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[notsaul]

[phone]

So.

I think we all learned some pretty important fucking lessons here.

One: Don't trust anything you hear from stuttering little bitches, because if they'll lie to one person about what their fucking intentions are, they'll definitely have no problem lying to a whole bunch of evil fucks over the phone.

Two: The only thing worse than a fat Nazi

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[sturmbahnfurher]

[That noise. Oh that noise. The Major can't help but add his own laughter to it. Low, and calm, and rhythmic. In many ways, it's probably worse then the cry Annie gives. At the very least, it amplifies it.]

Ah. That sound. That sound, girl.

I've heard it. It and its variations so many times before. In Vichy. During countless operations like Barbarossa. In Warsaw.

Do you know just how many memories I have tied to that sound?

[And quickly, he'll put a foot down on her chest, trying to get her to stop squirming or at least reduce it.]

Like the memories children have at the tingling of bells in winter during Yule, or the smell of threshed grain and produce might be to a farmer after he's cleared his field. There is no sound finer, nothing I appreciate more, then the scream of someone fatally wounded, and knows they're about to die.

[Originally, he had thought about jamming the mistletoe in Annie's mouth, assuming the contact with her digestive tract might be necessary. But to simply be insulting?

He'll attempt to grab her head, and shove the mistletoe in the eyesocket.]

[notsaul]

[There's really only one way to permanently kill a werewolf. Crosses were just myth, and a bullet would hurt anyone, no matter what the metal. For supernatural creatures in Annie's world, it always comes down it one thing. It always comes down to the blood.

Half-crazed with pain and terror, she tries to pull away from him, but it's useless. She can feel something wrong even though her brain can't put the pieces together. It's spreading, she can feel it, with every wild beat of her heart, and the beats just keep getting faster and faster and faster, and her blood feels like fire and her skin feels like stone and why is she so scared won't she just be back tomorrow and never again not again stop please Barukh ata Adonai Eloheinu

Her skin is boiling warm and stiff in a way that even the freshly dead shouldn't be, but there's no pulse and nothing behind her one remaining eye.]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[He watches, grin growing by the second as the girl dies in front of him.

And then? He gets an idea. And grinning he begins to slip his SS regalia jacket off, and covers the girl with it.

He looks around a moment. He'll need time to head home quickly, and he slides her body under one of the benches.

Just a few moments. That's all he needs. A few moments to get what he needs from home and his work will be done.]