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Occupation
Von Jeff Dawson
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- Oct 19, 2011
- ISBN:
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Beschreibung
September 1, 1939, the unimaginable happened. WAR! Germany invaded Poland from the west. Two weeks later, Russia honored her agreement with Germany and invaded from the east.
The German Wehrmacht and Russian hordes swept through Poland as a sickle cuts through the golden heads of grain during the fall harvest. The Polish army had held strong where they could, but the weight of two giants gobbling up their country was more than the poorly trained army could withstand. Horses against tanks: swords against air power. The outcome had been decided on the first day of the invasion. By the end of September, Poland had been conquered. Or had it?
In the towns of Siepraw (twenty kilometers South of Krakow) and Tarnow (sixty kilometers east of Krakow) all was still business as usual. While the villagers feared for their lives, the Romanovs and Boirarskys worried little of the new flags hoisted in their respective areas. They had seen many empires come and go. The Czars, Napoleon, Lenin, Hindenburg and others. They never cared who was in power as long as the food supply was intact. But that was about to change. The Germans had plans for all races deemed sub-human; relocation. If one wasn't of true Nordic Aryan genealogy, then they considered those individuals a drag on the new order and its limited resources.
The plan of relocation was going to awaken an opponent that only resided in the "occupier’s" darkest nightmares.
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Occupation
Von Jeff Dawson
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Bewertung: 5 von 5 Sternen5/5 (1 Bewertung)
Länge: 387 Seiten5 Stunden
Beschreibung
September 1, 1939, the unimaginable happened. WAR! Germany invaded Poland from the west. Two weeks later, Russia honored her agreement with Germany and invaded from the east.
The German Wehrmacht and Russian hordes swept through Poland as a sickle cuts through the golden heads of grain during the fall harvest. The Polish army had held strong where they could, but the weight of two giants gobbling up their country was more than the poorly trained army could withstand. Horses against tanks: swords against air power. The outcome had been decided on the first day of the invasion. By the end of September, Poland had been conquered. Or had it?
In the towns of Siepraw (twenty kilometers South of Krakow) and Tarnow (sixty kilometers east of Krakow) all was still business as usual. While the villagers feared for their lives, the Romanovs and Boirarskys worried little of the new flags hoisted in their respective areas. They had seen many empires come and go. The Czars, Napoleon, Lenin, Hindenburg and others. They never cared who was in power as long as the food supply was intact. But that was about to change. The Germans had plans for all races deemed sub-human; relocation. If one wasn't of true Nordic Aryan genealogy, then they considered those individuals a drag on the new order and its limited resources.
The plan of relocation was going to awaken an opponent that only resided in the "occupier’s" darkest nightmares.
- Herausgeber:
- Jeff Dawson
- Freigegeben:
- Oct 19, 2011
- ISBN:
- 9781452479125
- Format:
- Buch
Über den Autor
I spent the last twenty-five years in road construction. I enjoyed the business but always wanted to write. When my best friend died in 2001 from a heart attack I put down in print all of the adventures we had shared. His niece put a book together and started it with our stories. I enjoyed the writing but didn't take it seriously as a business.
Eight years later I reunited with my high school sweetheart and was allowed to spend the most amazing seven months with the woman I had searched and sought after for thirty years. We shared a love you only read about or see in a movie. Her breast cancer returned and took her July of 2009. I did not know how to deal with the grief. Writing about our experiences has tremendously helped in the healing process. Please take a moment and check out both books if you have lost a very dear loved one and are still suffering from the pain and grief. I can be contacted at the enclosed Facebook site, "Why did Everything Happen?"
Along with those topics I have been heavily involved with youth baseball for thirty plus years and have wrote a easy to follow manual for coaching youths. The Baseball Coaching Manual-Little League to High School, Editions I and II. If you would like more information, go to the face book site Cadillac Power Hitters Association.
The final book in this collection is one my daugher wrote, Romantic Erotic Encouters. She was a dancer for a few years earning extra cash for her family and shared some of the stories she heard during her career.
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About the Author
Mr. Dawson, the father of three children and three grandchildren, attended Oklahoma State University, majoring in Construction Management. He moved to Texas, married and divorced. He spent twenty-five years in the industry. It was fulfilling but something was missing. He lost his best friend to a heart attack in 2001. He wrote a small short story about their adventures and travails. The loss awakened something he always wanted to do, write. Back surgery in 2010, opened the door to pursue a writing career. His first book covered one of his true passions, baseball. Since then, he has written other stories covering many different genres. He currently resides in the DFW area spending time with family and friends.
