Bloody Blitz (closed)

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Lucy Moreau hadn't slept in probably 18 hours, and the influx of men from the front-line was showing no sign of slowing. The German infantry was well entrenched in the little town of Ath, making it more difficult than usual for the attacking force of combined English and American soldiers to take it. If she'd had more than a moment to think, Lucy would have wondered why such a little, out-of-the-way town was worth so many lives.

The hospital had been set up just behind the front lines in an abandoned church. Where there had been pews, there were now rows and rows of beds, filled with injured soldiers. Every doctor and nurse in the building had been working to deal with the huge number of injured coming to them - they were the only hospital for miles, meaning that they were accepting injured from several different locations. Ath was simply the worst.

"Make way! More injured coming in!" a man shouted from the doorway.

A doctor near the door shot him a weary look. "What happened?"

The soldier winced. "An explosion. Took out a large part of a building. Some men were burned, some were crushed by the debris."

Nearly a dozen bodies were brought into the room. Lucy was assigned to triage. It was one of the worst she'd seen in a long time. Most of them were dead - while they were still technically breathing at the moment, nothing to doctors could do would save them now. They'd be dead by morning.

But there was one man... His clothes were torn to the point of being unrecognizable. There wasn't an inch of skin that wasn't burned or flayed or otherwise damaged. Nearly every bone in his body was broken. And yet, his breathing was strong. He was fighting the death that was coming for him and he, unlike the others, looked like he might have the strength to win. She marked him for attention from the doctors, and did what she could to ease the passing of the rest.

One of the doctors came to her, looking annoyed. "Ms. Moreau. This man has no hope of survival. You know as well as I do that our time would be better spent on those who have a chance to survive the night."

Lucy looked with wide blue eyes from the doctor to the man. "But sir! He's breathing on his own! If anyone from that group will survive, it will be him!"

The doctor shook his head. "I know it's difficult, dear. But we have to use our time more carefully." He turned to leave.

"Let me care for him." Lucy hadn't mean to blurt it out, but the thought gave the doctor pause. "Please," she continued. "I'll stitch him back together. Just let me try."

"Fine," the doctor answered wearily. "Do what you wish. Just don't get your hopes up."

Lucy nodded and wheeled the injured man away, taking him to a bed. She couldn't do much for him, but she did what she could. She cleaned him up, she stitched his wounds. By the time she was finished, she was utterly exhausted, and ended up falling fast asleep in her chair beside his bed.

 

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Franz blinked his eyes, his surroundings tinted red as he tried to make sense of what was happening. It took him a moment to realise his eyes were filled with blood, both his and that of other's.

As he tried to reach up to wipe it away the pain caught up with him, burning through his body as a million termites burrowed through his flesh. Unable to control himself he roared out in pain, a bestial cry of pure anguish which rose up from somewhere deep inside.

Beyond the pain, which was almost all consuming, lay the hunger, the ever=present hunger which even now gnawed at him, driving him onwards. Tilting his head Franz caught sight of the bottled blood hanging above the stretcher, jerking his arm he tried to reach for it but his tattered muscles wouldn't respond.

 

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Lucy jerked awake at the sound of a bestial cry of pain. Her patient, against all odds, had awoken already. He reached blindly for the blood pack at his side and she grabbed his wrist as gently as she could.

"Hush, now. I know it hurts, but you're safe here." She knew he probably could barely hear her over the pain he was in, but gentle contact and soft speech were calming, she found. The words themselves didn't matter so much. It seemed simply to be the presence of a person who cared that helped. She reached into the medicine bag sitting next to her and drew out a syringe of morphine. "Careful. This will help with the pain," she cooed softly, trying to be as reassuring as possible as she injected the liquid into the vein in his arm.

He seemed to calm, once she finished. The drug did its work quickly. It gave her a moment to marvel at his recovery. He had not only survived what would certainly have been fatal injuries on another man, but he was awake after only a few hours of rest. His injuries, already, looked like they were days instead of hours old. And the body that was healing beneath the cuts, burns and bruises was certainly an attractive one...

Lucy blushed, a light dusting of pink over her nose and cheeks. She looked back up at his face to see him looking at her, and smiled, pushing a strand of long, blonde hair out of her face. "You're safe. This is an English hospital near Ath. My name is Lucy. Lucy Moreau. I've been caring for you since your arrival."

