A Bodyguard's duty Pt.1

To summarize the plot: They had expected absolution through vengeance in the flames of London. Instead they faced a monster fiercer than the Russian winter. They ran, shattered, but not beaten. This is the story of how these men would turn the world on its head. Pt.2 will focus on Rosario verse.

A/N: Hello double update!

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Chapter 8: Ich zu Livland komme

"What do you mean you're going alone?!" a shout echoed through the house and even entered the basement, where a certain vampiress had woken from her afternoon nap.

Stretching languidly in her bed, Mina let an unladylike moan slip out of her lips as she shifted under the soft blanket, truly the world had become a better place since she had been alive. She just wanted to sleep a bit more and rest, but the shouting from upstairs just wouldn't stop. The most famous victim of the Count tried to sleep, she really did, but that didn't help.

To make matters worse her stomach started to go on a strike, demanding blood. The more weeks she had been here, the more she had gotten used to being a vampire, but not entirely.

With an annoyed growl, she climbed out of the bed and took off her strange nightgown, which Rolf had dubbed pyjamas. Undoubtedly these were much more comfortable then the night dress she had worn to bed before all of this, but they seemed very masculine in the navy blue color and the simple trim.

Standing in front of the old mirror her new wardrobe she let her gaze travel across her form.

Mina looked perfect and it unnerved her. Her body was without a blemish except the bite wound just above her collarbone. These two little holes was everything what was wrong with her life.

It was her mark, the mark that showed the world that she was forever tainted, forever doomed to wander the Earth and prey upon her fellow man. She would have asked God why it was her fate to suffer so, but her prayers never seemed to reach Him.

Herman once had found her crying on her knees, clutching a crucifix in her hand. Strangely enough the awful man had given her a sure advice on the matter.

"If God doesn't interfere, maybe it's for the man to solve." He had said, and the thought stuck with her.

Never before God had interfered in a war or stopped an epidemic, with each day it seemed even more preposterous. She still prayed, but more and more it became apparent that she alone was the mistress of her fate.

Having decided that she had indulged in vanity for too long, Mina dressed herself.

A checkered shirt and a black skirt weren't the first of her choices, but then again, she hadn't picked out her clothes. Both men had adamantly insisted that she wasn't to go out and judging from the news and any other scrap of information she could find on the strange device called "laptop" there was a very good reason.

She walked upstairs and saw a bewildering sight: Rolf was scowling.

"What happened?" Mina asked, leaning against the doorway. Rolf immediately whirled around to face her.

"Nothing" he lied, barely even trying to hide emotion on his face.

"Don't lie to me Mr. Fleischer." The vampiress crossed her arms and inspected Rolf, trying to goad him into telling what had happened.

For a second she thought that she had broken through, but Rolf's smiling façade had immediately retaken its place. Mina wasn't done with him yet.

"Rolf?" this time she tried a different approach "Did you have a fight with Herman?" She asked, her voice sweet and understanding.

Yet Rolf remained unmoved.

Mina decided against prodding the young man further and decided to finally grab herself a meal.

Walking past the dinner table, she stopped before the fridge and peered inside, steeling her resolve. She gulped and took out a bottle of "tomato" juice.

The vampiress slowly unscrewed the cap of the bottle and clamped her nose shut and emptied the bottle in a single swig.

As first drops of blood hit her tongue, Mina felt alive. The rush of power was something that she never really got used to.

She wiped the remaining stain of blood from her lips with the back of her hand and didn't even notice her tongue stretching out to lick up every last drop.

Once her tongue touched the smudged blood, the vampires immediately tore her hand off her mouth and shuddered.

The immortal ran to the sink and turned on the water, hurriedly washing her hands off the blood.

Her sensitive hearing picked up footsteps in the stairwell and she decided that it would be easier to get the information out of Herman than Rolf.

She waltzed out in the hallway and found no one.

Perplexed and annoyed Mina crept upstairs, hoping to catch Herman before his departure.

Instead she found Rolf, lugging the duffle bags full of books into Herman's room/makeshift office.

"Umm…Rolf?"

"Ja?"

"Where did Herman go?" Mina asked as the Rolf threw the duffle bag next to the three others, next to the bed, which looked more like a desk than anything else.