Mr. Dawson has published several other books available through LDDJ Enterprises Publishing:
Love's True Second Chance @2011
Why did Everything Happen? Cancer, Death and Recovery @2011
The Baseball Coaching Manual Little League to High School @2010
The Baseball Coaching Manual Little League to High School Edition II @2011
Gateway: Pioche @2013
Terror at the Sterling @2013-12-29
Destination D.C. @2013
Mr. Dawson can be reached at:jdawson41@netzero.net.
Twitter @JeffDawson59
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Occupation/231877123504847
Website: http://www.lddjenterprises.com
Like the cover? Check out the Amazon site for all the products: posters and shirts at LDDJ Enterprises Publishing.
Acknowledgments
Without the help of a host of individuals, this work would have never happened. Debbie Wright and Jessica Larson's input of combining World War II and vampires is an arena, I would have never contemplated. Thanks to Sarah Adams for drawing the initial sketch, and Bobbie-Lee Hunt Healey of Bobbi-Lee's Art (British Columbia) for the book cover.
Editing congratulations to: Bev Harrison, Jacob and Judy Wilson.
Book trailer thanks go to Shirley (Mountain Momma) Hicks.
Occupation
Copyright © 2013 by: Published by Jeff Dawson at Smashwords
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ISBN: 978-0-9839740-2-4 printed version
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Table of Contents
The Clans
Preface
Chapter 1 Rail Traffic
Chapter 2 Occupation
Chapter 3 Assisting
Chapter 4 Hunting
Chapter 5 Skirmishes
Chapter 6 Truce
Chapter 7 The Meeting
Chapter 8 Betrayal
Chapter 9 The Trap
Chapter 10 Melding the Clans
Chapter 11 The Plan
Chapter 12 Conversions
Chapter 13 Svetlana
Chapter 14 General Von DerGraff
Chapter 15 Nicole and Dmitri
Chapter 16 Raiding
Chapter 17 Patrol
Chapter 18 Capture
Chapter 19 Attack
Chapter 20 Warning
Chapter 21 Himmler
Chapter 22 Berlin
Chapter 23 Return Flight
Chapter 24 Withdrawal
Chapter 25 Beginnings
Glossary
THE CLANS
BOIRARSKY
Gregori-Ravina
Galina-Josif
Kirilli-Sasha
Dmitri-Roman-Sergei-Darya-Eva-Zoya
ROMANOV
Marco
Ivan-Paulina
Nikoli-Svetlana
Stephan-Nicole-Yakov-Taras-Natashia-Dina
Preface
For centuries, the Romanovs and Boirarskys fought each other not just for territorial and domination rites in Southern Poland, but also for the local food supply. After many brief but extremely brutal bloody battles between the clans, which achieved only scars and death, the leaders of the clans, Gregori Boirarsky and Ivan Romanov sat down agreeing to end their fruitless battles. They approached the governors of the local villages they fed on and proposed a treaty. The clans would share feeding rights on a monthly basis. No member of either clan would be in any of the villages at the same time. The governors agreed they would give up their sick, dying, infirmed, and criminal elements. In exchange, the children and the healthy individuals would be left alone to live fruitful productive lives in peace.
The truce allowed peace to reign in the region for centuries. But something very unsettling was occurring in Germany. Adolf Hitler and his National Socialist Party came to power and were preparing to wage war on any and all countries or peoples who did not buy into his warped dream of a Thousand Year Reich.
The village people spoke of what would become of their lands if the Germans declared war and invaded their country. Poland was a thorn in the side to both Germany and Russia. The country was a nagging reminder to Germany of the infamous Versailles Treaty which the Allies imposed after WWI, a treaty that had taken away land, money, and men. To ensure success and avoid a confrontation with Russia, Hitler informed his Foreign Minister, Joachim Von Ribbentrop, to contact his Soviet counterpart, Vyacheslev Molotov. They hammered out an economic and non-aggression pact. Hitler was willing (for the moment) to cede lands to Russia. Stalin was very receptive to the deal; for not only would the Soviet Union gain the Baltic States, it would provide a buffer for Russia if Hitler ever decided to turn his attentions to the east.
