5.) The Queen and Her Son part 2

I made my way downstairs; the only real access to my basement was through the kitchen. The kitchen had hardwood floors, but I had tile placed on top, The tile was lavender and decorated with roses painted on them. These were handmade, but they were something exquisite. I had a new stove installed. Unfortunately, I had to use a gas stove. I had hoped he knew how to use it, as I knew how to cook with gas, but he had grown up with a stove that had no gas, just a wood-burning one. There were mostly wood-burning and coal-burning stoves in America, especially in deprived areas. I had a sink with plenty of running water. I also made sure that the piping that I used came from the nearby city. I just needed to make it so that this place was never going to be found.

I had to get rather large ice bricks to keep the food cold, and I only bought a week's worth. The ice I had would only last three days if he ate sparingly, though this summer was hot this year. I had no time to get a refrigerator, and even if it did, it would be small. This is something that will have to wait, though. I had two medium-sized lavender cabinets with a Breezewood design on top of the porcelain sink and two underneath. I had bought plates and cups; I did not have a large kitchen. There were three entrances in my kitchen one to the basement, a back door, and the entrance from the living room. The living room in the basement door was close to each other, but it left enough space for me to put the icebox in between. Sometimes I find myself wondering how I would live in this era.

As a vampire, I only fed on humans. So there is no need for a kitchen; there is only a need for me to feed and an area with privacy. When I fed, I would often do it from The front of the individual or behind them. I never had to worry about getting the blood everywhere; usually, I would take my time-draining them dry though this was before Michael and Gabriel. When I was with them, I barely ate. I ate at least once a week. I sometimes found myself feeding on The locals at the bar. I would just seduce them with my charm, and then when we got alone, I would try to get as much blood as I could without killing them.

I was at the door of my basement. All of my doors In the house were the same; they were all colonial, a design style that I picked for the inside. They were all you guessed it painted lavender in color. I spent about three hours painting; I picked up some useful tips from Michael. All of my doorknobs in the house had glass handles. The one on the front door had a glass handle, but it also had a deadbolt it was ugly but effective.

I also used skeleton keys and regular keys for the front door and the basement door. The basement was finished with concrete I possessed many weapons such as Angelic and demonic weapons. I also had some torture devices. My basement was enormous; it was half as large as the house. I also had a comfy chair to watch the people suffer. As a vampire, it was easy to persuade and to get the information from anybody, so I always got what I needed. I would torture individuals honestly because I could. Especially people who loved to look down on other people. It was fun to watch their egos melt, and them squirming thinking that they were superior gave me more enjoyment then it should have.

Each and every person can be tortured, people these days think that torture should only be used for getting information. To me, that can't be the furthest from the truth. Torture should be used anytime it is deemed necessary. The man that I found was a SS officer from Germany. The fact that he was out here before D-day occurred meant Hitler probably wasn't taking any chances. The allies are guarding their secret close, though. They don't even know where they are attacking or when they are attacking. I already knew where and when this is all happening thanks to my sources in America. For the world to have real change, All the allies have to do to succeed is make one good push into this country. This is the least of my concerns I'm not interested in a battle between humans, nor am I interested in Hitler's personal guards.

I am interested in those horrible living conditions; wherefrom the looks of it, some people were even living in their feces. The man was sleeping. He was a healthy man from and from what he told me, his name was Walter Klaus, and he was 29 years old. He had blonde hair though his hair was short and blue eyes. Straight nose with small nostrils. He was husky and had a pretty good body and smelled exquisite. I haven't had the pleasure of eating him yet. I think I'll savor that taste for later.

I had him chained to the wall. With his arms spread out, I didn't want him to reach for anything. His legs were chained to the wall, but he had no room to move them. The only reason why he was able to sleep was that I persuaded him to go to sleep. I also did not want to hear him screaming. I think it's about time I got started. I slapped him, and He started yelling help in. German. I then brought his attention to my eyes, and I said in German, "Beende dein schreiendes schwein. (quit your yelling pig)"

He became quite scared being woken up like that. It was either he was a coward, and somehow he weaseled into the SS, or he was trying to pretend he was a coward, either way, he still would die here. I don't think he realized that reality yet.

