REPOSTED CHAPTER (last repost)
Chapter 11- Truce
Part of me really hated the fact that he pushed me behind him. How was I supposed to see anything worth shooting? Then again, the other part of me was grateful. I could not imagine that anyone would threaten the home of Hans Landa with the reputation that he had but someone was. They were either very stupid…or very good. I'm not sure which one frightened me more.
"Stay here," he whispered. He gestured towards my pistol. "Don't be afraid to use it."
Without much warning, Hans stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall. The gun fire started. I felt absolutely useless waiting like a sitting duck in the bathroom. I had no idea who these people were or what they wanted. Would they kill me at first sight? Would they torture and interrogate me? Would they be like my attackers? Were they my attackers? Just then I remembered what the one had said... he said they would find me. I was stolen from my reverie as one of the intruders stepped into the door frame. I did not recognize him. I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.
I screamed as he clutched a handful of my hair and yanked it backwards. I screamed for Hans.
The man easily knocked my pistol out of my hands and I saw it fling into the hall, leaving a small dent in the lower wall. The man jerked me out of the bathroom and threw me against the same wall. He rammed me up against it and twisted my arms behind my back. I felt perpetually helpless. Not again. Please not again. But these men seemed to have no such interest. Their main focus was Hans.
I looked over and saw the first man on the floor leading to the kitchen. His brains had been splayed nicely across the carpet. I looked up to see Hans twist the neck of a second man. I didn't recognize either of them. How many were there? He was still fighting though. I heard gun shots. I heard grunts and heavy breathing. I could only pray that the fight was in his favor as I had my own fight to see out.
The man that held me turned me around to face him and slammed me against the wall again. He was too close for me to get my knee between his legs so I did the first thing I could think of and rammed my forehead into his. He backed up, holding his nose. Apparently I had missed but nonetheless, it as a hit. The adrenaline had kicked in by now and I found myself doing things without thinking...smart things. I didn't waste a second as I ran into Hans's office, the other man hot on my heels. I grabbed the thing I saw- the desk lamp- and pummeled the man's head before wrapping the cord around his throat. I pulled but it still wasn't enough.
He had a gun when he first found me but he didn't have it now. I glanced into the hall to see it setting not far from mine. Without thinking, I lunged for it and emptied every bullet into his body until the gun 'clicked' at my trigger pulls signifying that it was empty.
I sat for only a moment before I realized that the sounds from the other room had ceased. I dropped the weapon in hand and crawled over to mine in order to get a better view of Hans.
The last man who had hit Hans from behind was now towering over him, gun in hand and it was pointing directly at Hans. I grabbed my gun from the floor, stood from my position and raised my weapon, aiming for that man's head. How perfect it all seemed, almost like a twisted fairy tale that I should be the one to save him on this night after he has saved me so many times.
Hans saw me stand and the subtle movement of his eyes must have given me away. The man went to look over his shoulder and I pulled the trigger but the 'bang' I expected never came. Instead, there was a hollow 'click.'
I panicked. I was so confused. I knew the gun was loaded but somehow it misfired or jammed or whatever the technical term was, it failed.
I felt the color drain from my face. I'm certain Hans noticed it too. The man standing over him laughed.
"That's too bad," he said over his shoulder. Then he turned back to Hans and said something that I couldn't hear. Whatever he said, I got the impression that he wasn't able to finish as Hans kicked his feet out from under him. The man lost his balance and I heard a shot blast once more through the house. Then I heard Hans yelp in pain.
But he was not dead. And I doubted that he was injured severely as he continued to wrestle with the other man. The intruder had dropped his weapon but it wasn't completely out of his reach. Hans had him pinned to the ground under his knees. I had never seen him fight so animalistic. Then again, I hadn't really seen him fight at all until tonight.
He had both of his hands wrapped around the stranger's throat. His hair has become unusually disheveled, his face was red and a large vein was protruding from his forehead. The intruder might be strong, but I knew Hans was stronger.
However, it was clear to me that he wouldn't be stronger if the other man could reach his weapon and he did.
I couldn't just stand there and watch Hans struggle. I knew I had to help so I did the only thing I could think of and lunged towards the men myself. I grasped the arm that held the gun but there was no doubt that the man would over power me. I tried my best to stall. If I could keep the weapon away from us long enough for the man to be strangled, we won. The problem was keeping the weapon away.
The man was losing his strength by the second but he was still stronger than me. I let him raise his hand up in the air but as soon as he tried to turn his wrist, I slammed it repeatedly against the brick hearth of the fireplace. Eventually the gun was dropped just out of reach. I kicked it away farther and Hans put every last effort into the force around that man's neck.
It seemed like it took forever as I watched the man's eyes nearly pop out of his head but in reality it was only a matter of seconds. Finally, he stopped breathing.
Hans sat back on his haunches and tried to catch his breath. A sheen of sweat decorated his forehead and as he leaned his head back I took in his beauty. He might not have had the body of a twenty year old but I didn't want him to. He had the body of a man.
