Hans lay back on his small couch and swore heavily, causing the priestess to frown and glare at him. Hans didn't care at all right now, because those damned vampires had gotten to their only lead only minutes early. The corpse had still been bleeding when he had arrived, and Schrodinger hadn't touched it at all. He slammed his fist down on a cushion and growled. He needed something to eat. The smell of that place was all over him, and he needed to get his greatcoat cleaned as well. There was a drycleaner down the street, so he'd be able to get everything done tomorrow and return to the warehouse, now a club, tomorrow evening and conduct a more thorough search of the area.
But for now, he wanted something more in his stomach than alcohol and the bad taste of drugs. He took off his greatcoat and folded it over the back of a kitchen chair and Marian covered her nose with her hand, shaking her head.
"You're drunk, aren't you?" she asked. Hans shook his head and began to cook up a big bowl of grits and some eggs. He didn't have much of a taste for bacon right now, because he still had some in his stomach from this afternoon. While he made his two o' clock breakfast, Schrodinger sat down and scratched behind her ears with her foot. Hans tried to ignore the flexible reference that ran through his head. He looked around for some extra things to make for his comrades, who were no doubt going to complain and whine about having to make their own food.
Over the years, Hans had grown used to being a cook for several military units he served with over the past six hundred years. In Millennium, he had been forced to show the cooks how to make his food, threatening to make bacon strips out of their skin if they messed up, all dictated by Schrodinger though. He hadn't talked once under Millennium's service, because it was never needed. He always had Schrodinger there to dictate what he wanted done if it was needed. He sighed and opened the fridge with his foot, reaching in and grabbing a steak. He pulled out the necessary supplies and began to cook that up too. The meal was rather quiet that night, no one wanting to bring up the fact that their only lead was pinned to a prison cell with an enigmatic message written in his own blood all over that same wall. Hans didn't say a single word the whole night.
The next day had been uneventful and the evening was fast approaching. Hans dressed out in full Hessing uniform and Schrodinger clambered onto his back and hugged his neck to keep her up on his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his chest, but Hans successfully ignored her for now. She wasn't very heavy, so she was just getting a free ride to the warehouse. Hans knew that he had to find something tonight. This was the longest mission he'd ever been on, and he wanted to end it quickly. This was his fifth day in Jerusalem, and he was already wanting to return home!
Hans and his two noisy comrades made their way down the street at a Hans' quick pace. Schrodinger hummed a tune happily as she enjoyed not having to walk as fast as Hans. She didn't have to walk at all! Marian on the other hand, was having a bit of trouble keeping up with the inexhaustible werewolf and was breathing heavily by the time she was at her position on a rooftop across the street from the front entrance of the warehouse-nightclub. She reported that there was nothing suspicious on the outside and Schrodinger leapt to the roof and snuggled into a corner where she could keep her lazy eyes on the back entrance of the building and feed Hans useless information like last night.\
Hans entered the warehouse and immediately, his ears were assaulted with a thunderous tone of again, Rammstein. It was odd that a rave club, whatever this place was, would play the same band twice in two nights. In Hans' experience and from watching the news, rave clubs usually changed what they played sometimes as many as five times in a night! There werewolf pushed druggies and drunk teens out of the way and got to the stairs as he had done last night. He saw the three teens drinking on the platform at the half way mark of the stairs. Hans growled as he walked past them. At least they weren't popping pills…
Hans sat down at the same table and looked out over the crowd. He needed to find that woman again and he needed to get information from her as quickly as possible. He didn't know how much time he had left before the next transaction between the vampires and their terrorist buyers. He didn't even know for sure if this was the right place at all, and that made his enthusiasm for this mission drop to an all time low. He might have to start back from the beginning with only a vague picture of a building to help him out. This was such an ill-fated operation.
"I see you came back! Care for another drink?" the woman from last night asked. Hans turned around and took a beer from her, not caring right now what kind it was. He got about a quarter of the way through his drink before he set it down and spoke with the woman again. He hoped that the circumstances for him getting information would be different this time. He didn't want to have to waste his time tonight as well.
"I need information," Hans said coldly, staring out over the crowd to avoid the woman's stare. She giggled like she knew something he didn't.
"I already told you." She leaned in close to Hans' ear. "You'll have to play with me for it," she repeated huskily. It was last night all over again, and Hans audibly groaned as the words escaped her lips. There werewolf looked down at the ground and sighed deeply with frustration.
"One question," he said. The woman tilted her had to the side.
"One hour," she replied with a smirk, downing the second half of her drink. Hans clenched his fists and raised his left hand to his temple, pressing the com button.