Thus, the Polish people were caught in a terrible vise. How could they stand up to either power? Yes, the Allies swore up and down they would come to Poland's aid if they were ever attacked, but how would the British and French be able to deploy forces in their homeland to counter an invasion? All they could do was sit, wait, and hope that calmer heads would prevail and war could be avoided at all costs.
September 1, 1939, the unimaginable happened-WAR! Germany invaded Poland from the west. Two weeks later, Russia honored her agreement with Germany and invaded from the east.
The German Wehrmacht and Russian hordes swept through Poland as a sickle cuts through the golden heads of grain during the fall harvest. The Polish army held strong where they could, but the weight of two giants, gobbling up their country, was more than the poorly trained army could withstand. Horses against tanks: swords against air power. The outcome was decided on the first day of the invasion. By the end of September, Poland was conquered. Or was it?
With victory complete, it was time for the occupation forces to start implementing the new policies of the Third Reich that were being funneled out of Berlin, and like all things German, the tasks were implemented with punctual precision. Southern Poland was now firmly in the grasp of the Third Reich. Krakow became the capital for the new general protectorate region the Germans were setting up.
The regular army troops were directed back to Germany to refit and rearm. They were replaced by SS troops under General Reinhardt Heidrick, a true symbol of Nazi Germany. He stood over two meters tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. He maintained a strong distaste for anyone not German and especially if they were not a member of the party. His facial features were of a well-chiseled piece of marble. His eyes were bright steely blue but they lacked one human characteristic: emotion. His eyes were harbingers of death. He invoked what Hitler kept screaming: blond hair, blue eyes, physically daunting. He was a poster boy for the Master Race! Heidrick was a true Aryan in every aspect of the new gospel.
In the towns of Siepraw (twenty kilometers South of Krakow) and Tarnow (sixty kilometers east of Krakow) all was still business as usual. While the villagers feared for their lives, the Romanovs and Boirarskys worried little of the new flags hoisted in their respective areas. They had seen many empires come and go—The Czars, Napoleon, Lenin, Hindenburg and others. They never cared who was in power as long as the food supply was intact. But that was about to change. The Germans had plans for all races deemed sub-human: relocation. If one wasn't of true Nordic Aryan genealogy, then they considered those individuals a drag on the new order and its limited resources.
The plan of relocation was going to awaken an opponent that only resided in the occupier’s
darkest nightmares.
Chapter 1
Train Station
April 1940
Kirilli and his wife Sasha were enjoying the carriage ride to town. The cool, misty, morning air invigorated their bodies. The smell of the rich oak trees filled their lungs to capacity. The serenity of the mood was blasted away by a loudspeaker coming from the direction of the depot. The words: Achtung! Achtung!
broke the silence of the pleasant ride, scattering birds from the forests. The voice shattered the calm setting, igniting a sense of foreboding and dread.
They winced at the sound of the high pressured steam whistles. The engine's large wheels were grinding and clawing at the rails generating the proper friction to start its trek west. As the train departed the station, another one took its place. The rail yard had never seen this much activity even during a good harvest season. All four tracks were packed with engines and boxcars waiting to be loaded. The smell of wood and coal coming from the beasts replaced those of the local forest. In the distance they could see steam belching out of smoke stacks from other trains waiting to enter the station.
Normally, the activity wouldn't have bothered them, but the cargo being transported wasn't from the grain harvest this year. The cargo was human. They were being loaded into boxcars like cattle. Kirilli kept his thoughts to himself. Why would the Germans be transporting the local inhabitants to the far reaches of Germany? These people could just as easily contribute to a stronger Reich from their own hamlets. His thoughts were interrupted by the harsh words pouring out of the strategically placed loudspeakers,
Achtung! Achtung! Women and children next. Stand in line and be quick about it. You have been chosen to join the Third Reich in its rightful place in the world. You have the honor of being shipped back to the Fatherland to work and toil for the greater good.
The crowd milled about confused and dejected. Most of them had only been allowed a few minutes to collect what possessions they could carry before being directed to the depot. These people knew of war and the spoils it produced for the victor. Poland succumbed in four weeks to the weight of the Panzer armies and the Russian hordes. Now they were being herded to Germany to work in the factories. Kirilli could read the thoughts of the downtrodden men and women. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe the Germans would let them live their lives out peacefully and productively.
He noticed a small skirmish halfway down the station. Some German guards were rousting one of the civilians. Must be a man resisting the move, thought Kirilli. The crowd parted away, revealing a woman and child clutching each other.
