DISCLAIMER: No disrespect is meant to the real Band of Brothers and what they accomplished. I own nothing except Alana and Sara.
Big thanks to those of you who have continued to review. To all those reading and not reviewing, I really hope you are enjoying the story as well. Just to let readers know, I've used up all my German in the last chapter and because this is going to be heavy in German conversation any time after the start you see Italics that is German being spoken, but written in English. In addition, this one may jump around some, but I've tried to put in breaks so you know when we are moving scenes.
As some may have noticed, I increased the rating to "M". Not that this will be overly sexual, but thought it might be better to be safe than sorry.
Chapter 6
She was starting to drift off when the sound of machine gun fire brought her to her feet and rushing for the door. The sight that greeted her was unexpected. Oh god this can't be happening. "Nicht schessen, nicht schessen!"
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She'd never been so cold or tired and oh yes one more complaint her feet were killing her. The Germans who attacked the CP were now pushing further into Belgium and had kept them moving all night. She spared a glance at the medic walking beside her; he was just a kid and looked scared to death. She wanted to tell him it would be okay and they were perfectly safe, at least for a while.
What she had seen when she opened her door last night was a sight that she would never forget. Major Horton and the rest of the officers were dead and the medic had a gun pointing at his head. She hadn't thought about what she was doing when she'd screamed in her native language not to shoot. That was probably the only reason her and the medic were still alive. The Germans saw them as being useful.
They'd given her time to redress and the medic time to grab supplies, but they were clearly in a hurry. These were SS and they were moving fast to catch up to the unit that had sent them out on patrol. She would have laughed had it not been so sad, a chance patrol that had caught the CP totally off guard.
Trying to find just a little more warmth, she pulled the collar of her jacket up further around her neck. The faint smell of sandalwood drifted up. She'd grabbed this jacket just to give herself a reminder of him. For all the anger that had been there just hours before, she now realized this was all she had left of him.
Did he know she was gone yet? Was he sorry for the things he'd said? Oh, God she was sorry and would give anything just to see him one more time to tell him how much she cared, even if he didn't feel the same.
Tears stung her eyes and she was grateful for the darkness. She wouldn't cry there was no way she'd give them the satisfaction, besides she had to be strong not only for herself but for the medic as well. They would survive.
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The boot making contact with her hip was almost enough to have her screaming, but she bit her lip and glared at the German soldier standing over her.
"Get up the Captain wants you."
She let him drag her to her feet and waved off the medic when he tried to help her. No one needed to be hurt; right now, she was sure this was only a conversation. Unfortunately, she couldn't have been more wrong.
The man sitting behind the desk when they came in glanced up for only a moment, waving off the guard in an off-handed gesture. With another wave of his hand, he indicated the chair in front of his desk. Sitting down Lana took a chance to study him.
His dark brown hair gleamed in the candle light and with the quick glance, he'd given when they arrived, she'd have guessed his eyes were light in color. He was young, probably around her age, but the war had created lines in his face giving him the appearance of an older man.
"Are you finished staring at me or should I continue to pretend to work so you can look some more?"
Lana quickly averted her eyes to the floor, embarrassed at having been caught staring.
The scraping of a chair alerted her to the fact that he was getting up, the boots moving across the floor stopped next to her.
"There is no need to be embarrassed; it's not every day a lovely lady stares at me. But if it wouldn't be too much to ask, could you at least give me your name?"
Raising her head to stare at the empty chair he'd left, "Alana Meyers."
"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful lady. However, I've been remiss in my duties, have you eaten tonight? I was just about to have my diner and I hate to eat alone."
Lana turned to her head to look at him, she knew he was being nice for a reason she only wished he would get on with it, but she decided to play his game.
"I've not eaten and neither has the medic that is with me. If you wish him to have enough strength to continue to treat your men, I suggest you feed him as well."
Brushing the back of his fingers across her cheek, he smiled and turned away. "You certainly drive a hard bargain, but as you wish. Guard."
The Captain gave the orders for his diner and that the medic should be provided food as well. Retaking his seat, he said nothing but simply stared at Lana across the table.
He wasn't an unattractive man, but all she could think of was Ron. By this time, he had to know she was gone. Shaking her head, she pushed thoughts of him from her mind. She had to focus on the here and now if there was any chance of surviving this.
