1994

Whitney's eyelids slowly fluttered open. At first she thought she found find herself in her bed. Philip sleeping beside her and everything was just a horrible nightmare. Instead she heard faint whispering, then as her vision cleared she found herself staring up at the her ceiling in her apartment.

That's when she felt someone begin tugging her by the ankle. Whitney blinked again, her head aching and barley able to focus. Her body slid through the thick blood and traveled up her shirt and through her hair. She tried to see who was moving her but her head kept making things black out. Tilting her head to the side she saw Lucy, her color as white as snow. The back of her head bashed in.

Whitney cried out, her voice horsed and worn.

"Lucy!"

Whitney then looked forward and saw who was dragging her across the apartment, leaving a horrible trail of blood behind her.

It was him.

She blacked out again.

At that exact moment Utivich and his son pulled up in front of Whitney's apartment building.

"How long until dawn?"

"An hour tops."

Utivich nodded.

"I feel the police will be here soon. I'm going up. Call them in the lobby, tell them there's an emergency…"

"But pop…"

Utivich grabbed his cane before looking over at him.

"Jeffery, I know you don't believe what's going on. But you have to understand, that woman's life is in danger. We did horrible things, stuff I was too ashamed to even tell your mother. I need to fix this."

Jeffery simply stared at his father before Utivich got out. Walking quickly, he saw the doorman.

"Excuse me, which floor does Whitney Castor live on?"

The doorman looked Utivich up and down.

"And you are?"

"I'm Whitney's father. I just heard what happened to her fiancé' and I drove down to see her."

"Oh, pleased to meet you sir. I didn't know Whitney had any family…"

The doorman shook Utivich's hand.

"Excuse me sir, I don't mean to be rude but which floor is she on?"

"Oh of course, she's on the third floor, apartment 88. She just went in about ten minutes ago, she seemed upset."

Before the doorman could say another word, Utivich hurried inside. Going to the elevator he waited nervously before it hit the third floor. Hating himself for getting so old, he hobbled down the hallway and remembered once when he was in his twenties. His legs strong, and his heart and fast running engine inside his chest. Reaching the apartment he froze.

There was a trail of blood leading out of it, the door slightly open. Utivich froze, staring at the door before taking a deep breath.

This was it.

Pushing the door slightly open with his cane, he looked inside, squinting since the lights were out.

He saw a dead woman laying in the middle of the floor. It wasn't Whitney. Closing his eyes, he turned and followed the trail of blood, hoping to God he wasn't too late.

1944

Donny was never the same.

As time worn on Donny became more distant. The first few months following Regan's so called 'death' he had been extremely violent. More than once he had to be dragged away while beating a German to death. Aldo tried talking to him, but he wouldn't hear it. There was nothing left.

The men knew better than to bring it up.

Soon Donny became sort of his old self. He was distant, violent, and rarely talked. It seemed the more men he killed, the more extreme he would become. Aldo once commented to Wicki that maybe this worked out for the better. Donny was the best man Aldo had. The Germans were terrified now of The Bear Jew, and the it was almost as if he became a fearful nighttime story that German mothers would tell their young children before bed.

"You best say your prayers and be good…if not The Bear Jew will come and get you. He'll beat you to death with his club and then scalp off your head."

Donny would often have horrible nightmares, ones of Regan holding an infant covered in blood. Snow would drift around her and she would simply stare at him, crystal tears falling down her face.

Donny refused to speak of what happened and simply went on killing Nazis, his will to live was simply gone. The men all knew it…Donny had lost his mind.

Wicki died in 1944.

He never knew what had become of Regan, just simply hoped she had made it. He never truly spoke to Donny again, and both rarely even took notice of each other. He would play along, laughing whenever Donny killed a Nazis with his bat, but deep down inside of his heart he knew he was watching a psychopath.

He died in a basement pub in France along with Hicox and Stiglitz. The German actress had seen it all, she was the survivor from the bloody massacre. Wicki was shot seven times, his body never recovered and simply was thrown into a fire pit by the Germans.

Wherever he was, Utivich prayed that he was now with his family. That God granted him this for trying to help Regan and her baby.

Donny died the following night in the theater. He was on a suicide mission to end of war.

As Donny and Omar burst into the opera box with their machine guns, fire blazing all around them. Donny for a brief second froze, right before the bombs went off. The echo of screams and bullets filling the air.

A single tear rolled down his half crazed face. He somehow knew something was wrong…

Regan was alive…so wasn't his baby.

He didn't know for certain if this was true, but something deep in his heart told him. He stood there, firing away before knowing that most likely he would be going to hell. That's when he swore to the devil he would sell his soul just to find Regan and his baby again.

He knew they were alive…somehow…

He had a daughter…a beautiful daughter. Somehow, he knew if he made this deal he would find her somehow. He could make things right, and get another chance…

Closing his eyes, the bombs went off.

By morning there was nothing left of the theater or of Donny.

The war had ended.

Regan herself had been taken in with her young daughter. Even though she died a few years shortly afterwards, she was always terrified something would happen to her.

