Somewhat lengthy Author's note (please read!): Well now, Welcome back to the demonic world tour, today we're making a stop in Germany. (Yes this one shot is about when Eva met Sparda. Sad thing is, i don't know if i quite believe in love at first sight any more.) One shot goes out to Paw-kay Munchy Gawd. XD (Have a nice study break!) A couple notes accompany this piece that you definitely want to read.
First: there are a few vocabulary words you might want to know, they may help clarify some of the details in this one-shot. I've posted them at the bottom of this piece.
Second: For those time and book story plot sticklers, this may not be your cup of tea, so considered yourself warned. There are also a few crossovers in this one shot, mentioned chiefly in passing. So take it for what it's worth.
Third: I set this story during WW2 on purpose. (aka I used me imagination and this is what it crapped out) This one shot was originally supposed to be the beginning of an Eva/Sparda fic, but I just couldn't get into it. sighs. Someday maybe. Also, I'm not trying to bash anyone with this fic, if you're offended by it in any way, please say as much along with some ideas you have for revisions.
The last thing to mention: a Harry Potter class-yes a class name-makes a camo in this one shot as well. XD Why the hell not, eh? I got just about everything else in here… Well onwards!
Grinding her way through the dissipating crowd a nervous trickle of sweat wound its way down her back as she efficiently ignored the twisting cold intrusions into her gut. The phrase she'd heard that day above the rhythmic, bombarding footsteps were enough to make the lump in her stomach harden into a firm stone-like mass. With that same phrase ringing in her ears over and over again mixing into her tumultuous thoughts, Frau Amelia Eva Wulfenstien turned onto the darkened ally, the red and black dress hem sweeping across the worn cement. The allyway was perhaps the worst haunted street of the city. The slivering cold in her gut was more difficult to ignore here than anywhere else, and quite often she found herself with a slight headache after walking through it. Being a telepath wasn't everything it was cracked up to be.
Carefully she picked her way across the broken down street. She was donning the colors that supported the beliefs of a Führer she had never supported to begin with. Rather contrary to the supposition of belief, she had begun, in fact, to loath the mad man with a passion.
This was bad. This was very bad. If the third Reich-more importantly-Hitler's Gestapo or Sicherheitsdienst got their bloody hands on art magickal it was over for the allies, never mind the millions the Führer had locked up in the camps. She didn't even want to begin to think about what a mass 'kill all' spell would mean for the war efforts of the Allies. Brimstone already had an armful of the rumors supporting the formation of a Gegengheist Gruppe, the would-be Nazi world police of all things that went unmentioned in polite society. It would seem the GGG, as she had dubbed it, had the same agenda as the Fuhrer: rid the world of everything not useful or unsupportive of the Nazi party and its leader. With this latest public revelation, the fifth with in the month, Frau Eva believed the secluded shady, defense of the dark arts branch of the English government would have enough evidence for Parliament to support the deployment of any agents.
And god, she needed the help. Yup, she was looking things in the mouth alright. The SS was already following the trail of her scent. No doubt they'd discovered her original papers and the body they belonged to. Or rather they had discovered a body with missing the papers and her original papers, there hadn't been enough time to burn them properly. The body's papers had become her pseudo Nazi loyalist 'husband', currently gone fighting for the Führer's dreams. It was unusual for a young 'wife' to be left so alone, but in the middle of a war there were many young husbandless wives. All the same, it was time for the useful Frau Amelia Wulfenstien to make a sudden visit to an uncle in the northern most regions of the great German Empire and never return. Good riddance, she was getting tired of playing the role of a simpering mouse. Her choice in clothing was horrendous. The Brimstone Society needed her report. It had been her earlier reports that had alerted the English government to the Nazi's interests in the art magickal. This latest report could very well be the last push Parliament needed to be drawn into acting.
Eva came to a halt, clutching the black shawl around her shoulders. The cold silvering thing took hold of her stomach once again, warning her perhaps, or simply testing her. Despite the cool of the evening, she could feel the eyes watching her. The feel of them made her nervous. She'd received word from Brimstone her exit vista would be coming in the form of a field agent by the name of Teufel. She knew him by reputation only, but a colleague was a colleague in her line of work she supposed. She was acutely aware that the SS must be dangerously close to her if they were sending another agent to assist her back to England. A hand went to the blade tucked in the hem of her dress. Little good it would do against several SS agents, but it was all she had. A few men in uniforms weren't enough to scare Eva. It was the men in GGG uniforms that unnerved her. She still remembered the dead look in their once human eyes as Hitler had unveiled them to the crowd.