Once the table was set and the guard had left again, the Captain left his seat crossing the room to her side and extended his hand. Glancing at his extended hand she took it an allowed him to lead her to the table.
While they ate, the room was silent. Lana knew he wanted something, and it was only a matter of time before he told her what it was. As the plates were cleared away and they were alone again, the Captain leaned back in his chair and smiled at her.
"I know what you're thinking; you want to know what I want with you. Well I'll get to the point. I've shown you I can be very kind and considerate to your needs and as you will be in my company for some time to come I'm suggesting an arrangement."
Standing he moved to stand by her side, one of his hands resting on her shoulder the other moving into her hair to loosen the bun it was in, allowing her hair to fall down her back. "You and the medic outside that door are at my mercy, and as I'm a lonely man, I would wish you to spend your nights with me."
Lana couldn't hide the look of disgust that crossed her face. Turning her head away from him, "I'll never do that; I'm not a whore to be used as you wish, no matter how much to bribe me. I can't be bought."
The Captains cool green eyes narrowed and his hand came up to grip her jaw in a painful grasp turning her head back so she was facing him. She had to stop herself from crying out.
"Alana, you will do as I wish, or the young man out there will die. Now think of that, you have thirty seconds."
He was watching her face closely and saw the moment of doubt in her eyes, the smile on his face spread. "I see you've made your decision, good, then let's start by getting you out of that clothing. Stand up, so I can have the pleasure of undressing you myself."
Lana stood facing him, her eyes focused somewhere over his shoulder. She felt everything around her as if she was numb. Her clothes were removed and his lips on her body. His tongue invading her mouth to kiss her, nothing raised her passion, even when he lowered her to the bed; it was almost as if it were happening to someone else. There would be no savior this time and as he rose over her to plunge his body into hers, she closed her eyes and the tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
As she lay there, she realized the tears weren't for what was happening, but because she would now never have a chance at happiness. Even if she ever saw Ron again, there was no way he'd ever want her after she been turned into a whore for a German officer.
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Nixon stepped out of the lit CP into the dark of night lighting his cigarette he leaned against the wall of the building. For two days, they had searched for Lana and the medic with nothing to show for it. They had one piece of news from one of the prisoners Dick had captured. Both Lana and the medic had left with another unit that was heading north deeper into Belgium.
Rubbing his hand across his face, he was just now realizing how tired he was. He really needed to go check on Sara before he went to bed, but somehow he didn't know how he could face her and tell her another day had passed with no word of her friend. He knew that every day that passed meant they might never find her.
She had taken it so hard, crying until he didn't see how she could breath, much less cry. He'd lain away all night just holding her close, so thankful that it hadn't been her, but hurting so much because it was his friend that was missing too.
Taking a last drag from the cigarette he flicked it to the ground where it landed between a pair of boots, that he knew hadn't been there just moments ago.
"I want to see her body."
Looking up Nixon met Ron's eyes in the dim light from the CP. In that moment, he found that he really was afraid of the other man. Ron's eyes seemed to have some inner light that made them appear to glow in the dim light. Swallowing hard Nixon somehow found his voice, "what do you mean see her body, what are you talking about."
Stepping closer to Nixon, Speirs lowered his voice, but the menace was just as or clearer than if, he'd have yelled. "Don't play with me Nixon, I just got back and was told Major Horton's CP was wiped out. I know she was working there and I want to see her body."
"Ron, she's not dead but…"
Before Lew could finish the sentence, the other man actually collapsed to his knees in front of him.
"Then it's not too late, I can go see her in the hospital and tell her I was wrong and that it's okay and most of all I can tell her…"
Grabbing the Ron, Nixon had to shake him to get his attention. "I said she wasn't dead, but she's not at the hospital either."
Seeing the puzzled expression on the other man's face, Lew continued, "she's missing along with a medic. They were both taken by the unit that overran the CP and we think they're headed deeper into Belgium."
Ron glanced at the ground then back up to meet Nixon's eyes. "Then she's as good as dead isn't see?" Getting back to his feet, he took another moment to collect his thoughts.
Nixon found it almost fascinating to watch as he went from a man who'd just lost everything back to the cold-hearted bastard everyone thought he was. Lew cleared his throat, "so did you and her have a chance to talk like a told you to?"
