Moonlight once again swept over the land, shadows danced in the beams of the headlights as the car zoomed past the midnight countryside. The night was still young and all sorts of creatures were crawling and creeping across the land. Nightfall was a haven for many things.

Andrelle took the wheel without care. She sped down the road with upmost haste, no caution for the safety of her passenger or herself. There was no time to waste out in the world. If the sun were to rise before she could reach Germany, then both of them would inherit a fiery death.

She glanced over at her passenger. His shaven head rested on the door, his mouth slightly agape while he quietly took in breath. Her husband was fine now, but she feared when he was to wake that he would not be able to control his powers. They had left without any of their possessions, including the drugs Red needed to keep his sanity.

It was a cruel irony she thought. He needed to be comatose in order to stay alive, in order to not damage anything or anyone around him. To live his life he needed to be kept from it.

Andrelle looked back at the road and held her breath. It was all she could do to keep the tears from streaming down her face. She couldn’t cry now. She needed to be strong, not only for Red, but for herself. Red was in so much pain, and she could do nothing about it.

The car’s tires bounced off a small pothole in the road. The car jolted and Red opened his eyes

slightly. He glanced at Andrelle and winked. “I love you.” He smiled and quickly fell back asleep.

Andrelle couldn’t hold back any longer. She let the tears flow down her cheeks as she began to sob quietly. Even with all of her skills, she couldn’t save the man she loved. She hadn’t felt this was in hundreds of years.

The tears in Andrelle’s eyes distracted her from what loomed ahead of her on the road. A woman in white stood in the car’s path. She gazed upon the incoming vehicle with fearless eyes. Wind whipped her enduring hair about in a vortex. Her frail, withered hand rose slightly. She could feel the presence of her prey, her prize, her new pupil to be, in that car, and she would have him for eternity. His power was raw and tremendous, like nothing else she had ever felt before. She liked it, she craved it, and she would have it now.

The vortex of hair shot backwards, flapping in the wind like the cape of a vigilante. The car halted in an instant, suspended in motion by the power of the woman in white.

Andrelle was ripped from her thoughts by a force stronger than nature. The passengers jolted forward violently as the car rose slowly into the air, the tires still spinning madly about. She quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes, focusing on the elderly woman in front of her. “What the hell?”

Red woke from his deep slumber, looking around to grasp the situation. His eyes fixated on the woman who stood outside the windshield. She was young and beautiful. An insatiable aura surrounded her, causing her to glow with powerful attraction. Red couldn’t take his eyes off of the woman. Her face imprinted itself in his mind, her lips moving, voicing her lust for him, and calling to him for salvation from the dark world all around them.

Andrelle pulled up her only pistol. She glanced over at Red. He was in some sort of hypnotic trance. The Lady Vamp looked back at the ancient woman in the road. She was invading his mind. She was a psychic as well, and she had to die. Andrelle raised her weapon and fired a round through the windshield. The bullet was true, but at the last possible moment it curved around the woman in white, planting itself into the asphalt below.

Red’s head instantly turned to Andrelle. He tried to think straight, but his thoughts were no longer his to control. Something more powerful had crept in and set up shop. It was in control now.

His eyes turned white with an unearthly fire. Andrelle yelped in pain as the gun was ripped from her hand, her fingers snapping backwards at the joints. The driver side window shattered as the gun blasted out into the forest nearby.

“Red, what are you doing?” Andrelle’s voice was hoarse with despair. What had happened to him? Her eyes locked onto his. Was there still nothing she could do to save him?

“Andrelle…” The passenger door ripped from the car as red started levitating, “I have fallen for another.” His head turned towards the woman in the road. “My dear Maria.”

He floated out of the car and over to Maria Orsic.

“Red!” Andrelle screamed while trying to unbuckle her seatbelt. She couldn’t lose him now. “Red!” She started clawing at the belt with her good hand as reality crashed down on her like an ocean’s wave. She looked up at the old woman, who gave her one last smirk before the car flung off into the forest at the edge of the road, crashing into a burley tree.

Red paid the car no attention. His only worry was that of pleasing the glorious gift in front of him. This young beauty sent from the heavens. He was happy now, more so than ever before.

Maria smiled and cupped his cheek with her weathered hands. She had control of him now, like she did with so many men before him, but this man was different. He had true power, raw unhindered power, and she was going to mold him into an unstoppable force. Together they could truly be invincible. Together they would rule the new world.

“Come, my love. Let’s start by harnessing your true power.” Maria embraced Red and the air around them started to get heavy and distorted. Images of Hans Kammler’s factory blurred with the reality around them.

“Anything for my angel.” Red embraced her back and with a loud crack, they vanished.

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The glass windshield ejected from the car with a swift thrust from Andrelle’s legs. She climbed from the wreckage holding her broken hand close to her chest. Her fingers were bent in odd directions and blood was streaming into her face from an unknown location on her head. Her shirt was ripped open, only her slim bra to keep her pride about her.

She frantically limped back to the road, looking all over for Red, but he was nowhere to be found. She could feel the tingle of air around her, the same as when they had teleported earlier from the apartments. Red was gone.

Her emotions started to surface again. Was there truly nothing she could do to help him? Was she as powerless as she was made out to be? Her head shot up to the sky. Light would be here in a few hours, and she would die if she was caught out in the open.

She would not succumb to such thoughts. Her father would be ashamed of her now. She was powerful, even if she could not save Red by herself. She had friends who could help her in her time of need. Her friends were her strength. She would find Sam, even if she had to walk the whole way there, she would find Sam, and together, they would save her love.

