Contains graphic sex and possibly offensive things. I do not support the Nazis or what they did. I wrote what came into my head in this story, so don't think that any of this reflects my views.
Cosette’s Adventures in Nazi Germany
Cosette was in her mansion asleep, dreaming of Marius and Louis. She had had a row with them the other day about their nonchalant attitude towards human tragedies such as the Holocaust. She believed that they could have easily stopped it and not doing so constituted gross negligence. They had told her that something like that would have happened eventually and that it was best to let the humans get it out of their systems and regard it as a grave lesson afterwards. Marius had told her that the only way humans learned something was through severe pain. Cosette had responded that it was their vampiric duty to protect humans and stop such horrible events. Both vampires had scoffed at such an idea, pissing Cosette off enough to yell at them. She had thrown a copy of Anne Frank’s diary at them. “So it was okay to allow this little girl to be slaughtered just so humanity could learn a lesson?” she had yelled. Marius had raised an eyebrow and replied, “You would not have known of this girl if not for the Holocaust. This diary is the only reason the world is so obsessed over her. I admit, she was a bright little one, but bright and beautiful humans are murdered every day and nobody cares. Thousands of children worldwide are murdered by their own caregivers every day. You yourself were nearly murdered by your own uncle. That little holocaust was nothing special.” Cosette had become very angry at this point and began to cry from frustration. Louis had attempted to take her into his arms only to be slapped. Then both men left the mansion and Cosette cried herself to sleep. Suddenly, Cosette’s phone rang, waking her from her dream. Cosette sat up to find herself outside in deep snow. She stood up and looked around, wondering whether or not she had really woken up. This seemed like a dream to her. Then she was approached by soldiers. She immediately recognized them as SS as panic filled her. She thought they would be angry at an American girl trespassing in Germany. But instead, they seemed concerned about her. They seemed to be asking if she was all right. She could not understand a word they were saying. All she knew was she had to run before they figured out she was American. They seemed to sense her fear and spoke in soft soothing tones. She looked down and saw blood drip onto the snow. Freaked out, she broke free and ran as fast as she could away from them.
She woke up in a hospital connected to a primitive IV. She did not remember that she was in Germany. In fact, she barely remembered the fight with Marius and Louis. “Where am I?” she asked in her native French. A male voice replied, “You’re in the hospital, mein lieber.” Cosette frowned at the words she did not recognize or understand. She tried to sit up only to be gently pushed back down by the man sitting in a chair by her bed. “Lay still, mein lieber. You are very ill.” he told her. Cosette looked and nearly went into a panic at seeing Adolf Hitler sitting by her, a gentle smile on his face. “What happened?” she asked, unable to think of anything else to say. Hitler replied, “I found you a few days ago lying in the snow, unconscious. I brought you here. The doctors think you fell a great distance. Do you remember falling?” Cosette answered, “No, I don’t remember anything. I must have hit my head.” Cosette didn’t quite know how to act so she smiled at Hitler, trying to be sweet and humble at the same time. Hitler reached over and gently took her hand. Cosette liked this action and despite herself she began to warm up to him. Her smile became sincere and she squeezed his hand. She suddenly wanted him to hug her but didn’t know how to ask for it. She had never been so unsure around anybody before. She decided to go for it, and she threw her arms around him in a warm embrace. He stiffened at first but then relaxed and hugged her back. Tears of happiness ran down her cheeks as she was held. She instinctively snuggled into the male warmth surrounding her. “Daddy.” she murmured, wishing it were true. She no longer cared what atrocities this man had commissioned, she was deeply in love with him. After several minutes, he broke the hug and made her lie down. “How old are you, mein lieber?” he asked. Cosette lied, “Twelve.” She wanted to call him daddy but didn’t dare. He smiled at her. “You can call me daddy if you want mein lieber.” Cosette grinned and said, “My name is Clara, by the way, Daddy.” Hitler said, “What a beautiful name. Clara, I know this is sudden, but would it be all right with you if I adopted you? You are the sweetest little girl I have ever met, and I already feel a strong connection with you. Besides, Germany needs a little princess like you, someone who is sweet and kind for people to look to for comfort in this stressful time of war.” Cosette said, “A princess! I would love to be the princess of Germany.” Hitler grinned at her. “Who are your parents, Clara? I need them to relinquish their parental rights so I can adopt you.” Cosette shrugged. “I don’t know. They abandoned me when I was very small. I was raised by an Italian man until I turned ten and he kicked me out to fend for myself.” She was going to involve the Vultori whether they liked it or not. Hitler frowned. “I’m sorry, mein lieber, We will find these people who abandoned you and they will be punished.” Cosette wanted to grin at the idea of the Vultori being punished by a bunch of mortals but she managed to continue the act of being a sad and traumatized little girl, which wasn’t difficult seeing as she had been exactly that in her real childhood. She extended her arms for another hug. Suddenly she began to cough hard. She instinctively put her hands to her chest as the coughing fit continued. Hitler seemed beside himself with concern for her and spoke in fast German, which Cosette could not understand. She looked up at him and coughed blood all over his face. “Sorry!” she said in French with her eyes wide, expecting him to hit her. But instead he called down the hall for the doctor. The doctor, who happened to be nearby, came running into the room. Cosette nearly smirked at his panicked reaction. She supposed it was beneficial to her to have Adolf Hitler care about her because everyone was afraid of him and rushed to do whatever he said or needed. The doctor saw the blood everywhere and immediately a determined sort of calm came over him. He walked over to her and began to treat her the best he could according to his limited 1930‘s medical knowledge. She knew he was most likely very well informed and read in this time period, but that it simply wasn’t good enough for her 21rst century pneumonia. She wanted to tell him what she knew he needed to do, but she did not have enough oxygen in her lungs to do so. Besides, she knew it would shock both the doctor and Hitler beyond their ability to cope if she began to throw 21rst century medical knowledge at their 20th century minds. She wanted Hitler to think she was an innocent little girl, albeit very intelligent. If he knew the level of medical knowledge she had, her sweet image would be irrevocably shattered. So she sighed inwardly and allowed the doctor to inject her with what she guessed were primitive antibiotics. Everything in this place was primitive compared to what she was used to in 2014. This whole damn hospital seemed ancient and crudely designed. Cosette could not help but look around her in disgust. The IV line was not a clear plastic bag attached to a metal pole with a tube attached to her arm via a needle. Instead it was a bottle that she was sure was made of glass. She made a mental note to investigate that later. And she had no idea what was dripping into her arm. She could only hope it was saline. She had to ask to assuage her fear and anxiety. So she turned back to the doctor and asked in a tone that she tried to keep level and sweet despite her lingering repugnance, “Doctor, this IV line is filled with saline, is it not?” The doctor seemed surprised at the abbreviation and at the fact she obviously knew what she was talking about. He shook his head. “No, not saline, Prinzessin. It is morphine to alleviate the pain from your fall. You were crying when Herr Hitler brought you in here and your skull was deeply cracked.” Cosette noticed that the room was very quiet for a hospital room. There was no EKG beeping with her heart’s rhythm. In fact there weren’t any machines at all in the room. They hadn’t been invented yet. Digital wasn’t even a word yet and it wouldn’t exist in any form for at least 10 to 20 years, depending on what year she was currently in. She wanted to ask, but she knew they would think she was insane for not knowing it and she knew what the Nazis did to the insane. So since she didn’t fancy a trip to the gas chambers anytime soon or a lethal injection, she kept her mouth shut. She wished there was a TV to entertain her, but she knew she wouldn’t like any of the shows. Besides being in a language she had no hope of understanding, they were all in black and white which she only liked for Shirley Temple films that were never colorized. She was spoiled by high definition color TV and she knew it. It almost seemed pointless to watch anything else. She also knew manga had not yet been invented. In short, there was nothing at all to do. She felt like she was in the Twilight Zone. Then she laughed at herself. She couldn’t believe her own attitude towards technology she hadn’t even known about until a few years ago. She had gotten along without Apple’s influence for centuries but now she felt almost despondent at the thought of even a day without her Macbook. She knew that it was silly and childish to feel like that about a hunk of metal and wires, but she couldn’t help herself. Facebook seemed to be calling her name right now, along with the chocolate truffles Lestat had given her for no reason whatsoever. She wondered if such candy existed in this time period. She reached for her pink phone to Google her query but was jerked back to reality when she found it wasn’t there. She decided to go to sleep for lack of anything to do. She was out of her mind with sheer boredom. She couldn’t remember what she had done to entertain herself all those years before Apple came along. She remembered asking Marius that question and getting a disgusted and disdainful answer. She laughed a little, knowing he wasn’t too fond of advanced technology. In fact, he still used cassette tapes instead of CD’s and his TV was from the 80‘s. Louis’ refusal to use or even acknowledge the existence of such things as computers and even radios was normal and Cosette had learned to accept it half a century ago, but Marius was a learned and intelligent man. That he had a TV at all made Cosette annoyed that he was so slow to upgrade. When the 80‘s hit, he was all over technology, buying a stereo and TV and Walkman like he was finally catching up with human tech. But after that he seemed too content with his obsolete and outdated things. He had never even looked twice at a computer even though Cosette tried to buy him one. She was sure the laptop she had ended up getting was collecting dust somewhere on a shelf in his mansion, never even touched, perhaps even still in the box it came in. She was the only vampire she knew of to own any sort of tablet device. Even Lestat, who seemed so up with fashion, barely even knew how to operate his PC. Cosette had to constantly show him how to do the simplest things. She hadn’t gotten into technology until recently either, but that was because technology hadn’t begun to get anywhere near interesting enough to attract her attention until the late 90‘s. Cosette was brought quite suddenly out of her reverie by the doctor tying a tourniquet around her arm and beginning to look for a suitable vein. She did not enjoy doctors who weren’t highly skilled phlebotomists trying to draw her blood. Carlisle was the only doctor she allowed to do so. She glared at the doctor through her eyelashes as he felt along her arm, a frown of slight frustration on his features. She could tell he was having trouble finding a vein in her arm. He flicked her arm in a vain attempt to make her veins rise to the surface. He finally seemed to find a vein and smiled at the success. “You are going to feel a sharp prick and then it may sting a little afterwards Prinzessin.” he told her in French. She did not want to reveal she was awake yet, so she tried to brace herself without moving. Before she was ready for it, she felt a needle go into her hand with a huge stabbing pain. She winced despite herself and moaned. Immediately the doctor apologized for hurting her. A male hand was on her other arm, trying to soothe her. She tried to smile for his sake, knowing it was Hitler. But the blood draw was extremely painful and soon she grimaced again in pain. She exhaled, trying her best to deal with the pain even as it began to get worse as her vein started to fail. Hitler wrapped his arms around her in a fatherly motion of comfort. “It’s going to collapse, doctor.” she blurted out, knowing if that happened the vein would shut itself off and calcify, which was one thing she did not need with her current injuries. The doctor glared at her for a split second as Hitler’s hold on her tightened in obvious concern. Cosette