Sasha stared on in horror as one of the guards was trying to pull the woman's young daughter from her clutches. The little girl couldn't be more than five years old. The woman was crouching on her knees pleading for them to let her daughter join her. The guard’s facial features were like monuments chiseled in stone. He, in no way, cared about the woman. The other members of the squad occasionally looked back and laughed at the spectacle as they held back the crowd with their gleaming Mauser rifles. No matter how hard the guard pulled on the child, the mother refused to let go of her daughter as she cried out and sobbed. A tall officer with the insignia of a Major of the SS emerged from the pack. He yelled a few words at the private, removed his polished 9 mm Luger, and without blinking an eye, (Sasha gasped as she watched the officer withdraw his pistol)…
Kirilli, we have to...
A shot rang out. The bullet went straight into the front of the mother's forehead. It exited the back of her skull, spreading blood, brains, and gore on the ground. The other guards seemed uninterested in the events. The officer re-holstered the pistol, shouted out a few more commands and walked away like nothing happened. Kirilli was stunned. Why did they kill this woman? What had she done to deserve this? She was healthy and vibrant (her blood would have been like sugar when the time was right). There was no reason for her to die. What is happening here?
he whispered to Sasha.
The engine’s steam whistle shattered the air, drowning out the commotion of the crowd and announcing the engineer was instructed to release the wheel brakes, open the steam lines and begin moving west. The doors to all of the cars were slammed shut and latched. The large locomotive's whistle blew again belching white hot steam. The massive steel drive wheels churned on the hard iron tracks as the wheels built up enough friction for the train and its cargo to start trekking west. The resistance from the wheels and releasing of the brakes were discharging clouds of whitish black smoke, enveloping the locomotive as the boilers built up steam. The signal arm turned green, and the thunderous monster spewed black smoke from its stack, as it thundered out of the station leaving behind a dark black plume enveloping the rail yard, as if to announce impending doom.
The train left and another took its place. The sound of the annoying bureaucrat crackled over the loud speakers,
Achtung! Achtung! The Third Reich is your master. Take your places in line immediately.
The voices of the guards were barely audible over the loudspeaker, Raush, raush swine. We don't have all day! Get in line or die where you stand.
The crowd obediently followed the orders and commands.
Kirilli turned towards his wife in bewilderment. She was still in shock from the senseless killing. Sasha, we must leave this place. There is more evil in the air. We must return to Bezpieczenstwo and tell the others what we have seen here today.
She moved her head in agreement; her lips quivering from the sight ingrained in her mind.
Kirilli, should we inform Nikoli?
Nikoli was the patriarch of the Romanov clan and sworn enemy of the Boirarskys. Their families fought for centuries over the land and feeding grounds. No love was lost between these clans. There had been no major occurrences or conflicts between them for the last hundred years, but the current turn of events could change everything.
Not yet. Not until we know exactly what the Germans are planning. I do fear my dear, that our way of life is about to change to depths we have never experienced. I have never witnessed such barbarism. There was always a justifiable reason people died. Whether it was from our feeding, or being rebellious towards the conquerors, but never for trying to keep a child close. These Germans, and the new order of prosperity they speak of, doesn't seem likely. Only time will sort this out. Sasha, my dear, let us take our leave. There is nothing else we can do here.
Sasha agreed while noticing something else, Dear husband, where are all of the old ones?
He took a few innocuous looks around and realized she was right. There were no old ones. Where had they gone?
The wind was gently blowing out of the northwest briefly changed, sending it in from the north. The change brought with it a pungent odor which seared their nostrils. What is that?
They turned away heading back to their carriage. Their son Dmitri stood true to his assigned duty. He was the perfect son, young, strong and ever present. He would carry out any order or command his parents conveyed without a thought. That, is what a good son does; everything that is asked of him. Yes, he wanted to go into the station and see what was going on, but Kirilli insisted he stay to watch over their trusted steed. With all of the people in town, there was always the chance that someone might require the mare more than they; obediently, he stayed behind.
Kirilli could tell his beloved wife was still in shock. Still, he couldn't help but stare at her beautiful features. She had stood beside him for over a century. He was reminded of the night he took her from the living and made her his for eternity. She was only twenty-one and full of life when he first saw her in Warsaw. He was visiting the city on business. He’d been sent for the monthly hunt. He hated when it was his turn to bring others into the fold or lure them to the castle so the others could feed.
