Mein Fuhrer [WRC]

Eva:
I awoke in the middle of the night, to a loud clamoring downstairs, so I arose out of my bed, and went to investigate. Hiding from my vantage point at the top of the stairs, I was able to see two German soldiers with SS armbands, and my breath quickened. My father was arguing with the soldiers, my mother crying close by, kneeling on the floor, hysterical. My heart at this point was pounding in my chest.

One soldier struck my father in the head with the butt of his pistol, and my father collapsed to the floor. During my observations, tears began to run down my cheeks, as I huddled closer to the banister, and with the last cold action, my heart missed a beat. I watched my father writhing in agony on the floor, and I was helpless, my eyes unable to move from the horrible scene before me, yet taking it all in. I could not stop the tears, nor could I speak.

My father was bound, and my mother dragged to her feet by the cruel soldiers. After a barrage of words that I couldn't hear from my vantage point, my mother pointed towards me, at my refuge atop the stairs, and the soldiers approached. I was frozen in fear. They caught me easily.

There was a truck outside, and we were loaded into it. It lurched into gear, and traveled for miles. The road was bumpy, and as a 15 year old girl, I had no clue to the depth of demise. My father told me to be brave, and my mother just wept silently. I had no idea where we were going, but at the time, I think they did. Sometimes, I cherish those memories, the fear, the uncertainty, the chaos. I learned a lot from that, and it molded me for the future.

Adolph:
There's a limit you have to place, which balances the burden against the need. There is a superior race on this planet, those not mingled with the taint of color, and therefore my premise for my actions. There needs only one race, one method of government, and that is Socialism. The pains we must endure to achieve that goal will be great, but worth the cost. As I sit here in this rotting prison cell, and pen these thoughts, I remind myself every goal has a cost, a sacrifice, and I recall my mistakes from my failed takeover during the Beer Hall Putsch. I reserve such faults for the weak, however those are that have incarcerated me here. My only sentence is that I failed once, but now look forward to a future of a motherland that is devoid of such ignorance, under my rule, and I as their leader. My experiences as a lad of barely fifteen years have not been forgotten, and the members of the Thule hardly induct those not worthy. My service during the World War speaks for itself, these gaudy medals barely the indication of the fuhrer I will become. I march forward, bravely, with new ideas, the final goal being the deliverance of my true sovereignty.

Eva:
I worked in the camps for the next two years, separated from my mother and father, and learned the skills required in prison camps. My body developed, and the soldiers noticed, so I grew myself into favor with them, trading my body at night for privileges during the day. Such I began to realize the cruel and primitive ways of man, and how easily they become controlled. I began to use my wiles to play them against each other, and they were soon trying to out do one another in feeble attempts at garnering my favor. Among their ranks I became a Mistress, and little do I say about what depraved men will ask for at the hand of a woman sadist. Cold to passion, the men cared little for their own hearts, and such men deserved punished. So punish them I did, inflicting pain at their behest, their twisted desires gladly filled, debauchery and perverseness the staples of their souls. It was all utterly repulsive to me, but I knew a weak heart wouldn't survive long, so I removed my heart and lived as soulless as I could.

My reputation grew, and the guards started bringing Deutchmarks instead of just favors. I could buy things with money, and no longer confined to camp, but able to roam freely, I did.

I learned about Bund Deutscher Mädel (German Girl's League), and soon enlisted. They taught me the skills of refinement, record keeping, and how to use a typewriter. It was during my duties one day, delivering an envelope of memos, was when I first saw him, and I knew my life had changed forever.

For I had saw a real man, and he was speaking real words, with the passion that had been far removed from my soul. I listened, and the words he spoke caused my heart to flutter, and I was sure that what he said was the truth, spoken with conviction.

I started planning our first meeting.

Adolph:
I am rising in favor. The people are listening to my truths. There are those still ignorant, who can't understand my vision, but they are dealt with in a timely fashion. A weak leader has no place leading. There must be strength and resolution in every leader, and with such merits I speak to my people. There must be an expansion of our race, and my deputies understand this as well. Himmler and Goebbels I trust implicitly.
Today, after my speech, I believe I spied an angel in the crowd. Beautiful and seductive, she caught my eye, and the only weakness within me was catapulted to the front of my mind. Shaking my head, I quickly regained my senses, and left the crowd to plan in my study.