could clearly see the doctor did not like taking advice from a patient. She knew that doctors in this time period thought their patients knew almost nothing about medicine and that they were slight idiots when it came to illnesses, and for the most part that was true because the internet did not exist. People couldn’t simply go online to learn about medicine and diseases, nor could they walk into a bookstore and buy medical literature written in easily understandable language. In this time period medical texts were reserved for physicians or the rare wealthy gentleman like Marius who had a whole library of rare and expensive tomes. But the doctor was just going to have to suck it up because she refused to be mishandled by an imbecile who thought penicillin was the cutting edge of medical science. The princess act was going to have to wait. She said in an authoritative tone, “Doctor, move the needle to a more appropriate vein before this one collapses and closes up for good.” As she said this, she realized it was already too late as her vein failed completely and started to calcify. The bruise that was already surrounding the puncture site spread and became a sickly green. Hitler could barely contain a gasp of horror as he saw this. The doctor yanked out the needle with too much force, clearly angry at being upstaged by a little girl. Hitler was obviously getting angry at the treatment of his daughter as blood spurted from the now gaping wound. As the doctor untied the tourniquet and moved towards the other arm, Hitler moved it away from his reach. “Don’t hurt her.” he said in an iced lava tone, obviously trying to keep calm. “Don’t you dare harm my daughter, doctor. I cannot remain civil with a man who harms my precious child simply because he is angry that she is more observant than he is, or a physician who causes undue pain to a patient from his inability to find a vein that won’t collapse.” The doctor looked ready to disobey Hitler and for a frightful moment, Cosette was afraid he was going to grab her arm and stab the needle into it without a care to anything except hurting her. But instead the man sighed in resignation and a humble and apologetic smile came over his lips. “I apologize, mein fuhrer. I was indeed angry at the Prinzessin for being smarter than me and for reproaching me in front of you. I thought she was doing it on purpose so that you would think less of me and more of her. But now I see she was only trying to gently correct my err in judgment before I made a fool of myself. She was trying to help, but my vanity prevented me from seeing that until now.” He took Cosette’s free hand in both of his and looked into her eyes before kneeling to her level. “I apologize, Prinzessin, for harming you both through sheer stupidity and through anger and petty vanity.” Cosette saw the perfect opportunity to act like a true princess and perhaps redeem herself in Hitler’s eyes. So she gave a small sweet smile and said in a tone laced with sugar, “It is all right, Doctor. You got angry and lashed out. It happens to all of us at one time or another. And you had good reason to be angry in the first place because of my difficult and tiny veins. I oughtn’t have scolded you when you were trying your best. You had no way of knowing that my only viable veins are in my shoulders.” The doctor grinned and said, “Thank you, Prinzessin! You are a sweet and kind little girl, and the truest princess I have ever met.” Cosette blushed at the compliment. She never got used to the warm feeling of being praised, even though Louis and Marius tried to praise as much as possible. And certainly the Native Americans she knew and loved praised her all the time, especially in bed. Epenow, her lover for over a century, was the best one in that category. He acted like each time was better and more amazing than the last. She then began to remember the hot orgies she had had in the forests of 18th century colonial Virginia. Aptly named since she had been a virgin herself when she first came there, until a handsome and shirtless chief turned her head and she eagerly accepted the invitation into his teepee for a night of sex. She did not notice that she was blushing hotly as she relived that night in her mind, then moved on to the orgies she had organized years later. She had also had a few threeways with men from three different tribes. She had always liked diversity in her sex life and with so many different tribes to choose from, it was never difficult to find or maintain. She wished that chief were here now so she could fuck him right here in front of the doctor and Hitler. She could imagine the shocked looks on their faces, or perhaps they would enjoy the show and get highly aroused. She was snapped back to reality as the doctor placed a cool hand on her forehead and frowned. “She has a fever, Herr Hitler.” Cosette, now far past being a sweet little princess, said in a sardonic tone, “Wow, a fever?!? Who would’ve guessed that leaving a gaping wound in my hand to fester could give me a fever?!? What a complete and utter shock. Man, just when you thought you knew medicine this pops up, doesn’t it?” The doctors mouth dropped open at her audacity, making her laugh aloud. “Are you feeling all right?” he asked in concern. In reply she just laughed more. “I think she’s delirious from fever, mein fuhrer. She needs to lie down and rest while I get some antibiotics.” Hitler laid her down as the doctor injected something into a large vein in her shoulder and then ran out. Cosette was already feeling sleepy as the door closed behind him. She blinked several times, fighting the heavy darkness of sleep that was looming over her. Hitler ran his hand over her cheek and kissed her forehead. “It is all right, Clara. Go to sleep now. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here when you wake, mein leiber.” He then gently closed her eyelids with a soft sweeping motion. Cosette finally gave in and surrendered to sleep.
When she woke up, Cosette smiled at seeing Hitler sitting by her bed, his hand holding hers, his thumb stroking her fingers. “Good morning, Daddy.” she said as she squeezed his hand. He grinned at seeing her awake. “Good morning, Clara. Are you feeling better?” Cosette replied, “Much better, Daddy. How long have I been asleep?” She noticed it was nighttime now. She wondered if Marius and Louis had noticed her missing yet, or if they thought she was still mad over their fight. Epenow would be out of his mind with worry. He lived with her and had probably known she was missing that morning. She missed him already. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she barely heard Adolf tell her she had been asleep for nearly a month. Suddenly the doctor came back in and sighed in relief. “Prinzessin, I am very glad to see you awake. I thought you might not recover. How are you feeling?” Cosette was about to reply when she suddenly had a wave of dizzy hunger. She could not help but stare for a moment at the doctor’s jugular vein that seemed to bulge out of his neck, filled with warm and delicious blood. She considered taking him, but knew that would never be condoned or allowed. It was murder, after all, and even in Nazi Germany murder was a capital crime. Still her muscles tensed, ready to pounce on him like a cat on a mouse. She put her hand to her head, feigning a hunger headache. “I feel quite dizzy all of a sudden.” she said in a weak voice. Hitler seemed once again concerned and looked desperately at the doctor for help. “Doctor, what is the matter with her?” he asked, an edge of panic in his voice. The doctor said, “She hasn’t eaten in weeks; she must be famished. I’ll get some food right away.” He ran out the door, leaving Cosette alone with Adolf Hitler, the dictator of Germany. She felt very uncomfortable being alone with him. It wasn’t that she was afraid of him, but that she was afraid for him, a defenseless mortal trapped in a room with a starving vampire. What was worse was that he was completely unaware of his predicament and thus completely vulnerable to mind control, though she doubted if she’d need it. His guard was nonexistent with her, and she could do whatever she wanted. Just as she was debating whether to lunge at him or not, the doctor came back in with a tray full of food, unknowingly saving Hitler’s life. Cosette became excited at the prospect of food. She hoped it was better than the food she had gotten last time she was in the hospital, the time that rival mobster had had the audacity to shoot her through her spleen. She remembered Vinny had to sneak in some lamb steak for her. She would kill for some steak right now, or some shrimp scampi. Vinny’s wife Sofia made the most delicious shrimp scampi on the planet. Cosette licked her lips at the thought. The doctor smiled at her reaction and set the tray on her lap. To her surprise, she saw shrimp scampi on it. She gave the doctor an incredulous look. “How did you know I wanted this?” she asked in shock. The doctor said, “It was already prepared when I went to ask for food for you. Someone said a woman named Sophia made it.” Cosette could not cope with this level of shock. “Sophia Asaro? Sophia Mariana Asaro who lives in the year 2014 made this food?” she asked, slipping into the Italian-American accent she got while living with the mafia in New York several years ago. Suddenly she was right outside her favorite Italian cafe in Queens. Vinny was sitting at a table a few feet away. She walked through the door and ran up to him. “Vincent ‘the mango’ Asaro?” she said as she ran up to his table. He looked up and said, “Cosette ‘coffee’ Lincoln? You shouldn’t be here, kid!” Cosette frowned. “I just appeared here from Germany. Someone must have summoned me.” Vinny said, “I was thinking of you, but I never wanted you to come here. It’s too dangerous. The Russian mafia is about to attack this place. There’s probably gonna be a shootout and then a fire fight, and if all goes well, the enemy will learn not to mess with us as much.” Cosette smiled. “And you were wishing I was here because you know I would end the fight in our favor as soon as it began.” Vinny nodded. “But you’re just a kid. It’s way too dangerous for you to be here. Last time you were in a fight you got shot through the chest and we never saw you again. We thought you were dead.” Cosette said, “Vinny, Vinny, did you honestly think I could be killed? I am over two centuries old. If I haven’t died by now, I’m not gonna.” As she said this she heard footsteps approaching. She turned to face the door. Vinny raised an eyebrow for a split second before grabbing Cosette’s arm. “No. Don’t go out there. For your kids’ sakes. It was one thing for you to fight for the family when you were single and all, but now you’re a mom. You can’t risk leaving them without a mom. I-” Vinny’s eyes flew open wide for a second or two as his face lost all color. Cosette saw red spreading over his mob suit. Then he collapsed in a pool of his own blood. Cosette felt for a pulse even though she knew he was dead. She grabbed the plastic butter knife off of the table, her vision turning red from impending blood tears. Then she lunged at the assailants who were entering the cafe, not having recognized her as a valid threat. She knocked one of them to the floor and stabbed the knife into his chest with preternatural strength, managing to get it through the heart wall. She pulled it out to stab him again but it broke, leaving most of it in his heart. She screamed in fury at Vinny’s death. “You fucking bastards! How dare you kill him!” she shouted as she grabbed the next available weapon which happened to be Vinny’s bloodstained coffee cup, filled with still hot coffee. She took the lid off and splashed the scalding liquid onto the next attacker, making him scream in pain. “Russian coward.” she said, moving on to her next target. She punched him in the face with all her vampiric strength, shattering all the bones and sending shards of skull into his brain. Then, seeing all the mobsters were dead, she took Vinny’s gun and pointed it at her own head, finger on the trigger. “Cosette, don’t!” She looked and saw Luca running towards her. He pried the gun from her hand and threw it on the table, then took her in his arms. “He’s dead, Luca! Vinny’s fucking dead!” she sobbed, bursting into tears. “I know, baby. It’s all right, everything’s gonna be fine. I know this is really hard for you but I’m here for you and I ain’t gonna ever leave you again.” He said soothingly, gently rubbing her back. “I want to die, Luca! I just wanna die!” With that she reached for the gun on the table. Luca grabbed her hand. “No, baby. Don’t talk like that. I know you’re depressed and all, but suicide isn’t the answer. I promise, I’ll get you the help you need, but please don’t try to kill yourself ever again. My heart can’t take almost losing you like that. We’re not called the Family for nothing. You’re like a niece or daughter to me. I love you very much, Cosette, and that ain’t ever gonna change.” Cosette hugged him tightly for a few seconds, once again enjoying the feel of a man hugging her. Then she sighed. “I’m sorry, Luca.” she said as she grabbed his gun. “Cosette, no!” shouted Luca, reaching for her but it was too late as Cosette put the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger, sending blood and brains all over Luca and Vinny’s corpse. Luca fell to his knees and began to cry, holding Cosette’s body to his chest.