She was in attendance with her parents for a formal dance at the Warsaw Theater. He always wanted to attend one of the formal gatherings, but fate dealt him a card that kept him from ever entering those thick oak doors. She excused herself from the confines of the cavernous hall to collect some air and refresh herself. She despised all of the attention and primping her successful family demanded of her when attending such annoying performances. She was the pride of the family. They hoped she would find a man of like interests and standing in the community who would continue their storied blood line. She, on the other hand, was not about to let her free spirit be bartered or traded for a new title. She wanted to live and share the experiences of life her parents were refusing to let her participate in: hiking, hunting, equestrian rides, and sailing. She was convinced, if a man could engage in such activities, then a woman could also enjoy them and possibly be a man's equal.
She stood on the stone platform, resting against the superbly crafted marble railing supported by massive stone balustrades. He was awestruck by her beauty. Her long blond hair brushed gently against her full bosoms with each breeze of the evening air. Her face was that of an angel’s. Her dark blue eyes provided a small glimpse into a soul in unrest. She would be his. He would share her with no one.
He quietly made his way through the thick shrubbery which surrounded the porch. He crept up behind her, feeling his razor sharp incisors starting to grow. The closer he approached, the stronger her sweet young blood pressed on his senses. It would take every ounce of energy he could muster to refrain from draining all of her blood. He opened his mouth, allowing saliva to drip from the over-sized teeth. Cool night air entered the small holes in each tooth sending shivers through his body. It wasn't air they sought; they were honing in on the arteries that were pulsating with her life blood. His eyes were acting as a magnifying glass. He could detect each time her heart pumped and the thick fluid flowing in and out of the carotid artery. His mouth was watering. His senses were on high alert. His focus on her almost betrayed him as his right foot kicked a stone while still two meters from the woman who would unwillingly become his. Hearing the disturbance, she turned in an attempt to identify the noise, but it was too late. Turning towards the sound hair cleared her neckline, providing an unobstructed path to her essence of life. She released a small passionate moan as his hot, razor sharp teeth, penetrated her skin, searching for the artery that would connect their lives for all ages.
That was so long ago. Yes, it was over a century since he brought her into the fold. Life was good or as good as one could expect. They survived wars, attacks and various threats to the clan, but the Germans were bringing a threat they could never have anticipated.
Dmitri greeted his parents with a stern look. Father, Mother, I thought I heard a gunshot? Was anyone hurt?
Kirilli helped Sasha into the carriage and grumbled to Dmitri, Everything is fine son. Let us return to our home. We have matters of urgency to discuss with all of the clan members. I fear a pestilence has invaded our country.
Dmitri didn't question his father and boarded the carriage, taking his seat on the driver's cushion, releasing the wheel brake, and cracking the whip. The mare turned to the right and headed back towards their home in Siepraw: Bezpieczenstwo.
Nikoli stared at the carriage as it headed out of town. Dear sweet Svetlana, it appears the Boirarskys are leaving in a hurry. What do you think they are up to?
She looked into her husband’s black iron eyes flashing an evil grin, Why dearest husband. Who cares? They are weak and we are strong. It appears the Germans and we think alike. We need to talk to the German Major about body disposal. It would be such a waste for them to eliminate the woman's body before it was properly drained.
They let out a loud boasting laugh, pondering how to approach the major and offer their expert assistance.
Chapter 2
Occupation
Svetlana and Nikoli approached the major, asking him what would become of the body.
It will be disposed of with the rest of the dregs and riffraff. There was no place in the Reich for swine like her.
His words meant nothing to them. Truly, she wasn't the most productive woman of the city, but she served a purpose. Her killing just seemed senseless. Nikoli knew time was not on their side and an argument with the major would be counterproductive. The blood in the woman would quickly start coagulating, making it difficult to pull even a liter of the life providing liquid. Herr Major... Forgive me, Major?
The officer was becoming agitated with the couple. The name is Major Ernst, proud member and follower of Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich.
Nikoli despised the arrogance this mortal was displaying towards him and Svetlana.
If you don't want to end up like the woman you seem very grieved over, I suggest you leave immediately or join her.
Nikoli was losing his temper. Svetlana came closer, holding husband’s hand. She could feel the bones and muscles of his hand and fingers starting to tense and pulsate—a sure sign that if she did not intervene, Nikoli could well start changing right here in the middle of the town square. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his, allowing his nails to dig into the palm of her hand as they started growing.
