Sanctuary to the Lost and Damned
Chapter 20: Fearless Fool
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AN: please review.
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1939
Rita looked out her window toward the gate. She had been keeping up with how long the four werewolves were away for when they left. He knew that the Irish female one remained there at all times. Hans had been there the last couple of weeks. She knew most of all that Hans was due back that evening. Though Rita did not know where 'there' was she knew that it was something the doctor was involved in.
She wanted to apologize to Hans for her behavior last time they met. She could not help herself. The young woman had feelings for the large werewolf. She had for many years. Over the last few months she had worked up the nerve to approach him. But she was sure that he did not share the same feelings for her. He had already rejected her...Twice.
She snorted. He was probably sleeping with that redhead she-werewolf. Rita would bet that all the male ones were, but she had seen how often the two werewolves were together. With the exception to Schrödinger, Hans' best friend and roommate, she was the one that Hans spent his time with.
Rita had long suspected that the two were banging-bodies when he went to visit her at her location. To say that Rita was jealous would be an understatement as Rita had spent a ridiculous amount of time wishing many misfortunes on the female. If she could have had a shot at the female, she would have.
That werewolf bitch was slowly taking her Hans from her. That was the reason that she had behaved the way that she had the last time. She had thought that she might be able to convince him to stay with her. ; That the two might be together.
She knew that her father wouldn't have approved, but she hadn't planned on telling him. Like part of a plot line in some romance novel, she had envisioned the two of them running away and eloping. Perhaps they could go to a nearby country such as Switzerland.
Her father had told her that like and like belonged together. He had told her that princes marry princesses, Nobles marry nobles, and common folk do the same. He had stressed that she was never to marry or even to have any romantic relations with someone so far below her. She had been given the same sort of speech time and time again. Yet she kept seeing the fantasies of her and Hans together in her dreams.
She knew that her thoughts were the result of too many fairy tales and romantic theater productions.
But she couldn't help it for she knew that the fantasies in her mind were so much more pleasant than the realities of her situation.
She sighed. Her eye continued to watch the gate.
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1939
Alucard phased through the wall and greeted his new master.
"I have a task for you. I need for to infiltrate a political party calling itself The National Socialist German Worker's party." (1)
"How many vampires, Master?"
"None, I hope! But one can never be sure where you bloodsuckers hide."
Years before Alucard might have taken Arthur's words harsh, but his time with Abraham had given him thick skin, or perhaps thin pride. "There are no vampires...?"
"No, but I want you to use another skill of yours. Do you recall when I was a child and I saw you in another guise, of a young woman to be precise. You told me that you could take the form of someone other than yourself."
"You wish me to disguise myself and spy on them." Alucard said understanding the order.
"Exactly!"
"When do I leave?"
"One week. We are waiting for a man to arrive who will forge some documentation for you, as you do not have any of your own."
"You could sign a death certificate confirming that I am dead. That would give you some documentation." Alucard suggested.
Arthur laughed. "I'm sure that it would, but I'm sorry to say that it would only confuse the men at customs."
Alucard smiled. He was very happy to be leaving that wet island. The vampire always hated the weather in England. He had only been outside of the country on a couple of occasions, but the trips to those countries had always made him feel better. Perhaps because it made him feel like he was moving away from his enslavement. It was a personal illusion, yes, but still a pleasant one. Then there was something else; this gave him a chance to do some side investigating into the location of the wolf-girl, who had mentioned working for an aristocrat.
Alucard went to leave.
"There is one more thing."
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Stralsund, Northern Germany...
The large Werewolf referred to as Hans by his comrades and superiors alike sat in the chair reading a thick book.
The door opened to the room where 'She' was held.
It was Schrödinger.
"Oh! Your still here...I thought that you left for the train already." the younger werewolf said sounding very surprised.
Hans had already picked up his tickets. He had decided with the recent unwanted attention from the Baron's daughter, he would leave on the last set of trains going home. If the schedule was as accurate he would arrive at the Manor just after 1:00AM. He believed that by then she would be asleep.
"I have good news Hans!" the younger werewolf began again.
The larger werewolf's eyes left his book to look at his companion who had just entered. Siobhan had already left upon being called away for some task given to her the Baron. Hans always hated when she left. She was his only link to his past after all.
"Siobhan has accepted my proposal. We are engaged!" the younger werewolf was so excited he might have bounced like a rubber ball.
