turned her back on Seras and began to slink along the murky pathway, the large musket slung over one shoulder. She looked over at her new charge, "Ve'd best get moving towards the base. If you vish to keep a hold on your mind, you vill come vith me. If not, that barrier I've erected in your head vill break and then...you guess the rest."

Seras shuddered, getting her wobbling legs under her. The sharp heels sunk into the soft undergrowth, a bird warbled a sad call from the thicket. Seras breathed, then walked on behind her dam.

It's new, but I can handle it.

That was Seras's mantra after her turning. Visions and nightmares plagued her mind regularly since her change. Rip said they would cease within time, then hinted with a wink that a company of a man in her bed would help them stop.

My body seems to be the only magnetic aspect of my person to attract a partner. Besides I haven't even seen a bed in a week, much less slept in one.

A careful step over a large root and a hop over a slithering snake brought her closer to her Dam's back. During the short time she knew her Maker, Rip requested that she refer to her either as her Dam or Rip. "Vhat ever you feel most comfortable vith," she had said with a wry grin on her face. Seras welcomed the familiarity, she feared it was the one of the few things that helping her keep from going completely bonkers.

But beyond her fear was a slight feeling of enchantment with her new self. Reality seemed to be brought into sharper focus with her new sight. It was hard fit her thoughts around...but she had never felt so alive! Her body was changing; she felt like a spring was coiling and twisting in her gut, a thrill racing through her veins during the moonlight hours.

Rip glanced over her shoulder at her charge. She had no need to read Seras's thoughts, Rip could guess that she was contemplating her change.

"Yes, your body is in a hypersensitive state, it vill vear off in time. It brings back memories of my turning..." Rip nodded off in thought, Seras had noted it was a continuous habit of her Dam.

The pair trooped on towards the unseen destination, the thick foliage crowded about the path blocking an alternate route.

We must have walked a hundred miles inland by now.

"Rip, are we there yet?", "Almost." They walked on until Rip broke the silence.

"Tell me about yourself Seras, I feel rude for not asking you sooner." Seras nodded, balancing herself on her heels as she walked through the soft undergrowth.

"I was born in Surrey, but my family moved to a small village in Cumbria, called Whitehaven. I think I was around...six, maybe. It was on the Irish sea...very picturesque."

Rip sighed wistfully, "The sea must have been beautiful.", "Oh, it was. I used to go to the shore with the other children after Sunday mass and play in the waves.", "You are a Catholic?" Seras nodded and Rip blinked in surprise.

"I thought most of the working class English families are Protestant?" The younger vampire grinned in reply, skipping lightly over a sleeping python and ducking under a low hanging branch.

"My grandmère, Solange Blanchard, was from Avignon, France. Grandmère insisted that my parents raise me as a Catholic, something about stability and unity. She escaped the Nazi occupation during the second world war by marrying my grandfather, William Victoria. Grandad was an officer based in France before the war, so after they married he got my grandmère out by sending her to live with his sister, my great aunt Lillian in Surrey."

"Quite a heritage you have, Seras. You speak french?", "Only a little. It's a shame really, a perverted Frenchman gave me a once over in the airport a week ago. I should have exercised my more undesirable vocabulary on him but I guess I was just too flustered!"

Rip giggled. "Men are complicated. One minute you think you can string a coherent sentence together, the next your so tongue-tied and enamored vith a face you've barely known for a minute."

Seras smiled brightly, the moonlight reflecting off of it. A bird called softly off in the distance

" I vas vondering... vhat became of your parents?"

A sad expression came over the blonde's face, "They died...a long time ago."

Rip frowned but decided not to probe further until her charge was ready. She could just pry open her mind, but that was not how she operated. In her bonds, she preferred trust and comradeship to dominance and servitude. Seras would be more open to suggestion if treated rightly, and the suggestion Rip was about to make needed absolute trust and openness.

Pfft, more open than a hooker's legs on a Friday evening in Amsterdam. And that's as open as you get.

"There it is!"

Seras stood in awe before the steel doors of the base. Vines covered the walls surrounding the complex, guards prowling the ramparts with large assault rifles. All the officers were decked out in the traditional Nazi uniform,glowing red eyes peering out from the shadows their headgear cast over their faces. Her thoughts were cut short as Rip walked up and tapped on the doors. A small opening appeared two glowing eyes appeared.

"Lassen Sie uns innen, Aldrich."

The gatekeepers eyes widened and disappeared into dark behind the doors. A groan came from the hinges, metal sliding on metal as the doors opened wide. A tall man stood before them in combat gear holding an assault gun. He had a wild, savage look about him and the look became wilder when he spotted Seras. A grin split his features in two and fangs glinted in the light.

"A snack for us, Rip? So unlike you."

Seras looked closely at the man's attire, noting the jagged SS emblazoned on the collar of his jacket. A strange sense of clarity overcame her as she followed Rip through the gateway and one name came to the forefront of her mind and blinded her vision in a burning script.

Nazis...

A.N: O.K loves! I will be posting the next chapter within the week so be on the lookout!

Translations:

Kätzchen Kitten or Cat

Lassen Sie uns innen Roughly means, "Let us in,"