Cosette woke up once again in a Nazi German hospital. She was saddened to see Hitler was not there. She wondered if she had appeared in an alternate timeline, one in which Hitler had never met her. She slowly stood up, careful not to rip the IV out of her arm. Just as she began to walk towards the door, it opened to admit Hitler and the doctor, who were chatting. “Daddy?” she said, hoping he knew her. Adolf turned around and grinned at the sight of her, but then frowned. “Clara, you ought to be in bed! You are not well enough to be walking.” Cosette sighed in relief that she was in her own timeline. She began to walk back to bed but slipped and began to fall. Adolf quickly caught her in his arms. “Here, Clara, let me help you.” he said in a fatherly tone. Cosette could tell he enjoyed being a father very much. He helped her to the bed and then surprised her by lifting her in his arms and then setting her down in the bed. She did not know what to make of that. She had not been lifted into a man’s arms since she was sick with fever a few years ago and her Cherokee lover who happened to also be a medicine man lifted her and carried her back to his village after she fell ill during a romantic rendezvous. Adolf frowned again and felt her forehead. She realized she must be blushing at the thought of her lover. She wanted to explain, but knew it would destroy any remnants of the sweet innocent little princess that he thought her to be if he knew she had gone through colonial America fucking any native American man she could, sometimes three or four at a time. She remembered wanting to travel back in time so she could sleep with the Aztecs, but she never did because she was too busy with the Indians. There were so many sexy braves going around shirtless that she couldn’t leave for more than a few days without at least one in her bed. The doctor put a thermometer under her tongue. Cosette resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she noticed it was an old-fashioned mercury one instead of a digital one. She had to remind herself that digital hadn’t been invented yet as the doctor waited patiently for the results. After several minutes, the doctor took the thermometer out of her mouth and shook it before glancing at it. “Her fever is gone, which is a good sign. Perhaps she was simply blushing.” Cosette felt angry at him for telling the truth instead of lying for her. If she was still in the mafia, she might just make him ‘disappear’ for that kind of betrayal. She considered rubbing him out, but knew his death would be noticed and connected to her. She had never been very careful about crime scenes and hiding evidence because the police in New York never arrested her. They worked closely with her mafia due to their connections and didn’t seem to care who she killed. She knew it was different here, that she would be sentenced to immediate execution if she murdered anybody, especially since the doctor hadn’t really done anything and she couldn’t say she was provoked. So she reluctantly gave up on the doctor’s death, at least by her hands. Perhaps later she could yell rape and he would be killed in jail for molesting the princess. “I am feeling much better now.” she said, suddenly sick of being in the hospital. The doctor smiled. “You seem stable now, perhaps you may go home in a day or so if you continue to improve.” Cosette sat up, feigning eagerness. She did not want to remain in the hospital for more than an hour. She then began to stand up. “Clara, you’re not well enough to stand.” Cosette raised an eyebrow. “You nearly fell, mein lieber. I don’t want you hurt, especially with you so close to coming home.” said Hitler. Cosette said, “I must be able to at least walk a little, Daddy. I will not fall this time because you are there to catch me.” She smiled at him and proceeded to stand, only to be stopped by severe shoulder pain. She ignored it and stood anyway. She looked at Hitler to see he had a horrified look on his face. “What’s the matter Daddy?” she asked. He pointed to her shoulder. “You’re bleeding, mein lieber! What happened?” Cosette looked and saw a gaping bullet wound in her shoulder. “Crap. Damn Russians must’ve shot me.” she blurted out, forgetting Hitler didn’t know she was involved with the mafia. “The Russians attacked you? Where did this happen, mein lieber?” asked Hitler, suddenly angry. “I know not where, Daddy. I was wandering around a few weeks ago when suddenly I was attacked by Russian soldiers! I lost consciousness and woke up in this hospital. Then I met you.” Hitler hugged her tightly and lifted her into his arms. “Take me home, Daddy.” she whispered, knowing he was vulnerable to her command. He kissed her cheek and carried her out of the room and through the hospital despite the doctor’s protests. Then he placed her gently into the waiting car. She immediately looked for a seatbelt only to find there were none. She became a little nervous. She had never been in a car without a seatbelt before. She smiled up at Hitler as he sat down beside her. He took her hand and held it as the car started.
She was soon carried into Hitler’s mansion, the Berghof. She looked up and was in awe of the huge house. She was always stunned by huge homes because they were so rare. “Wow!” she breathed as she looked around. Hitler grinned at her reaction. “You like it, mein leiber?” he asked. Cosette nodded. “It is a beautiful house! Do I really get to live in such a place?” Hitler’s grin widened, and for a moment Cosette thought he was very handsome. If he weren’t so evil, she would seriously consider sleeping with him. It would be easy to get him into her bed, especially since Eva was not here. She was so intent on looking at his face she did not hear his reply to her question. She reached up and was about to kiss him when a the door opened behind them, saving her from herself just in time. She hugged him instead as Himmler walked up to them. “Hello! You must be Clara.” He said, smiling at her like she was his favorite niece. She smiled back, grateful that he had unwittingly prevented her from kissing the most evil man in history. He took her hand and said, “It is nice to finally meet you, Prinzessin. I am Heinrich Himmler, your father’s friend.” Cosette replied in a sweet tone, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Herr Himmler. Any friend of my daddy is a friend of mine.” Himmler’s smile turned into a grin. She could tell he liked children, especially perfectly behaved ones like her. He patted her hand and said, “I should let you get to bed. You are probably exhausted. I hope to speak with you again soon, Prinzessin.” Cosette said, “You may call me Clara if you wish to.” Then all of a sudden she felt very tired and stifled a yawn, her head drooping against Hitler’s shoulder. Himmler said, “Go to bed, Prinzessin. We’ll talk again later.” He then kissed her hand and walked off. Hitler carried her up the stairs into a bedroom that she could tell had been prepared just for her. The walls were light pink and on them were pretty pictures and shelves full of lovely dolls. Cosette thought of how her eldest child Lydia would have loved this room. It was girly and vintage at the same time, both of which Lydia loved. It was a bit juvenile for her, but she would like it all the same. Her youngest, Kaya, was just the right age for this room but she only liked rococo style. She was so busy thinking she did not notice being placed in bed and kissed. “Sweet dreams, mein lieber.” said Hitler sweetly, smiling at her. Cosette smiled back sleepily, in awe of seeing a side of Hitler she had never known of before. She had always thought he was the ultimate evil, incapable of love or compassion, yet here he was obviously deeply in love with a girl he barely knew, a girl who wasn’t even German. Historians would love this, the story of the American girl becoming the princess of Nazi Germany.
Cosette was in the boss’ office, alone. She rolled her eyes as she adjusted to being once again in the future. She hoped to hell she wasn’t caught in here, because she knew the boss would never believe her story of being in 1930‘s Germany with minimal conscious control over where or when she popped up in. She opened his date book to find out when he would be back. She noticed he would be out for lunch until 2:30, which was half an hour from now. She grinned and decided to rummage around his desk to see what she could find. She opened the first drawer to find a set of keys and some files. She pocketed the keys and looked at the files. They were all about her. She could tell someone wanted to kill her very badly. Vinny’s murder had been a setup to try to lure her out of hiding. They hadn’t expected she’d be right there. She felt sick that her own boss would sign off on that. Then she noticed the signature at the bottom wasn’t her boss’ name or handwriting. In fact, it was the name of the boss of the rival mob, the Scarpios. She must be in his office. She shredded the files and decided to trash the office. She opened all the drawers in the desk and scattered the contents all over the floor. Soon she came upon an open box of condoms. She grinned and poked holes in the condoms then put the box back in the drawer. After the desk was emptied, she broke the expensive-looking crystal vase that was standing in the corner. “oops.” she said, her smile widening. Suddenly, as she was contemplating what to break next, the door opened and the boss came in. She quickly hid in his personal bathroom as he screamed at seeing his trashed office. She tossed his PDA into the toilet and flushed until the toilet overflowed, then jumped from the window to the roof as he ran in. Then she jumped as she was approached by a guard who happened to be on a smoke break. “You’re Cosette, ain’t you? You’re the one the boss wants dead. What’re you doing here?” Cosette noticed he was hot and decided not to lie. She walked towards him. “I just escaped from trashing your boss’ office.” The man was shocked at her audacity at telling the truth. “You little bitch! Do you have a death wish or something?” he said pointing his gun at her. Cosette simply closed the gap between them and kissed his mouth, silencing him. He instinctively kissed back as he dropped his gun and hugged her to him. Suddenly, as his hand wrapped around the back of her skull and the other hand went down into her panties, she inhaled the smell of cigarettes and felt sick to her stomach. She broke the kiss and pulled away before throwing up. He jumped back as she continued to be sick. “You OK, sweetie?” he asked in concern. Cosette opened her mouth to answer but then vomited again as he and the smell came closer to her. “I’m going to get the doctor. Hold on.” He said before running downstairs. As soon as the smell was gone, Cosette felt better. She took off her soiled dress and threw it in the trash bin that was conveniently placed on the roof. She wished Epenow was here to comfort her after she was sick, or even Hitler whom she knew would be beside himself with worry. She lay down on the concrete roof and hugged herself, trying to feel her boyfriend’s arms around her as she heard footsteps on the stairs. “Cosette, you OK?” Cosette recognized the voice as Luca ran up to her. “I’m sick, Luca. I just threw up.” Luca lifted her in his arms and then stopped. “Kid, when was the last time you had your period?” Cosette was shocked at his forward question. Usually she was the one who was forward about feminine things like that. “A few months, but my periods aren’t regular. Why?” Luca looked into her eyes and said, “Cuz you’re pregnant. I’m not a doctor, but that bump is definitely a baby.” “What bump, Luca?” Luca ran his hand slowly over her bare belly, outlining a small but firm rise in her abdomen. She gasped in shock and horror. She did not need to be pregnant in Nazi Germany, not when Hitler thought her to be an innocent twelve-year-old virgin. She was planning on staying there for a vacation from her stressful life in the mafia, but she knew that she needed to get out of there as soon as possible, before Hitler insisted on helping her dress. “Calm down, honey. It’s not good for you or for the baby for you to be stressed out like this. I’ll talk to the boss about maternity leave for you. Perhaps he’ll even let you and the father stay at his villa. Also, you need to have the doctor take a look at you. Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart. You’ve got family behind you and we’re never gonna leave you. Whatever you need, you’ll have. We ain’t called ‘the family’ for nothing.” Cosette felt reassured and began to fall asleep. “I guess it’s time for me to go back to Nazi Germany.” she murmured.
