NAME Dieter Weiss
BLOODLINE The Blood Line of Lilith
The cold arctic wind blew across "the city of the dead" as my unit and I referred to it as.
So much carnage and death. So this is what the Fuhrer has in store for Germany and the rest of world? The human is surely the most savage of beasts in
the jungle. Thank goodness the frigid arctic chill subdued the stench of decomposition. Now you may be thinking that I am an innocent caught up in the
fray of WWII? You are right to a certain degree, however, I have gallons and gallons of blood on my hands. I killed with the the best of them in
Himmler's SS. We laid waste to Poland and now Russia. I never agreed with the killings personally, but I went along with them, because I thought it
was my duty as a soldier.
We rounded up men, women, children, the elderly, the in firmed . . . . Some of my comrades got a sadistic glee in their eyes when performing the acts
to unarmed civilians. I, however, had deep remorse, but I was a soldier in Hitler's 3rd Reich and it was my duty to my country. I being the head of
officer of my unit I just followed and handed down orders to my subordinates. We ransacked residences, plundered, raped, murdered, destroyed property,
and other atrocities. I thought we were clearing the city for the upcoming Wermacht units behind us. War is truly hell! Now we await the onslaught of
the Red Army and our demise is only a matter of time. We have been able to fortify ourselves in a run-down building but how long our defenses will
hold up; only God knows? Day in and day out artillery has been pummeling near and around our position. I hear the shrieks of death in the night.
However, these ones sound different from what I have heard thus far in the war. They are blood curdling and make the little hairs on your back stand
up. These screams are only heard in the night hours and then during the day the usual sounds of death and destruction commence. I sent my men out of
the fortification to investigate when I deemed the coast was clear during the early morning twilight and what they have told me is quite horrific in
description. Decease soldiers from both sides Soviet and German have been found dismembered and drained of bodily fluids. One corporal commented that
the men looked petrified.
So needless to say, my men and I, are quite frightened when night falls. Not so much the imminent Soviet advance and retaking of the city, but those
ungodly screams and the cause of them. I understand that my men are the most vile creatures imaginable but whatever is killing German and Soviet
soldiers is far worse and an evil as old as time itself. Maybe this phantom in the night is our reckoning? Communications have been cut for some time
now with command. We have been virtually cut off and ammo is running low. We stand guard in torn and tattered clothes and with meager rations.
Its so cold.
Night has come, and with night, fear consumes my men.
Stay vigilant and on guard. Lay waste to any Bolshevik savage that tries to overtake our position!
I scanned the horizon which was dark and silent; a dead silent. As I was removing the binoculars from my eyes I heard a loud thunderous noise and
immediately I was thrown from my feet and another soldier alongside me was twisted and mutilated and screaming in agony. I looked over at my soldier
and knew he was going to be dead soon. Immediately, I thought the Reds would be storming the perimeter any time after the artillery strike. The hum in
my ears from the explosion subsided and now I heard the sound of gunfire and that blood curdling scream. I thought maybe it was the war cry of the
Reds upon us, but in an instant, the shrieks and gunfire stopped, and as I lay, back against the wall in the throes of death with shrapnel in my side;
a severed headed was thrown in my lap from the darkness before me. The head was that of my soldier Private Gruber. Immediately, I tossed the head off
my lap and shrieked, then in an instant, a figure appeared and was kneeling before me. The figure was very pale and had pointed ears with demonic
looking eyes. It was a man at least from what I observed.
I said to it in German, So you have been the phantom in the night devouring soldiers?
It remained silent and continued to stare
upon me. Are you the Devil and come to claim my soul?
Still silence . . . I slowly un-holstered my Walther P38 and aimed. Then
it spoke in Russian, Silly man, that toy won't work on me, but if inclined; by all means shoot.
I knew Russian thanks to my
studies at the University of Munich before the war.
So I commenced firing but to no avail. Clearly, this man was not human? I responded in Russian, Well I am all out of options do with me
what you did to my men, and have at it.
Then it said, Oh no, I am not going to kill you but give you a gift; a gift unlike any a
mortal man can attain.
I responded with anger, What gift is that you speak of but death and the end of my suffering and
It said, Immortality.
I responded, Do with my what you will. However, before you begin what
ever it is you have in store, why me, and only gruesome deaths for my brave soldiers?
It said, Like you and Germany, my kind
has been in bitter warfare as well, but for thousands of years with a brutal an unforgiving enemy and what I value in you is your perseverance,
ruthlessness when needed, and your will to do what others can not.
It continued . . . You have led your men quite well amidst
insurmountable odds and under a heavy assault by the Russian army on the horizon.
I asked the creature what it's name is and it responded,
You will learn in due time who I am and what I am. So will you join me and my kind? I will only ask once. So what will it be?
immediately gazed down at the mangle soldier beside me and thought about spending the rest of the war or longer in a Soviet Gulag if I am still alive
when the Red Army descends upon my position. Then I thought what will become of my wife and children back in Germany when the Red Army descends on
Berlin; will they receive brutal reprisal for my acts against the Russian people? Then I thought, I am more useful to them alive in any state than
dead. Yes, give me immortality as you have offered.
Then it said, Before I begin, a few rules; you may only travel
under the cover of darkness, you must rest during the day because sunlight will kill you, and you must feed on the blood of the living to sustain
life. As soon as I complete my task, you will awaken tomorrow night and have a new outlook on the world. Let the gift grow on you and over time you
will learn our ways.
In an instant the creature opened its mouth and fangs appeared and it lurched upon me like a ravenous beast along my neck
and moments later I blacked out.
The following evening I awoke from my unconsciousness to darkness. Apparently, the creature buried me beneath the ground because dirt got in my eyes
and mouth. I panicked for a moment and then claws protruded from my hands and ravenously dug myself from my mortal grave. As I gazed into the
darkness, I could see in the darkness as though it was day. Plus, I could hear the sounds of Russian music from the the encampment miles away which
would be virtually impossible for a human. In addition, I could also smell the stench of vodka from their breath. This to was impossible because there
was no one around for miles. So my new life as an immortal began and all I knew was that I had to make it back to Berlin to protect my family. I was
able to make it to Germany while traveling alongside the marauding Soviet hordes feeding upon them as I needed and finding safe haven during the day.
My family survived the war under my watchful eye but they never knew of my fate during the war. I was never in contact with them personally, but I
watched my wife remarry and my children grow to start lives of their own. I carried on by feeding on the living and hopefully meeting more like me and
once again meeting my maker. However, my ruthlessness only grew as I became an immortal and life meant even less to me than when I was human.
Appearance and Characteristics: Cold steely blue eyes, tall in stature, close cropped black hair, muscular build, a death's head tattoo on forearm,
impeccable taste in suits, well spoken in English, German, and Russian, speaks English with distinct German accent, cold and calculating, somewhat
ruthless when carrying out orders and enforcing vampiric policy, supreme distrust of both vampires and lycans and their agendas, and slow to take
sides or stances on anything, but when sides are taken, unfettered loyalty is the result.
Well, here's the bio for my character let me know what you guys think and how I can tie him into the story thus far. Sorry I'm a little late but I
just saw the thread the other day. I have already ran everything by Myth up to this point.
[edit on 31-8-2009 by Jakes51]