Thread: The Vampiric Third Reich (Milenko x Shibby)

It had been a hard few days for Sergeant Harry Gillan, a British spy on his way to Berlin. He had been doing reconnaissance missions in France for over two years now and had suddenly been given a new assignment. Traveling through Nazi occupied Europe was not a easy job. With fake identification papers he was able to travel from Paris to Berlin with very few problems. The Nazis beleived him to be Doctor Herman Schultz an Austrian Doctor, with the abillity to speak fluent German and French along with a reasonable knowledge of medicine and first aid he was able to deceive the enemy. Harry sat confidently on his seat in the first class car of the train to Berlin. Clad smartly in a grey suit, white shirt with a blue tie and a pair of black patent leather shoes. On the left lapel of his jacket was Nazi pin badge, the badge was circular with a red boarder with the inside white with the swastika in the centre. This badge gave him the appearance of a Nazi supporter. Harry was tall man standing around 6'3 with a slim yet muscular build, he was aged 26. His brown hair was cut short and neat and his green eyes were framed by a pair of black circular glasses of which the lenses were just glass. With only a breif case and a doctors bag he was traveling light as he always did. He set the breifcase on the table infront of him before opening it. Inside was numerous papers mostly were fake medical records, though amongst them were real documents. One of which detailed his new mission, this document he obtained from a resistance member at the France Germany border. He opened the document to reveal a detailed breifing, as he read through the breifing his eyes glanced over to some acompaning photograghs. vampires?.. He muttered to himself in both shock and disbaleif. A vampire attack in London that was linked to the SS. The idea alone of a Vampire being anything more than fiction seemed more frieghtening than going to the heart of the Nazi empire, Berlin. The SS Paranormal and Occult Devision, where the culprits. They aparantly had Vampires in their ranks and sought to use them to help them win the War. The train began to slow down as it entered the train station, red banners that brandished swastikas draped both the interior and exterior of the station. Soldiers patrolled the platforms with dogs and every passanger was checked for identification as they entered and left the station. The train eventually came to a halt and was quickly set upon by soldiers. Gestapo officers at every window stareing in at the passangers. Panic swept the carriages as soldiers and dogs came aboard and searched the carriages. Harry remained as clam as he could whilst inside he paniced, his mind begining to imagine the possibillitys of what would come if they found him out. Stareing down the first class carriage he saw gestapo officers comeing his way. Breifly he made eye contact with the leading man but was quick to break it. THERE HE IS! SPY BASTARD! Shouted the leading man as they charged up the isle of the carriage, Harry's heart stoped for a moment as the soldiers rushed past him and tackled a passanger seated two rows behind him. As a struggle began the man was quickly carried kicking and screaming from his seat. Harry watched from the window as the man was thrown out from the train and onto the platform. A Gestapo officer forceing the man to his knees before pressing the barral of a luger pistal to the mans forehead. With a loud bang, the man was shot on sight. The soldiers were quick to leave the trian and all returned to normal. With the blow of a whistle the passangers were free to leave the train. Gathering his things he followed the other passangers of the trian, his eyes set upon the dead man as he stepped onto the platform. The thought that, that man could have been him made him shiver. But he quickly regained his composure as he made his way towards the exit of the station. With his identification papers ready he approached the the guards. Quickly they took his papers checked them before stamping them and giveing them back to him. With a respectfull nod to the soldier Harry walked out of the Station and onto the streets of Berlin. Nazi glorification was everywhere as was soldiers. This was nothing like France, Harry at least felt relevently safe in France but here at the centre of evil with the possibillity of running into a vampire he felt uneasy. 945pm... Muttered SS Officer Simon Kreiger as he looked to the clock, darkness had began fight away the day and it wouldnt be long untill the more 'nocturnal' members of The SS Paranormal and Occult Devision showed themselfs. The SS Paranormal and Occult Devision was founded by Kommendant Viktor Rommel, a vampire. Viktor had brought the undead to the ranks of the SS, they were Hitlers new secret weapon. Standing around 5'9 with a strong build was Simon Kreiger, a man of pure aryan blood aged 32. His eyes were as blue as the sky and his hair was golden blonde and shaved at the back and sides with the top cut short and greased back, though it was hidden beneath the cap of his black SS officer's uniform. Simon was a proud Nazi but dispised vampires. It sickened him to know his superior was a vampire, to him it was wrong. He felt as though his aryian purity was over looked inplace of imortality. Standing in the main lab of the offices of The SS Paranormal and Occult Devision, Simon watched on as scientists worked around the clock researching and experementing different theorys and ideas from around the world. Their main objective was to create perfect vampiric soldiers, an imortal army that would crush the enemies of the Reich. The the plans of Hitler differed with those of Kommendant Viktor Rommel who sought to cure his kind of their sensitivity to sunlight. An army of day walking immortals was his dream, with this he could sieze power of the Third Reich and lead his vampiric army to global domination. Meanwhile in the beneath the building was Kommendant Viktor Rommel's private quarters. This pitch black cypt of a basement was restricted to Vampires only. Inside was a private lab and research area designated souly to finding a cure for the weaknesses of vampirism. Also in here were specially made steel coffin like containment chambers. These chambers were used not only for vampire to sleep during the day but were also used to transport them during the day under guiss of a simple cargo. As darkness took over the sky Viktor's eyes opened instantly. His chamber opened with a hiss as it swung open. He could see everything in the darkness as if it was clear as day. Soon more of his kin awoke and began continueing their work in the private area. Viktor stood tall at 6'6 with a slim yet strong build. Viktor had lost count of the years since his birth, he had been turned at the age of 44 back in 1862. His curse had kept him from ageing. He was bald and his skin was deathly pale. His eyes were almost white, his dark brown pupils seemingly covered by fog.