Book One: Schwarzer Wolf

Chapter 22: A Second Coming

-1997, February 21st-

It was dark, but not as dark as I expected. The sun had set as I snapped my eyes open. I could hear the sounds of distant gun and ccannon fire, but nothing like ever before. I looked around saw it was coming from a mass of land in the distance. I noted that a naval battle was taking place as well, the sounds of 127mm and something going off consistently took hold.

I got up, looking down and seeing I was dressed differently. I still had my sword, but nothing else. My clothes were a black sweater or turtleneck, depending on your definition, and black pants. The bottom of the pants were tucked into a set of brown boots, which were much more comfortable than the last pair of boots I had.

I started walking towards the gunfire, being able to see it from where I was. The moon slipped from out a pair of clouds, casting a gentle shade of light. That’s when I saw them.

An Iowa class battleship was dueling a pair of “Siren” ships. I had heard of them in the past, but not many details. I took a moment to take in the sight, before one of the Sirens was blown straight to hell as the Iowa fired a full broadside into its face. I saw the hull number light up for only a second, and I knew I was in a bad spot.

USS Wisconsin, BB-64. I had been briefed on in the case of Japan being defeated early. She was a considered the worst of the class, being reckless and without thought. By the end of 44, she had singlehandedly struck perfect fear into those around her and terror into her enemies. The last I heard was that she was going to be the first to Berlin if she got the chance.

The second siren ship started its attempt to escape, which was futile as the 127mm guns tore into its very squishy side. Fires covered both warships as they started to slowly drift under the now calm seas. I could see a figure on Wisconsin’s ship, calmly smoking a cigarette and staring at the ships. Her deep red eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, driving a cold chill down my spine.

Should I approach her and see if she can help me, or do I sit here and hope she doesn’t notice me…I’ll be found either way, there isn’t much I can do to run away. Maybe if I-

My thoughts were cut short when I felt cold, sharp steel at my throat. I froze in place, realising Wisconsin had vanished from her spot. I felt warm breath against the back of my neck, which made me shudder. And then, she spoke.

“It isn’t nice to stare, but I’m sure you knew that.” Her voice was soft, yet slightly raspy. I felt a bit of aggression in it, but her voice was soothing. I could only nod, making sure not to cut my throat on the blade she held. Slowly, she moved the blade away from my throat and put it away, instead wrapping her arms around me.

“Now what’s a sugary delicacy like you doing here in 1997 and not 1946? I read the reports from that lovely little girl known as New Hampshire, especially about these….absolutely adorable ears of yours. So fluffy and cute, no wonder she hesitated to shoot you.” She started to play with my ears, fluffing them up and then flattening them. They were like hers, only a bit shorter and had a bandage wrapped around one. She seemed especially fascinated with it, touching it from different angles and going as far as to lick it. Her tongue was cold yet warm, soft yet coarse. It was a peculiar feeling that I didn’t like

“M-my ears…? O-oh….those. I-i do-don’t really like people you-touching the-them…”

“Oh really? You seem just fine with it now.”

“No-not like I can tell you to stop…”

“Hehe, that’s right.~” She whispered it into my bandaged ear, a seductive tone to it. I felt my cheeks warming slightly as she wrapped her arms around my waist, then started to pull me towards her ship. I didn’t try to fight back or anything, even through my body wanted to. Something about her made me practically go limp in her arms, almost as if she had cast a spell over me. It felt wrong….yet I felt safe in her arms. Safer than I had my entire life. 

She led me through the countless bulkheads and hallways that leg all over the ship. It was then I realised how truly beautiful my captor was. Her hair was long and silky smooth, reaching down to just below her waist. Her ears were jet black all the way around, only changing to white on the inside. Her clothes were normal….for someone in the army. She wore a sort of woodland camouflage jacket with matching pants, a black vest over the jacket. I noticed her eyes were…captivating. I felt hypnotized by simply looking up into them. It was a sensation I had never felt in my life, and was afraid of it.

We soon came to a room, her opening the door and pulling me inside. It was basic. The walls were the simple seen outside of the room, only a bit smoother. There was a large bed against the back wall, having a white sheet and black blanket. There was a desk bolted into the floor on the side wall, a lamp placed on it next to what looked like a blueprint of some sort. The other wall had a dresser and cabinet bolted in front of it. Next to the dresser was an armor stand, a helmet hanging on it. I noticed a gun cloest embedded in the wall, a few rifles and pistols in it. 

She pulled me to the bed, then pushed me onto it. I laid back, feeling my body slightly sink into it. She took off her vest, setting it on the stand. She then turned to me, her chest bouncing slightly. My eyes locked onto her chest, even through I tried to convince myself to look away. Her face was blank for only a second before a sly smirk took over.

“Like what you see huh?~” I felt frozen in place, unable to move or talk. My mind so desperately wanted to scream out…but I couldn’t. I was hypnotized and my situation only worsened as she slowly approached me, her breasts bouncing with every step. She then got onto the bed, the smirk becoming wider. My senses caame back to me as I speed crawled backwards into the backboard. She looked at me inquisitively, her face going blank. 

For some reason she just….smiled. It was unnerving to say the least. She soon grabbed my leg and pulled me forward, she then pinned my arms down as she lowered her face close to mine. A could smell the very faint scent of perfume coming from under her jacket. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. I saw what I didn’t expect: The eyes of a predator readying itself to pounce.

So I made a mistake. I kissed her. Her eyes widened, but she then pinned me down and took control over me. I fell into a sort of bliss, something I had never felt before. 

Everything after that was a blur of actions put together. The jacket being removed…the room spinning…the feeling of being loved…I can’t explain it and never will be ever to.

I awoke to a messy bed and a half dressed Wisconsin laying on top of me. I couldn’t move my head to look around, so I used my eyes. Wisconsin’s jacket was missing and her shirt was up, showing her chest pressing against my shirt. I couldn’t tell anything else as her hair hid the rest.

I wanted to try and wake her, but something told me not to. Just that little voice you feel whenever you want to do something questionable…compassion or something like it. I faded asleep after only a few minutes, wrapping my arms around her. 

I don’t know why…but I can feel something in her….something I need…whatever it is….I’ll get it…no matter what it takes.