A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds, it is property of the magnificent Quentin Tarantino. Thankyou so much for the reviews! Lol this chapter goes out to all of you.

Schnapps

I opened my eyes, my vision coming back slowly. The light up above pierced. Burned. Then I noticed something.

Did I have one of my eyes closed? I could only see out of one. I blinked, looking around wildly.

Something was definantly wrong.

"You are awake. How do you feel?"

The blood in my body ran could as the voice of The Angel brought back reality. Where I was. What had just happened.

"What's wrong with my eye?" I breathed, panic rising in my chest.

"You cannot see?"

I shook my head.

"Well, I was sure it had worked. You are my first successful eye color change."

"...You changed my eye color?"

"Yes child. Aside from the...side effect...it seems everything has gone well."

I stared in horror. I was blind in one eye! I had one different colored eye.

"However, being blind is a small sacrifice to make the rest of the race pure. We will soon get to the other. I have a few others things to do first."

"Things l-like what?" I stuttered.

"I have quite a few for you, but those are a secret."

"Please...have mercy...just kill me now. No one would know."

He chuckled lightly.

"I have no intent on you dying on me child. No, I want you good and healthy. And that is what I will be doing."

I tiled my head back, feeling something seep down my legs. I looked down, realizing for the first time what was going on with the bottom half of my body.

My legs were up in stirrups, my clothes gone and replaced with a thin gown. There was a tingling in my legs. The kind that happened after you've just recovered feeling after a part of your body falls asleep.

Something wet rolled down my legs, towards my stomach. As I looked over at The Angel he was pulling on a pair of gloves, and grabbing a heavy metal tool that looked nothing other than deadly.

"What are you doing?" my eyes widened. Or eye really now.

"Relax."

He pulled back the gown and put a hand on one of my inner thighs before stretching to grab one of the metal tools.

I closed my eyes, already knowing what was about to happen. He inserted inside of me, the cold metal scraping against my cervix before fiddling around and pumping it, dilating me.

I wanted to ask what he was doing. I wanted to. But for some reason, asking and hearing his response seemed like it would be even worse than the actual deed.

"Why aren't you sedating me?" I asked weakly.

"I keep all of my patients awake. Wouldn't you like to stay awake to see what I will do?"

As I watched him I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of pity. A man who these things obviously couldn't be sane. The way I saw it, the only thing worse than being out of your mind was not knowing it. As I observed I could tell. By the way he spoke. Softly, caringly. His eyes met mine with reassurance. He thought he was helping me. Never once had I heard him spewing racial slurs. Bullshit about my black heritage. My Jewish father. He was doing these awful things because he thought they were politically correct.

So who was to blame? Not Der Fucker. Not the Nazi Party. So who?

He pulled out a vial, filled with a white-ish, creamy fluid. I looked at it with suspiscion. Having had much experience in the matter it was easy to say it looked like...

Sperm.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Inter-species fertilization. This is the sperm from an ape. Now, I will inject this directly into your body, where it will meet with one of your eggs. If I am correct you are at the peak of ovulatoin right now am I right?"

I thought about it. I had been increasingly horny the past week, my feet were beginning to swell, and I was due to have my period next week. How had he known?

"Yes you're right."

"If we succeed, you will be the first patient of mine to carry a non-human fetus inside of you. Think of how famous you will be! You will be the Holy Grail of the science world."

I was disgusted. More than disgusted. Impregnating my with ape sperm? That was the grossest thing I had ever heard in my life. It sickened me to my stomach, made me want to dry heave.

But I didn't. I couldn't.

There was really nothing I could do. I couldn't even fight for myself. I may not have been sedated, but I sure as hell knew that I was drugged. My mouth felt like mush. My legs were heavy. My heartbeat, which should have been pounding, was at a slow but stady pace.

I had given up on hope. The hope that Donny would come rescue me. Be my Lancelot. It wasn't going to happen.

I felt him insert something inside of me. This was nothing more than a fancy act of beastiality. It was defiant against nature, it the thing that made me feel good about it, was the fact that wether it be by my hand or not, he was going to get what he deserved. Going against God in such a way, and he was going to pay for it.

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"I don't know!"

I looked at the fucker once again before bashing the shit out of his head. After subjecting the front desk guy from the motel to a long an painful death, after which he finally talked, we managed to scour some more information out of these German fuckers. As of now I was beating some asswipe named Klaus. He knew something, but he seemed to damn proud of his country to admit ito anything that mght help us fnd Ann.

I had lost it. The guys knew it. I was usually pretty happy when I was beating people. I made baseball jokes. I laughed, sometimes had funny little conversations with the trash.

But not now.

It seemed like it was my fault. I dunno, maybe for taking her for granted or something. I did love her, I really did, but it felt like anytme I said it something bad happened. The frist girl I said it to broke up with me. My closest cousin, shot dead. My uncle, heart attack. Love was like a cursse in my life. Once I said the words, I was going to lose that person.

I couldn't lose her.

"You got a wife Klaus?" Aldo asked, hands on his hips walking behind me.

"Y-yes." he stuttered.

"You got kids?"

"Y-y-yes."

"You want them to go down wth you?"

"Please God no! I beg you!"

"Then why don't you tell Donny here where his girl is and we'll spare them."

"Fine, fine."

I tightened my fingers around the bat, waiting.

"And don't even think about lying to him."

"She's in an abandoned medical facility up in Orleans."

"What the hell are they doing to her?" I asked, not table to stop myself.

He looked back and forth between us before drawing his eyes to the bat.

"Research."

"What kind of research?" I gritted my teeth.

"Dr. Mengele has worked on several projects. Changing of eye color. Fertility worj. All sorts of things."

"Mengele?" Utivich spoke up.

"Mangle, who the fuck is that?" Aldo asked.

"He's a doctor. Does all kinds of experiments on people. Frigthening ones. Pretty much torture." Utivich replied, looking down at the ground.

"He's trying to better our research." Klaus glared.

"He killed my parents." Utivich snapped.

I looked back and forth between them.

"Wait so...they're doing all this shit to her?"

"Probably." Klaus breathed.

I stared at him. He didn't even look upset about it. I looked over at Aldo who nodded before walking towards the door.

I grabbed the bat before swinging, feeling my bones rattle as it hit his skull. Once I got my hands on the fuckers that took her, I was going to do something to them that will make them regret ever having been born.