Coming out of the ally, Eva quickened her pace, hurrying down the street. It was getting dark out. Not a good thing for a Frau to be caught outside at night. Not a good thing for a secret agent to be outside at night. Her rooms were only a few blocks away, along with the smuggled English irons she coveted above all else. Why in god's name hadn't she brought her papa's twin pistols with her? With the SS so close to her heels, stupid. Her hand tightened around the knife hilt.
There were two of them behind her. Light shone out from ale houses as Eva pulled the shawl up to her ears, her mind racing. She had to get her report to Brimstone. It might mean a world of a difference in the war effort. This agent Tuefel had better be a devil if he thought he'd be able to smuggle her back to England with the SS already branding her as a wanted criminal. How would she recognize an agent she had never laid eyes on? Eva suppress a minute groan. Brimstone was losing it's touch. What was with that name anyways? Tuefel? Devil? Seeing as he hadn't arrived yet, Eva was beginning to assume help was never coming.
The footsteps were nearing. Glancing up from the ground, Eva came from a halt, taking in the sight a ways down the ally. Two Gestapo-Damn! They were on to her already!-casually stalking towards her, the perfect Nazi soldiers. They both had blond hair-as did she-but their red arm bands and the thick black lines of the swastika were brazen in the chilly night air. Chancing a quick glance over her shoulder eye sized up her chances. Four Gestapo for one woman with a knife was not good odds. Even if the knife was semi-enchanted.
Abruptly, Eva turned, following yet another twisting alleyway of the city had to offer. She would have pray for safe delivery if she hadn't given up prayer. The ally way was just one of the many escape routes Eva had formulated during her brief stay in the motherland. It would lead her directly to the contact point. It was far too early for Tuefel to be there, but at this point, it was all she had. It was a long shot, but he might be there. And with out her papa's irons, she'd be lucky to make it down the block. The prospect of spending time in a camp was about as appealing as dying.
Behind her the Gestapos converged, stilling following her. By her calculations, she should have had at least two more days to disappear. Had she been sold out? Had agent Tuefel been caught? Bribed? What good would it do to reach the contact point with no contact to be reached? Again Eva drew up short. Behind her, a Gestapo boy snickered, and she knew why.
She was surrounded. Caught in an ally way like a rat. Silently, Eva glanced between the two groups, slowly easing herself back. There was still a card she could play, before drawing her blade. Rough, brick wall prickled at her back, preventing her from backing up further. If this worked, she might just try her hand in the pictures at Hollywood.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Eva demanded. Her German was fluent; many years of practice would have made it so. "I am German! I support the Führer! What do you want?" It was an effort to keep the disgust from her voice. The odds were not in her favor tonight. 8 to 1, she was outnumbered. The best she could do was fend them off until-if she was lucky-one of them shot her fatally enough to kill her. If she wasn't lucky, she'd be interrogated and then shot.
"I do not think you are as German as you claim to be Frau," a sandy haired boy responded, laughing. He was nothing more than a boy, two years her junior, and yet he was high in SS ranks. The SS had found her. A cold twisting took hold of her gut. Pointedly Eva pushed away the intruding premonition. As a telepath with an open link, she had no desire so see the last moments of so many others who had died in this ally way. It was more difficult that it usually was to block this particular vision.
"I'd beg to differ," Eva said calmly. A pulsing had begun in her temple. How could a simple faded memory be so difficult to block? Were these Gestapo part of the GGG? "I am German. Would you like to see my papers?" She held them out for inspection. They were genuine papers. An Amelia Wulfenstien had exited, roughly fifty years ago.
"You are an English spy," leader Gestapo told her, knocking her papers to the ground. She'd been sold out? Eva brought a hand to her nose. It was bleeding. Damn and damn again! This was no time for a vision. She could feel her vision reeling. Only the wall at her back kept her from falling to the ground. The Gestapo watched her, unconcerned.
"I will not be the one to die tonight, good son," Eva commented softly. Laughing they closed in on her. Faint, Eva clutched her knife. So this was it? She was going to die in a back alleyway?