Wicki, that was her daughter's name.

Present

Utivich followed the blood trail up to the roof stairs. Climbing them, his heart pounded in his chest. He had been following these suicides and mysterious murders for years. All women who looked like, all women that looked like her…

He had finally, after a good amount of money, and hard work found who most likely would be Donny and Regan's daughter. Her name was Wicki and she had died of an overdose in her thirties. He then found her daughter who had been placed in foster care.

The second he saw her articles about the Bastards he got a horrible feeling.

He had waited, hoping nothing would happen.

Whitney was Donny's granddaughter.

Pushing open the roof door, a strong wind blew in the air. He couldn't believe it wasn't dawn yet. The sky was still a horrible ugly black. Two large spotlights behind him shinned long beams of light into the sleeping city.

Clutching onto his cane, he caught his breath before stopping.

Donny was there, dressed in his leather jacket and looking exactly as he did fifty years ago. He was kneeling on the roof, near the edge and looking at Whitney who laid on the cement floor. Blood was all over Whitney and for a brief second Utivich thought she was dead.

Donny stared down at her, gently touching her face.

The wind blew harder.

Utivich shook his head.

He slowly began walking over.

"Donny!"

He yelled.

Donny looked up, confused for a second.

"Utivich?"

Utivich nodded before stopping a few feet away, he stared down at Whitney and saw she was breathing.

"Yeah it's me…got pretty old huh?"

Donny stared at him before looking back down at Whitney, that strong overwhelming look of love in his eyes. Utivich found this funny; he wasn't nearly as surprised to see a man who had blown himself up fifty years ago.

Donny gently brushed some of Whitney's red hair out of her face.

"It's her Utivich…I've been searching for so long…"

Utivich paused.

"Tried to get to Regan…but she was dying. You appeared at her bedside and she was coughing up blood and dying of the fever. She looked at you and by then these blacksmith friends of hers had taken your daughter…I'm sure she stared at you and said she would rather die than to have you touch her again."

Donny looked up at her as Utivich shook his head.

"Appeared to your own daughter, fully grown. Bet you never expected Regan to name her Wicki…but then again that's the man she should have been with. He was a gentlemen and would of never lied or hurt her…"

Donny began to breath heavy, his eyes narrowing as Utivich went on.

"You came to her and found her in that little apartment of hers, drugged out and half alive. You terrified her and that very same night she overdosed. You began searching for somebody, anybody that would look like her. You killed a lot of people trying to do so and every time they rather kill themselves then have you touched them…"

"Enough…"

"No Donny, that's not enough. You did something good that night back in forty-four. You saved a lot of people's life's ending that war. You shouldn't of comeback…"

"I needed her…"

Utivich shook his head, police sirens sounding below.

"No…you should of just let her go. If you truly loved her, or loved your child…you should have just believed they were dead."

Donny then reached down, lifting Whitney up as Utivich watched. Her head went back limp, her body looking lifeless as blood dripped off her. He clutched her close.

"I can fix things…"

"She's your granddaughter…"

"No, she's Regan…can't you see?"

Donny looked down at Whitney before her eyes fluttered open. Taking a second to focus they widened and she began to scream. Donny simply held onto her, smiling. Utivich shook his head.

"For God's sakes Donny please!"

Whitney began to struggle before Donny stared at her, the sounds of the sires below even louder. Utivich looked at them, his faded blue eyes helpless.

"You can stop all this! Please Donny!"

Whitney struggled, trying to get to her feet. Clawing at him, she nearly escaped his grip. Donny dropped her for a second before grabbing her around her waist."

"Damnit Donny!"

Utivich screamed, raising his cane and trying to crack it over Donny's ribs. Instead Donny lashed out, pushing the small old man down. He fell to the cement hard, his lips bleeding. Looking up, she watched as Donny held Whitney around her waist, his hands laced together. The spotlights kept flashing before them. Whitney screamed as Donny's grip became so strong the sound of her ribs breaking could be heard over the loud blowing wind. He turned her, making her face the edge. She stared down, seeing tiny little dots with flashing lights that were police cruisers.

There were crowds below gathering.

There wasn't much time.

Blood gurgled up from her throat as his strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her up as if she was a ragdoll. Her head tilted back, she snapped her eyes shut and cried out as his tongue slowly licked her cheek. Blood dribbling down her chin, she looked down at the sparking city below and felt her stomach drop. The spot lights on the roof behind them kept flashing past her terrified face.

"You and I belong together Regan…"

He whispered in her ear.

Whitney snapped her eyes shut, tears rolling down her face as she cried.

Just then a voice called.

"Donny!"

Donny's grip froze. Turning, with Whitney still in his arms they saw him.

A man in what looked to be a gray German uniform. An officer's uniform. His hair was short, his face oddly handsome and worn. He stood there beside Utivich who still laid down beside his cane.

Whitney knew who this was.

Wicki.

The man who had save her grandmother and mother's life.

He stared at Donny, the spotlights still flashing through the night.

Donny stared.

"Wicki…"

Wicki shook his head.