Cosette woke up in her bedroom in the Berghof. Nothing seemed amiss here. It was nighttime and the crescent moon was shining through her bedroom window. She got up and walked over to the window and was surprised to see stars. She hadn’t seen stars in decades, perhaps even half a century. She sighed in contentment as she looked up at the sky. Then suddenly she saw movement in the stars. She wondered if it was a UFO. She opened the window and climbed onto the outer ledge to see better. Then she realized she must climb higher to see anything. She jumped from the window to the roof and then, standing on her tiptoes, she looked back into the sky. She wished she had a telescope. Suddenly she saw the stars move again, this time she could tell it wasn’t just a random occurrence. It was too coordinated, too well executed to be random. Shock filled her mind as she realized she was witnessing a UFO, probably with space aliens piloting it. The shock was so much that all of a sudden she began to faint. She caught herself just in time and instead of collapsing, she just fell to her knees on the roof. She watched the UFO in awe until she heard the crow of roosters in the distance, snapping her out of her trance. She was startled to see the faint glimmer of sunlight creeping over the horizon. “It’s dawn!” she said to herself, scarcely believing it. She then quickly went back to her own bed and lay down in it, pretending to have slept the whole night. As soon as her eyes were closed, the door opened and Himmler came in. She expected him to slam the door, but he instead closed it gently, trying not to wake her up. She decided to mess with him. Her eyes fluttered open as he approached her. “Good morning, Prinzessin.” he said, smiling at her. “Good morning, Herr Himmler. Did you sleep well?” Himmler was now standing very close to her. “I admit that I slept poorly. I was so worried over you that I could not sleep.” Cosette could not tell whether he was being sincere or not, but pretended to give him the benefit of the doubt. “You worried because I am ill?” she asked. Himmler replied, “I suppose that is the reason I worried over you. But there was something else, there was another thing that worried me, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.” Cosette raised an eyebrow. If she didn’t know better she’d think he was psychic. Perhaps the aliens gave him information. Either way, she knew it was time to come out with the truth before he somehow figured it out for himself and told Hitler. She needed an ally, someone she could trust with the truth. She would also need help as the pregnancy progressed both to keep the secret and medical help for what she could already feel would be a difficult pregnancy fraught with complications. So she said, “There is something else, Herr Himmler. But you must keep this secret between us or my life will be in peril.” Before Himmler had time to respond, she took his hand and put it under her nightgown and on her baby bump. He frowned in confusion at first, not registering what his hand was feeling. Cosette sighed and ran his hand over the bump several times. He suddenly gasped and gently squeezed the bump. “You’re pregnant, Clara! Did the Russians rape you?” Cosette shook her head. “No, the Russians never laid a hand on me. I had consensual sex with my boyfriend.” Himmler was obviously shocked. Then he recovered himself and said, “Where is he, Princess? He needs to know of this baby.” Cosette replied, “He’s in America. He lives on a reservation there.” Himmler seemed to have trouble understanding the answer for a few moments, then it dawned on him and he frowned. “He isn’t one of those savages over there, is he?” he asked, clearly dreading the answer. “No, he isn’t a savage!” she said, waiting for those words to cause Himmler to sigh in relief before adding, “He’s a Native American, not a savage!” He groaned. She said, “I need someone I can trust not to blab to Hitler or anyone else. If Hitler knew I was pregnant, he’d throw me out into the street. He wants a perfect little princess, not an underage mother. I’m willing to put in a good word about this person getting a large raise.” Himmler looked at her. “Are you trying to bribe me to keep the fact that you have been lying to Hitler since the moment he met you a secret?” Cosette nodded and said, “I’ll do anything to keep myself in Hitler’s favor. This position as Hitler’s daughter and princess of Germany is the best thing that could have happened to me, even in my current situation, and I will fight to keep it that way. What better place to be pregnant than the Berghof, especially when Hitler already thinks I am weak from illness? Besides, being a princess sure beats killing people for the boss, especially since I doubt there is such a thing as maternity leave in the mafia.” To her surprise Himmler nodded, genuine sympathy in his eyes. “I cannot imagine what it must be like to be in such danger at your young age, let alone be pregnant as well. I will protect you and your child. As long as I remain in some sort of power, you need not fear. I will not allow harm to come to either of you.” Cosette was shocked at this level of empathy coming from a Nazi. “But why? I thought you Nazis were all about eliminating the undesirable people from society. I would think an underage mother would be high on your kill list.” Himmler took her hand and answered, “Because my daughter is only a few years older than you. If something like this happened to her, I would be beside myself. Also you are like a niece to me.” Cosette was shocked that he already saw her as a niece. She had only ever met him once and that was only for a few minutes. Relief filled her at the knowledge she didn’t have to live in fear of Hitler finding out about the baby. The only thing that could be better would be Epenow being with her through the pregnancy. She knew he was the father because for the last few years he was the only one she had ever had sex with. She was planning on breaking up with Louis for good and marrying Epenow, but hadn’t known how divorce worked in the vampire world. She missed Epenow very much. Tears began to drip down her face at the thought of him. Himmler was at once alarmed at this and did not know what was the matter or how to help. He hugged her, clearly hoping that was what she needed. If he had been Native American, it would have worked. But he wasn’t and it didn’t even begin to assuage her grief. Instead, she began to shake as she tried not to burst out sobbing. Himmler rubbed her back, trying desperately to comfort her. “Clara, what is the matter?” he asked. Cosette shook her head, knowing if she opened her mouth she would start to cry. “Princess, please tell me what to do! I’m not sure how to make you feel better.” said Himmler, looking into her tear filled eyes. Cosette swallowed hard and managed to speak: “I miss Epenow, the father of this baby. He is probably insane with worry over me.” Himmler sighed. “I’m sorry you have to go through this alone, Prinzessin. It isn’t fair to you or to the baby. If there’s anything I can do to ease your burden, just let me know.” Cosette smiled up at him and then threw her arms around him. He hugged her back then he sighed and kissed her. The kiss was gentle, not passionate like the kisses she was used to. He didn’t try to gain access to her mouth at all, nor did he do anything but rub his lips against hers. She tried to get her tongue inside his mouth, but he resisted. She was quickly getting frustrated and she slipped her hand down his pants and gently ran her long sharp fingernails along his shaft until he moaned in pleasure, opening his mouth for a few seconds, allowing her tongue to slip in and assault his mouth. She pushed him down onto the pink bedspread. “Let’s christen this bed.” she said, now so horny she couldn’t control herself. “Clara, don’t!” Himmler protested, trying to push her off with no success. She took her hand out of his pants and then put her pussy so that his cock ground against it. Himmler had grabbed her hips, but instead of forcing her off, he pulled her down harder against him. “We shouldn’t do this, Clara! I understand you miss your boyfriend, but this isn’t the way to console yourself. This is the last thing you ought to be doing in your condition.” Cosette simply grinned at his protests and covered his mouth with hers as she ground herself against him. This time he allowed her immediate access to his mouth as their tongues played. He sighed then pushed her down beneath him as he switched to being on top. She looked out the window and was shocked to see her first love, the man who had taken her virginity squatting on the branch of a tree near her window, watching her. “Avanoco!” She said as Himmler spread her legs and put his head in between them. He didn’t seem to realize she wasn’t paying any attention to him anymore. Avanaco licked his lips sexily, the way he had the first night he and Cosette had slept together.
Cosette woke up in a lavish room she did not recognize. It almost looked like Vinny’s mansion. Then she remembered Vinny was dead and began to cry. Immediately she heard footsteps and a few moments later the door opened. “Cocoa, you all right sweetie?” said Luca. Cosette laughed at the nickname. “So I’m Cocoa now?” she asked. Luca smiled. “Sorry. That’s what the boss’ little girl calls you.” Cosette sat up and patted the bed. “Come in, Luca. It’s nice to see a friendly face. I was crying because of Vinny.” Luca came in and sat on the bed. “Well, that’s why you’re here, to protect you. Also, the fact that you’re pregnant kinda influenced the boss’ decision to allow you to stay here until the docs clear you for duty.” Cosette looked around. “Where am I anyway?” Luca replied, “Sorry, I forgot you were out cold on the way here. This is the boss’ personal villa and you are in the master bedroom and as long as the boss never finds that little factoid out, we’re good.” Cosette grinned and said, “I keep fainting. Is that normal?” Luca nodded. “My Serita, she passed out all the time when she had a bun in the oven.” Cosette laughed. Luca was like an older brother to her. “So when is my boyfriend coming? You said earlier both me and the father of the baby would be living here.” Luca frowned. “The boss wasn’t enthusiastic about having a man not in the mafia living here. I told him about your boyfriend Epenow, but he said he didn’t want him anywhere near you or the villa. I’m sorry, Cocoa.” Cosette was pissed off at Luca’s attempt to soothe her with the nickname. “Don’t call me that.” she said icily, trying to use her anger to prevent tears. It was no use and soon she began to cry. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I should have pushed him harder, demanded that Epenow be allowed here. I was too afraid he wouldn’t allow me to come here to keep you company. He told me if I didn’t back down on the subject, he would make you stay here alone.” Cosette screamed in anguish. Suddenly she felt the bed become wet. She stood up to see a huge blood stain. Luca saw it too and said, “Lie down, Cosette! I’ll go get the doctor!” “The doctor is in the villa?” she asked. Luca nodded. “The boss was worried you’d have a medical emergency here and decided to have the doctor live here with you.” Cosette nodded as Luca ran out of the room faster than she’d ever seen a mortal run. She was surprised when the door opened only five minutes later. She knew no mortal could run that fast. She was even more shocked when she recognized the doctor as Toncana, the medicine man who had saved her life when she had caught pneumonia in 1798. “Toncana, I thought you were dead!” she said in awe. Toncana smiled and replied, “Nope. Your friend Lestat made me a vampire.” Cosette rolled her eyes at the fact she now needed to thank the jerk known as Lestat, the brat prince. Toncana laughed. “No need to thank him, Cocoa. He didn’t do it for you, he did it for himself. I was his first attempt at making a companion in the New World. I left him the day after he made me, unable to stand him. Then he moved on to New Orleans and Louis.” Cosette said, “That son of a bitch! Now I can slap him the next time I see him and he’ll think it’s totally random!” Cosette loved randomly hitting Lestat. Toncana smiled at her then walked over with vampiric speed. “Luca said you were bleeding.” Cosette nodded. Toncana’s smile disappeared as he spread her legs. “Honey, you’re bleeding very badly. The baby is most likely in distress.” Cosette frowned, frightened of losing her baby. Luca came into the room as the doctor pulled her panties down to get a better look. He immediately went red as he saw her legs wide open. “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked. I didn’t realize you were in the middle of an exam.” Cosette said, “Don’t go, Luca!” Luca stopped and turned around, then walked over to Cosette and knelt down and took her hand. He still seemed nervous, so Cosette said, “Pretend I’m Serita. She had a lot of exams when she was pregnant with little Tony, right?” To her surprise tears came into Luca’s eyes. “Yeah. I never told you this, but Serita nearly died when she was pregnant with Tony. She had every complication in the book. Not many know this, but Tony was our last and only child. If she got pregnant again, she’d die within the first few months. Now that you’re having complications, I’m scared that the same thing will happen to you.” Cosette looked at Luca. “I’m so sorry, Luca! I’m sorry you’ll never be a parent again, and I’m sorry little Tony died in that explosion. If I had known he was the only kid you were ever gonna have, I would have tried harder to focus on saving him and not the boss’ little girl.” Luca said, “You did your best. The boss knew that Tony was my only, but as any parent would, he wanted you to save his kid instead. We’re trying to adopt a kid from overseas, but it might not work out, especially since Serita isn’t going to live much longer.” Cosette suddenly got an idea. “Luca, what about me? I’m still able to conceive and bear children with ease. I look a lot like Serita, nobody will know the difference. What if you and I had a baby? It’d be like I was a surrogate mom. As for Serita, if she went to Italy, she could convince the Vultori to transform her into a vampire, then she wouldn’t die.” Luca said, “You’d do all that for me? I know I’m like a brother to you, but these things are nothing short of miracles. You would grant such wishes for us?” Cosette nodded. “Yes, I would do it in a heartbeat. You’ve always been there for me, even when it was hard or inconvenient for you, and you never refused to do what I needed, no matter how impossible it was. I want to repay that debt.” Luca hugged Cosette tight, tears of joy streaming down his face. “Thank you, Cosette! What can I ever do to repay you for this miracle?” Cosette said, “No need to repay me, Luca, because this is a repayment for you saving my life.” Luca was immediately confused. “When did I save your life, sweetheart? I don’t remember doing anything special for you.” Cosette said, “Nearly ten years ago, my uncle finally found me after years of me evading him. I had just become a made man in the mafia, and I had just met you. One night, my uncle came to my mansion and began to beat me.%
Cosette was in her mansion asleep, dreaming of Marius and Louis. She had had a row with them the other day about their nonchalant attitude towards human tragedies such as the Holocaust. She believed that they could have easily stopped it and not doing so constituted gross negligence. They had told her that something like that would have happened eventually and that it was best to let the humans get it out of their systems and regard it as a grave lesson afterwards. Marius had told her that the only way humans learned something was through severe pain. Cosette had responded that it was their vampiric duty to protect humans and stop such horrible events. Both vampires had scoffed at such an idea, pissing Cosette off enough to yell at them. She had thrown a copy of Anne Frank’s diary at them. “So it was okay to allow this little girl to be slaughtered just so humanity could learn a lesson?” she had yelled. Marius had raised an eyebrow and replied, “You would not have known of this girl if not for the Holocaust. This diary is the only reason the world is so obsessed over her. I admit, she was a bright little one, but bright and beautiful humans are murdered every day and nobody cares. Thousands of children worldwide are murdered by their own caregivers every day. You yourself were nearly murdered by your own uncle. That little holocaust was nothing special.” Cosette had become very angry at this point and began to cry from frustration. Louis had attempted to take her into his arms only to be slapped. Then both men left the mansion and Cosette cried herself to sleep. Suddenly, Cosette’s phone rang, waking her from her dream. Cosette sat up to find herself outside in deep snow. She stood up and looked around, wondering whether or not she had really woken up. This seemed like a dream to her. Then she was approached by soldiers. She immediately recognized them as SS as panic filled her. She thought they would be angry at an American girl trespassing in Germany. But instead, they seemed concerned about her. They seemed to be asking if she was all right. She could not understand a word they were saying. All she knew was she had to run before they figured out she was American. They seemed to sense her fear and spoke in soft soothing tones. She looked down and saw blood drip onto the snow. Freaked out, she broke free and ran as fast as she could away from them.
