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Animals…all of them animals. All man did was kill and butcher and murder. But how was I any different. I got someone killed. My body trembled and my hands shook as I held them together. My entire body just curled up in the corner of the car. God how I wished I could just dissolve into the seats knowing that I could never feel anything again.

"Whoo, we got those Nazi fucks!" Donny shouted.

"Let's just get out of here before others show up." Wicki said and I just looked down at my lap trying to figure out what happened and how this happened. One moment he is there and the next he's lying on the ground lifeless before my eyes. What have I done? I felt a tear slip down my cheek and slowly a calloused, bloody- knuckled hand moved over mine and I slowly looked over at Hugo. He just stared at me with a serious and dark stare.

"You alright?"

I just sat on the bed listening to cars moving fast all around us. They were most likely looking for me, the Nazis. We had made it back to the base and I was commanded to stay in the room I was placed in earlier. Everyone was to lay low so they could make it back to the woods. Apparently that's where they have been this entire time. They planned to meet with an English soldier, but that meeting was called off due to the current events. I didn't care about the American soldiers or my home or my past as an opera singer. I just thought about Dieter. There was no tricks or mistakes. He had been shot and killed before me. He was no longer on this earth and it was my fault. I felt my fingers glide into my hair and grip the front of my hair feeling I needed to squeeze something. He was dead, he was dead, he IS dead.

I thought about when Dieter first came in to my job and used his status as a soldier to get Rudolph to let me off of work early. I had never been so afraid. After our children had gone missing obviously forcibly, sterilized or killed, I didn't trust anyone in a uniform, but then again there was one kind of uniform in France. I hated Nazis for what they did to us, hell I even hated Dieter. But when he chose me, I felt it was only a matter of time before he finally decided he had had enough of me and decided to just shoot me on the street. But that never came. He sewed his existence into my life. He befriended me, he fucked me, and he… loved me. Those words, his words, played in my mind every second I close my eyes.

He loved me. Why! Why did he love me, it didn't make sense! Why would he risk his life for me when he was just a mindless Nazi murderer! He had no mind. Hitler commands and he abides. That's what his kind did, that's what all Nazi soldiers did! I found myself sobbing uncontrollably now. I remember one day, I was leaving rehearsal and was walking alone on the street. The sun was up but the streets were not so busy. I saw a line of Nazi soldiers marching in my direction, so of course I hurried to the other side of the street so I would not be in their eye sight. I continued my walk glancing over at them from time to time and that's when I saw Dieter for the very first time leading the army down the street. He looked so scary and horrifying in his black coat and uniform. He looked to be on a mission to hunt and kill.

He looked my way and I felt caught in his stare. I told myself to look away or else he would step out of line, walk up to me, and put a bullet between my head. Dieter looked ahead again as he continued his march, but he looked back over quickly and I was unsure of what to think as we were both passing each other. But once our bodies were aligned on either side of the street, I saw his right eye close and I felt my entire body tighten up. I fumbled a bit in my walk and he just smirked triumphantly as he walked by. I couldn't believe that he had winked at me. And after we had met at my job and he was doing his marches, he would see me and he would secretly smile when he thought no one was watching. He risked everything to just smile at me. But now none of that mattered. Now he was gone, and I felt bad and I didn't know why.

That's when my head snapped up and my red eyes widened. The Nazis would come looking for me that much I knew. They would want to find me for their dead and to find me they would go after Marcel and Emmanuelle- they would go after my neighborhood, my people! I couldn't let that happen. I got up from the bed and moved over to the door and before my hand could grab for the knob, the door opened and Hugo came in. He looked genuinely shocked to see my rushed body at the door.

"Nicholette?" he asked and I just stared at him feeling all of my courage burst from my body.

"I have to go." I responded.

His eyes widened and he quickly came in and closed the door.

"Nicholette you are not leaving this house." he said and I shook my head.

"I have to, Hugo. If I do not the Nazis will go after everyone I love and I am not going to sit down and just listen to the screams of innocent people being gunned down in the streets." I said and he still shook his head as I spoke. He took hold of my shoulders and causally backed me into the wall.

"I am not going to let you go out there and get yourself killed!" he said. Now I pressed my forehead into his suddenly and I felt his body tense up.

"Why do you care, Hugo?" I whispered softly. "All you wanted from me was to help me kill Dieter, and now you got what you wanted. Why do you still insist on keeping me here?" I felt his hot breath against my lips and now he seemed to close his eyes.

"I thought somehow you knew." he whispered huskily. "I could have left you on that stage after shooting that soldier, but I knew if I did I would be sending you to death, and I couldn't, I just couldn't leave you there."

I just stared up at him. He never showed such interest in me before.

"Why now? Why are you just now showing emotions as if you care, how do I know this isn't a trick to keep me here?" I asked and he just leaned back and looked at me in shock.

"Because you knew that wasn't a gun digging into your thighs that night." he said. My eyes widened at his words and now I looked away closing my eyes trying to block out the night we met, but I only saw Dieter's dead body and with that body were thoughts of my loved ones suffering.

"I can't stay here Hugo. I don't belong here, I belong with my family." I replied looking up at him. I could see the obvious pain he was trying to hide.

"We belong with each other." he said. I stared at him, the pain in both our eyes visible. But he sighed heavily and looked away, his eyes staring down at the ground and slowly he looked back up at me, eyes dark and blank now. They were as dangerous as when we first met. "I'll talk to Lt. Raine." He backed away from me and turned silently and just left. I prayed they let me go.

Author's notes

I'm back! So here's the update now this story could go one of numerous ways:

Nicholette has to stay with the basterds but that of course has MAJOR consequences with everything.

Nicholette gives herself up to the Landa and of course that has MAJOR consequences with everything.

Or a mixture of the two plots

I already have the long outcomes for both options so please let me know what you would like to read!