Herr Major Ernst. We apologize for the intrusion, but we have a long history in body disposal, and if it wouldn't be too much trouble, we would like to take the woman's body and properly dispose of it.
At first the major was oblivious to her comments. He turned his attention towards her. She could tell by his mannerisms he was about to reprimand her more severely than he had Nikoli.
Frau, it is my intention and that of......
His words trailed off as his eyes locked into her bright green hypnotic ones. He wanted to rid himself of these meddling people, but the urge to eliminate them disappeared from his memory the instant his eyes met hers.
Frau, you may do with the body as you please, but be quick about it or the guards will beat you to the task. If anyone asks, tell them you are under my orders and the body is yours.
Nikoli started relaxing. The claw like nails receded back into his hand relieving the pain Svetlana endured while calming her husband and the German.
Danke, Herr Major. We shall waste no time. Until we meet again.
Without hesitation, they moved towards the woman's body. Just as the major said, there were already several guards loading the body onto an open wooden wagon. A guard blocked their passage as they approached. She and Nikoli knew they needed to retrieve the body quickly. Each minute that passed was another milliliter of liquid they would not be able to suck out.
Raush, move on or you will be joining her,
yelled one of the guards. The other soldiers laughed at the pair. Svetlana sensed the anger growing within Nikoli again. She wasted no time in responding to the guard.
Excuse me sir, but under the orders of Major Ernst, he is allowing us to give this woman a proper disposal.
The guard questioned her words until his eyes looked into hers.
Sir, Major Ernst....
Jawohl Frau. Please accept my apologies. The body is yours.
She smiled, thanking the private for his kindness. Nikoli picked up the body with one movement. The guards stood in shock at the man's strength. The dead woman, small as she was, still weighed around 59 kilos and it took two of them to lift her off of the ground. He turned and began walking back to their carriage, carrying his prize like a sack of potatoes. Pleased that she diffused another difficult situation and gained a small victory, she again thanked the guard for his kindness.
He tossed the body in the back of the carriage. They took their seats and headed out of town. He rarely smiled, but this was a special occasion.
Wife, it is good to see you still remember how to dazzle men with your charms. I hope the body is still pliable. The scent of her blood is fading fast.
She was proud of her recent accomplishment. It was decades, no, longer than that since she used the well-honed tools of her trade.
Yes, dear husband. I too am pleased to see I can still hold mortal men in my power with a glance. I can still get them to do anything I want or need.
She should have stopped after the first sentence, but then, that wasn't her way. He looked at her as the carriage bumped and rocked over the rutted dirt road.
My dear wife, I caution you to watch your tongue. I might perceive the idea you are developing thoughts from the past.
His condescending tone sent shivers down her spine. Bastard was the first word that entered her mind, but she dare not speak it. He would not hesitate to strike her like one would a belligerent child. The carriage moved on eastward with no more words spoken.
There, dear wife,
He pointed to a spot well off the road. That is where we shall feast on what remains of the woman's sweet fluid.
He pulled the carriage onto the path long forgotten and infrequently used by the locals and Germans. He reined the horse to a stop 400 meters down the road. It was perfect. No one could see them from the road and the thick forest would hide their activities. Nikoli jumped off the coach and retrieved the dead woman. He threw her on his shoulder and walked another ten meters into the dense growth. Svetlana followed close behind him. He swung the dead weight off of his shoulder, placing the body up against a large oak tree. She licked her lips in anticipation of the snack they would enjoy. She approached the body to start feeding but instead her path was blocked by an arm barring the way to the sweet nectar. He was going to feed first.
Patience, dear wife, I will save some for you.
He sunk his fangs deep into the neck of the sagging body. He could taste death in her blood. It was as he feared; the blood was starting to coagulate, requiring him to suck harder than normal. A beating heart made feeding so much easier. As blood moved from the heart to the brain, the fang’s hollowed canals acted like a siphon, diverting the copper sweet fluid with little effort into the vampire's starving capillaries while depriving the victim of the same life-giving fluid. The victim slowly went into a coma as the brain was deprived of the oxygen rich fluid.
A few minutes and one-and-a-half liters later, he pulled back from the body. Dear wife, it is your turn.
She needed no more invitation. She sunk her teeth deep into the left side of the woman's neck searching for the life-providing fluid. She sucked deep and hard, draining what little blood remained in the brain and the jugular vein. All
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