Night Falls: Berlin

Foreword:

This is another repost, and the companion piece to "Night Falls: Whitechapel", which I recommend reading first. Like that one, this is pretty historically accurate, and is my spin on what happened during the last days of the war in Europe as the allies closed in on Berlin and Hitler's bunker. This is purely a piece of historical fantasy, and is not to be taken too seriously, kind of like "Inglourious Basterds". Just fair warning. Lol

And as always, I hope everyone enjoys the ride. :)

I.D.

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April 30th, 1945, 0400 hrs. Operation: Wolfbane Briefing

Presiding Briefing Officer: General George S. Patton. Location: Camp Victory, outside of Berlin.

Operative: 1st Lieutenant Colton Drake, detached from Bravo Company, 1st Ranger Battalion to OSS Special Warfare Division. Operational Codename: Dragon

General Patton chomped his cigar and looked over the file of the young lieutenant. Commendations from his time in France and Italy ranging from the Army Commendation Medal all the way up to the Silver Star, with damn near everything in between. His company had the lowest mortality rate and the highest kill ratio in the entire US Army Infantry, and COL Darby had put him in for the MoH (Medal of Honor) before his untimely death.

Then he'd been spotted draining a Nazi soldier of blood during a night raid against a line of bunkers. The German farmer had seen the carnage that the lieutenant had wrought single-handedly, and had reported it to the Commanding Officer of the first American unit he'd found. He had warned them that a vampir was in their midst, and that he would be the death of them all.

The investigation hadn't taken long, since Lieutenant Drake had been seen in the area. The second most disturbing thing was that his Thompson hadn't even been fired as no .45 Cal ammo had been expended.

The most disturbing thing was that the lieutenant hadn't even denied the charges. He had sat calmly while being interrogated by US Army MPs, and had answered their questions truthfully. The General looked at the transcript of the interrogation.

SGT Stevens: Lieutenant, what happened when you spotted the bunkers?

1LT Drake: I closed distance and attacked. I gained entry into each bunker and eliminated the enemy personnel.

SGT Stevens: Did you fire your weapon?

1LT Drake: No.

SGT Stevens: Then how did you eliminate them?

1LT Drake: Hand to hand combat. Look, Sergeant, I eliminated the enemy from that bunker line. Isn't that all that matters?

SGT Stevens: Not when we have an eyewitness who says you became a demon and ripped the enemy to shreds with claws and fangs.

1LT Drake: Talons.

SGT Stevens: Say again?

1LT Drake: Talons. My fingers become talons, not claws.

SGT Stevens: Holy shit!

1LT Drake: Well, now you see. I wouldn't be able to show you during the day.

SGT Stevens: What the hell are you?

1LT Drake: A loyal citizen of the United States of America, and an officer in the US Army. The fact that I have a condition that allows me to serve in combat more effectively than others should in no way lead to questions about my loyalty to my country or our cause.

The General nodded slowly, then looked up at the man shackled in front of his desk. He got the impression that those shackles were only still on him because he allowed it.

General Patton cleared his throat. "Lieutenant, why are you smiling?"

"Because night has fallen, sir. With all due respect, may I remove these restraints?" Drake asked.

The General sighed. "If I said no?"

"Then I would remain shackled, sir." Drake replied with a shrug.

"Hold on. I get the feeling that you would destroy them, so let me have that MP there unlock them." The General gestured, and the MP nervously removed the shackles from Drake's wrists and ankles.

"Thank you, sir." Drake said as he saluted. The General returned his salute crisply.

"At ease, Lieutenant." General Patton said, and Drake moved to the position of At Ease with his hands behind his back and feet shoulder width apart.

The General found the folder and looked through it quickly, then continued. "Lieutenant Drake, you are here because we need your help. And until I read this file, I wouldn't even have believed that you existed."

"Sir?" Drake raised his eyebrow in mild surprise.

"Read this, son." The general closed the folder and slid it across his desk, where Drake moved inhumanly fast to keep it from hitting the floor.

Drake looked at the title of the folder Under the EYES ONLY warning was the title. Operation: Wolfbane. He opened the folder and his eyes began to glow as he looked at the intelligence gathered.

"Nachtwölfe." Drake said simply. "Werewolves. Are we sure about this, sir?"