"Livland" the blonde answered, silently counting the bags. The vampiress coughed, and Rolf snapped "What?!" he turned to face her, his face twisted in a half snarl, a face very uncharacteristic of him.

"Could you explain, please? I'm not well versed in German, I'm afraid." Mina plead as she looked into his eyes.

Rolf sighed and grabbed the nearest chair that also served as a coat rack and sat down.

Mina cautiously looked across the room and found herself amazed. The room was something of a secret agent's planning room.

The large map on the bed had multiple red dots circled, seemingly into the middle of nowhere, along with German gibberish, while clippings from the newspaper showing politicians were stuck to the wall. Mina would've loved to have Rolf or even Herman explain all of this to herself, but currently there was something more interesting happening right in front of her.

"Livonia-Latvia and the most of Estonia" Rolf explained, but seeing Mina's dumbstruck face, he decided to take a more scholarly approach.

He rose from his chair and led Mina closer to the map.

"Here's Lithuania; Latvia and Estonia" the supersoldier pointed at three small countries neighbouring Russia.

"Why would he go there?" Mina asked, hand rubbing her chin.

Rolf jabbed his finger in the red circle in the country labelled Poland "This is where we found you." He explained and grabbed another a small booklet laying left to the map "This booklet contained the battle plans against the Count, but not only" he paused for a moment, probably trying to find the right words "These sites were the most secret labs in the Reich and we were looking for them to find useful research to strengthen our ranks, at least that was what we hoped to find."

"So why did exactly Herman leave for the Livonian lab? There's sites that are closer."

"With Auschwitz" Mina cringed at the horrible memories seen after her awakening" we have a bit more trouble to start anything like that in close vicinity as there are organizations trained to kill people like us sight." Rolf explained as he pointed at the dots further along the map.

"Are you angry that he didn't take you with him?" Mina asked as he finished pointing at the sites, explaining the Second World War in detail.

Rolf took a deep breath and closed his eyes "It's difficult", he answered. At this Mina just crossed her arms at the man's attempt to keep his feeling under wraps and shook her head.

"Then help me make it easy for me to understand." She insisted.

Mina was ready to listen and help the blonde to vent as he would explain his grievances, but this, this silence was unnerving. He just methodically checked through the pamphlets and with a faraway look in his eyes as they gazed at the framed photograph on Herman's makeshift desk.

The vampiress then knew that it was hopeless to try and rouse Rolf from the troubles ailing his mind. She quietly pressed herself off the wall and was almost out of the door, before a whisper made her freeze in her tracks.

"Stay"

This one simple word said so much, yet so little.

Turning on her heel, Mina walked back into the room with a gentle smile gracing her features and sat on the corner of the bed, carefully not to sit on Herman's notes.

With great difficulty the SS soldier parted with the photograph in his hands and showed it to Mina. She gently grasped the picture and the monochrome Rolf smiled back at her. She felt her cheeks redden as her eyes travelled his naked torso, but what surprised her the most was Herman who looked even more frightening, if it was imaginable, by wearing the largest smile imaginable and holding onto a rubber ball. Next to the pair stood more men clad only in abnormally short pants all smiling, with a net behind them and an illegible script scribbled at the left corner.

"What were you doing there?" She asked as the vampiress truly had no idea of what had transpired there, only indicator of some sort of game was the ball, but she remained woefully uneducated on the world these past years. Rolf immediately lightened up and moved his chair closer to the Englishwoman.

"Ah, this is Volleyball. It's a sport from 1965. One day in autumn, our Sonderkommandogruppe were out for scouting duty and it was unbearably langweilig, err…boring there. So, we were just lazing around doing nothing, until one of the officers, Alhambra, I think" he scratched his head "had just come back from Rio and was going to Bolivia and he had the ball with him, so Herman…"

Mina just sat there and listened to his tirade with rapt attention, though at the back of her head she wondered what Herman was doing.

Speaking of the sniper, currently the older man had just driven out of the city and was heading to the nearest autobahn that would take him to the Baltics, to the place where his heart was buried.

Herman smiled and took another puff of his cigarette.

I'm coming, mein Liebling.

A.N: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I'll probably update in the next January, but keep your fingers crossed.

Have a wonderful day and I'll see you next time.

-Qatzol