He was entirely compliant, which made everything much easier, but before I could start, I smelled something, it was him. My son, he was here. The man looked at me. I then used my persuasion and said sleep; before I could go upstairs, I gagged him. I did not want to risk waking up in the middle of my reunion with my son. I was already at the front door. I could not wait to see my son. I open the door, and I saw him for the first time in 23 years. He looks just like him; he smells almost like him to. My son was finally here. He was not as tall as his father only 5'10 maybe even 5'11 there was something off though. I could feel it when I look into my children. The only difference was that something was very different with my son. Gabriel was dark skin, which was no surprise; he had a moderate but muscular build. His eyes were dark brown; he looks so much like his father I had no idea. There were some glaring differences for starters; his nose was not full like his. It looked like he had mine it was medium, he had small nostrils. He also had A babyface his face was round, he had a bit of a sharp chin, but in all honesty, I would still think he would be about 18. Though I know my son is 23. He seems to have a lot more of me in him than I thought. This was altogether interesting; most of the children born from me would have my pale skin. He and his older brother were the only ones who had a different pigment. His uniform showed signs of battles, but not much. He still had his sidearm, and he had two other guns attached to him, one was the German MP-40, and the other was that M1 Garand.

I then let him in. He was looking around the house; he was baffled. He had never seen anything like this. He then said in a calm tone, 'who are you?' he suddenly paused and said, 'and why am I here?' He had so many questions, and he came off as a little bit hostile. Rightfully so, though, he had been taken from the world he knew and had been forced to look at mine. This is how he will see it, and I can't be mad at him for this. I then looked to Jason and Edward they went to go back and fight in the war. Those two needed to maintain a front. After their miraculous escape from the building collapsing on them, they will then finish participating in the war. They would then return as heroes, and my son would be an unfortunate casualty. They told me their plan beforehand, they had not planned it exactly, but they knew how to get it to work. Extended Vampiric telepathy was one of Edward's gifts.

"If you would like, you could sit down." he looked at me and said, 'You're still not answering my questions.' I then pointed told him. "why don't you have a seat next to me?"

He was walking over to sit down, but he moved cautiously and slow. He looked at the house and analyzed everything he could see he was thinking of escaping I could tell. "Well, as you know, this may be hard to believe." I started, but I remained calm, I could barely contain my excitement. "I am your mother." He looked at me and, with a cynical snicker, said, 'My mother abandoned me when I was an infant, how the fuck could you be my mother? You don't even look older than me.' I was not shocked by his response though my excitement made a swift exit window. "Well, that's rather easy. I'm a vampire." His eyes narrowed. 'Prove it.' His disbelief was almost astonishing, especially since he was miles away from the war.

I then moved to grab his guns. All of them were attached or in his hand. He would not have seen this. The speed I used was not visible to humans. I then showed him all of his guns on the purple carpet right in front of him. His eyes widened in disbelief. 'how the fuck did you get my guns?' "I grabbed them; I only moved faster than you could see." He regained himself, 'So why am I here?' He was still straight to the point he needed answers, not just the truth answers. He was still standing. "Well, I am your mother, and I wanted to see you."

'So you pull me out of the World War to tell me this? You tell me this now, not when my dad dies? Not before I decide to go to war? But in the middle of the war? Those words hurt, but what was I supposed to expect? 'Who the fuck are you to do that to me? If that's all you have to tell me, then I'm going to leave.' He was already making his way to the door. Though by the time he turned, I was at the door. My voice went into something of a plea, "Listen, Gabriel, I can't force you to stay, but at least hear me out the next few days. I think you deserve that much to know the truth" He looked down and I could read it in his mind his thoughts; he was thinking of his father. What made me more proud was the fact that he was calm about me using my vampiric speed. He was still horrified, though.

'You have three days, three days to tell me why I should not leave and go back to the war I was fighting in.' Then took him upstairs to the guest room I had made for him. I was happy to have him stay. I realized I had to show him the dangerous side of everything. "Do you promise to stay for three days no matter what you see?"

His voice shaky, but he looked at me and said. 'I promise.'

'Hilf mir! Hilf mir!' (Help me, Help me) my attention turned to the basement how did he wake up? Gabriel couldn't hear him, but he felt something was off when I looked that way. 'What's wrong?' I looked at him, and I told him the truth. There is a German SS soldier in my basement. I couldn't lie to my son, not now, not ever, especially if I could help it. His eyes widened, he then said. 'Why do you have people in your basement?' He was about to arm his gun but stopped himself, all I do say was "I found him, he looked like he was reinforcing the beaches. I caught him while he was separated from his group." 'Were you going to feed on him?' He asked calmly. He was scared of me, but I understood why. He had no idea what kind of person or being I was. This was all new information for him to process, it was so much of it, and most of it was unsettling.