 

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He could sense the human close to him, its blood thundering through its veins. Through his veil of pain he felt a hand touching his wrist and then a wave of ice flowing up his arm. For a moment he panicked, his body tensing as best it could in its shattered state, he was at this human's mercy and others of his kind had warned him of the 'scientific experiments' they enjoyed performing on captured subject. As the morphine worked its way through his system Franz felt his body relaxing, lulled into peace as the fires of pain were softly dimmed. He could still feel it there, burning every inch of his flesh, but now it was bearable.

Able to focus for the first time he turned his attention to the woman standing over him. He could feel her blood flowing through her body and saw her arousal at the sight of his naked form. Even in his damaged state Franz was still the height of physical perfection, his body toned and muscular in ways no mere human would be able to obtain without constant exercise.

As he tried to reach out with his mind, to take control of his saviour Franz found his powers deficient. Cursing himself quietly he turned to the woman, whose voice barely registered through the dull pain. He recognised the language as English, something he'd learnt a few years earlier but hardly had time to practice since. She was saying something about a hospital, but the rest was just noise to him.

His first thought was to feed, to grab this woman and pull her down onto his fangs, but he knew from bitter experience that kind of reaction generally did not go down well with others and until he knew more about his circumstances it would be best to play things gently.

"Thank you, my dear," He groaned, his voice creaked and croaking, "Might I please be transfused now? As you see I have lost rather a lot of blood."

 

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Lucy blinked, shocked into silence by the fact that he managed to speak. It seemed that he wasn't finished impressing her yet. She collected a blood bag inmediately and hooked it up to him. She hadn't bern allowed to use such a precious resource as blood on a man who was so unlikely to survive, but now that he was awake, she could justify it.

He seemed to sag with relief as soon as the blood began feeding into him. She smiled, pleased with how much less pain he seemed to be in already.

"I'll be back in a moment," she told him softly, and stood. One of her duties - one of her favourites - was feeding the recovering men. It was a relief to see such life after a day of dealing with so much death. It reminded her why she did this work.

"Woohoo!" One of the men whooped as soon as she walked in the door. Sitting on the bed closest to the door, the soldier reached for her, and Lucy dodged nimbly out of the way, giggling. "Nothing I like better than food brought by a pretty lady!"

Lucy blush, grinning. She earned such compliments from the men around the hospital often. She wasn't sure, herself, whether it was that she was really pretty or whether these men were just starved for female attention. In truth, Lucy was a very lovely woman. Wide, blue eyes, an infectious smile, thick, wavy blonde hair. She had wide, rounded hips, a narrow waist and a generous chest, giving her a pleasing hour-glass shape reminiscent of the pin-up girls of the time. "Now, now, flirting won't convince me to sneak you any extras!" she teased, serving the food.

She returned to her patient almost an hour later, and when she stepped through the curtain that concealed the private space occupied by his bed, she gasped. He looked like he'd been recovering for a week, not a day. His injuries were old and looking like they were healing extremely well. "I've never seen anything like this!" She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over him. His stitches were ready to come out. She started cutting them gently away. "You're a miracle," she told him with a smile.

 

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Smiling back Franz stretched his mental muscles, teasing his way into the nurse's mind quickly picking out the basic information about his surroundings. He quickly learnt that the hospital was a frontline triage centre, and that he had been brushed aside by all the other medics apart from this one nurse. That was good, if they all thought he was dead it would be a lot easier for him to sneak away. The only problem he had was the nurse, the only person who knew he'd survived.

His first reaction was to simply kill her, after all she was only cattle to him, a piece of blood-soaked meat to be drained and discarded, but as he pressed deeper into her mind he could sense a yearning hunger of her own buried beneath the surface, something he could use to control her and perhaps make her his.

Reaching out his arm, now fully healed after the influx of fresh blood, he touched the side of her face gently with his fingertips. "You are truly the miracle, my dear." He said, his voice purring with an undercurrent designed to lower his prey's defenses. "A beauty and a miracle worker. Without you I would surely have died."

Slowly he let his fingers slip down the side of the young girl's neck, grazing over her pulsing artery for a moment before resting his hand gently on her shoulder, at once reassuring her and holding her in place. "There must be some way I can repay you?" He said with a smile, flexing his naked muscles to draw her attention to his perfect physique.

