Authorial Note(s): It's been awhile since I've updated, school has been murder and I'm transferring universities but after a few months here's Hellstrom. It's really only the first part because for some reason Dieter's chapter is nearly eleven pages, and while I might find time to finish the second part, I'm rather trying to concentrate on my chapter-length story Bomb In a Birdcage. Anyway, read, enjoy and review.

The Rites of Spring
Title: A Wolf At The Door (I/II)
Length: 5 pages, 2186 words.
Characters: Dieter Hellstrom / Original Female

The cool bedroom of the moderate-classed apartment starkly contrasted the steamy bathroom thanks to the open window allowing the crisp Munich air in. Goosebumps broke out across bare skin causing Amelia Wickham to shiver, physically as well as vocally, lip quivering as she slunk from the bathroom. The room was dimly light as she wrapped herself in a smooth silken robe as if it had become her protective shield against the chill. The sudden temperature drop probably wouldn't have been so extreme had she not carried the preference for scalding hot showers – so much to the point that anyone else might have complained about burning their skin. Quickly her thirst led her into the down stair's kitchen to create a warm cup of tea. After taking a small sip she allowed herself to lean back against the counter, somewhat relaxed. Her parched throat now refreshed – for the time being – Amelia allowed her mind to wander.

It was somewhat amazing how the past could rush back in such a startling way. It was even more amazing – and possibly annoying – was as much as she tried to focus her thoughts on other things; the more her thoughts persisted to think back. It would have been a lie to say that her thoughts had never wandered to Major Dieter Hellstrom after what they had shared. As matter of face, she had thought of him from time to time, despite trying not to after their parting. At first, a few days after she had slept with him, Amelia had to endure a barrage of different emotions. She had been mortified with herself, ashamed – there had been a whole spectrum of emotion, some she still couldn't even name. It had been a miracle or sheer dumb luck she hadn't gotten pregnant. After that initial shock, she had fallen into a lull of sadness, trying to adjust to the knowledge that she wasn't an innocent anymore, the feeling of being less of a child and less naive weighing heavily.

Somewhere along the lines of her musing she stopped drinking her tea, the cup posed against her lips. Just as she was about to set the cup aside for the time being her movements were interrupted by an unexpected knocking on the front door. The rhythmic sound startled her, causing the drink to spill as she rushed off toward the door. As she stalked down the short amber light hallway she wonder who her surprise visitor might've been; no one was inclined to visit her. As she made her way to door, Amelia unlocked the deadbolt and locks to slowly crack the door open half way. It was when she snuck a peek through the crack that the sight before her was enough reason to either slam the door. Though she fought the urge Amelia's eyes widened slightly as she swallowed down the lump in her throat.

Before her, on her doorstep stood Major Dieter Hellstrom himself, dressed very much the same way she had met him a year ago. His uniform, a dark shade she couldn't make out, was crisp, neat pressed – like all good soldiers – medals across his chest and nothing out of place. He looked very much like he had when she had first met him a year ago, and his expression was ever as she remembered it. Amelia wasn't sure what sort of mental power she had suddenly developed that allowed her to summon what she had been thinking of, but she made a mental note. Pushing a side her disbelief, she tried to collect her wits as quickly as possible.

"…It is rather rude to just arrive unannounced, don't you think Major Hellstrom?" Amelia questioned, cocking her head against the door. It had seemed she had been unable to keep the words from leaving her lips but found herself unable to regret the comment when he seemed to smirk ever slightly.

"Considering how we crossed paths the last time, I assumed the trend would not be unwelcome."

A small almost-there smile slowly spread across her lips as she nodded somewhat in defeat.

"Touché, Major."

While very curious as to why the Major had suddenly appeared – and how he had found her, given as she was no longer residing in the place she had before her parents' death. Though, it didn't seem that curious, he was an S.S. Major, he could find out anything about anyone if he asked the right people.

"It is rather cold; would you condemn me to stand outside your door all evening?"

His voice was smooth and caused her to flush before slowly stepping aside and allowing him entrance. She was hardly rude enough to make him stand outside her door. He entered quickly, flashing a small smile, his hat under his arm and his leather boots thudding heavily against the bare hardwood floors.

"Tell me Amelia, do you always allow uninvited guests into your home? I very well could use this to my advantage."

"Of course not Major, though I had assumed it must have been important to arrive unannounced."

As the two fell silent in the hall, Hellstrom took the time to take her in, noting some of the subtle ways she had changed. Her blond hair had grown longer, seeming to be almost mid-way to her back with her bangs framing her face. She was taller as well, although not by much but able to reach the top of his own chest. He was also quite certain that beneath the loosely wrapped robe she wore, she was naked; her hair slightly damp, making it obvious that she had only recently finished a shower. Dieter Hellstrom had no doubt that she would be more than merely pretty, as he had been content to define her before, no that assessment was tossed out the window as he look her over. There was no fluke to the attraction that lingered over him; he was dead set on heaving her, just as he had a year ago. It was only slightly more than startling to be before her and already have the need, the compulsion to pull her to him, to unveil all the things she kept hidden.