Though Hans was surprised this was not entirely unexpected. Schrödinger had been courting her for some time. The larger werewolf doubted that she had taken his interest in her as anything more than sexual attraction, seriously. She was most certainly the most attractive female among the select few that were in their ranks.
The werewolf looked very nervous now. "I, We were wondering if you would help with...Well you know."
Hans knew that Schrödinger wanted some help with the wedding. He thought that it was an odd move for Schrödinger to have a religious wedding, until he reminded himself of who this werewolf's bride was.
Hans nodded in agreement.
The other werewolf became very excited again. "Thank you! You are really a good friend."
Though Hans did not consider Schrödinger to be a friend on his end, he did not mind doing this for the younger creature. In truth it was more for Siobhan than it was for Schrödinger.
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1939
Walter had spent two hours being lectured by both Alfred and Arthur about his behavior.
The conversation between Walter and the two men had been minimal at best. Walter had tried to explain his reasons, but Arthur had countered Walter's arguments with comments on his age or his inexperience and said a great many things to suggest to Walter that Arthur believed that the action was a breach of their agreement. Arthur sent Walter to do various unpleasant and pointless jobs while he thought it over about whether or not Walter should remain working for him.
One of Walter's tasks included scrubbing the floors of the dungeons. What could be more pointless than cleaning a floor which no one ever walked on?
Walter's cleaning tasks led him to a large room which Walter was sure used to be part of the dungeons.
"Hello, boy." Walter knew that voice. It was the voice which had given him nightmares the previous night. Walter then spotted Alucard sitting in a large high-backed chair; it was the kind of chair that he had seen depicted in many children's books. Why Alucard had one Walter did not know. Beside him was a small table on it seemed to be a glass of wine and a book turned with its inside facing down, as if the vampire had just put it down. The vampire held its hands folded on its lap.
Walter looked around the dank room. He knew that this room was Alucard's. He pulled out his small mop and started to clean the floor. As he was doing this Walter started feeling something odd. He felt as though he had been there before. He dismissed this gut feeling as something the vampire was doing to him.
"I must thank you boy; most humans will not come into my room."
"I can't imagine why not." Walter retorted sarcastically.
"Now, boy there is no need to be-"
"I have a name!" Walter yelled dropping his mop. The vampire looked at him with some interest. "It's Walter Dornez."
"Well, Walter do you-"
"That is Mr. Dornez to you." Walter sneered to Alucard. Walter said standing as tall of he could with fearless pride.
"Tell me, Mr. Dornez, why do you not fear me, even after you saw what I did to that other Vampire?"
"Fear depletes your courage on the battle field."
"That may be true," The vampire said reaching over to grasp his wine glass. "But that was not what I asked you."
"Look, Monster Alucard, I did not need or want your help back at the house. I was doing fine on my own."
Alucard laughed. "These expressions, that humans use change so frequently, let me see how would one describe you. Oh yes, you just think that you are the cat's meow don't you Mr. Dornez?"(2)
Walter started to continue to map the dusty floor. "Once again, I will tell you Vampire, I was doing fine before you got there."
The vampire laughed again. "I was told that you are a butler in-training, but considering how amusing your ignorance is I would think that you're better suited as a Jester."
"I'm so glad that I could amuse you."
"This is no laughing matter Mr. Dornez; you just leaped into danger without knowing anything about the enemy. Such recklessness could have put the entire team in danger. I don't think that you realize what could have happened to you. You were fortunate that I arrived when I did."
"I told you, I was fine. I was wining wasn't I?
"Is that what you think? Mr. Dornez, Vampires are not like men, we enjoy the taunt of other life forms. The vampire from the other night He was just playing with you. He was enjoying your passionate fighting spirit. When the fighting was done he planned to have you changed, and then broken so that you could be his plaything. You saw how he fought with me. Tell me do you really believe that you were wining?" The vampire picked up his book "You are a fool if you do."
Walter was silent as he considered the vampire's words. Walter did not comprehend what the vampire meant by 'plaything', but he felt that it involved some more of the groping and licking which the vampire had done to him. He shivered at the thought.
Feeling that he could not get out of there soon enough, he picked up his mop and bucket and make his way to the door.
"I think that you missed a spot, Boy." the vampire pointed to a dry section of floor as his eyes continued to read his book.
Walter ignored his as he continued on his way to his next location, the interrogation room. Walter noticed very quickly that that room was not as dusty as the others seemed to be. It seemed to be in more use.
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1939
Four Weeks Later...
Arthur nodded as Alucard finished the last bit of his verbal report about the Current German political party in power.