"This stops tonight."

"Keep away from her, she's mine!"

Donny screamed, he yanked back Whitney's hair, pulling her head against his neck as he smiled. Wicki simply stared. For a brief second Whitney thought she saw faded bloody bullet holes torn through his uniform.

"She no ones, now let her go."

Donny stared at Wicki as Whitney shut her eyes. Praying she would just wake up, that there was no way this would happen. That it wasn't real.

Whitney opened her eyes for a second and stared at Wicki.

Comfort rushed over her as they locked eyes.

That's when Whitney leaned down, sinking her teeth into Donny's hand. Blood bubbled up from her mouth as she did so, the blood tasting cold and sour. Donny yelled before dropping her hard to the ground. Whitney scrambled out of the way before Donny yelled down to her.

"REGAN!"

Whitney turned and saw Donny starting down at her, his eyes lost and for the first time…human.

He stared at her.

"I'm sorry…"

He said. Whitney stared up at him when Wicki charged with all his night at him.

"NO!"

Whitney watched as Wicki charged himself right against Donny. For a brief second, both men were together, Wicki's hands pushing against Donny's large shoulders. Donny looked at her before both men went tumbling off the ledge.

Whitney screamed, but then there was silence.

Just before dawn, Whitney sat there shaking. Utivich reached over, gathering her in his arms. She cried against him.

Later that day

The news and headlines said that two unidentified males had jumped from Whitney's apartment building.

Strange this was…

There was only one body that hit the ground.

Plenty of witnesses saw two men jumped, bit just as if he disappeared out of thin air…only one was found.

The morgue tried to use dental, and fingerprints but nothing turned up. The man seemed to be in his late thirties, early forties. They tried tracking down exactly who this was but came up with dead ends.

Not knowing that this same exact man ended World War II.

After further investigation it looked as though the man fit the description of the one who Whitney described.

After a week or so the case was closed. It seemed as though this was the man involved with the two murders. There was little news coverage, and then that was it.

Whitney made a statement, one that Utivich and her had agreed on. She told them about the man kidnapping her, killing Lucy, and then how the other man had saved her. The police were puzzled but they thought she was just suffering from shock. They questioned Utivich, who claimed to be just a friend. The police didn't see the connection, but asked him about there being another man.

Utivich said no.

The man who had kidnapped Whitney jumped himself once he knew it was all over. He had never seen this man before and had driven to the city with his son since Whitney had called her from her friend's apartment, telling him she was worried.

Utivich lied saying when he came to the apartment he found Lucy's body, and the trail of blood leading to the roof. He told them he followed it and by then the man who had Whitney had jumped.

Whitney backed up this story finally and told the police that Lucy had gone to her apartment to get some of her things. When she was a few hours late Whitney became worried and went over before calling the police. She claimed she thought Lucy might have fallen asleep, and she went over. In-between then the man who had killed Philip and had been following her had gone back to the apartment. By then he killed Lucy and then knocked Whitney out when she got there.

The police asked Whitney why she thought this man had followed her and Whitney shook her head, saying she had no idea.

The medical examiner couldn't understand why this man were dressed in clothes dressed back dated to the 1930's and 40's.

Philip and Lucy's funeral came and went, and the man who had jumped was placed in a unmarked grave in the city.

Whitney burned all her articles, work, and photographs of The Bastards, she moved out of her apartment at the end of the month. She left her job at the university as well.

She came off with a few broken ribs, and bruises…that was all.

Before leaving the city, she found the unmarked grave the police had buried Donny. Kneeling there, she looked down at the small stone marker.

10532

Sighing, she laid down some flowers before praying that God had spared Donny's soul. That wherever he was, he found peace. Looking down, she stood up and then thought of Wicki, and how handsome he looked on the rooftop that fateful morning. Thinking of him she sighed. She wished her grandmother had talked him into escaping with her. Shaking her head she stood..

Turning, she left and never looked back.

One week later.

Sleepwalk began dully playing on the car radio. Her eyelids fluttering open, she took a second before remembering where she was.

In the back of Utivich's old fashion Plymouth. Lifting her head she saw Jeffery and Utivich in the front seat.

They were crossing the Arizona state line.

Utivich and his son had a small ranch house that they used for the summers. They promised she could come with them. Looking at Jeffery in the rearview mirror, she smiled.

He was so handsome, so kind…so much like his father.

Utivich sat beside him, a hat and sunglasses on.

Sighing, she laid back watching the beautiful desert unfold in front of her.

This was her second chance…

Smiling, she sat back as the car continued to keep driving. The back highways unfolding in front of them.

"You and I belong together…"

A voice whispered in her ear. Freezing, she opened her eyes wide and looked quickly beside her.

Nothing…

She looked up in the front seat where Jeffery and Utivich were, the radio still softly playing. The wind blowing in her face, she looked around again and saw there was nobody else.

Looking, she settled back into her seat…having the feeling she was being watched.

The End.

Please review and tell me what you think! I'll be posting my next story which will be a love triangle between Donny, Wicki, and a girl from their pasts. Thanks again!