"British SIS is, and they already have an operative in place, codename Hellion." General Patton said. "Hellion needs backup, and that's where you come in. Your codename for this operation will be Dragon."

"Very well, sir." Drake looked at the file to find the rendezvous point. "Rendezvous is memorized, sir. When can I leave?"

"How does now sound, son?" General Patton smiled.

"Sounds good to me, sir." Drake extended his wings, tearing slices in the fatigues he wore at his shoulder blades. "I'll be there momentarily. Radio Hellion that I am incoming." Drake saluted crisply.

The General returned his salute, and just like that, the Lieutenant was gone.

*V*V*

Drake flew over the city of Berlin, checking the wreckage and rubble of countless bombings for the rendezvous point. He went unnoticed, flying so high that he could not be spotted from the ground below.

Once he spotted the landmark that served as the rendezvous point, he tucked his wings and dove for the ground at breakneck speed. The eastern sky was lightening with the imminent arrival of the sun, and Drake wanted to be inside before it rose and his abilities went away.

He alit and retracted his wings as the first rays of sunlight broke above the horizon, and he knocked on the door of the hideout.

"Ja? Wer ist es?" came the challenge in Deutsch from a female voice asking who it was.

"Ein müder Drache." A weary Dragon, Drake replied.

The door opened, and a well-manicured hand reached out and pulled him inside by the front of his olive drab fatigues.

It was dark inside, and the hand found his and led him through into a dimly lit room full of candles. "It's about bloody time I got some backup here!" The lady laughed musically. "SIS Agent Miriam Talbot, at your service, but you can call me Hellion. And you are?" The lovely brunette turned to look at him, and the smile froze on her face as her eyes went wide.

Miriam was stunned to see a man she hadn't seen in 57 years.

"1st Lieutenant Colton Drake, ma'am. Codename: Dragon." Drake responded with no trace of the English accent he'd had back in London as a Whitechapel CID Inspector.

"Cole..." Miriam whispered, and the light of understanding dawned in Drake's eyes.

"Marielle?" He smiled in surprise and pulled her close into a passionate kiss.

She responded, kissing him back hungrily. Her arms went up and around his neck, pulling him deeper into their kiss.

As they broke the kiss, Drake looked into her eyes. "It's been far too long, Marielle."

"Yes it has, my darling." She replied in a breathless whisper, and then pulled him down for another deep kiss.

As they came back up for air, Miriam cleared her throat. "Cole..."

"Colton, Marielle. That's my real name. Colton Drake is the name I was born with. I only used Cole Drayson as an alias while working in New York as a doctor, and when working for Scotland Yard and London CID." Drake explained.

Miriam smiled. "Colton, then. I would prefer if you call me Miriam, though... at least for now." She kissed him lightly and led him to a table. "Mission first, lover."

They sat down, and Miriam started the briefing on the situation as it now stood.

"First and foremost, you are going to need these." Miriam said, placing a 9mm Walther P-38 and an MP-9 Submachine gun in front of him, along with several boxes of 9mm ammunition.

Drake pulled a 9mm round from its slot and smiled. "Silver bullets."

"Yes, for the Nachtwölfe SS. Somehow, the Nazis captured an Alpha Werewolf, and have been using the enzymes in its saliva to create their Night Wolves." She paused, then went to the board and pulled down the map of Berlin.

Colton watched her walk, and felt himself stirring in spite of the danger and mission at hand. He could barely concentrate on her words as she spoke.

"Colton. Eyes are up here, sweetie." Miriam gave him a smirk.

"Well, if you weren't so damn sexy, I would be able to concentrate better." Drake smirked back.

"It's your fault, Colton. If you hadn't brought up all those bloody memories, I wouldn't have gotten excited." She winked.

"Oh, so it's my fault now? Marie... Miriam, I can't help it. You're the only decent demon I know... Ok, you're the ONLY demon I know. You're not just good, but you're beautiful, sweet, caring, and the most wonderful lover I've ever had." Drake had stood and walked slowly over to her as he told her how he was feeling, and Miriam was getting wetter between her thighs as she remembered their passionate lovemaking when he wasn't searching Whitechapel for Jack.

"Perhaps the briefing can wait." She whispered as he closed with her and took her into his arms.

"I think it can, at least for a little while." Colton whispered to her as his lips took hers, kissing her lovingly as their tongues caressed each other.

