A Bodyguard's duty
To summarize the plot: During the Battle of London a lone SS Freak realises that shit is about to hit the fan and flees. Luckily for him Doc dies before he can hit the kill switch… Years later he is tasked of babysitting a rich Japanese vampire brat.
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Warning: please check the previous chapters. Now we're about to hit a rough path. The following chapters will contain Nazis in all their terrible glory. Expect racism and human rights violations by the dozen. If you are uncomfortable with this then write your own version or just don't read it.
Chapter 2- Totenkopf Ahoi!
Andrew Mencher was having a pretty good day. Today the tourists were pouring in from all over the world to see the infamous death camp. It was not a well-paid job, however being a tour guide in one of the most iconic places of World War II was quite the prestige. Once again he thanked his professor in his mind, who, despite the scepticism from the rest of the institute had gotten the job for him.
He checked his laptop and to see if any more tours needed to be led. The last three had exhausted him completely. The first was full of immature kids from America who honestly made him wish that he had opted to work at the cafeteria of the campus, after them came the most delightful group today -a class from all-girl school in Israel. Never before he had met more wonderful girls, he had tried to get one's number, but that failed abysmally. At least the girl had been polite about it.
"Andrew!" a shrill voice shouted from the intercom. The young man sitting at the desk banged his fist against the maple wood. That was his supervisor , a horrid old bat if there was one. "Get your ass ready. The VIP's are on the way."
Damn. There went his afternoon nap.
"Gott verdammt Rolf!" Herman shouted cursed as the other vampire tried to scry their location on the map.
The elder vampire just pinched the bridge of his nose and growled. He had no idea how they had gotten lost after taking a stop at a roadside motel for breakfast just past the border.
"I got it!" the youth said as he pointed the finger in the map. Herman peered at the map and immediately turned the car around in the middle of the highway, much to the curses of the drivers in front of and behind them.
"What are we going to do when we get there?" the son of Bavarian shepherd asked as he gazed at the beautiful Polish countryside. He wondered how Herman must've felt as they trampled the land with their panzers and jackboots, but that did not last long as his thoughts drifted further ahead, to the future. For now they were phantoms, ghosts of bygone wars, but once Hellsing would get back on its feet, the Count would come after them.
Herman outwardly didn't show any emotion, but Rolf could notice his hands subtly tightening on the wooden steering wheel. The older man bit his upper lip and rubbed the dark stubble spreading across his jawline.
"Depends on what we'll find." Herman said as his drummed on the wheel "If it's some unholy abomination of the Doc, we try to convince it to help us or kill it. Wunderwaffe? We take it. In the worst case we don't find anything, then we stick together and find the rest and then we head back to Brazil, rally the remnants and start working towards the future."
Rolf perked up at the mention of Wunderwaffe "What if we find the Bell?"
"Get back in time and save everything. Imagine ending the war before it even begins." The implications were more than clear and the younger soldier was even more eager to find the secret labs now.
After two hours the Volkswagen Beetle stopped just before the iron gates saying "Auschwitz"
"Guten tag! I mean good day ma'am!" Herman caught himself in time and switched to English, the old woman at the ticket booth gave them both a scrutinizing gaze, before pointing at the small monitor besides her
"Tour in progress: next tour- Tomorrow 09:30"
"We'll that's a shame. How much have we missed?" Rolf asked with a smile. The old bat just shrugged and growled something that could have been interpreted as "just ten minutes"
Herman entertained the thought of just snapping her neck and entering regardless, but then decided that it would do them no good at all.
"Thanks. We'll be going then." And with that Rolf left and Herman followed suit, quite sure of his comrades thoughts. As the two left the immediate vicinity of the security cameras Rolf turned to the sniper.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked and Herman smirked, which was a rare thing in itself.
"Remember when we had to silence that colonel in the Amerikaner camp?" the two shared a knowing smirk in between and soon enough they were back at the car. Their coats laying on the backseats, the two donned the white latex gloves and tied the facemasks around their faces. Rolf's blood was pumping; it was just like before the 2nd London Blitz. Their eyes shone red for just a moment and then they ran.
They effortlessly scaled the tall fence and with expert skill avoided the cameras, before sneaking into the main building. As they prowled the corridors, the pair heard footsteps in the distance.
Andrew was having a great time. These Holocaust survivors told them their stories as they toured their old personal hell and now the student had gotten a lot more information about the cruelties the Nazis had inflicted on the Jewish people. He now felt that the lessons he had gotten in university about the subject were just like reading a pamphlet about the subject instead a multiple volume saga that he got from these survivors. He heard footsteps behind him, Andrew turned around to see two men dressed in black slacks and white shirts. They looked to be a bit too official to be here, but maybe they came to pay their respects for their relatives; however there was one thing that stuck out- The pirate-esque eye-patch on the older man of the pair with the black stubble.
The man raised up his arms in a placating gesture and apologized "I'm sorry for intruding on the tour" the man said in perfect English with a tinge of German accent.
"Yes, we're awfully sorry, but could we join you? We promise to be quiet" the blonde, who was his age asked.