Shadow rippled at the edge of her vision. She thought, perhaps, it would be a good thing not to remember what they would do to her before dragging her to SS HQ to be processed like so many others. The curse of being a female agent, it was a nothing more but a grim joke at Brimstone. It was all too real in the field.
Panting, Eva slowly began to slide to the ground as the premonition over took her against her will. Fragments of her vision were red and blue, she could hear laughter, little children laughing. Grown men, laughing, the Gestapo laughing. The dogs. She growled. The laughter stopped. The Gestapo, the boys, they were yelling now. Angrily accusing someone of something. A Traitor? What? With a final push, Eva surfaced from the swirling vision, away from the two identical faces staring up at her.
Blood splatter flung across her dress. Gasping for air, Eva staggered to her feet, face going pale. Was this still part of the vision? The getsapo lay dead on the ally floor. The blood was everywhere. Eva fought back a gag, her eyes trailing to the figure in the middle of it all. She was no stranger to violence, but that fact did not stop her from become ill at the sight of it.
Blackness shuddered as he rose, for a moment Eva envisioned wings in his moonlit shadow. A broad back, light glinted off snow white hair, a sword at his hand. Agent Tuefel? It couldn't be, could it? He turned to her. The dark jacket swept over the bodies of those he had slain. The knife was in her hand, it's blade edge visible enough for him to draw up short. Blue eyes regarded her impassively for a moment. Gazing back into them, she didn't dare blink, lest she be lost in the endless black of the pupils. They seemed to glow with an inner light. Mind still reeling from the aggressive vision, Eva fumbled for the contact phrase, pushing herself to her feet.
"I thank you sir," her voice was far calmer than she felt.
"I'd hope your information was worth their lives," he responded in English, glancing over to his shoulder to the bodies that lay behind him. He did not bother to wipe the blood from his blade before placing it in the sheath. Was he a clever Nazi ploy or truly the agent Brimstone had sent to aid her? Eva considered her words carefully before speaking next.
"Are you the one brother Brim sent?" There was only one answer she would accept to that question. Brother Brim was a common code for the Brimstone Society all agents used while in the field. If it were not the correct answer, she was in another pickle of a situation.
"Count Sparda Von Tuefel," he inclined his head ever so slightly, the moonlight glinting off the silver frames perched on his nose as he studied her. He certainly looked the part of the noble blood, but Sparda? What nationality was that rooted in? "And I presume you are agent Eve?"
"Eva," she corrected him, dryly. When would that joke die? Even in a foreign country under the most unusual of circumstances, the nick name followed her. "Eve was rather something of a joke. Brother Brim so does enjoy his sense of humor."
"Very well Eva," he offered, his arm. "Shall we continue our conversation elsewhere?" Of course, Tuefel would want to known her information. Should she trust him? Was he really her contact?
"As you wish Sir Tuefel," Eva responded, putting her knife away. There was something different about Agent Tuefel, but then, many of Brimstone's agents were unusual if not entirely human. Well, better the devil she recognized than Hitler's interment camps. Skirting the dead bodies, Count Sparda led her from the ally way. There was a lot of work to be done before their feet would land safely on English territory.
The rest, in time, became history.
As promised, vocabulary words...if they aren't explicative enough, say so, I will make revisions.
The Third Reich-Nazi Germany
Gestapo-part of the SS in Nazi Germany, they were the 'secret police' that took care of political activists and all the millions of others Hitler deemed as 'undesirable' for his Aryan blooded empire
Sicherheitsdienst-a branch of the SS (yes during Nazi Germany) equivalent to the US Office of Homeland Security. (aka the guys that make sure our nation is secure from any further outside threats of terrorism, wars, plagues, etc. only they worked for Hitler)
The Brimstone Society-an underground organization dealing with mainly with the Game BloodRayne. The Brimstone Society is a shady organization that deals with the paranormal. Needless to say, I'm making a crossosver with this organization. It's so covert, british, and readily made, I couldn't resist.
Gegengheist Gruppe-another BloodRayne Crossover, literally translates into 'Anti-Ghost Group'
Tuefel-roughly translates into 'devil' or so I was told, I'm not very big on the German language, so if anyone has any corrections for the word and it's use in the story's context, by all means, let me know.