AN: A bit of an AU for the pasts of Rip and the Captain, especially Rip's connection to Alucard.
Rip Van Winkle hated it at times – being part of the Nazi army. She felt like a traitor to her own people but after too many years under their control, she started to believe their lies. In the end it became apparent they had wanted her only for her strength and didn't care what race or religion she was. The Hunter felt like she could have been green with five heads and they wouldn't have cared, as long as she followed their orders and hunted their prey. Rip didn't know which was worst: the Nazi doctor who experimented on her or her Sire. She could still remember the way Alucard tortured her as a young teenager. Rip had been only 15 years old when he turned her. He had slaughtered and killed her parents and then forced her to drink blood from their warm bodies. The bastard had said it would destroy the humanity that remained inside of her body. She cringed at the thought. But, she had done that and so much more – afraid of what he would do to her if she refused. Then he deserted her when he found another bride more to his liking. The new bride looked more like a woman, with bigger breasts and rounded hips, then she had with her slender, almost boyish, frame.
Her only savior through it all had been the Captain. The two of them had formed a bond almost from the moment they first met. He had saved her from dying on the street. She had been starving when he shared his "meal" with her. And Rip could tell he wasn't thrilled about his fate or things he was ordered to do, either. They became friends at first and then lovers. He could not speak – the experiments seemed to make him forget how to form words. This had never been a problem for the two of them. They were elite vampires – and they communicated telepathically. Today was their anniversary, the first time they had their fun – ironically enough it was Valentines Day. It held special meaning for Rip because she knew the war was about to start. Their future was uncertain and it might be the last Valentines Day that they one or both lived through.
Rip was in her room when Shroedigger came screaming down the hall about someone at the door for her.
"Oh Rippie, it is for you. There is a package for you. Just how many lovers do you have, Rippie?"
Rip glared at the catboy – he acted so juvenile and yet was the same age as her. "If you do not want to die, little one, I suggest you shut the HELL up!" She chased him away. At the door was a handsome young man holding a dozen of burgundy flowers.
"Yes, I am Rip Van Winkle. I understand those are for me?"
"Oh yes, Mam." The young man's eyes were wide in wonder taking in the unusual sites of the Millenium barracks. He stared just a little too long at Rip's red eyes.
She glared at him as he gave her the flowers and ran back to his truck. She giggled. Sometimes playing with humans was entirely too much fun.
Shroedigger was there and continued to tease her about the flowers. She kicked him hard in his knees and he finally let her be. He would not stop asking her however, about her plans with Captain Hans.
"So where are you guys going to do it this years, Rip? Last year was in his barracks but it is much too crowded now. I learned so much last year watching you guys…"
Rip's face got red – she was not sure how. She was a vampire and didn't think she had enough blood in her system to blush. "Why you little-how dare you intrude on a private moment between me and Hans! You are nothing but a perverted, oversexed cat! You will not see me and Hans do anything, you pervert. Go find yourself a girlfriend."
"Aww, Rippie. You know how boring it gets. And with my ears, no girl will look twice at me. Not many guys will either. Besides the one girl who I like, well she's on the enemy's side. I wasn't the only one you know. The Major and Doc enjoyed watching too. Especially the Major." The catboy grinned after he finished talking, remembering just how much the Major did enjoy it. He thought that he could tell her how the Major had filmed it and watched it when everyone else was asleep. Shroedigger discarded that idea when he saw how angry Rip was right now.
Rip, face felt hot with anger. She couldn't very well yell at those two, now could she? They outranked her. Yelling at the Major never got any soldier that she had seen anything but dead. Still, she didn't have to like it. Rip decided that she and Hans would have to take their activities outside the Millenium compound.
"I'm going to see Hans – to thank him for his present. If you know what is good for you, Shroe, you will keep your mouth shut and NOT follow me."
Shroedigger merely nodded, like an obedient pet. He knew when to leave well enough, alone.
Rip found the Captain in the kitchen filling up a beer mug with blood. No one else was in the kitchen. They were all alone.
Captain Hans, they were quite lovely. The flowers, that is.
Glad you enjoyed them, Rip. I hope they didn't cause you any trouble. You seem kind of…bothered.
Oh, it's nothing - just that pain in the ass cat, Shroedigger. I was thinking that maybe it would be a good idea to get out of here for a little while, you know some place where prying eyes could not see.
The Captain nodded. Rip had tried to put hints in their conversation and he seemed to have picked them up. She grinned at him.
Shall we meet by the West gate, at dusk? Maybe we'll get some 'fresh food' and then who knows? Rip winked at the Captain as she finished her sentence.
The Captain nodded again and a small grin started to form. It wasn't much but Rip would gladly take it. He was kind to her. Kinder then anyone is the forsaken organization had been. Rip knew what kind of effects the medical experiments could have on you. She was sure the Captain's lack of expressing his emotion was his way of holding on to the emotions he had left. Rip had gone with another approach herself. She pretended to be happy and cheerful on the outside, distancing herself and others from the pain her that was in her heart. Rip grinned as she thought how wrong her sire had been. He had been unable to destroy all of her humanity. Just knowing that meant she had been victorious over him in a small but important way.
They drove in silence, using one of Millennium's own vans. Rip drove while the Captain remained silent as always, just taking in the scenery. It was a long drive and Rip felt her anticipation building up inside of her. They agreed to skip a "fresh meal" because it would've taken up too much time - time they would rather spend doing things to each other. Finally they arrived at the inn and they had some wine at the bar to relax after the long drive. The Captain's eyes never left the Hunter's as they drank. Rip wanted to tear off his clothes while they sat in the dining room. Finally, their drinks were finished and they
Rip undressed while the Captain watched her with undivided attention. This was one of Rip's favorite parts of the evening. She never felt so beautiful as when his eyes were on her. It felt to her almost like his eyes caressed her. Rip closed her eyes as Hans explored every spot of her body with his hands and mouth. It still amazed her, after all this time, that the two of them could be such brutal, ruthless killers and yet so gentle in bed. In the bedroom it was all about pleasure and making each other feel the wonders of each other's touch.
Now it was her turn. She undressed the Captain herself. He seemed to enjoy it almost as much as she. It always surprised Rip just how much of a perfect body he did have. His chest muscles were taut and hard. His legs and arms were muscular but not overly so. She covered his body with kisses, from his head to his thighs and everywhere in between. From the moans she heard inside her mind, Rip knew this part was the Captain's favorite, as she brought him just to the brink of ecstasy. The Hunter loved how Hans tasted and never tired of this part herself.
Finally, the two knew it was time for them to finish their dance with desire. Rip screamed his name as he plunged himself into her and pounded into her time and time again. The Captain's screams inside her head were almost deafening to Rip as the two of them climaxed at practically the same time. As their bodies relaxed into a blissful state of pleasure, Rip fell asleep on the Captain's chest. It was her most favorite place on earth to be.
The Captain drifted off to sleep himself as he stroked the back of Rip's long hair. Although, no one was around to see, this creature, this man who displayed so little emotion for others, had a Cheshire's grin on his face as sleep finally caught up with him and his eyes shut on their own.