"How did you find me? Why did you bother to find me?"

"Is that really so important? I am a S.S. Major; I believe I could find one woman in this city quite easily, don't you think so?"

"That doesn't answer why," Amelia noted as confusion and curiosity laced her words, "Though perhaps it will take a long explanation? You can take a seat in the study," she commented, pointing to her left, "I will need to change."

She had barely made it three paces pass him toward the staircase when his hand was on her wrist. The sudden and very startling movement made her whirl around on him, her surprise clear across her face and perhaps, her discomfort as well. Amelia's eyes quickly darted down to the hand that clutched her wrist before skimming back up to look upon the face of its owner, trying to discern anything from his dark eyes.

"If you're concerned that the way you're dressed offends or make me uncomfortable, then you don't need to worry. If memory serves, I've seen you in much less."

Blushing at his words, she hadn't quite expected that he would mention their affair with such ease. She pulled lightly against his hold, though his grip remained firm. Realizing quite suddenly that he had no intention of releasing her, it was easy to connect the dots as to why he had come. Amelia's expression became even as she gazed upon him, trying to reading something, anything on his face that would give her a clue. She wasn't surprised at all when she found none.

"Why did you come here, Dieter?"

At the sound of his first name, Hellstrom reached out and took a hold of her other wrist. Using that leverage to pull her closer, he was only content when he felt her hands against his chest as moved his hands to her shoulders. Her hands sandwiched between their bodies was a very familiar pose, and despite having grown since their last meeting, Amelia still had to crane her neck to meet his face, expression even, as unchanged as his. She had learned.

"Because I wanted to."

Both knew there would be no more discussion of that topic; He had his secrets and they were not meant to be shared. What point was there in trying to draw them out when he was good as keeping them hidden from the rest of the world? As much as Amelia wanted to know, she had her own ideas and, for the most part, it was all she needed. Hellstrom had wanted to see how she had changed – if any – he had wanted to know if she had moved on since him, as he had. He wanted her, period, even though he should have had his fill a year ago. She wasn't privy to these things but as he watched her soft face, he could see the understanding lighting up in her eyes. She knew what his intentions had been for stopping by unannounced. Hellstrom wouldn't continue to boggle over the mystery of what it was that drew him to crave her, not when he was intent to just give in and enjoy what he'd only been able to have once before.

Of course, Dieter Hellstrom was never a man to deny himself anything.

"What makes you think I'm interested in anything from you now, Major?"

Dieter's smirk grew slightly wider as Amelia spoke. It was true; he did admire her spark and found her attempt to be unenthusiastic somewhat amusing. He chuckled low in his throat and she could feel the reverberation against her hands that lay on his chest.

"If that were true, Fraulein Wickham, you have made me leave by now, wouldn't you?"

She pressed her lips together, holding her breath as he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to the hardness of his body. There was a tug on the collar of her rob as his head lowered, mouth dragging faintly along the shoulder that had been exposed. His teeth scrapped along her skin before taking a harsh nip at the junction where her throat met her shoulder. At the sharp pain Amelia gripped his forearm as her held tilted back, wordlessly showing acceptance. The rough suction that lingered on her skin was brief, though hard enough to leave various degrees of marks, and she could feel his warm breath against her skin, heard him inhaling deeply through his nose.

She smelled fresh, and instantly it reminded Dieter of the spring rain where he grew up. He wanted to positively devour her – and at that thought, he sincerely doubted she would mind at all.

Quite suddenly he released her, turning her body around in a whirl of motion before pushing her forward until her hands met a wall. Feeling his body pressed completely against her back, Amelia fringed a questioning glance over her should, fingers curling as she waited for his intentions to become more obvious. It was with a startled gasp that one of his still leather-clad hand moved inside her robe, finger sprawling across her collarbone before moving down to her chest. His chin touched her shoulder as his teeth found her earlobe, Amelia, with eyes closed, titled her head back instinctually to let him lavish more attention on the soft skin. It was, again, another reflexive response when she attempted to close her legs around his wrist, the coolness of the leather encasing his palm felt odd against her.

"You're blushing, Amelia. Why so shy when I've already been here once before?"

"I'm not some common place whore, Dieter," she spat back, unable to look back at him anymore as the blush grew even darker.

He rather like that she was still somewhat timid. The redness of her neck made his marks stand out even more and made her look even more vibrant. The heat of her could be felt, even though the gloves her wore, and he knew she was more than ready. Hellstrom was more than happy that she wouldn't rebuff his advanced; particularly when he was already so ready to take her it was agonizing. His clothing wouldn't be on him for very long, and if things went his way, neither would hers.

"Take me to your room, Amelia," he murmured in to the sensitive shell of her ear. "Unless you want to me to fuck you right against this very wall."

TBC.