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A Plague I Call Heartbeat

Chapter Two: These Eyes So Green

The meeting, as almost always, was painfully boring but Hans refused to allow it to show on his face. His expression was that of rapt attention while his mind was far off, on other things. Well, one other thing. Something about the look that girl had dared to give him had caught his attention and wouldn't let go.

What held him even more was that it irked him to not be able to pursue the girl because of this ridiculous meeting. They weren't even going over future planning, just examining what had been done so far and kissing each other's asses, as they usually did. The more hidden side of him was sickened by all the brown nosing, he despised it. It was naught but a waste of time and a pure annoyance.

With more difficulty than usual, he refrained from heaving a relieved sigh when the meeting was ended. Goodbyes and passing complements passed from his lips as they usually did, not much thought given to them, just going through the motions. When he was finally free to leave and away from them all, a relieved sigh did escape him as well as a sincere smile that it was done with.

He instructed Herman to drive back into the town. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to do but knew he wouldn't be able to just let it go until he did meet her.

Anna was into her fifth cigarette in two hours already, every ounce of her attention and mind focused on the story slowly filling the page in front of her. She was so focused that she never heard the first couple knocks at her door. Nor did she hear the door being unlocked by the owner of the building she rented her apartment out of. She was also blissfully ignorant of the door quietly shutting after someone entered.

What did bring her from her writing was a new scent. Her apartment was her sanctuary, she always made sure it smelled relaxing so she could focus on writing. And now, a very different scent from her cigarettes and candles and the outside breeze drifted past her nose. A masculine scent of leather, aftershave, and a hint of sweat.

She blinked and turned to face her visitor just as he spoke.

"Ah, hello, Fraulein. I do hope I'm not disturbing you." greeted Hans Landa with one of his trademark charming smiles, knowing very well that he was indeed disturbing her. To say she was shocked was an understatement. Her mouth went slack and the cigarette dangled dangerously, only held by sticking to her lower lip.

"Um...he..hello." she stammered, blinking hard a few times, immensely confused. A slight fear spread through her belly but she refused to let it show, figuring he was here to tell her off for offending him by staring earlier this afternoon.

He began to slide his heavy, black leather long coat off then stopped.

"I hope you don't mind. It is quite sweltering outside today. But, alas, must keep up appearances." he said rather cheerfully, still smiling as he slid his jacket off and draped it over the back of a chair. He moved the chair over and sat directly in front of her. She blinked again.

"I don't mean to be rude but I'm not sure what you want, Herr Colonel." she said, regaining her self and pushing the shock aside, inwardly cursing that due to shock he now had the upper hand.

"Do you mind if I have a cigarette as well?" he asked, switching topics to confuse her further. He wanted to see how well she'd play his mind games with him. He pulled one out and lit it before she could even answer, taking a long drag and leaning back, crossing his legs in a gentlemanly manner.

"Well, I suppose not." she muttered in an annoyed tone, knocking ash off of hers in her ashtray then setting it on the table to the side so he could reach it as well.

"I apologize, is the cigarette bothering you?" he asked, somewhat of a glint in his greenish eyes that continuously changed in the light.

"If it was, I wouldn't have moved the ashtray where you could reach it." she replied, not afraid to give him attitude, part of her wondering if she had a death wish. His face darkened for the briefest of moments then was bright and smiling again.

"It is not wise to be rude to a man of my ranking within the German military, Fraulein. Haven't you heard of me?" he asked, his eyes raking over her face.

"If you want me to indulge your ego, you could just plainly ask." she challenged with a narrowed gaze. He gave her a smirk.

"Then, if you please. Indulge my ego."

"No." she replied, surprised when the dark look didn't pass over his features again. She wasn't quite sure why she was testing him other than because he was testing her. He beckoned her towards him with a finger, a playful expression on his face.

She nearly stayed exactly where she was but the overwhelming feeling of nearing extreme danger caused her to lean forward. He smiled at her and with lightening speed grabbed the front of her blouse, holding her in place. The warm breeze from the window on her stomach didn't make the goosebumps vanish as he invaded her personal space further after setting his cigarette in the ashtray.

"I am not a man who tolerates being treated so disrespectfully as you have treated me. In fact, you're lucky I'm not causing your death at this instant. I'm going to give you the chance to apologize and change your tone." he said, eyes locking onto her brown ones and searching for fear. He didn't see it.

"I am not your pet, Herr Colonel." she sneered at him. The smile stayed on his face, wondering why this wasn't infuriating him as much as it should be. In fact, he was finding it fun and amusing. This was the first woman since he was a young man that dared to be so rude to him and was seemingly unimpressed by what everyone else kissed his ass for.

"Oh, but would you like to be?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. She blinked, once again completely startled. She'd expected to be smacked or screamed at not asked to be a pet.

"Of course not! What do you think I am? Some little two cent tramp or Nazi whore?! You insult me and I want your hand off of me now!" she replied, raising her voice, outraged to be seen so lowly. She hadn't worked so hard and didn't continue working so hard to be seen as a silly young girl. He grinned at her, pleased with the response. His hand gently let go of her blouse and straightened it for her, grin widening when she took a step backward as his knuckle touched her belly.

"I think you are Anna Beasley, writer and self-made young woman trying to get published and take care of herself. Your parents were English but moved here after marriage and you've been raised betwen Poland and Germany, though you speak German much better than you speak Polish. But you see, to any longer say 'think' would be a farce because I am a man who knows things. I don't just think them. See, these eyes see it all. I know you seem to have a profound hate for me and any other German officer which will fare very badly for you when they come to round up those who are Jew sympathizers..." he finished, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he watched her slowly fall onto her chair, giving him a shocked look again.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I am educating you on just how well educated I am. I also have a proposition for you, if you're not too stubborn to hear it." he further explained, knocking ash off his cigarette and picking it back up, taking a long drag. She felt more than a little thrown, setting her cigarette in the ashtray. After clearing her throat she looked at him again.

"What is your proposition, Herr Colonel?" she asked, again completely unprepared for what he would say.

"I could vouch for you myself and save you from being sent to the camps with the other sympathizers...for a price." he said.

"I am listening." she replied, watching his face for malice.

"The price is you becoming my mistress." he answered.

**(( alright, thank you for reading. I know that seems random of him but as we should all know, there is very little random about Hans Landa. He has reasoning behind it and you'll learn of it in the next chapter if you stick around. Please leave me a review if you can. Thanks again. ))**