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“I will not show you the same courtesy, rapist!” Stefan struck Ivan and viciously shattered the kitchen chair over Ivan’s back. Ivan was slammed to the kitchen floor where Stefan began delivering a multitude of savage kicks to his abdomen and chest. Klein had shown him how to conceal a blade within the fabric of his coat sleeve, a skill that helped him escape his bonds tonight. Stefan pulled Ivan up off the floor by his hair and turned him around so that he faced the stove. Stefan had remembered this man as a giant, but he now realized that he was a full head taller than Ivan. “You raped and killed my mother with your two comrades. I have already dispatched Yuri and Pietro, now it’s your turn.” Stefan spotted Ivan’s expression as it was reflected in the pot of boiling water. A look of recognition came over it. He knew right away that Ivan remembered. He shoved Ivan’s head into the boiling pot of water. Ivan struggled and gurgled, and despite the burns he was receiving to his hands, Stefan’s grip remained firm. Within moments Ivan stopped moving.

Stefan pulled his hands along with Ivan’s head out of the pot and then slammed his head onto the counter. It cracked open like an egg. Brain, blood and bone spilled onto the counter and rolled off onto the floor. Stefan dropped the body and lumbered outside as his hands trembled in pain. He fell to his knees and shoved his hands into the snow. Luckily the burns had not been as bad as he first thought, and the pain began to subside.

“What do you think, my Fuhrer, is he not as I described?” Elisa asked. Stefan rolled around to see who was talking directly behind him. He was completely surprised to find a man and a woman standing a mere five feet from him. She had long wavy black hair and was quite attractive. The man on the other hand, had eyes that seemed to pierce his very soul. Even more surprising was their dress. They were wearing Nazi uniforms not seen in public for a decade.

“Ten years, he is acceptable. His resolve is unquestionable. You have my permission to bring him into the Bloodline.” Gestapo turned and walked into the shadows and was gone.

“Who are you?” Stefan asked.

“My name is Elisa Von Lehrer, and I have a few questions to ask you.”

“Why should I answer any of your questions?”

“I have been watching you for a long time.” Elisa walked a bit closer to Stefan.

“What?” Stefan looked at her in disbelief.

“I knew Klein, before his patriotic sacrifice.” Stefan tried to remember if he had ever seen her around, and knew right away that he had not. Klein was extremely secretive and if was entirely possible she was telling the truth.

“Ask your questions.”

“Why did you kill that man inside?”

“He raped and killed my mother.” Stefan lay back in the snow with a strange look of satisfaction on his face. “She can finally rest.” Elisa knelt down next to Stefan.

“Did the other two men you assassinated have a hand in her death as well?” Stefan was surprised that she knew about Pietro and Yuri.

“Yes.”

“That explains everything.” Elisa looked at Stefan. “What do you intend to do now?” Stefan, despite being very suspicious answered anyway.

“I will try to sneak across the border into West Germany.”

“What if I can offer you more?”

“More?”

“America, the United States.”

“Sure, who do I have to kill?” Stefan said jokingly.

“Actually, I have to kill you.” Elisa lunged down onto Stefan and sunk her fangs into his neck. Stefan tried to struggle, but she was just too strong, un-naturally strong. He felt his strength dwindling and soon his world went black.

Stefan woke in a small room, and was instantly assailed by the unmistakable sounds of a train. His senses were alive and he was incredibly hungry. He sat up only to find Elisa sitting across from him.

“Welcome back,” She said with a smile.

“Where am I, and what is this hunger?” Stefan gripped him stomach in agony.

“We are somewhere in Switzerland, and our meal will be along shortly.” She looked at the door a moment before there was a knock at it.

“Tickets” a male voice called from the other side of the door. Elisa was at the door instantly. Stefan was amazed by her speed. She opened the door and pulled the conductor inside their private room. She slammed his head against the ceiling and rendered him unconscious.

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