Free My Immortal The Vampires of Berlin by Lee Rudnicki Page B

asshole,” Pig Face said. Then he spit on Sebastian’s body.
    Wolf angrily reached for his pistol, but Varik turned the rifle on him. “Go ahead, Major. Be a hero. Pretend this little bitch and your dead friend matters more to you than your life does right now. We will help you prove your point.”
    “Berlin is a dead man’s party,” Otto cackled in the background. “Do you want an invitation?”
    Wolf couldn’t take his eyes off of the rifle. His heart told him to fight but his brain told him that the battle was over before it started. His only hope for survival was to convince the SS that he wasn’t a threat and accompany them to the airfield. “Put the rifle down,” he said calmly. “No one else needs to die here tonight. There is still time for us to get out. Maybe we can get to Argentina or Brazil. I heard they are providing a refuge.”
    “South America sounds nice, I hear the beaches are to die for. But you’re not coming with us,” Varik retorted.
    “I’m a decorated officer. I can get you onto a plane.”
    “We don’t need your help, we have transport papers signed by Himmler himself. But let me give you a piece of advice—hide that Iron Cross that you have so proudly pinned to your uniform before the Russians ship you to Siberia in a fucking cage.”
    The SS men laughed hysterically. Wolf sighed and sat down on the floor. He covered his eyes from a repulsive scene that he was powerless to stop.
    Pig Face looked Eva over from head to toe and continued his sick advances. Forcing women to submit to him was a pleasure that the evil beast had enjoyed many times as the SS marauded its way across Eastern Europe.
    “Give us a show, Pig Face,” Otto said.
    Pig Face put his hand on her shoulder but Eva slapped it away. He laughed at her feeble attempt at resistance. Point of fact, Pig Face enjoyed the challenge—she could scream, she could cry, or she could remain quiet. In the end, it didn’t matter to him. He would have her, just as he had all of those who came before her. “How do you like it, Princess?” the swine asked, moving in for the kill. “Hard or soft? Actually, it doesn’t matter, because you’re going to get it all tonight.”
    Eva smiled, silently daring him to do something.
    “It’s a standoff,” Otto laughed.
    “She’s not afraid of you,” Varik said, keeping his rifle trained on Wolf. He didn’t have the stomach for assaulting women, but he had even less of an appetite for getting shot by his own men for trying to stop them.
    Pig Face pulled Eva close. “Hey bitch. Varik thinks you’re not afraid of me. Say something. Are you in there?”
    “
They are coming for me
,” she whispered. “
And you’re going to bleed tonight.
”
    “Whoa. Tough as nails!” Otto exclaimed. “The Piglet finally met his match.”
    That snide comment put Pig Face into a rage. He pulled her hair, harder. “Stop staring at me you fucking whore or you’ll get the same medicine that your boyfriend did—a bullet in the brain!”
    Eva’s hand moved incredibly fast, like a cobra strike. Pig Face didn’t even have time to blink before five bloody lines appeared across his cheek.
    Eva smiled and licked his blood from her fingers.
    Pig Face went ballistic. “You bitch! You cut my face!” he screamed. He pushed her against the mirror with a bayonet at her throat. “Look at your pretty face for the last time, whore! When I’m done with you, the—”
    Pig Face stopped talking the moment he realized that the girl’s image wasn’t reflected in the mirror. He held her in his hands, but in the mirror, it looked like he was holding air
. What kind of fuckery is this?
    Eva’s eyes narrowed and a crack appeared in the mirror. The men curiously watched it spider-web through the glass. A split second later, the mirror exploded, sending shards of glass flying throughout the room.
    Pig Face instinctively grabbed his face and screamed in agony. He was blind.

24

Love and Rockets

    Boris heard the