She woke up in a hospital connected to a primitive IV. She did not remember that she was in Germany. In fact, she barely remembered the fight with Marius and Louis. “Where am I?” she asked in her native French. A male voice replied, “You’re in the hospital, mein lieber.” Cosette frowned at the words she did not recognize or understand. She tried to sit up only to be gently pushed back down by the man sitting in a chair by her bed. “Lay still, mein lieber. You are very ill.” he told her. Cosette looked and nearly went into a panic at seeing Adolf Hitler sitting by her, a gentle smile on his face. “What happened?” she asked, unable to think of anything else to say. Hitler replied, “I found you a few days ago lying in the snow, unconscious. I brought you here. The doctors think you fell a great distance. Do you remember falling?” Cosette answered, “No, I don’t remember anything. I must have hit my head.” Cosette didn’t quite know how to act so she smiled at Hitler, trying to be sweet and humble at the same time. Hitler reached over and gently took her hand. Cosette liked this action and despite herself she began to warm up to him. Her smile became sincere and she squeezed his hand. She suddenly wanted him to hug her but didn’t know how to ask for it. She had never been so unsure around anybody before. She decided to go for it, and she threw her arms around him in a warm embrace. He stiffened at first but then relaxed and hugged her back. Tears of happiness ran down her cheeks as she was held. She instinctively snuggled into the male warmth surrounding her. “Daddy.” she murmured, wishing it were true. She no longer cared what atrocities this man had commissioned, she was deeply in love with him. After several minutes, he broke the hug and made her lie down. “How old are you, mein lieber?” he asked. Cosette lied, “Twelve.” She wanted to call him daddy but didn’t dare. He smiled at her. “You can call me daddy if you want mein lieber.” Cosette grinned and said, “My name is Clara, by the way, Daddy.” Hitler said, “What a beautiful name. Clara, I know this is sudden, but would it be all right with you if I adopted you? You are the sweetest little girl I have ever met, and I already feel a strong connection with you. Besides, Germany needs a little princess like you, someone who is sweet and kind for people to look to for comfort in this stressful time of war.” Cosette said, “A princess! I would love to be the princess of Germany.” Hitler grinned at her. “Who are your parents, Clara? I need them to relinquish their parental rights so I can adopt you.” Cosette shrugged. “I don’t know. They abandoned me when I was very small. I was raised by an Italian man until I turned ten and he kicked me out to fend for myself.” She was going to involve the Vultori whether they liked it or not. Hitler frowned. “I’m sorry, mein lieber, We will find these people who abandoned you and they will be punished.” Cosette wanted to grin at the idea of the Vultori being punished by a bunch of mortals but she managed to continue the act of being a sad and traumatized little girl, which wasn’t difficult seeing as she had been exactly that in her real childhood. She extended her arms for another hug. Suddenly she began to cough hard. She instinctively put her hands to her chest as the coughing fit continued. Hitler seemed beside himself with concern for her and spoke in fast German, which Cosette could not understand. She looked up at him and coughed blood all over his face. “Sorry!” she said in French with her eyes wide, expecting him to hit her. But instead he called down the hall for the doctor. The doctor, who happened to be nearby, came running into the room. Cosette nearly smirked at his panicked reaction. She supposed it was beneficial to her to have Adolf Hitler care about her because everyone was afraid of him and rushed to do whatever he said or needed. The doctor saw the blood everywhere and immediately a determined sort of calm came over him. He walked over to her and began to treat her the best he could according to his limited 1930‘s medical knowledge. She knew he was most likely very well informed and read in this time period, but that it simply wasn’t good enough for her 21rst century pneumonia. She wanted to tell him what she knew he needed to do, but she did not have enough oxygen in her lungs to do so. Besides, she knew it would shock both the doctor and Hitler beyond their ability to cope if she began to throw 21rst century medical knowledge at their 20th century minds. She wanted Hitler to think she was an innocent little girl, albeit very intelligent. If he knew the level of medical knowledge she had, her sweet image would be irrevocably shattered. So she sighed inwardly and allowed the doctor to inject her with what she guessed were primitive antibiotics. Everything in this place was primitive compared to what she was used to in 2014. This whole damn hospital seemed ancient and crudely designed. Cosette could not help but look around her in disgust. The IV line was not a clear plastic bag attached to a metal pole with a tube attached to her arm via a needle. Instead it was a bottle that she was sure was made of glass. She made a mental note to investigate that later. And she had no idea what was dripping into her arm. She could only hope it was saline. She had to ask to assuage her fear and anxiety. So she turned back to the doctor and asked in a tone that she tried to keep level and sweet despite her lingering repugnance, “Doctor, this IV line is filled with saline, is it not?” The doctor seemed surprised at the abbreviation and at the fact she obviously knew what she was talking about. He shook his head. “No, not saline, Prinzessin. It is morphine to alleviate the pain from your fall. You were crying when Herr Hitler brought you in here and your skull was deeply cracked.” Cosette noticed that the room was very quiet for a hospital room. There was no EKG beeping with her heart’s rhythm. In fact there weren’t any machines at all in the room. They hadn’t been invented yet. Digital wasn’t even a word yet and it wouldn’t exist in any form for at least 10 to 20 years, depending on what year she was currently in. She wanted to ask, but she knew they would think she was insane for not knowing it and she knew what the Nazis did to the insane. So since she didn’t fancy a trip to the gas chambers anytime soon or a lethal injection, she kept her mouth shut. She wished there was a TV to entertain her, but she knew she wouldn’t like any of the shows. Besides being in a language she had no hope of understanding, they were all in black and white which she only liked for Shirley Temple films that were never colorized. She was spoiled by high definition color TV and she knew it. It almost seemed pointless to watch anything else. She also knew manga had not yet been invented. In short, there was nothing at all to do. She felt like she was in the Twilight Zone. Then she laughed at herself. She couldn’t believe her own attitude towards technology she hadn’t even known about until a few years ago. She had gotten along without Apple’s influence for centuries but now she felt almost despondent at the thought of even a day without her Macbook. She knew that it was silly and childish to feel like that about a hunk of metal and wires, but she couldn’t help herself. Facebook seemed to be calling her name right now, along with the chocolate truffles Lestat had given her for no reason whatsoever. She wondered if such candy existed in this time period. She reached for her pink phone to Google her query but was jerked back to reality when she found it wasn’t there. She decided to go to sleep for lack of anything to do. She was out of her mind with sheer boredom. She couldn’t remember what she had done to entertain herself all those years before Apple came along. She remembered asking Marius that question and getting a disgusted and disdainful answer. She laughed a little, knowing he wasn’t too fond of advanced technology. In fact, he still used cassette tapes instead of CD’s and his TV was from the 80‘s. Louis’ refusal to use or even acknowledge the existence of such things as computers and even radios was normal and Cosette had learned to accept it half a century ago, but Marius was a learned and intelligent man. That he had a TV at all made Cosette annoyed that he was so slow to upgrade. When the 80‘s hit, he was all over technology, buying a stereo and TV and Walkman like he was finally catching up with human tech. But after that he seemed too content with his obsolete and outdated things. He had never even looked twice at a computer even though Cosette tried to buy him one. She was sure the laptop she had ended up getting was collecting dust somewhere on a shelf in his mansion, never even touched, perhaps even still in the box it came in. She was the only vampire she knew of to own any sort of tablet device. Even Lestat, who seemed so up with fashion, barely even knew how to operate his PC. Cosette had to constantly show him how to do the simplest things. She hadn’t gotten into technology until recently either, but that was because technology hadn’t begun to get anywhere near interesting enough to attract her attention until the late 90‘s. Cosette was brought quite suddenly out of her reverie by the doctor tying a tourniquet around her arm and beginning to look for a suitable vein. She did not enjoy doctors who weren’t highly skilled phlebotomists trying to draw her blood. Carlisle was the only doctor she allowed to do so. She glared at the doctor through her eyelashes as he felt along her arm, a frown of slight frustration on his features. She could tell he was having trouble finding a vein in her arm. He flicked her arm in a vain attempt to make her veins rise to the surface. He finally seemed to find a vein and smiled at the success. “You are going to feel a sharp prick and then it may sting a little afterwards Prinzessin.” he told her in French. She did not want to reveal she was awake yet, so she tried to brace herself without moving. Before she was ready for it, she felt a needle go into her hand with a huge stabbing pain. She winced despite herself and moaned. Immediately the doctor apologized for hurting her. A male hand was on her other arm, trying to soothe her. She tried to smile for his sake, knowing it was Hitler. But the blood draw was extremely painful and soon she grimaced again in pain. She exhaled, trying her best to deal with the pain even as it began to get worse as her vein started to fail. Hitler wrapped his arms around her in a fatherly motion of comfort. “It’s going to collapse, doctor.” she blurted out, knowing if that happened the vein would shut itself off and calcify, which was one thing she did not need with her current injuries. The doctor glared at her for a split second as Hitler’s hold on her tightened in obvious concern. Cosette could clearly see the doctor did not like taking advice from a patient. She knew that doctors in this time period thought their patients knew almost nothing about medicine and that they were slight idiots when it came to illnesses, and for the most part that was true because the internet did not exist. People couldn’t simply go online to learn about medicine and diseases, nor could they walk into a bookstore and buy medical literature written in easily understandable language. In this time period medical texts were reserved for physicians or the rare wealthy gentleman like Marius who had a whole library of rare and expensive tomes. But the doctor was just going to have to suck it up because she refused to be mishandled by an imbecile who thought penicillin was the cutting edge of medical science. The princess act was going to have to wait. She said in an authoritative tone, “Doctor, move the needle to a more appropriate vein before this one collapses and closes up for good.” As she said this, she realized it was already too late as her vein failed completely and started to calcify. The bruise that was already surrounding the puncture site spread and became a sickly green. Hitler could barely contain a gasp of horror as he saw this. The doctor yanked out the needle with too much