The self-depreciating laugh from Ron sent a shiver down Nixon's spine. "Oh yeah, we talked. I accused her of cheating on me with Winters, in turn, she accused me of being a selfish bastard, and I said something else that got my face slapped. You want to know the really sad thing is the last thing I said to her was she'd be sorry."
He laughed again, "well looks like I was wrong about that one, because right now I'm the only one that's sorry." Ron shook his head, "I'm sorry, I've not even asked how Sara is."
"It's okay; she's hanging in there, missing her friend. Don't worry Ron, we'll find her."
"I don't think so Lew, not alive any way, but thanks for trying to make me feel better, I got to go."
"Ron wait, you need to know something. There was nothing ever going on between Dick and her. Dick was trying to make you jealous so you would tell her how you felt, we had no idea any of this would happen."
Ron smiled, "thanks for telling me. I just wish you'd told me sooner. I was going to tell her how I felt."
Nixon watched as he disappeared back into the night and it was almost like watching a ghost pass into nothing.
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Two months, it had been two months and ten days since she and the medic had disappeared. Two months and ten days she prostituted herself to keep the medic alive. Two months and ten days since she'd seen him, at night if she were alone, she could close her eyes, bury her face in the jacket and remember the way he'd looked at her the night before they left for Belgium.
They had been in Foy for just over a month and the Germans were expecting an attack tomorrow. They were busy preparing tonight and she was alone in the makeshift hospital the medic and her had set up. Jimmy, the medic's name was Jimmy. She had to remind herself every day that real people had names.
The Captain had demand that she call him by his name, but to date she had refused. That made him human and to her she was nothing more than an animal, an animal that required feeding to protect the innocent. Oh yes, while she had some satisfaction of denying him this one thing, it usually earned her a beating. Last night had been the worse, she hadn't been conscious when he finished with her. That suited her just fine, one less thing to try to forget.
The very thought that she might ever have been innocent was just an illusion. She was just as guilty as the men that did this to her. She was German and after all how could she be innocent with that kind of blood in her. Just another reason why she had to forget him and hope he thought she was dead. She was and never would be good enough for him.
She smiled in the dark, Ronald Speirs, with his black hair and dark eyes. The man could bring her to her knees with a kiss. His smile was the one thing she would give anything to see. He did it so rarely that when he did smile it had a devastating effect on any woman lucky enough to see it. Even Sara thought he was gorgeous when he smiled, even though he scared the hell out of her.
Clenching her hands beneath the jacket she mentally kicked herself for saying his name, no good could come from it, this was the here and now, live through one more day. Glancing at the window and the pale light coming in let her know that indeed another day had began.
The whole building shook when the first round of artillery went out. Mornings always brought the shelling of the woods. The Germans believed this kept the Americans from mounting an attack.
Pushing to a sitting position and slowly putting her jacket on she realized there was something different this morning. Not only was the German artillery firing but also soldiers were running everywhere firing at the woods. Taking a chance, she looked out the window and saw American soldiers running down the hill towards Foy.
"Jimmy, get up the Americans are advancing, we just might get out of her alive."
Huddling in a corner they both tried to stay low in case a stray bullet went through one of the windows. The firing had intensified when the door flew open and the Captain appeared.
"Well my friends it would seem for you the journey ends here. I can no longer risk dragging two prisoners, so I think I'll take the one who will be of the most use."
Lana watched in horror as he leveled his Luger at Jimmy and fired. The medic collapsed beside her.
The Captain crossed the room and grabbed Lana pulling her to her feet. "I told you I was keeping the one who would do me the most good."
Lana struggled and managed to break free of him, backing into the room. "No, no more. You killed your only bargaining chip; I'm not going so I guess you'll just have to kill me now. If you take me out that door I can promise you, I'll die on the streets before I ever let you touch me again."
The Captain stopped for a moment staring at her. Then he saw her shrug. "That's unfortunate, as I believe we could have gotten along well, but have it your way."
She saw him raise the Luger, felt the burning pain in the side of her head and the room went dark.
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Oh yes, another cliffhanger, but have no fear, the next chapter is currently being formed in my small brain. Hope everyone enjoys and please review if you have a couple of minutes. Have a great 4th of July.