 

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Lucy blushed at his compliment, then again as her gaze trailed down his body. "R-repay me?" she repeated softly. She looked back up at him, a flush of arousal growing on her face and neck. "I, um, I'm certain you don't have to repay me. I mean, this is my job..." Her voice died, her throat going dry at the way he was looking at her. There was lust in his gaze, combined with a fierce kind of hunger.

She simply sat there, trapped by his gaze for a moment. "What's your name?" she asked weakly. Part of her felt fear, a primal fear like that of prey, and an instinct to run from him. But she felt frozen, so she stayed, like an animal cornered by a predator.

 

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For a moment Franz wondered how he should reply, the question was a lot more complicated to one of his kind than most humans would realise. In the end he decided that a partial truth was probably the best way to go, after all who would she check with. "Franz Dumont." He said, his tone steady and sincere, "I was with the Belgian reserves sent in as part of the first wave." All perfectly true, while at the same time concealing the truth.

He needed to get out of here and soon. The other doctors may have discarded him on first inspection, but one was sure to notice a walking, talking corpse before long. Pushing himself up into a sitting position Franz swung his legs down off the side of the table, his head spinning slightly from dizziness. He'd emptied the full bottle of blood but his wounds had been severe, almost life threatening, and he'd already ingested all that had been offered. If he wanted to regain his strength he needed more blood, he needed to feed.

Reaching out his arm towards the nurse he smiled at her seductively. "Help me up my dear, I need some fresh air." He said, his tone carefully balanced as an order she wouldn't be able to resist.

 

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Lucy couldn't resist, not that she wanted to. Her miracle patient, Franz, was looking healthy and hale, and wanted to get some fresh air. "Of course!" She got to her feet and collected a spare pair of pants and a jacket for him, then helped him to his feet. It was difficult to ignore how he felt against her, but that was unprofessional. Sure, she flirted with the soldiers, but she never acted on those flirtations. Of course, she'd never been drawn to any of them the way she was to Franz.

She helped him outside. The hospital was still busy enough that none of the other doctors even recognized that they were leaving. Behind the church building was a small garden, comparatively untouched by the fighting. It was walled off, but the wall was only about 3 feet high. She helped him to a bench in a quiet corner of the garden, intensely aware that they were very much alone out here. "Better?" she asked softly, sitting down next to him.

 

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The dark garden was perfect, walled off and private, away from the main road, there was little chance they would be discovered for some time. Reaching out his mind Franz could see the desire in the nurse's mind, the desire which had been there ever since he'd woken up, and with a little push he planted the suggestion that she may wish to help her patient a little more intimately.

"Such a beautiful night," He commented as they sat on the bench, gazing up at the night's sky. In the distance the ever present sound of artillery fire could be heard and the distant horizon was lit by the occasional flash of explosions, but above them the sky was clear and the stars bright.

"Of course, it isn't as beautiful as you." He said, smiling over at Lucy. Reaching out a hand he gently cupped her face in his palm, guiding her head around towards his as he pressed his mouth to hers.

 

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Lucy drew in a sharp breath through her nose when his lips found hers. She got about halfway through a thought about this sort of behaviour being inappropriate before the taste and smell of him simply overwhelmed her and she melted easily into him, returning his kiss with a soft sigh.

They parted for breath after a moment, as Lucy found herself seated neatly in his lap, her hands pressed against his warm, solid chest. "I'm not supposed to be doing this," she protested, though she sounded entirely unconvinced. She wanted to be closer to him. She knew it was insane - the man had only spoke a handful of words to her! - but she couldn't deny it. Something about him pulled her, like an animal magnetism that appealed to her instincts and overrode her mind.

Softly, hesitantly, she leaned forward, closing the distance between them again, and kissed him.

 

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For a moment Franz let the girl have control, moving his mouth against hers as she moved her tongue over his. Slowly he reached own with his hand, placing it on her knee before sliding it up her thigh, pulling her tight white uniform with it. As he reached the top of her stockings he twisted his hand around, slipping it up and under the skirt so that his fingers pressed against her crotch.

In her mind Franz slowly pulled memories of previous liaisons and their associated emotions to the surface, priming his prey for what was to come and sweetening her blood with the chemicals of love. He could feel her body reacting to him, her blood pumping faster and flowing where he directed it. Soon she would be ready for the feeding.