force, clearly angry at being upstaged by a little girl. Hitler was obviously getting angry at the treatment of his daughter as blood spurted from the now gaping wound. As the doctor untied the tourniquet and moved towards the other arm, Hitler moved it away from his reach. “Don’t hurt her.” he said in an iced lava tone, obviously trying to keep calm. “Don’t you dare harm my daughter, doctor. I cannot remain civil with a man who harms my precious child simply because he is angry that she is more observant than he is, or a physician who causes undue pain to a patient from his inability to find a vein that won’t collapse.” The doctor looked ready to disobey Hitler and for a frightful moment, Cosette was afraid he was going to grab her arm and stab the needle into it without a care to anything except hurting her. But instead the man sighed in resignation and a humble and apologetic smile came over his lips. “I apologize, mein fuhrer. I was indeed angry at the Prinzessin for being smarter than me and for reproaching me in front of you. I thought she was doing it on purpose so that you would think less of me and more of her. But now I see she was only trying to gently correct my err in judgment before I made a fool of myself. She was trying to help, but my vanity prevented me from seeing that until now.” He took Cosette’s free hand in both of his and looked into her eyes before kneeling to her level. “I apologize, Prinzessin, for harming you both through sheer stupidity and through anger and petty vanity.” Cosette saw the perfect opportunity to act like a true princess and perhaps redeem herself in Hitler’s eyes. So she gave a small sweet smile and said in a tone laced with sugar, “It is all right, Doctor. You got angry and lashed out. It happens to all of us at one time or another. And you had good reason to be angry in the first place because of my difficult and tiny veins. I oughtn’t have scolded you when you were trying your best. You had no way of knowing that my only viable veins are in my shoulders.” The doctor grinned and said, “Thank you, Prinzessin! You are a sweet and kind little girl, and the truest princess I have ever met.” Cosette blushed at the compliment. She never got used to the warm feeling of being praised, even though Louis and Marius tried to praise as much as possible. And certainly the Native Americans she knew and loved praised her all the time, especially in bed. Epenow, her lover for over a century, was the best one in that category. He acted like each time was better and more amazing than the last. She then began to remember the hot orgies she had had in the forests of 18th century colonial Virginia. Aptly named since she had been a virgin herself when she first came there, until a handsome and shirtless chief turned her head and she eagerly accepted the invitation into his teepee for a night of sex. She did not notice that she was blushing hotly as she relived that night in her mind, then moved on to the orgies she had organized years later. She had also had a few threeways with men from three different tribes. She had always liked diversity in her sex life and with so many different tribes to choose from, it was never difficult to find or maintain. She wished that chief were here now so she could fuck him right here in front of the doctor and Hitler. She could imagine the shocked looks on their faces, or perhaps they would enjoy the show and get highly aroused. She was snapped back to reality as the doctor placed a cool hand on her forehead and frowned. “She has a fever, Herr Hitler.” Cosette, now far past being a sweet little princess, said in a sardonic tone, “Wow, a fever?!? Who would’ve guessed that leaving a gaping wound in my hand to fester could give me a fever?!? What a complete and utter shock. Man, just when you thought you knew medicine this pops up, doesn’t it?” The doctors mouth dropped open at her audacity, making her laugh aloud. “Are you feeling all right?” he asked in concern. In reply she just laughed more. “I think she’s delirious from fever, mein fuhrer. She needs to lie down and rest while I get some antibiotics.” Hitler laid her down as the doctor injected something into a large vein in her shoulder and then ran out. Cosette was already feeling sleepy as the door closed behind him. She blinked several times, fighting the heavy darkness of sleep that was looming over her. Hitler ran his hand over her cheek and kissed her forehead. “It is all right, Clara. Go to sleep now. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here when you wake, mein leiber.” He then gently closed her eyelids with a soft sweeping motion. Cosette finally gave in and surrendered to sleep.
When she woke up, Cosette smiled at seeing Hitler sitting by her bed, his hand holding hers, his thumb stroking her fingers. “Good morning, Daddy.” she said as she squeezed his hand. He grinned at seeing her awake. “Good morning, Clara. Are you feeling better?” Cosette replied, “Much better, Daddy. How long have I been asleep?” She noticed it was nighttime now. She wondered if Marius and Louis had noticed her missing yet, or if they thought she was still mad over their fight. Epenow would be out of his mind with worry. He lived with her and had probably known she was missing that morning. She missed him already. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she barely heard Adolf tell her she had been asleep for nearly a month. Suddenly the doctor came back in and sighed in relief. “Prinzessin, I am very glad to see you awake. I thought you might not recover. How are you feeling?” Cosette was about to reply when she suddenly had a wave of dizzy hunger. She could not help but stare for a moment at the doctor’s jugular vein that seemed to bulge out of his neck, filled with warm and delicious blood. She considered taking him, but knew that would never be condoned or allowed. It was murder, after all, and even in Nazi Germany murder was a capital crime. Still her muscles tensed, ready to pounce on him like a cat on a mouse. She put her hand to her head, feigning a hunger headache. “I feel quite dizzy all of a sudden.” she said in a weak voice. Hitler seemed once again concerned and looked desperately at the doctor for help. “Doctor, what is the matter with her?” he asked, an edge of panic in his voice. The doctor said, “She hasn’t eaten in weeks; she must be famished. I’ll get some food right away.” He ran out the door, leaving Cosette alone with Adolf Hitler, the dictator of Germany. She felt very uncomfortable being alone with him. It wasn’t that she was afraid of him, but that she was afraid for him, a defenseless mortal trapped in a room with a starving vampire. What was worse was that he was completely unaware of his predicament and thus completely vulnerable to mind control, though she doubted if she’d need it. His guard was nonexistent with her, and she could do whatever she wanted. Just as she was debating whether to lunge at him or not, the doctor came back in with a tray full of food, unknowingly saving Hitler’s life. Cosette became excited at the prospect of food. She hoped it was better than the food she had gotten last time she was in the hospital, the time that rival mobster had had the audacity to shoot her through her spleen. She remembered Vinny had to sneak in some lamb steak for her. She would kill for some steak right now, or some shrimp scampi. Vinny’s wife Sofia made the most delicious shrimp scampi on the planet. Cosette licked her lips at the thought. The doctor smiled at her reaction and set the tray on her lap. To her surprise, she saw shrimp scampi on it. She gave the doctor an incredulous look. “How did you know I wanted this?” she asked in shock. The doctor said, “It was already prepared when I went to ask for food for you. Someone said a woman named Sophia made it.” Cosette could not cope with this level of shock. “Sophia Asaro? Sophia Mariana Asaro who lives in the year 2014 made this food?” she asked, slipping into the Italian-American accent she got while living with the mafia in New York several years ago. Suddenly she was right outside her favorite Italian cafe in Queens. Vinny was sitting at a table a few feet away. She walked through the door and ran up to him. “Vincent ‘the mango’ Asaro?” she said as she ran up to his table. He looked up and said, “Cosette ‘coffee’ Lincoln? You shouldn’t be here, kid!” Cosette frowned. “I just appeared here from Germany. Someone must have summoned me.” Vinny said, “I was thinking of you, but I never wanted you to come here. It’s too dangerous. The Russian mafia is about to attack this place. There’s probably gonna be a shootout and then a fire fight, and if all goes well, the enemy will learn not to mess with us as much.” Cosette smiled. “And you were wishing I was here because you know I would end the fight in our favor as soon as it began.” Vinny nodded. “But you’re just a kid. It’s way too dangerous for you to be here. Last time you were in a fight you got shot through the chest and we never saw you again. We thought you were dead.” Cosette said, “Vinny, Vinny, did you honestly think I could be killed? I am over two centuries old. If I haven’t died by now, I’m not gonna.” As she said this she heard footsteps approaching. She turned to face the door. Vinny raised an eyebrow for a split second before grabbing Cosette’s arm. “No. Don’t go out there. For your kids’ sakes. It was one thing for you to fight for the family when you were single and all, but now you’re a mom. You can’t risk leaving them without a mom. I-” Vinny’s eyes flew open wide for a second or two as his face lost all color. Cosette saw red spreading over his mob suit. Then he collapsed in a pool of his own blood. Cosette felt for a pulse even though she knew he was dead. She grabbed the plastic butter knife off of the table, her vision turning red from impending blood tears. Then she lunged at the assailants who were entering the cafe, not having recognized her as a valid threat. She knocked one of them to the floor and stabbed the knife into his chest with preternatural strength, managing to get it through the heart wall. She pulled it out to stab him again but it broke, leaving most of it in his heart. She screamed in fury at Vinny’s death. “You fucking bastards! How dare you kill him!” she shouted as she grabbed the next available weapon which happened to be Vinny’s bloodstained coffee cup, filled with still hot coffee. She took the lid off and splashed the scalding liquid onto the next attacker, making him scream in pain. “Russian coward.” she said, moving on to her next target. She punched him in the face with all her vampiric strength, shattering all the bones and sending shards of skull into his brain. Then, seeing all the mobsters were dead, she took Vinny’s gun and pointed it at her own head, finger on the trigger. “Cosette, don’t!” She looked and saw Luca running towards her. He pried the gun from her hand and threw it on the table, then took her in his arms. “He’s dead, Luca! Vinny’s fucking dead!” she sobbed, bursting into tears. “I know, baby. It’s all right, everything’s gonna be fine. I know this is really hard for you but I’m here for you and I ain’t gonna ever leave you again.” He said soothingly, gently rubbing her back. “I want to die, Luca! I just wanna die!” With that she reached for the gun on the table. Luca grabbed her hand. “No, baby. Don’t talk like that. I know you’re depressed and all, but suicide isn’t the answer. I promise, I’ll get you the help you need, but please don’t try to kill yourself ever again. My heart can’t take almost losing you like that. We’re not called the Family for nothing. You’re like a niece or daughter to me. I love you very much, Cosette, and that ain’t ever gonna change.” Cosette hugged him tightly for a few seconds, once again enjoying the feel of a man hugging her. Then she sighed. “I’m sorry, Luca.” she said as she grabbed his gun. “Cosette, no!” shouted Luca, reaching for her but it was too late as Cosette put the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger, sending blood and brains all over Luca and Vinny’s corpse. Luca fell to his knees and began to cry, holding Cosette’s body to his chest.