We stared at one another for a moment.
"Are you all right?" I asked noticing that the bullet had grazed his arm during the scuffle and had left a bloody gash in its wake.
He nodded and looked down at his arm. A trail of blood running from the wound. "Just a few bumps and bruises," he said with a grin. "Thank you."
"Thank you," I returned and crawled towards him. We had found a middle ground. We had an understanding of one another. We were to take care of one another. We had a truce. Even so, we had more than that. I rose up on my knees, held his head between my hands and began trailing kisses along his hairline.
"What are you doing?" he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.
I pulled away to look him in the eyes. "Checking for bumps," I said innocently and he grinned. After I felt that his head had been thoroughly checked, I flashed my eyes from his, down to his lips then back again.
"What?" he asked. The nerve of that man. He knew exactly 'what.'
"I suppose I should make sure all of your teeth are still intact," I said, leaning closer. "You took quite a blow to the face, earlier."
His eyes softened and if his grin could become any more wicked, it did as I leaned fully against him and brushed my lips softly against his. He welcomed the contact, and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into him. My fingers trailed to his now unkempt hair and they stayed there, twisting themselves between strands.
Our breathing came in shallow rushes as we quickened the paced. He started to turn us around so that he could be the aggressor but I wouldn't let him get away that easy. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and slowly trailed it along his upper and lower sets of teeth then I pulled away.
"And where did you learn that little trick?" he asked. He seemed quite pleased but I was only going to answer him with another kiss.
Just as we were about to embark on what I imagined would be a heated swapping of saliva, a high-pitched beep came from the kitchen. He wrinkled his brow and I sighed, realizing what it was.
"Well, the turkey is done," I said and he burst into laughter.
I helped him up and we made our way to the kitchen, stepping over bodies on our way. I took care to not dab my bare feet in any of the blood so as to not track it across the house. It would only make for a more tiresome clean up session.
I went to set the table and he came up from behind me, nearly causing me to drop one of the plates. He put his hands on my waist and spun me around, pushing me back towards the counter.
"Hans," I objected but he held a stiff hand to my lips then replaced the hand with his mouth. He easily took my breath away. It was obvious that killing was a turn on to him and it was clear that he was no longer the cold, untamable man that was out of my reach.
As his wide palm began to trail up my spine I began to feel light-headed and clutched on to him for support.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked, trying to stifle a laugh at first. When he saw my face he immediately looked concerned.
"Sorry," I said. "I'm not sure if that was because of your kissing or the blow to the head I received earlier."
"Maybe I should be inspecting your head for bumps," he teased. "Let me see," he said and gently tilted my head down.
I jerked away from his hand as he touched a particularly tender spot at the base of my skull.
"There it is," he said and turned my head for further inspection. "Here, you go ahead and sit. I'll set the table." He pulled out my chair for me and turned back to the oven.
Eating dinner was a surprisingly pleasant event with four dead bodies laying on our floor and him half clothed and bleeding. But somehow, it worked for us. I found that I didn't mind the blood so much. I didn't dare ask him what had just happened. Not yet. I was still trying to process everything in my mind. The intrusion. The kiss. Dr. Kirsch is dead? The energy was electrifying. I was too busy trying to process the information than to try and make sense of it. One thing I knew for sure was that the night had made me hungry and I was going to enjoy this meal with Hans.
New A/N: Updates will be slower now because this is where the reposting stops and the new material comes in! So excited to finally continue. Hope you all like it so far.
Lastly, I have to get something off of my chest and would like input on the matter. In reposting this story, I've been on the site catching up on all the stories I missed. In doing so, I found one story that had a lot of similarities to mine and I'm rather outraged. I know it's only fanfiction and maybe I'm overreacting but as I began reading this other story, the similarities were so striking in some cases that it really angered me.
This being said, I'm not saying that we can't all have similarities in our stories because of course they are bound to happen. However, this person's opening chapter was basically Ada's abduction...walking home alone from a grocery store...being confronted by men as it got dark...being cut with a knife on her side/stomach...and then saved by our dear Hans. Granted it is a lot more fast paced from what I've read. Of course, there are differences as well. Now I would hate...HATE to slam anyone else's work so I will try my best not to in saying all of this.
To top things off the story was posted right after I stopped updating this one. When I did decide to switch accounts, this story was only off the site for a month or two so it was still present when this other author's story was posted...it was just in the back. In addition, the author made a note apologizing to her readers for not having her main character get pregnant from rape because 'it would be too similar to other stories.' (She ends up pregnant later anyways). Maybe I'm overreacting but in speaking to other writer friends, they assure me I am not. Also, since I removed this story from my last profile, I have no evidence stating that my story was posted first other than readers' memories (In order to file any complaint).
I look forward to continuing this story down the same path that I had originally intended which so far as I've read, strays far from this other story (which makes me happy). All the same I am very disheartened and alarmed. I hope after the long break, you all are still with me. Thank you to all of you who have read and reviewed. Truly, thank you.
-RejaNuha