 

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Lucy gasped at Franz's finger brushed ever so softly against the thin cotton of her panties. What was she doing, allowing this?! She should slap him. She should stand up and run away. And yet... there was a flood of heat that rushed through her body at that simply touch, leaving her craving more. So, instead of escaping, she pulled herself closer to him, gasping and moaning softly against his lips. Her hips pressed against his hand as his fingers brushed against her again.

"Please..." she whispered, her voice thick with heat and lust. "Please.... More..."

 

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Pulling back from the kiss Franz ran his free hand down the side of Lucy's face while his other softly stroked the moistening material between her thighs. Slipping off of the bench he dropped to his knees in front of her as he moved his hands down to her knees, pressing his palms against them with a strong steady pressure which urged the nurse to spread them for him as he smiled up at her.

With his mind he delved a little deeper into her memories, pulling up her darkest, most intimate fantasies and laying them before her as though they were her own thoughts in that moment. He wanted her to know the true pleasure of total surrender, and soon she would.

 

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Lucy whimpered, her mind racing away from her, showing her images of all the things she didn't want to admit she desired. She wanted Franz, she wanted him to take her and to mark her. The devilish smile he shot at her when he knelt between her open legs made her gasp. She was innocent - the thought of oral had never even occurred to her. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, breathless and panting with desire.

 

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"Do not worry," Franz said with a smile, his fangs glistening in the moonlight for a moment, "I will not hurt you." He knew it was a lie, but she didn't need to know that as well. Reaching into her mind he gently eased her fears as he lowered his face towards her thigh before pressing his lips to the soft skin.

Slowly he began to make his way up the inside of her leg, his lips fluttering from one spot to the next as he made his way ever higher. Moving his hands down, he pressed them against Lucy's thighs, spreading them as wide as they would go as his face pressed against the fold between her thigh and crotch. Her skin was so tender there and its taste so sweet Franz couldn't help but take a moment to flick his tongue out and lap ever so gently over it.

He could feel the blood pump hard, right beside his face. The largest artery in the human body there for the taking. He was tempted to simply sink his fangs into her and drain the girl where she sat, but he knew if he did the fear would taint her blood before he was done. No, there was a better way than that, a trick he'd been taught by a Master in Budapest many years before.

Tilting his head away from the tempting feast Franz reached out with his tongue, running it up over Lucy's moist panties as he tasted the flavour of her. The sweetness hang in his mouth for a moment, almost as alluring as the tang of blood to come. Reaching up with both hands her wrapped his fingers around the fragile cloth, letting his thumb nails grow just enough to cut the material away.

As the flimsy garment fell down in front of him Franz faced Lucy's naked sex with a smile. He had no need of heightened senses to smell her arousal, but with them he could pick out each wonderful note which made up the unique chorus of aroma which made Lucy irreplaceable to the world. Without waiting any longer Franz darted his head forwards, his mouth locking around her moistness as he plunged his long tongue up into her.

 

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Lucy gripped the edge of the bench hard, her knuckles going white from the intensity of it. She was utterly lost in her lust as Franz worked his way teasingly up her thighs. She'd never felt quite like this before, like her body was burning up from the inside.

She whimpered softly when his tongue glided up the outside of her panties and she lifted a shaking hand to bury her fingers into his hair. "F-Franz," she mewled softly, her hips pressing forward, seeking more. She couldn't say what happened to her panties, only that, suddenly, they were gone. And this his hot mouth was on her, his tongue sliding into her.

She choked back a cry, tilting her head back and gripping his hair in her fist. It was good that the bench was up against one of the garden's walls - she collapsed back onto it, her hips circling of their own accord as he devoured her.

 

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He didn't stop as he felt Lucy moving under him, instead he slid his hands down under her, taking hold of her buttocks gently but firmly as he let her hips move against his mouth. The warmth of her spread over his face and began to drip off of his chin as his tongue moved deeper into her than any human tongue would be able to reach.

She was tight, surprisingly so, and Franz had to flex his muscular tongue hard, pulsing it along its length, as he slowly spread her wider. He could feel her shivering beneath him and hoped it was from his attentions and not the cool night air which gusted around them as he took his time to drive her passions ever higher.