Thread: The Vampiric Third Reich (Milenko x Shibby)

Eliza-Jane Bradley had found out the hard way how horrible The SS Paranormal and Occult Division could be. She was of British origin and had been sent in by the SAS as a spy. Females had been used spy's because it was believed that women were always in the background. They were never the center of attention or had all the power. Their role was submissive. However, she had been discovered. Instead of just killing her, she was subject to a far worse fate. She was one of the lab rats in this facility. She was surprised she wasn't dead yet, but she knew her time was near. No one would be sent to save her they wouldn't waste a good soldier on her, even if she had revealed probably one of the most closely guarded secrets in Germany. She sat in her dark and dank cell, dressed in nothing but a tattered shirt and trousers, as did all the other prisoners. Her once full figure had withered away. She had been starved many times. Her skin was pale, she had not seen the sun in weeks and everyday they were terrorized by the SS soldiers, human or not. Her brown hair had lost its past lustre and shine. Now it just looked dead. She looked up as one of the officers past the cell. He would look at her with superiority and spat on the ground before he continued to walk. This was her life, she was reduced to being lower than the spit on the ground. She had already accepted death. Perhaps today would be the day she would move onto the next life at the ripe age of 29. However, she was not without determination. If the chance to escape presented itself, she would eagerly take it. A few floors above her stood women in a much better position than Eliza. Her name was Elise Rousseau. She had just awoken from her daily slumber. She stood and walked to her cupboard and changed into her designated SS uniform. She was of French origin and had been captured when France had been taken over. She was brought he for much the same purpose as Eliza, however, she was given a second chance. They had offered her immortality over death. She chose to live forever, but live as a traitor to her nation. She was turned at the age of 32. She wore the SS armband and the SS pin, but wished she could watch them both burn. She was a broken woman. She never looked happy, never smiled, never joked, and never laughed. She carried out her duties to perfection. Her uniform was always neatly pressed, her brown hair always in a bun underneath her cap, her green eyes almost always downcast, unless addressing someone directly. She was a little taller than average height, standing at 5'8, with a hourglass figure. In a past life she would have been in brightly coloured clothes, and dancing, having the time of her life. Today she lived a solitary life. She often wondered why she had chosen immortality over death. Her family had been killed by the Germans her friends had fled the city long before the Germans took over. She had nothing left to live for. She would be punished for turning traitor for the rest of eternity. In her eyes she deserved no happiness. When charged with the torture of captives, she did so without sadness or enthusiasm as some showed. She wondered how some of the men and women here could revel in the pain of others. Though she never showed it, she found her superior Annabelle Lisert, vulgar in the way she found watching people die, almost...erotic. Annabelle was the highest ranking female official in the facility. She was second only to their Kommendant, Victor Romenal. The two could always be found close to each other. She was sadistic and cruel, yet seductive and desirable at the same time. It seemed being a vampire almost suited her. She had the typical mentality vampires were known for, bloodthirsty and power hungry. She had been turned in 1916 at the age of 30, but what was age when you were immortal? She was loyal to Victor. Given the chance, she would easily take a bullet for him...not that it would kill her. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a bun as regulation, but some loose bangs hung around her face. She used the uniform to her advantage, accentuating her desirable figure. Just like Victor and Elise, she too was rising from her slumber. She followed the same routine as Elise, but perhaps with a bit more enthusiasm then her. It was just the beginning of the day...well night and she had more people to boss around and to experiment on. She grinned to herself, Her fangs just showing through. She had a feeling, today was going to be a good day...a good day for her meant one filled with blood and death.