She coughed to get the lump from her throat and began trudging down the road. She was not powerless.

Hans Kammler scratched his head with his metallic hand. His new creations were underway, and their timing was excellent. His messages were received and some fresh recruits were flowing into his factory. They wanted the power of the mechanical legion at his command, but most of them were still skeptical to his plans. He would turn them to his cause tonight.

It might be silly to others, but Hans needed to lord over other men. Of course he could just rule with his robot army, but there was no romance in that, no human element. He needed followers who shared his own vision, the vision he shared with the Furhur of old. He needed beating hearts, or at least something close to them, to follow him and hold up his new regime of dominance.

He gazed out on the assembly line of robotic soldiers in the making. He still needed raw materials and time to build up enough force to crush the first wave of opposition, and it was only a matter of time before the powers of the world took notice of his operations. He would need to reach out to old allies of the Nazi regime, and he knew of one such man that would be of great help, that is, if the treacherous dog would play along.

“Test one finished.” A robotic voice sounded off in his metal ear. Hans turned and marched to the surgical enhancement room, two robot guards at his rear.

He entered the room, a dozen men stood around the room conversing with each other. Each one’s head was shaven and their bodies were covered with various tattoos, many sported a visible swastika inked into their skin. Their eyes rested on the half-robot, half-human that just entered the room, two large metallic soldiers at his rear.

Hans stepped up to the curtain separating the room in half. He promptly turned on his foot and stood at attention, “Gentlemen.”

The skinheads in the room now gathered to hear the cyborg dressed in an old Nazi officer uniform. A red band was tied around his arm. A white circle with a black swastika was embroidered upon it with the most attention to detail and quality.

Hans pulled the cap from his head and tucked it under his arm. He ran his cold, metal hand through his hair, combing it to the side. “I have invited you all here today to talk about the future, more importantly, the future of the world.” His eyes scanned the group with care, looking for any sign of weakness or treachery. “You all come from different sects and branches of Nazi nationalism. I am here today to bring you all together under one flag. To unite the lost children, the chosen superior race that will sit atop the pyramid that is this world.”

Several of the men smiled and nodded, others were still not as pleased as their counterparts.

“You have seen my soldiers. Metal men who obey any order given to them.” He snapped his fingers for flare. His mind was connected to the robot guards here. He didn’t need to physically call them to his will, but it did help in showing off his power.

A robot guard brought out an old woman in front of the group. It tossed her at Hans’ feet. “If I tell them to kill a Jew, they simply will. No if, ands, or buts. They obey like the perfect soldier they are.” He nodded at the robot and it raised its arm.

“Eliminating” It spoke simple sharp words through its voice module. A bright light shot from its hand and struck the woman dead. She toppled to the ground, not even a sound left her body.

Hans never bat an eye as the woman was murdered. “As you have witnessed, they will be the front line for our invasion of Europe. They will sweep through the land, taking back what is rightfully ours. All the while, they will kill any who stand in our way. The never sleep, never eat, and more importantly, never question your orders with doubts of morality. They will lead us to victory.”

A large man with a beard stepped forward, “So you want us to work for you, is that it?”

Hans looked the man in the eyes with a fierce gaze, “Simply put, yes. Not only do I want you to push forward the agenda that was so brutally stopped over seventy years ago, but…” Hans held up a metal finger, “I want you to be leaders of my metal armies.”

The men in the group smiled and started to talk amongst themselves now, all except one. Hans made a note of the man.

“A leader needs generals and who better than those who have been faithful all these years, even as the world mocked you.” He pointed out at the men.

The group cheered and threw their hands in the air. They were excited now. Their emotions had been riled up and they were ready for change in this dreary world. Hans smiled.

“There is one condition though. On accepting my proposal, you must acknowledge me as your leader, and as such you must obey my primary rule. You must undergo the procedure that will transform you into half-man, half-machine, not unlike myself. This is the new image of the new world. You will be gods among sacks of flesh.” Hans pulled the curtain down and revealed his test subject to the mass of men.

Some gazed with awe, others gasped with horror and looked away. What stood before them was once a man, but now, large portions of his body were replaced with advanced robotic parts. His shaven skull was now made of sleek metal. The left side of his chest, including his arm was completely new, manufactured for an improved performance.

The bearded skinhead spoke up again, “This seems a bit extreme, even for us.”

The man who refrained from cheering stepped forward now. His face was overcome with a scowl. “I don’t think I will be following you here, Hans. Neither will my men. This is madness and you are just some old coon who lost his brain in the war.” He spat on the floor and stared down Hans, issuing a silent challenge.

Hans turned to the new cyborg, “A presentation perhaps?”

The new cyborg nodded and strode forward on his new mechanical legs.

“Don’t hold back, Gunter.” Hans placed his cap back atop his head.

With supernatural speed, his arm shot up and gripped the outspoken man’s throat with ease. With a simple flick of the wrist, the cyborg broke the man’s neck and crushed his throat in the process. The cyborg tossed him on top of the old woman’s body and took his place back behind Hans Kammler.

The rest of the skinheads stood in awe now. The bearded man stepped in front of the group, “Sign me up.” The rest of the men followed suit.

Hans smiled. All was going according to plan. He had his generals in place. Their morals equal. Now he must go meet with his old acquaintance, and acquire some much needed funding for his war. He looked forward to the long awaited meeting.