Miriam undressed Colton quickly, as he undressed her. They made their way to the bed at the other end of the room, falling onto it together. Colton took her left breast into his mouth, sucking and licking her bullet hard nipple as his other hand squeezed her free breast and played with her right nipple.

Her arms came up and encircled his neck, holding him to her breast as she moaned in ecstasy. "Oh yes, Colton! Don't stop, lover!"

Colton was harder than steel from just being near his demonic lover. He snarled low in his throat as he made love to her breasts with his mouth and hands.

Miriam was growing even wetter between her thighs. Colton could smell her arousal, and descended to taste her. He kissed his way down her stomach, licking and kissing slowly down her beautiful body, listening to her whimpers and purrs of pleasure.

As she opened her legs for him, he kissed the insides of her thighs, up to her dripping pussy. "Yesss, Colton!" Miriam gasped as his tongue entered her, and she couldn't stop the change from overtaking her anymore. Her skin reddened to a startling crimson as she sat up and her wings extended from her shoulder blades. She moaned as the horns grew from her forehead near her hairline, and her long ebony tresses grew even longer. Her tail swished behind her, and her thighs clamped down on Colton's head as she felt her orgasm building.

Colton licked and sucked her clit lovingly, looking up into her red irises and coal black pupils as she opened her mouth and her eyes rolled up into her head. She let out an unearthly scream as she came all over his tongue, and Colton greedily drank of her nectar.

Miriam's body bucked and convulsed as her climax overtook her. Her screams of pleasure were musical in their otherworldly tones.

As her orgasm subsided, Colton moved up over her and her wings came around him as her arms encircled his neck once again. He entered her slowly, his eyes closed as he endured the intense pleasure of being inside her again after so long. Her heat and tightness put mortal women, and even immortal women to shame. Her pussy, still wet from her climax, engulfed him completely as she gazed up at this man, more than mortal, who was also the best lover she had ever known. In the countless millennia of her existence, she had never known a better lover.

Colton thrust into Miriam slowly, his eyes opening to see the dark demonic beauty below him as he lowered his mouth to hers. Their tongues dueled again, dancing the dance older than time immemorial. They moaned into each other's mouth as her wings enfolded them both and held them together. Her legs locked around his buttocks, holding his throbbing manhood inside her as she worked her pussy muscles around him with each thrust he made into her.

Colton knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "I'm going to come, Marielle!" He exclaimed.

"Yes, my love! Come in me! Give me your seed, my darling!" Marielle's own orgasm was imminently approaching as well, her pleasure center locked to his in the link that Succubi establish with lovers and victims alike. She gasped as she actually started to climax before him, and then felt his seed explode from him and into her womb. Marielle once again screamed as she came, and fed from her lover's life force in gentle sips that left him slightly drained, but still healthy.

As they came down from the pinnacle, Marielle rolled them both over until she was straddling his waist. Her wings opened and folded themselves along her back as she looked down at the man who gave her more pleasure and showed her more love than all of her previous lovers combined.

"We have to do this more often, Colton." She sighed as she moved back and forth on him, grinding her pussy down on him with his still hard cock embedded deep inside her.

"I agree, Marielle. You are amazingly beautiful." He reached up and pulled her face down to his as she leaned forward over his body. They kissed again, tongues dancing slowly, in no hurry. They had plenty of daylight to pass before they could hunt for their objective.

April 30th, 1945 1800 hrs. Operation: Wolfbane Commences

Just before sundown, Miriam, back in her human guise, woke her lover from his slumber.

"What time is it?" Colton asked.

"We have an hour to finish the briefing, my love." She said, kissing him sweetly. This man... he did things to her that she had never felt would even be possible for one of her kind.

"That sounds good to me, sweetheart." Colton replied after their kiss ended. He got up and dressed quickly in his fatigue pants, t-shirt, and boots.

"Well, first we are going to have some German uniforms for the first part of the operation. I believe these will fit you." Miriam nodded toward the uniform folded on the table with the red swastika armband lying on top of it.

Drake could barely contain his disgust at the thought of wearing that symbol of the enemy. Miriam took notice. "It is only for a short time until our mission is complete." She said soothingly.

"Good." He nodded stiffly as he changed into the enemy uniform. "After this, I'm going to need several baths to rid the stench from my body."