"Schrodinger, stell das der mikrofon," he said apologetically. Schrodinger's comm. link went out and Hans sighed.
"Hans?" Marian asked worriedly. The werewolf smiled faintly.
"I'm sorry," he said, turning off his own mike. HE turned to the woman in front of him, a sly look on her face. Hans stood up and she sprang to her feet and hooked her arm in his. She practically dragged him down a dark hallway and threw open a latched door. She pushed Hans in and he looked around, hoping that he could find something to tie her up with so that he could get information the way he wanted to. He could try it like he had with the priestess, or he could try like the terrorist. Either way would yield the same result, hopefully.
Hans decided that pinning her down was good enough, seeing that everything in the lavishly-furnished room was too fragile to use as a bind. Hans turned around, but the woman was already against him, forcing to look straight down at her. She was only a few inches shorter than him, but the difference was evident, just about as much as his new master.
"What's your name stranger? I've never seen you before last night," she questioned. Hans stayed silent, grabbing the woman by the neck and pinning her to the wall. He prepared to use whatever means necessary to get the information he needed. Raping her wasn't an option, not now at least. But as Hans was about to begin, the woman began to remover his hand from her neck with one hand! Hans was completely taken aback and then thrown to the ground, where he was soon pounced upon and a knife pressed firmly against his throat. The woman glared daggers at him before growling.
"I dunno what the hell you are, but you're not human, I can see that much. Let's see if you're a vampire." Hans managed to pushed her up far enough to remove the knife from his neck, but it was soon plunged into his arm and he howled in pain and anguish. It was a silver blade! The woman removed the knife from his arm to stab again, but fire spurted from the wound, as a result of his combustible blood when it came into contact with silver. Hans saw that his assailant was staring at him, wide-eyed and mouth gaping. She looked like she had seen a ghost, or something of the like.
She dropped the knife to the floor and sat back, unknowingly still straddling Hans' hips as her arms hung down to her sides. She began to cry, still staring at Hans as hot tears streaked down her cheeks. The werewolf was completely dumbfounded. Wasn't she a vampire though? With such strength, she had to be one. She wasn't a werewolf, because he was the only one left…
"You're…like me. You're a werewolf…you have to be! No one else on earth could do that with blood and silver! I've found one, I've found another werewolf!" she cried, hugging Hans to her chest so tightly that he was having trouble breathing. Was this woman really a werewolf?
"You…are…a?" Hans managed to eek out. His head was spinning. Had he really just found the only other werewolf in the world by mistake?! The woman cried into his chest and Hans tried to move. But his body wouldn't respond, his entire form still in shock from what she had just said. Hans, he had finally found one of his own kind. He had finally found the one person who could keep his race alive, the last werewolf besides himself. And better yet, this was a female, so the possibility was very high that Hans' race could actually survive past him.
"I'm a werewolf, fangs, wolf form, bloodlust and all. How did I ever find you?" she asked, looking up at him through teary eyes. Hans wrapped his arms around her and growled lightly, signifying that he was through playing around and ready to get down to business. He still had a mission to complete, information to get from her.
"I need information," he said, this time less stoically. He knew what the answer was already.
"And hour an answer," the woman replied happily as they moved to the bed, Hans ripping through her dress like it was a Japanese rice-paper door. The woman snapped all the buttons of Hans' greatcoat as she removed the garment from his body and her fingers traced every part of his torso.
"You're a lot more built than I imagined my partner would be. I'm so lucky to have found you," she said, removing her lacy black bra. Hans unbuckled his belt and the woman finished with her garment, throwing it to the floor. Hans brought her back down to him and locked her in his arms, crushing her lips with his own. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and he did the same, resulting in his tongue being bitten severely. He bit hers as well. Her blood tasted good. He felt her moan and the vibrations drowned him in pleasure. Her hands moved to finished with his belt and Hans grinned.
"Your name?" Hans asked. Damn, that just cost him an extra hour! She finished with his pants and her hands slipped beneath the rim of his boxers. He heard a ringing in his ears and didn't hear what she answered to him.
"My name is Arisia, and I want your name by the end of tonight. The funny thing is though, you look a lot like my brother……Hans." Meanwhile in the main part of the warehouse, the music still played at deafening volume.
"Er liebt die schwesterund von hinten. Der fisch frisst sich zum mund die kiemen blutig noch vom saugen. An den roten großen augen. Laichzeit, es ist laichzeit." (Find out what this means at your own risk. I'm only going to tell you that it's the second set of lines for Laichzeit by Rammstein.)
A/N: Dedicated to Hans Gunsche, because he deserves to get laid after forty years. Oh, and if you haven't already guessed, Hans is about to do the unthinkable…