Andrew had mixed feelings about letting these two to join, but if the ticket lady had let them in then who was he to deny them to learn about their countries most vicious of crimes.
The pair in line with the group well, they were polite and very attentive, not passing the slightest detail by. It was when they had gotten to the entrance of the gas chamber the things started to get weird.
One of the elderly tourists-a balding man with a thin curled moustache was shaking in fear, while two others looked extremely uncomfortable. Maybe it was the gas chamber where their loved ones had died? It was their policy to take care of any such emergencies and that's what he was going to do.
"Is something wrong, sir?" He asked the elderly man, he shook his head, trembling. It was this moment that the silent tagalongs decided to give their input on the matter.
"Are you feeling unwell? Maybe we could call the ambulanc-" The youth asked, but the old man interrupted him suddenly shouting and pointing his finger at Herman "Shut-Shut up! You're one of them!"
"What, sir are you alright? You don't make any sense" the large one-Herman asked with narrowed eyes, strangely calm.
"Don't lie to me you filthy Nazi. I remember you alright. Here with that Major. In 1944, winter, before Christmas. You tore the clothes off that woman. You defiled her in front of her son, who you then proceeded to choke and choke until he died. I don't know how you haven't aged, you monster, but I would recognize you anywhere. Even after all these years."
"Compose yourself, sir. Please let me apologise for him." Andrew scolded the elderly man, before turning to Herman.
"Ezekiel Abramson, right. Weren't you the one who informed the Gestapo Kriminalkommissar of the two women who hid the orphans in Koln? Hello to you too."
What the actual fuck. Andrew didn't know how to react. But the man continued and by God he was smiling.
"You say that I murdered those two, right?" Herman asked and the group was stuck silent as they tried to process what was transpiring before their eyes.
"But why must you use "that woman and her son" since it was YOUR wife and YOUR son I butchered, Judenschwein. I waited for this so long. Rolf?" The disgust was palpable in the room and Andrew nearly fainted when the nutjob produced an Iron Cross from his breast pocket and fastened it around his neck.
"Ja mein Herr?"
"Holst"
As the words left his mouth, the youth had already sprung in action, sprawling across the room and snapping the nearest senior's neck. Andrew tried to put himself between Herman and Ezekiel, but he was slapped across the room by a vicious backhand, snapping his neck instantly.
"Now ,now Ezekiel. Remember why weren't you shot on sight while I was raping her?" He slowly approached the Jew, who was desperately trying to escape him. In the background Rolf punched a woman's nose into her brain, choked a man with his own tie and stabbed another man in the skull with the leg of his glasses.
"That day the Major let me pick a Jew to kill to see if I still had the killing edge after Stalingrad, you see. I came across your file and I hated you on the sight. The Fuhrer wrote this book especially for your kind, Stucke." Herman gloated as he pushed the old man down, summoning a groan of pain from his victim. A puddle of yellow leaked onto the floor.
"Jammerlich" Herman spat and casually picked up the cane "Rolf?"
"Ja?" answered the vampire as he was beating the last survivor to death with his own arms.
"Pick up the pace, we still haven't found the lab" Herman chastised him just as he brought Ezikiel's cane to the Jew's kneecaps.
"Jawohl!" as the last of Rolf's victims fell silent, at this moment there were only three living persons in this room and one of them was going to die soon.
Herman picked up the old Jew by the scruff of his neck and threw the cane to Rolf.
"Clean this up. I have to finish something with this oven dodger." Ezekiel struggled in his iron grip and plead for mercy, but Herman was having none of it and opened the gas chamber door "You were lucky last time, but not this time. We're going to go down a memory lane"
Herman smiled, showing fangs and delighting at the fear. The interior of the gas chamber had not changed that much since he had seen it. The time had sure done its work on the device, but he hoped that this was the right place, knowing Doc's twisted psyche. As he walked across the chamber, not paying attention to his victim, he heard, almost barely that the underneath him was hollow. Now this was interesting. Apparently his memories had been correct as the Major had him guard the very room over sixty years ago. He looked across the room looking for the clues, unaware that though crippled, Ezekiel was not yet beaten.
The old Jew grabbed the phone in his jacket and silently started to write a text to the police, maybe they could save him from these monsters. However, his luck had run out as Rolf caught him just as he entered the chamber.
"Now that isn't nice." Rolf chastised him as he smashed the cane into the phone, breaking it into pieces and with it Ezekiel's palm.
"Rolf, get the Juden here. I found it!"
And that's all folks! See you the next time I have a whim to write!
German translations and trivia:
Gott verdammt-god dammit
Wunderwaffe- wonder weapons (all of the wacky Nazi science stuff and occultism comes from a real research projects of the Third Reich)
Krimminalkommisar- crime commissar- a high ranking Gestapo investigator
Judenschwein- jew pig
Holst- fetch
Stucke- pieces- a slur implying that they aren't human, but just pieces of meat taken to the butcher
Jammerlich- pathetic
Jawohl- understood
Juden- jew