Cosette woke up once again in a Nazi German hospital. She was saddened to see Hitler was not there. She wondered if she had appeared in an alternate timeline, one in which Hitler had never met her. She slowly stood up, careful not to rip the IV out of her arm. Just as she began to walk towards the door, it opened to admit Hitler and the doctor, who were chatting. “Daddy?” she said, hoping he knew her. Adolf turned around and grinned at the sight of her, but then frowned. “Clara, you ought to be in bed! You are not well enough to be walking.” Cosette sighed in relief that she was in her own timeline. She began to walk back to bed but slipped and began to fall. Adolf quickly caught her in his arms. “Here, Clara, let me help you.” he said in a fatherly tone. Cosette could tell he enjoyed being a father very much. He helped her to the bed and then surprised her by lifting her in his arms and then setting her down in the bed. She did not know what to make of that. She had not been lifted into a man’s arms since she was sick with fever a few years ago and her Cherokee lover who happened to also be a medicine man lifted her and carried her back to his village after she fell ill during a romantic rendezvous. Adolf frowned again and felt her forehead. She realized she must be blushing at the thought of her lover. She wanted to explain, but knew it would destroy any remnants of the sweet innocent little princess that he thought her to be if he knew she had gone through colonial America fucking any native American man she could, sometimes three or four at a time. She remembered wanting to travel back in time so she could sleep with the Aztecs, but she never did because she was too busy with the Indians. There were so many sexy braves going around shirtless that she couldn’t leave for more than a few days without at least one in her bed. The doctor put a thermometer under her tongue. Cosette resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she noticed it was an old-fashioned mercury one instead of a digital one. She had to remind herself that digital hadn’t been invented yet as the doctor waited patiently for the results. After several minutes, the doctor took the thermometer out of her mouth and shook it before glancing at it. “Her fever is gone, which is a good sign. Perhaps she was simply blushing.” Cosette felt angry at him for telling the truth instead of lying for her. If she was still in the mafia, she might just make him ‘disappear’ for that kind of betrayal. She considered rubbing him out, but knew his death would be noticed and connected to her. She had never been very careful about crime scenes and hiding evidence because the police in New York never arrested her. They worked closely with her mafia due to their connections and didn’t seem to care who she killed. She knew it was different here, that she would be sentenced to immediate execution if she murdered anybody, especially since the doctor hadn’t really done anything and she couldn’t say she was provoked. So she reluctantly gave up on the doctor’s death, at least by her hands. Perhaps later she could yell rape and he would be killed in jail for molesting the princess. “I am feeling much better now.” she said, suddenly sick of being in the hospital. The doctor smiled. “You seem stable now, perhaps you may go home in a day or so if you continue to improve.” Cosette sat up, feigning eagerness. She did not want to remain in the hospital for more than an hour. She then began to stand up. “Clara, you’re not well enough to stand.” Cosette raised an eyebrow. “You nearly fell, mein lieber. I don’t want you hurt, especially with you so close to coming home.” said Hitler. Cosette said, “I must be able to at least walk a little, Daddy. I will not fall this time because you are there to catch me.” She smiled at him and proceeded to stand, only to be stopped by severe shoulder pain. She ignored it and stood anyway. She looked at Hitler to see he had a horrified look on his face. “What’s the matter Daddy?” she asked. He pointed to her shoulder. “You’re bleeding, mein lieber! What happened?” Cosette looked and saw a gaping bullet wound in her shoulder. “Crap. Damn Russians must’ve shot me.” she blurted out, forgetting Hitler didn’t know she was involved with the mafia. “The Russians attacked you? Where did this happen, mein lieber?” asked Hitler, suddenly angry. “I know not where, Daddy. I was wandering around a few weeks ago when suddenly I was attacked by Russian soldiers! I lost consciousness and woke up in this hospital. Then I met you.” Hitler hugged her tightly and lifted her into his arms. “Take me home, Daddy.” she whispered, knowing he was vulnerable to her command. He kissed her cheek and carried her out of the room and through the hospital despite the doctor’s protests. Then he placed her gently into the waiting car. She immediately looked for a seatbelt only to find there were none. She became a little nervous. She had never been in a car without a seatbelt before. She smiled up at Hitler as he sat down beside her. He took her hand and held it as the car started.
She was soon carried into Hitler’s mansion, the Berghof. She looked up and was in awe of the huge house. She was always stunned by huge homes because they were so rare. “Wow!” she breathed as she looked around. Hitler grinned at her reaction. “You like it, mein leiber?” he asked. Cosette nodded. “It is a beautiful house! Do I really get to live in such a place?” Hitler’s grin widened, and for a moment Cosette thought he was very handsome. If he weren’t so evil, she would seriously consider sleeping with him. It would be easy to get him into her bed, especially since Eva was not here. She was so intent on looking at his face she did not hear his reply to her question. She reached up and was about to kiss him when a the door opened behind them, saving her from herself just in time. She hugged him instead as Himmler walked up to them. “Hello! You must be Clara.” He said, smiling at her like she was his favorite niece. She smiled back, grateful that he had unwittingly prevented her from kissing the most evil man in history. He took her hand and said, “It is nice to finally meet you, Prinzessin. I am Heinrich Himmler, your father’s friend.” Cosette replied in a sweet tone, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Herr Himmler. Any friend of my daddy is a friend of mine.” Himmler’s smile turned into a grin. She could tell he liked children, especially perfectly behaved ones like her. He patted her hand and said, “I should let you get to bed. You are probably exhausted. I hope to speak with you again soon, Prinzessin.” Cosette said, “You may call me Clara if you wish to.” Then all of a sudden she felt very tired and stifled a yawn, her head drooping against Hitler’s shoulder. Himmler said, “Go to bed, Prinzessin. We’ll talk again later.” He then kissed her hand and walked off. Hitler carried her up the stairs into a bedroom that she could tell had been prepared just for her. The walls were light pink and on them were pretty pictures and shelves full of lovely dolls. Cosette thought of how her eldest child Lydia would have loved this room. It was girly and vintage at the same time, both of which Lydia loved. It was a bit juvenile for her, but she would like it all the same. Her youngest, Kaya, was just the right age for this room but she only liked rococo style. She was so busy thinking she did not notice being placed in bed and kissed. “Sweet dreams, mein lieber.” said Hitler sweetly, smiling at her. Cosette smiled back sleepily, in awe of seeing a side of Hitler she had never known of before. She had always thought he was the ultimate evil, incapable of love or compassion, yet here he was obviously deeply in love with a girl he barely knew, a girl who wasn’t even German. Historians would love this, the story of the American girl becoming the princess of Nazi Germany.
Cosette was in the boss’ office, alone. She rolled her eyes as she adjusted to being once again in the future. She hoped to hell she wasn’t caught in here, because she knew the boss would never believe her story of being in 1930‘s Germany with minimal conscious control over where or when she popped up in. She opened his date book to find out when he would be back. She noticed he would be out for lunch until 2:30, which was half an hour from now. She grinned and decided to rummage around his desk to see what she could find. She opened the first drawer to find a set of keys and some files. She pocketed the keys and looked at the files. They were all about her. She could tell someone wanted to kill her very badly. Vinny’s murder had been a setup to try to lure her out of hiding. They hadn’t expected she’d be right there. She felt sick that her own boss would sign off on that. Then she noticed the signature at the bottom wasn’t her boss’ name or handwriting. In fact, it was the name of the boss of the rival mob, the Scarpios. She must be in his office. She shredded the files and decided to trash the office. She opened all the drawers in the desk and scattered the contents all over the floor. Soon she came upon an open box of condoms. She grinned and poked holes in the condoms then put the box back in the drawer. After the desk was emptied, she broke the expensive-looking crystal vase that was standing in the corner. “oops.” she said, her smile widening. Suddenly, as she was contemplating what to break next, the door opened and the boss came in. She quickly hid in his personal bathroom as he screamed at seeing his trashed office. She tossed his PDA into the toilet and flushed until the toilet overflowed, then jumped from the window to the roof as he ran in. Then she jumped as she was approached by a guard who happened to be on a smoke break. “You’re Cosette, ain’t you? You’re the one the boss wants dead. What’re you doing here?” Cosette noticed he was hot and decided not to lie. She walked towards him. “I just escaped from trashing your boss’ office.” The man was shocked at her audacity at telling the truth. “You little bitch! Do you have a death wish or something?” he said pointing his gun at her. Cosette simply closed the gap between them and kissed his mouth, silencing him. He instinctively kissed back as he dropped his gun and hugged her to him. Suddenly, as his hand wrapped around the back of her skull and the other hand went down into her panties, she inhaled the smell of cigarettes and felt sick to her stomach. She broke the kiss and pulled away before throwing up. He jumped back as she continued to be sick. “You OK, sweetie?” he asked in concern. Cosette opened her mouth to answer but then vomited again as he and the smell came closer to her. “I’m going to get the doctor. Hold on.” He said before running downstairs. As soon as the smell was gone, Cosette felt better. She took off her soiled dress and threw it in the trash bin that was conveniently placed on the roof. She wished Epenow was here to comfort her after she was sick, or even Hitler whom she knew would be beside himself with worry. She lay down on the concrete roof and hugged herself, trying to feel her boyfriend’s arms around her as she heard footsteps on the stairs. “Cosette, you OK?” Cosette recognized the voice as Luca ran up to her. “I’m sick, Luca. I just threw up.” Luca lifted her in his arms and then stopped. “Kid, when was the last time you had your period?” Cosette was shocked at his forward question. Usually she was the one who was forward about feminine things like that. “A few months, but my periods aren’t regular. Why?” Luca looked into her eyes and said, “Cuz you’re pregnant. I’m not a doctor, but that bump is definitely a baby.” “What bump, Luca?” Luca ran his hand slowly over her bare belly, outlining a small but firm rise in her abdomen. She gasped in shock and horror. She did not need to be pregnant in Nazi Germany, not when Hitler thought her to be an innocent twelve-year-old virgin. She was planning on staying there for a vacation from her stressful life in the mafia, but she knew that she needed to get out of there as soon as possible, before Hitler insisted on helping her dress. “Calm down, honey. It’s not good for you or for the baby for you to be stressed out like this. I’ll talk to the boss about maternity leave for you. Perhaps he’ll even let you and the father stay at his villa. Also, you need to have the doctor take a look at you. Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart. You’ve got family behind you and we’re never gonna leave you. Whatever you need, you’ll have. We ain’t called ‘the family’ for nothing.” Cosette felt reassured and began to fall asleep. “I guess it’s time for me to go back to Nazi Germany.” she murmured.