The young man thought about what the vampire had just told him. The party seemed to have set up a hierarchy of human worth based on nationality, family origins and spiritual and person belief. Then there was this Aryan class, which seemed to be the elite group; they didn't seem particularity special to the blond aristocrat as they were only required to have blond hair, blue eyes and light skin. These physical qualities were ones that he shared, but he had never felt that they had made him any more special than anyone else. They certainly did not give him an edge over his best friend, Hugh Islands, who always did slightly better in school than he did.
His father had been red-haired and one could look at the things that he had done with admiration. He had formed this organization, though dead he was revered as one of the greatest scientists of his time. He had also tamed the fiercest vampire that the world had and probably would ever know.
These accomplishments and the many others had not come from his appearance. His blue eyes had not helped him to nearly irradiate all of the vampires in Britain. It was his strength; a strength that Arthur hoped dearly had been passed onto him, but had thus far not been given the opportunity to be tested.
Arthur nodded and made a note to keep a close eye on the developments in both Germany and Austria.
Arthur notice that the vampire was not leaving as he normally did at that time.
"Was there something else, Alucard?"
"Yes, Master, there is something that I wish to discuss with you."
"Is it important?" Arthur said looking at his watch.
"Yes, master it is. I have been meaning to discuss this with you for some time, but you have been busy. However I do not feel that this can wait any longer."
"Well, go on." Arthur prompted.
"This is something that I meant to discuss with your father, but he was always so busy in those final days before my imprisonment. Your father ordered me to an abandoned factory in Hanover, Germany in 1930 to investigate. He said that he and his team had chased a pack of were-wolves to the location, but before they could move in on the creature the Germany police force interfered and told them that they had no business there. On further examination I discovered both human and were-wolf blood along with a white button and a stand of blond hair."
Alucard looked over at Arthur to make sure that he was still interested and had not started to read his newspaper.
Alucard continued on, "During the investigation I was approached by a female werewolf, who told me that they had been chasing an Irish werewolf. She gave me a piece of paper who led to a house in a remote village in Ireland. The paper also contained a verse from the bible. The verse itself, I discovered was useless, what the werewolf had wanted was to pass on another message. The Irish priest, that is right," replied Alucard upon seeing the expression on Arthur's face. "It seems that this particular creature had maintained his priesthood even after he had been bitten. He had hidden this message in the bible. The message read: Mendel was right; the son does receive the blessings and the curses of the father."
Alucard checked again to see that his master was still paying attention.
"I did an investigation on what this could mean. All I found was a paper written by a monk about botany. Does this mean anything to you Master?"
Arthur shook his head. "I did not study any of the sciences. Who is this 'they' which you mentioned?"
"She was not specific on the matter, however she did say that she worked for a German aristocrat and mentioned some displeasure about the experimentation being conducted, usually done by a certain young doctor, often, she said were being conducted on children. "
"Did she say what types of experiments these were?"
"She said that the ultimate goal of these experiments was to generate more Werewolves."
"But that can be done through a bite?"
"This is what I do not yet understand, Master. I have been making attempts to find her, but I have been thus far unsuccessful." The vampire produced a rare sigh.
"I see." Arthur mumbled. "Why are you telling me this now?"
Alucard pulled out of his pocket a drawn swastika and place it on his desk. "I found this on a Nazis Party poster." Alucard then flipped over the sheet of paper revealing a similar symbol, though this one had its four edges curved almost forming a circle. "This one, master, I found drawn by the Priest on the scrap of paper."
Arthur flipped between the two. "They look almost the same." Arthur finally said.
"Indeed, they do. But they are different. I believe, however that there is a connection between them. I also believe master that this means that the experiments the woman spoke of are somehow connected to this rising political party of which I spoke of."
"But why would anyone want to generate more Werewolves? These creatures are dangerous and almost as strong as vampire are."
"If it were me," Alucard smiled, "I would have noticed that these qualities made the werewolf perfect for combat."
Arthur's eyes grew wide. "My God! They want to build the ultimate army. That is what all this unrest is about. That is why Germany is building its military up; there is going to be a war." Arthur sounded very solemn as he said the last part of his speech.
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END of Ch 20
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AN:
(1) - The National Socialist German Worker's party, was the official, non- abbreviated form name of the NAZI party
(2) - the cat's meow is slang which was used in this time period for something which is great or important. Today's equivalent might be 'the shit'.
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Preview of the next chapter: Fish
"Under my command, human, you do not say anything unless you are prepared to backup your boasting ...or threats."
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