Eva:
I caught his eye. I know it. I watched the barely perceptible twitch, as I have grown to read men, and know the second part of my plan will be soon to follow. With a man such as this I can become something I rarely dream, and something within is breathing it's breath in me. My stomach is tight, my breath quick, and my passion re-kindled. The heat is burning within, a small glowing ember. Need I feed it more, I ask myself, unable to answer.

Adolph:
My invasion is going according to plan. My troops are gathering the dissenters, from the Gypsy, Romanian, and Jewish populations. Only a weak ruler would show compassion, so I've set up camps for those who refuse to listen. My lieutenants are performing exceptionally well, relentlessly carrying out my orders. After jotting down another memo to relay to the Reich, I call for a secretary.

There she is in front of me, the angel from the crowd, so I look at her curiously.

“What is your name?”

“It's Eva Braun, mein fuhrer.” She bows slightly, and I am impressed with her grace.

“Please deliver this promptly,” I said, handing her a manila folder, “and return after it's delivery to notify me personally.” She bowed once more, and promptly left, her body flowing like the wind. Only a soulless man would not yield to such visions, and being captivated as such, I resolved to learn more about her.
(Continued...)

(From above...)


Eva:
I had to pay a hefty sum to the girl on duty that day assigned as his personal secretary, and it was eagerly accepted, ten times the amount of a normal bribe. Such price was nothing to be able to stand in his presence for but a few moments, to gaze upon his gently chiseled face, his strong shoulders framed by his regal garb. When the summons bell rang, I composed around me every womanly wile, and strode confidently in his chambers.

It was a delivery, addressed to Himmler, from the fuhrer himself! I felt honored and delighted at the same time, as mein fuhrer had requested a task from me. I further beamed as I walked down the hall with my assignment, knowing I would attend his presence once more. I thought and plotted in my mind.

Adolph:
A rapping upon my chamber door alerted me back to my plans for the motherland.

“Enter.”

My secretary entered, curtsied, and explained that she hand delivered my message successfully. Not wanting her to leave, I motioned her towards a chair.

“Mein fuhrer?” she asked, her eyes meeting my own, and I realized for the first time the veracity and strength this girl had. Such qualities rose above the extraordinary physical charm, and I was intrigued.

“Please, child, sit.”

“An honor, mein fuhrer.”

He noticed she trembled slightly as she took her seat, yet that her poise failed her not.

“I have need of loyalty such as yours, so instead of reporting for your next duty cycle tomorrow, you will report directly to me at 8 am sharp.”

“My pleasure, mein fuhrer.”

“You may go.”

I watched with pleasure as she stood, bowed, and left quietly.

Eva:
It was easy to seduce him, and through many a trist, I began to love and admire the person he truly was. During one such episode I whispered my loyalty to him, as I felt the passion from within the depths of his soul. Notwithstanding, he contained the same dark passions as any other, yet I was eager to please him any way I could. Our relationship was by necessity was kept secret, as were many secrets from that time, but no secrets existed within my bed chambers when he did visit me. Lovers, yet best friends we became. My agenda turned from wanting him, to helping him, and the strategies we devised during early morning conversations won him Poland and an expansion further west.

Adolph:
She has become my consort. Her mind is admirable and strong, and her motives sincere. Eva brings out the true man in me, one that before her was merely a fuhrer, and now that she has brought forth that man, there is no reason that logic dictates to prevent me from ruling the world. She is a soul as ruthless as my own, and such as her deserves to rule by my side. Together, we can accomplish anything.

The camps are full, so I have personally ordered the reduction of camp populations. Crematories will need built, which is the only just method of elimination, and such cold acts are justified by the nature of truth. Increasing the numbers of our Aryan race is our primary goal, and the weak and impure must be removed, the way nature originally intended.

Eva:
The war bodes unwell for us. The Britons and Americans are relentlessly attacking our positions, and logistics are low. I have asked mein fuhrer to lower the inscription age of the German youth for the Hitler-Jugend to eleven, as we are becoming desperate to keep re-enforcements in place. He agreed. At some point, we will have to relinquish some of our land we've attained, and I foresee to contain our empire within more sustainable means. My love for Adolph has surpassed any previously held bounds, and tonight he's asked for my hand in marriage. Within a week we will be wed.