Cosette woke up in her bedroom in the Berghof. Nothing seemed amiss here. It was nighttime and the crescent moon was shining through her bedroom window. She got up and walked over to the window and was surprised to see stars. She hadn’t seen stars in decades, perhaps even half a century. She sighed in contentment as she looked up at the sky. Then suddenly she saw movement in the stars. She wondered if it was a UFO. She opened the window and climbed onto the outer ledge to see better. Then she realized she must climb higher to see anything. She jumped from the window to the roof and then, standing on her tiptoes, she looked back into the sky. She wished she had a telescope. Suddenly she saw the stars move again, this time she could tell it wasn’t just a random occurrence. It was too coordinated, too well executed to be random. Shock filled her mind as she realized she was witnessing a UFO, probably with space aliens piloting it. The shock was so much that all of a sudden she began to faint. She caught herself just in time and instead of collapsing, she just fell to her knees on the roof. She watched the UFO in awe until she heard the crow of roosters in the distance, snapping her out of her trance. She was startled to see the faint glimmer of sunlight creeping over the horizon. “It’s dawn!” she said to herself, scarcely believing it. She then quickly went back to her own bed and lay down in it, pretending to have slept the whole night. As soon as her eyes were closed, the door opened and Himmler came in. She expected him to slam the door, but he instead closed it gently, trying not to wake her up. She decided to mess with him. Her eyes fluttered open as he approached her. “Good morning, Prinzessin.” he said, smiling at her. “Good morning, Herr Himmler. Did you sleep well?” Himmler was now standing very close to her. “I admit that I slept poorly. I was so worried over you that I could not sleep.” Cosette could not tell whether he was being sincere or not, but pretended to give him the benefit of the doubt. “You worried because I am ill?” she asked. Himmler replied, “I suppose that is the reason I worried over you. But there was something else, there was another thing that worried me, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.” Cosette raised an eyebrow. If she didn’t know better she’d think he was psychic. Perhaps the aliens gave him information. Either way, she knew it was time to come out with the truth before he somehow figured it out for himself and told Hitler. She needed an ally, someone she could trust with the truth. She would also need help as the pregnancy progressed both to keep the secret and medical help for what she could already feel would be a difficult pregnancy fraught with complications. So she said, “There is something else, Herr Himmler. But you must keep this secret between us or my life will be in peril.” Before Himmler had time to respond, she took his hand and put it under her nightgown and on her baby bump. He frowned in confusion at first, not registering what his hand was feeling. Cosette sighed and ran his hand over the bump several times. He suddenly gasped and gently squeezed the bump. “You’re pregnant, Clara! Did the Russians rape you?” Cosette shook her head. “No, the Russians never laid a hand on me. I had consensual sex with my boyfriend.” Himmler was obviously shocked. Then he recovered himself and said, “Where is he, Princess? He needs to know of this baby.” Cosette replied, “He’s in America. He lives on a reservation there.” Himmler seemed to have trouble understanding the answer for a few moments, then it dawned on him and he frowned. “He isn’t one of those savages over there, is he?” he asked, clearly dreading the answer. “No, he isn’t a savage!” she said, waiting for those words to cause Himmler to sigh in relief before adding, “He’s a Native American, not a savage!” He groaned. She said, “I need someone I can trust not to blab to Hitler or anyone else. If Hitler knew I was pregnant, he’d throw me out into the street. He wants a perfect little princess, not an underage mother. I’m willing to put in a good word about this person getting a large raise.” Himmler looked at her. “Are you trying to bribe me to keep the fact that you have been lying to Hitler since the moment he met you a secret?” Cosette nodded and said, “I’ll do anything to keep myself in Hitler’s favor. This position as Hitler’s daughter and princess of Germany is the best thing that could have happened to me, even in my current situation, and I will fight to keep it that way. What better place to be pregnant than the Berghof, especially when Hitler already thinks I am weak from illness? Besides, being a princess sure beats killing people for the boss, especially since I doubt there is such a thing as maternity leave in the mafia.” To her surprise Himmler nodded, genuine sympathy in his eyes. “I cannot imagine what it must be like to be in such danger at your young age, let alone be pregnant as well. I will protect you and your child. As long as I remain in some sort of power, you need not fear. I will not allow harm to come to either of you.” Cosette was shocked at this level of empathy coming from a Nazi. “But why? I thought you Nazis were all about eliminating the undesirable people from society. I would think an underage mother would be high on your kill list.” Himmler took her hand and answered, “Because my daughter is only a few years older than you. If something like this happened to her, I would be beside myself. Also you are like a niece to me.” Cosette was shocked that he already saw her as a niece. She had only ever met him once and that was only for a few minutes. Relief filled her at the knowledge she didn’t have to live in fear of Hitler finding out about the baby. The only thing that could be better would be Epenow being with her through the pregnancy. She knew he was the father because for the last few years he was the only one she had ever had sex with. She was planning on breaking up with Louis for good and marrying Epenow, but hadn’t known how divorce worked in the vampire world. She missed Epenow very much. Tears began to drip down her face at the thought of him. Himmler was at once alarmed at this and did not know what was the matter or how to help. He hugged her, clearly hoping that was what she needed. If he had been Native American, it would have worked. But he wasn’t and it didn’t even begin to assuage her grief. Instead, she began to shake as she tried not to burst out sobbing. Himmler rubbed her back, trying desperately to comfort her. “Clara, what is the matter?” he asked. Cosette shook her head, knowing if she opened her mouth she would start to cry. “Princess, please tell me what to do! I’m not sure how to make you feel better.” said Himmler, looking into her tear filled eyes. Cosette swallowed hard and managed to speak: “I miss Epenow, the father of this baby. He is probably insane with worry over me.” Himmler sighed. “I’m sorry you have to go through this alone, Prinzessin. It isn’t fair to you or to the baby. If there’s anything I can do to ease your burden, just let me know.” Cosette smiled up at him and then threw her arms around him. He hugged her back then he sighed and kissed her. The kiss was gentle, not passionate like the kisses she was used to. He didn’t try to gain access to her mouth at all, nor did he do anything but rub his lips against hers. She tried to get her tongue inside his mouth, but he resisted. She was quickly getting frustrated and she slipped her hand down his pants and gently ran her long sharp fingernails along his shaft until he moaned in pleasure, opening his mouth for a few seconds, allowing her tongue to slip in and assault his mouth. She pushed him down onto the pink bedspread. “Let’s christen this bed.” she said, now so horny she couldn’t control herself. “Clara, don’t!” Himmler protested, trying to push her off with no success. She took her hand out of his pants and then put her pussy so that his cock ground against it. Himmler had grabbed her hips, but instead of forcing her off, he pulled her down harder against him. “We shouldn’t do this, Clara! I understand you miss your boyfriend, but this isn’t the way to console yourself. This is the last thing you ought to be doing in your condition.” Cosette simply grinned at his protests and covered his mouth with hers as she ground herself against him. This time he allowed her immediate access to his mouth as their tongues played. He sighed then pushed her down beneath him as he switched to being on top. She looked out the window and was shocked to see her first love, the man who had taken her virginity squatting on the branch of a tree near her window, watching her. “Avanoco!” She said as Himmler spread her legs and put his head in between them. He didn’t seem to realize she wasn’t paying any attention to him anymore. Avanaco licked his lips sexily, the way he had the first night he and Cosette had slept together.
Cosette woke up in a lavish room she did not recognize. It almost looked like Vinny’s mansion. Then she remembered Vinny was dead and began to cry. Immediately she heard footsteps and a few moments later the door opened. “Cocoa, you all right sweetie?” said Luca. Cosette laughed at the nickname. “So I’m Cocoa now?” she asked. Luca smiled. “Sorry. That’s what the boss’ little girl calls you.” Cosette sat up and patted the bed. “Come in, Luca. It’s nice to see a friendly face. I was crying because of Vinny.” Luca came in and sat on the bed. “Well, that’s why you’re here, to protect you. Also, the fact that you’re pregnant kinda influenced the boss’ decision to allow you to stay here until the docs clear you for duty.” Cosette looked around. “Where am I anyway?” Luca replied, “Sorry, I forgot you were out cold on the way here. This is the boss’ personal villa and you are in the master bedroom and as long as the boss never finds that little factoid out, we’re good.” Cosette grinned and said, “I keep fainting. Is that normal?” Luca nodded. “My Serita, she passed out all the time when she had a bun in the oven.” Cosette laughed. Luca was like an older brother to her. “So when is my boyfriend coming? You said earlier both me and the father of the baby would be living here.” Luca frowned. “The boss wasn’t enthusiastic about having a man not in the mafia living here. I told him about your boyfriend Epenow, but he said he didn’t want him anywhere near you or the villa. I’m sorry, Cocoa.” Cosette was pissed off at Luca’s attempt to soothe her with the nickname. “Don’t call me that.” she said icily, trying to use her anger to prevent tears. It was no use and soon she began to cry. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I should have pushed him harder, demanded that Epenow be allowed here. I was too afraid he wouldn’t allow me to come here to keep you company. He told me if I didn’t back down on the subject, he would make you stay here alone.” Cosette screamed in anguish. Suddenly she felt the bed become wet. She stood up to see a huge blood stain. Luca saw it too and said, “Lie down, Cosette! I’ll go get the doctor!” “The doctor is in the villa?” she asked. Luca nodded. “The boss was worried you’d have a medical emergency here and decided to have the doctor live here with you.” Cosette nodded as Luca ran out of the room faster than she’d ever seen a mortal run. She was surprised when the door opened only five minutes later. She knew no mortal could run that fast. She was even more shocked when she recognized the doctor as Toncana, the medicine man who had saved her life when she had caught pneumonia in 1798. “Toncana, I thought you were dead!” she said in awe. Toncana smiled and replied, “Nope. Your friend Lestat made me a vampire.” Cosette rolled her eyes at the fact she now needed to thank the jerk known as Lestat, the brat prince. Toncana laughed. “No need to thank him, Cocoa. He didn’t do it for you, he did it for himself. I was his first attempt at making a companion in the New World. I left him the day after he made me, unable to stand him. Then he moved on to New Orleans and Louis.” Cosette said, “That son of a bitch! Now I can slap him the next time I see him and he’ll think it’s totally random!” Cosette loved randomly hitting Lestat. Toncana smiled at her then walked over with vampiric speed. “Luca said you were bleeding.” Cosette nodded. Toncana’s smile disappeared as he spread her legs. “Honey, you’re bleeding very badly. The baby is most likely in distress.” Cosette frowned, frightened of losing her baby. Luca came into the room as the doctor pulled her panties down to get a better look. He immediately went red as he saw her legs wide open. “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked. I didn’t realize you were in the middle of an exam.” Cosette said, “Don’t go, Luca!” Luca stopped and turned around, then walked over to Cosette and knelt down and took her hand. He still seemed nervous, so Cosette said, “Pretend I’m Serita. She had a lot of exams when she was pregnant with little Tony, right?” To her surprise tears came into Luca’s eyes. “Yeah. I never told you this, but Serita nearly died when she was pregnant with Tony. She had every complication in the book. Not many know this, but Tony was our last and only child. If she got pregnant again, she’d die within the first few months. Now that you’re having complications, I’m scared that the same thing will happen to you.” Cosette looked at Luca. “I’m so sorry, Luca! I’m sorry you’ll never be a parent again, and I’m sorry little Tony died in that explosion. If I had known he was the only kid you were ever gonna have, I would have tried harder to focus on saving him and not the boss’ little girl.” Luca said, “You did your best. The boss knew that Tony was my only, but as any parent would, he wanted you to save his kid instead. We’re trying to adopt a kid from overseas, but it might not work out, especially since Serita isn’t going to live much longer.” Cosette suddenly got an idea. “Luca, what about me? I’m still able to conceive and bear children with ease. I look a lot like Serita, nobody will know the difference. What if you and I had a baby? It’d be like I was a surrogate mom. As for Serita, if she went to Italy, she could convince the Vultori to transform her into a vampire, then she wouldn’t die.” Luca said, “You’d do all that for me? I know I’m like a brother to you, but these things are nothing short of miracles. You would grant such wishes for us?” Cosette nodded. “Yes, I would do it in a heartbeat. You’ve always been there for me, even when it was hard or inconvenient for you, and you never refused to do what I needed, no matter how impossible it was. I want to repay that debt.” Luca hugged Cosette tight, tears of joy streaming down his face. “Thank you, Cosette! What can I ever do to repay you for this miracle?” Cosette said, “No need to repay me, Luca, because this is a repayment for you saving my life.” Luca was immediately confused. “When did I save your life, sweetheart? I don’t remember doing anything special for you.” Cosette said, “Nearly ten years ago, my uncle finally found me after years of me evading him. I had just become a made man in the mafia, and I had just met you. One night, my uncle came to my mansion and began to beat me.%