Love in the Remains of Hell: 7

It was a very awkward scene. Captain Hans, the strongest soldier of the Millennium forces, was shirtless, sweating and had his mouth pressed against Heinkel's. Heinkel Wolfe, the most skilled assasin of Section Thirteen Iscariot, was pinned under Hans, body throbbing and eyes wide open to see him kissing her. Yes, it wasn't a very pretty scene. It got even worse when Hans saw her narrow her eyes, then felt her knee jerk from under him and slam hard between his legs.

The poor werewolf's eyes bulged out as he quickly squirmed away from her, groaning silently and holding his manhood tenderly, having trouble breathing and thinking straight. For a holy person, she fought dirty! He fell to his side onto the floor and shuddered, curled up and panting as he tried to regain the feeling down below. Oh good Lord, he now HATED this girl!

Heinkel groaned and sat up, glaring at him with fire in her eyes. "Y-you sick bastard, I ought to murder you!!!" she screamed. Hans felt his blood run cold and stood up quickly. If the others heard her screaming, they will suspect that he saved an enemy, kill her and who knows what they will do to him! Quickly, he leapt up and pinned her down, covering her mouth tightly with his hand and snarling softly. She stared up at him with wide, scared eyes, making his face feel hotter but he pushed it aside. Staring into her eyes, he slowly shook his head, saying not to make another sound, a flash in his eye as if threatening her with unspeakable punishments. He had no idea what they would be… she was already hurt and injured from the war, he can't bring himself to make it worse.

The girl seemed to understand and nodded with a small whimper. He sighed and got off of her, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her with narrowed eyes. His hips still throbbed with pain, but he knew she was never going to try that move again after scaring her like that. She stared at him with large, frightened eyes and h felt a pang in his chest. Maybe what he did was too much… she looked so scared of him. She opened her mouth several times to speak, but quickly shut it when he looked at her. He must still look angry… to reassure her, he nodded and waved his hand gently for her to talk.

"Wh-where am I…?" she asked softly, sitting up slightly. He stared at her and looked at the window, hinting to her to look out. She did and paled to see all trees, dark skies and the city of London many miles away… she could barely see a trail of smoke form the still burning buildings. She snapped her head at him and looked even more upset. "Where's Yumie and Anderson…?" He blinked, not sure who she was talking about. She looked frustrated, possibly thinking he was toying with her. "Yumie, sh-she has long black hair, dark eyes, a-a couple inches shorter than me with a katana and wearing a nun's habit!!! Where is she!?!" He stood up slightly, growling again and she sunk back into bed, getting the threat of not talking so loud.

Wait, she said a nun? The girl the butler killed. He frowned and sighed, shaking his head. Her friend was dead, and she took the message clearly. She gripped the sheets tightly, looking enraged with her bared teeth and fiery eyes. "Th-that bastard… that bastard, I-I'll kill him! I-I'll-!" She cried out and grabbed her ribs, swaying from the bruised rips that brought much pain to her body. Hans quickly sat up and helped her lay down, frowning to see her panting hard with pain. He had no cloths to dab the sweat from her red, hot face so instead, he turned his hand and stroked her cheek with his knuckles. His hands were cold from the upcoming winter, this may help her cool off. She shivered at his touch and turned away slightly, but didn't push him away, as if letting him continue. He avoided the wounds on her face, but blushed slightly to feel how warm and soft her cheek was…

Not wanted to go back into his unstoppable heated licking moment again, he reached for the bandages on the nightstand and began to bandage her face again. He can't use his saliva with her awake and he plans to try it again when he KNOWS she will not wake up and knee him again. When he placed the cotton on her wound, she whimpered and he stopped immediately. It must hurt, he didn't doubt it… her face was nearly blown off, bandaged crudely and left out in the open to become infected and swollen. Once she was still, he nodded and continued to bandage her face slowly and gently. She kept still and quiet for him, making the process easier yet awkward.

The werewolf wasn't used to medical cases, him being a captain, but the fact he was taking care of Heinkel was… odd. She was from Iscariot, he was from Millennium. He should have killed her, yet he saved her. He should have let her die or let the vampires and ghouls eat her… after all, he did taste in her blood that she was a virgin. But… he couldn't. He couldn't do any of that. Something inside of him stopped him. Was it the guilt he felt from shooting her in the first place? He did give her the medical kit, but could do nothing else. They were at war, he had no time to help her, apologize or even say goodbye. She was angry with him,, hated him and she also feared him greatly… he understood that perfectly… he wish she wouldn't, though.

Once he was done, he sat back and let her trace the smooth, clean bandages on her face, not bothering to smile at the results or look at him. She lost her family and friends, she was stuck in an unknown cabin in the middle of the woods, and with the man who disfigured her. She felt dead inside and she sighed. "You saved me…?" she muttered through clenched teeth and Hans flinched slightly, nodding. Why did he have to flinch? He was stronger than her! But… he didn't want her upset and she did show power form her first attack. She looked at her and he expected her to scream at him again or try to launch a tackle at him, but instead and nodded at him. "Thank you," she murmured, looking at her lap and fiddling with her hands. Hans blinked and he felt his heart warm slightly. Well, she may still hate him and despise Millennium, but the gratitude was a start! Now the healing can become easier now that she was calmer around him.

He jumped when she saw her flinch, thinking she was hurt. Her face was dark red and she stared at herself. Hans looked where her eyes were and felt his spirit leave his body. She was staring at her chest… her BARE chest covered in his slobber. Her eyes were wide and her clenched fists suddenly began to tear at the blankets that wrapped around her. She glared at him and he felt himself shrink. Both of them knew he did it… he took off her top, saw her bare breasts and… licked her. Steam seemed to escape from her nose and she roared, tackling him hard and off the bed.

Just an hour later and downstairs, Dok and Schrodinger kept quiet as they listened to the screams, thuds and crashes form upstairs. "Dok, I'm worried," Schrodinger finally piped up, sitting up form his spot near the fireplace. Dok closed his book and nodded in agreement. Neither of them had the courage to get up and see what the hell was going on upstairs.  Hans was a werewolf and he did have a temper.

Just then, they heard Hans coming downstairs with the clunking of his boots. Both Dok and Schrodinger gasped to see his chest, face and arms were covered with hundreds of deep scratches, red marks from punches and even a bite mark on the back of his hand. He held a wet, cold cloth against his eye and held his bottom lip in his mouth to suckle away the blood that leaked from a deep cut. "Uhh, Hans?" Schrodinger asked quietly, tilting his head to the side. Hans glared at him an shook his head violently before storming off outside to let off some angry steam.

"What did he say…?" Dok asked, knowing Schrodinger was the few that could understand Hans's silent language.

"Something along the lines of a stupid bitch and why the hell does he even bother with all this shit," Schrodinger replied simply. The stared at each other silently for several moments, then shrugged and continued with their lounging around and reading. It was best not to ask questions when it comes to Hans.