"It's not my business to do justice; it's my business to annihilate and exterminate, that's all."
- Göring, speech confirming his orders to the police of February 1933.
"Heil Hitler!"
Odd perhaps, that nouns and adjectives with the original intent to speak of relations between God and man, of salvation, eternal or else, could have been so perverted like that. But Amelia, a proverbial queen among vampires, more amused at the gesture than anything, had thought it slightly predictable. The dictator had, after all, been an adherent to Catholicism. The battles to control churches in the Reich had taken one so familiar with them to understand how to manipulate them. At least in the beginning.
And there would always be a beginning.
"Hmmm..." Amelia looked more like a panther about to pounce on its prey, than one who deliberated their gretting with disillusionment. And perhaps she would. "I see."
Not that it appeared to dampen the Nazis' spirits for a single moment, with their pale faces and thrusted salutes of right arm. They weren't the old SA; no tiredness leading to a regard of it as too much strain and simply waving the hand. They were of a generational rank acquainted with it enough to stiffen arm at front, with a distinct possibilty of not even recognising how similar it was to Mussolini's Fascists. And Lord save them all from their chaotic little Italian friends...
And "Guten tag," repeated vampiric elder again, quite possibly to derride them. She was not bound by human law and never would be, never mind Germanic origin.
There would be no dictation to her of what she was or was not allowed to do, outside of practicality's realm. Just as no vampire child would have to agree to a daily study period of 'Heiling' their leader between 50 and 150 times each day.
Not that it did not have an appeal.
But they didn't care. They were sickeningly eager and all too predictable in their false smile. They had their way, she had her's and, eventually, the Third Reich would be the envy of all worlds, whether legendary or not. Still, Amelia did so appreciate it when the cattle didn't run.
"We trust that your journey went well," greeted the ranking human among them. Skin so white they could have passed for a member of the undead on the matter of appearence alone. "Welcome to the Reich. We have been entrusted to escort yo-"
But Amelia interrupted with not a spoken voice, but wave of the hand. Choosing to verbalise her announcement, only after they took heed. "I have my escort," she supplied with grace. It was with no displeasure that the disregard registered on the German's face, with just a slight loss for words. Even as she took just as much private happiness in restoring it again with her next words. For it was she who had the power. "But we will agree to ride in your... Automobiles."
Selene just cast a glance in her elder's direction. Ameila knew darn well what a car was, so playing dumb was no doubt a political maneuver on her part. Or something to make the security enforcers pause for thought on just how old they could be. Either way, it could play to their advantage and leave the humans with that much less of a logical foundation to step on. to use against them.
"Of course," living male relented. One more little smile, along with a light cant of head. "However you please."
The Sicherheitsdienst, or SD for shortened use, were a formidable group. Umbrella of the RSHA, Reich Security Department, above them perpetually ensuring that it would be they who maintained control of all internal security of the nation in general. Still, when they wanted to be, they could be very charming and such a meeting was no exception. Several sleek, blackened cars having already been pulled up outside the station, for the transfer of individuals and luggage for the long ride ahead.
"They are the ants." Amelia could be oddly up front with opinion at times, as Selene was finding out. At least, when in the confines of privacy, such as the back seat of a vehicle. "And their Führer, he puts them to work."
"I'd hardly picture Hitler as their Queen."
"Indeed, Selene... Indeed. More of a Nero. We've had plenty of our own and the humans are no different."
"Maybe they just lack the right teeth."
"And sometimes," Amelia lamented; the inertial push of gravity felt that signified the commencing of travel, "I find it an irony that in order to rise above man, we had to become one with the beast."
- Göring, speech confirming his orders to the police of February 1933.
"Heil Hitler!"
Odd perhaps, that nouns and adjectives with the original intent to speak of relations between God and man, of salvation, eternal or else, could have been so perverted like that. But Amelia, a proverbial queen among vampires, more amused at the gesture than anything, had thought it slightly predictable. The dictator had, after all, been an adherent to Catholicism. The battles to control churches in the Reich had taken one so familiar with them to understand how to manipulate them. At least in the beginning.
And there would always be a beginning.
"Hmmm..." Amelia looked more like a panther about to pounce on its prey, than one who deliberated their gretting with disillusionment. And perhaps she would. "I see."
Not that it appeared to dampen the Nazis' spirits for a single moment, with their pale faces and thrusted salutes of right arm. They weren't the old SA; no tiredness leading to a regard of it as too much strain and simply waving the hand. They were of a generational rank acquainted with it enough to stiffen arm at front, with a distinct possibilty of not even recognising how similar it was to Mussolini's Fascists. And Lord save them all from their chaotic little Italian friends...
And "Guten tag," repeated vampiric elder again, quite possibly to derride them. She was not bound by human law and never would be, never mind Germanic origin.
There would be no dictation to her of what she was or was not allowed to do, outside of practicality's realm. Just as no vampire child would have to agree to a daily study period of 'Heiling' their leader between 50 and 150 times each day.
Not that it did not have an appeal.
But they didn't care. They were sickeningly eager and all too predictable in their false smile. They had their way, she had her's and, eventually, the Third Reich would be the envy of all worlds, whether legendary or not. Still, Amelia did so appreciate it when the cattle didn't run.
"We trust that your journey went well," greeted the ranking human among them. Skin so white they could have passed for a member of the undead on the matter of appearence alone. "Welcome to the Reich. We have been entrusted to escort yo-"
But Amelia interrupted with not a spoken voice, but wave of the hand. Choosing to verbalise her announcement, only after they took heed. "I have my escort," she supplied with grace. It was with no displeasure that the disregard registered on the German's face, with just a slight loss for words. Even as she took just as much private happiness in restoring it again with her next words. For it was she who had the power. "But we will agree to ride in your... Automobiles."
Selene just cast a glance in her elder's direction. Ameila knew darn well what a car was, so playing dumb was no doubt a political maneuver on her part. Or something to make the security enforcers pause for thought on just how old they could be. Either way, it could play to their advantage and leave the humans with that much less of a logical foundation to step on. to use against them.
"Of course," living male relented. One more little smile, along with a light cant of head. "However you please."
The Sicherheitsdienst, or SD for shortened use, were a formidable group. Umbrella of the RSHA, Reich Security Department, above them perpetually ensuring that it would be they who maintained control of all internal security of the nation in general. Still, when they wanted to be, they could be very charming and such a meeting was no exception. Several sleek, blackened cars having already been pulled up outside the station, for the transfer of individuals and luggage for the long ride ahead.
"They are the ants." Amelia could be oddly up front with opinion at times, as Selene was finding out. At least, when in the confines of privacy, such as the back seat of a vehicle. "And their Führer, he puts them to work."
"I'd hardly picture Hitler as their Queen."
"Indeed, Selene... Indeed. More of a Nero. We've had plenty of our own and the humans are no different."
"Maybe they just lack the right teeth."
"And sometimes," Amelia lamented; the inertial push of gravity felt that signified the commencing of travel, "I find it an irony that in order to rise above man, we had to become one with the beast."