Adolph:
Love's pure fire burns within me, and suffering the losses of my troops is becoming unbearable. I have orders for them to fight to the last man. Eva has stood by my side these past 16 years, unwaivering in her support for me, and therefore I will do the honorable duty and marry her. If nothing else, it will secure for the posterity of the motherland a rally, and it would be at no more precise a time to avail itself forth. The date is yet three days away. My bride awaits her introduction to her people.

(Continued....)

(From above....)

Eva:
I would steal mein fuhrer away from this madness, now bearing his hand in marriage, but as the stout ruler he is, there is no cowardice within him. We are nearly overrun with enemy troops, and are preparing to evacuate to our private bunker. How short lived this now all seems, but I can put into words for history's sake that mine has been a life well spent. For what more is there to life than to live, and love, and having found your heart's desire, to follow him to whatever ends we meet.

Adolph:
The bunker is holding, but I fear this is the end. I will not be taken alive, nor will I let the love of my life be taken either. She has the power to end it all, my Ruger loaded and a cyanide pill within her hand. I have instructed her to finish it now, while our love is complete, her love to yield forth the most sadistic act I have ever required form her.

With tears streaming down her face, she agrees.

Eva:
His life is gone from him, caused by my hand, and now I follow him as I bite into the poison. May history record that the greatest leaders are often the most understood, and as I follow mein fuhrer into the darkness, let it be said that I have understood his soul, a man with passion who met an untimely demise, and that I follow with all willingness. Truly, I meet my end with no regrets. My eyes dim, and I fade.....

(Author's note: Eva Braun first met Adolph Hitler when she was at age 17. They were married for 40 hours, when Hitler was 56, and Eva 33. I did not try to be historically accurate, working from a different perspective afforded to us by history.)

An unusual perspective.
S&F

Very nicely written. One of the best stories of yours that I've read.

Thanks for the kind words, and I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Sweet story druid, one of my favourites so far (apart from the lack of garish colours to represent each character).
All though there was one chapter I was looking forward to reading which was noticeably absent...




Eva:
Sitting on my bed together, I laid my hand on his leg. He seemed almost…nervous. I don't think I'd ever seen him like this before. His moustache bristled and he stammered slightly when he talked. It was just about one of the sweetest moments I can remember

Adolph:
I knew this day was inevitable, she wants to play drücken die wiener. I can only pray she understands my... limitations

Eva:
Mein Fuhrer.... Nur einen hoden!!! Oh mein Gott!?!

Adolph:
She seems to be buying the story about the SS training accident

Eva:
One lousy testicle. He sooooooo better win this war....

reply to post by Druid42

my Ruger loaded and a cyanide pill

You probably want to change that to Luger. Rugers weren't made until several years later in the U.S.

I did not try to be historically accurate, working from a different perspective afforded to us by history.

I was wondering what the heck she was doing in a work camp.

reply to post by pthena


Take that as a simple typo, and lack of better proofreading. Good thing I only used that word once. However, I'm past the edit time, and it's a bit of hassle to fix now.

Thanks for reading.

reply to post by 1littlewolf


Thanks, 1lw, glad you stopped by to read.

The chapter(s) you are referring to never made the final edit. I had to chop out a lot of "steaminess" and settled instead for simpler words like "sadist". I let your imagination fill in the rest. There are T&C's to follow, you know, and I wanted to keep it ATS friendly.

Very Nice indeed.


When you can craft a WW2 story,and spin it ,into the contest parameters, it is a bonus.

Poor Eva.........

Originally posted by Druid42
reply to post by 1littlewolf

 

Thanks, 1lw, glad you stopped by to read.

The chapter(s) you are referring to never made the final edit. I had to chop out a lot of "steaminess" and settled instead for simpler words like "sadist". I let your imagination fill in the rest. There are T&C's to follow, you know, and I wanted to keep it ATS friendly.

Yes yes, gotta keep it clean for the kiddies. I will say though that there's some places even my imagination won't venture...

It must have been dreadful to hear a knock at the door in those days and I must say this another great story my friend S&F for you.