Wolf strode down the London suburban area Killing any and every Nazi that he saw or had easy access to. He looked at the large Manor in front of him as a Zeppelin careened toward it. Suddenly, several hundred enormous bullets began ripping holes in the canvas that held th helium in the huge balloon.
"I think I'll just see what happens here." He said in thought.
An unfamiliar voice rang out behind him, "Get out of my way human!"
Wolf spun around to find a teenager wearing a skin tight, long-sleeved shirt with a Swastika painted on the front. He raised a P90 rifle and shot an entire clip into Wolf's chest. "Die, Bastard!" When Wolf lay on the ground in a bloody heap, the youth strode forward and stepped over the fleshy pile as a squad of Youth Soldiers followed him.
"Alright, storm the Mansion and take out the bitch on the roof!"
"Such language from a child, shame on you." An enormous muscular arm emerged from the puddle of blood and sunk its claws into the boy's head. "AAARRGGHHK-!" His head was crushed in the pressure.
"Nein!!!"One of the older soldiers opened fire on the arm. Before a bullet could touch it, an enormous Canine creature emerged from the pool and ripped three of them in half.
"FIRE, FIRE, OPEN FIRE!!!! " The rest of the company opened fire on the now emerging form of a gore covered man with a sword. Wolf used his Vampiric mind to cut down half of the remainder of them with a flick of the wrist. He shot three more with his colt, and the last one tried to run away from him, but was stopped when his foot stuck to the earth beneath him.
"Aaah! What the hell?!" He screamed.
"That's my blood on your boot there." He stated with a blank tone in his voice. "I control it."
The blood began to clamp onto his foot, "AAHHHRRRGGGHHH!!! Let me go, I'm just a kid!!!
"DON'T TRY TO PASS OFF SUCH PATHETIC LIES!!!" He growled in a low, loud, inhuman voice that scared the shyt out of the kid.
The kid watched in horror as the Zeppelin crashed into the estate behind the Shadow-clad monster that approached him. Two blood red eyes glared at him before he was lifted off the ground, ripping his foot off. The pain seemed insignificant to him compared to the shock he experienced as his life was drained from him.
Wolf dropped the kid on the ground motionless, taking in and finally realizing the situation through the knowledge that poured through the kid's blood.
"So the Impaler and the butler didn't get 'em all..."
He turned around and walked silent, and stoic toward the burning ruins of the mansion.
It occurred to me I should probably tell you this story has a lot to do with the history of Vlad the impaler. If you're interested, look up 'vlad the impaler' on Wikipedia. Thanks! Please review!