"I think I'll join you for those, lover." She said, coming up behind him as he finished fastening the uniform buttons and had tightened the armband. "As wrong as this might sound to you, you are definitely handsome in uniform."

"I guess I can take that as a compliment." Colton smirked wryly. "I haven't worn a uniform this tight since the American Revolution."

"Well, I think you make that uniform look good. Just as long as I get to shred it from you later." She winked at his reflection in the mirror.

"I would be honored if you would do so, Marielle." Colton grinned.

"It's Miriam while I'm in human form, Colton." She reminded him.

"Yes, dear." He smirked again, causing her to giggle. She slapped him playfully.

"Alright, your papers." She said handing him his identification papers. "You are Hauptmann Johan Schmidt, and I am Feldwebel Marie Taubach, your driver."

"Ja, fraulein." Colton replied and kissed her. She looked stunning, even in the enemy uniform with her hair pulled up into a bun. "Night has fallen over Berlin, Marie." He said in perfect Deutsch.

"Ja, mein Herr!" She came to Attention and did the sieg Heil salute, which he returned perfectly.

"We're ready. I think it's time to end this." Colton said as he extended his fangs and his eyes glowed golden in the dim light.

"As do I." Miriam replied with a wicked grin of her own. "We'll enter the headquarters building and make our way to the bunker underneath where the night wolves are being prepared as the last line of defense. Once inside, we will kill them all. Any questions?"

"Just one. After this is over, care to get a beer with me? They make astounding beer here, you know." Colton smiled.

"I think we can do that." She winked at him.

"Good. Let's go end this blasted war."

*V*V*

They entered the HQ building of the Third Reich, and passed the highly paranoid guards with little effort, mostly due to Miriam's sexual pheromones that clouded the guards' minds. Once in the bunker complex underneath, it was time to complete their mission.

The Night Wolves were already prowling, and they didn't look like the werewolves Colton had faced in the past. They were nearly human looking, only with pointed ears, fangs, claws, and fur along their jawlines and covering their bodies under their uniforms. They also had red eyes, similar to Marielle in her true form.

Colton scanned them with his enhanced senses, determining that this was a species of werewolf that he had never encountered before. He whispered that to Miriam.

"Well, our silver should still work." She whispered back. With that, she leveled her MP-9 and let loose a barrage of silver laced bullets into the group of Night Wolves standing by a table drinking coffee.

Colton opened up as well at a different group, and all the Night Wolves in the break room fell.

"None leave alive." Colton said as he armored his body and his fangs extended.

"Agreed." Marielle said as she transformed as well, her wings extended and folded along her back as her skin reddened and she looked like the avenging demon she was.

They made their way slowly through the complex, killing as they went. The only exit was behind them, and they fought their way through all resistance slowly.

Colton was grunting with each hit from the enemy's weapons, but kept going as the bullets did no irreparable harm to him.

Marielle was snarling in fury as she annihilated squad after squad of Night Wolf soldiers, finally running out of ammunition and switching to her Walther P-38. She shot them through the head, and soon Colton dropped his SMG and drew his pistol as well.

They were deep within the complex, shooting their enemies down and reloading as they went.

"I'm out." Colton announced as he holstered his pistol and his fingers lengthened, hardened and sharpened into battle talons. He leapt at his closest enemy, disemboweling and decapitating the soldier with two swipes of his talons.

"I love how you do that!" Marielle laughed as she too ran out of ammunition and dropped her pistol before lunging at the closest enemy Night Wolf. She shoved her clawed hand through his chest, and it emerged from his back with his still beating heart clutched in her fist. She laughed, popped the Nazi soldier's heart, and then removed her hand and arm from the dead man's chest.

"Not bad yourself." Colton grinned and winked at her, then turned back toward his own business. Wolven claws slashed his armored skin, but they were no match for a Vampyr at night. Colton's talons shredded Night Wolf after Night Wolf, and even some human soldiers as they tried to shoot the impossible duo down.

Marielle laughed as she flung herself at the nearest soldier, clamping her lips on his and sucking his soul out through his mouth as his body crumbled into dust.

The rest of the soldiers, Night Wolf and Human alike, retreated as they saw the Succubus in all her demonic glory as she syphoned the soul from the young Nazi with her Kiss of Death.