'Show me.'

"What?"

I had heard that again.

'Show me the prisoner' his voice calm, but he was not... he was scared of me. My fear came to fruition; he would probably always be frightened of me now. "Why do you want to see my prisoner?" I'm almost convinced he was trying to see if I was lying. 'Because if you're holding an officer, you can get him to give me information. If and when I decide to leave, it could be valuable.' He was worried and the Allies and his brothers in the platoon. Even in the face of fear, he wants to help other people? He truly is your son Michael. I hope you are proud. I don't know whether I should be proud or worried. Maybe he won't want to be a vampire. Perhaps I should not have done this. 'I never got your name' that's right. I was so worried I never told him my name.

"My name is Lilith" he wasn't very convinced, but he began to say, 'Yeah, that was my mother's name; we'll have to talk about that later.'

Before we got downstairs, I could smell blood not much, but how did get out those chains they were embedded in concrete. We made our way to the kitchen where the basement was. I turned to him said: "could you let me lead the way?" He looked baffled but nodded; he knew something was up now; it was to quiet. We made our way down the steps he was still chained up, but he was struggling to get free from chains. His eyes widened when he saw, and he immediately stopped his wrist were bloody from all struggling. He then started yelling; 'du hure!' (You whore) He then said

'wenn ich hier rauskomme, werde ich töten und dieses Negerschwein.' (when I get out of here I will kill and that negro swine) 'What is he saying?' Gabriel asked. I said, "You don't need to know." I walked to the man and said. "Du wirst wie ein Schwein quieken, wie ich dich verschlinge"(You will squeal like a pig as I am devouring you.) I didn't use my persuasion; I said that knowing my son was there behind me. I couldn't stomach the kind of hatred he was spouting. My son heard and backed away before he was paralyzed in fear.

I grabbed the man by his hair and bit into his neck, and I tasted it my reward for feeding on him squealing the blood was dripping on my white button-up dress, but his screams were what wanted, and he yelled begging to god to stop me. I was making a mess because I wanted him to see himself die. He kept going for a few more moments all the until his scream became nothing but a low whisper by the end. He still had a little life in him, so I took this time to snap his neck. The crunch of his neck twisting was the most satisfying. He was still twitching even though he had been dead.

I turned around to see a whole new wave of fear on my son. He was speechless, but his face said it all. "I'm sorry," it was the only thing I can say to him. He looked down. He couldn't make eye contact with me; he saw me splattered in Blood. 'So this is what you do? Kill people like pigs?' I felt his fear and anger and said. "Isn't he the enemy?" I then continued before he could say anything"He would've had no problem with killing you he has killed innocence" 'so you eat them like pigs or maybe slaughter them like a lamb?' He was scared out of his mind, and he had every right to be, but what stopped him from running away?

"Listen, I know it's been hard, and today was a lot to take in, but if we start over tomorrow, you will understand." He wanted to say something back, but he stopped himself. "I could understand if you decided to leave out that door. I wouldn't even stop you. I just want you to give me a chance, please?" He was still looking down, and he had every right to I'm covered in blood, and I just murdered a man in front of him. 'Yes, I'll give you a chance on one condition, if I decide to leave could you reinstate me back into the army?' my eyes widened I then said, "Yes I..promise." I then continued. "With my resources, I could get you into any lifestyle you want. I will guarantee that you're happy even if you're not with me." 'I just want to finish this war and help my country succeed.'

We went back upstairs, "I'll show you to the guest room, and I'll get myself cleaned up." 'I'll be waiting on the couch.' "He was scared of me, and I can understand." I was finished in mere seconds, I was on my way downstairs, and I saw him grabbing his M1911. I looked strangely and said, "why are you grabbing your gun?" 'I'm not sleeping in this house without it.' I didn't flinch at the remark because I understood. "I'll show you to your room then." The walk down the hallway, he was quiet; his heart was racing so much she was still so afraid of me. I opened the door to the guest room and said, "this is your room for now...sleep well. I'll check on you later."

End of chapter 5 the queen and her son part 2