BloodRayne: The Third Reich Page #4

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a metamorphosis of late.

A transitional phase.

To what do I owe

the pleasure of your...

the pleasure of your visit,

my dear girl?

Herr commandant, I have news

of the woman you seek.

I seek many women,

my child.

There's talk of an attack

at the rail depot yesterday,

and now the German soldier...

I know she's of interest.

Soldier?

At the bordello,

where I work.

I see.

He nearly raped

a masseuse,

and this woman hurt him.

Did she?

Yes.

Quite badly.

The worst, really.

I see.

And you know where

I can find this woman now?

She's still at the bordello,

mein commandant.

This is very good news.

You, look so young...

and smell so sweet.

I can feel the blood moving

through your vein.

Faster...

faster...

please.

My child there is one more thing

you can do to help me.

I need you

to help me heal.

Agh...

Yeah.

So, we meet again,

my dear girl.

Or would it be

more accurate to say,

dear mother.

Agh!

Stop!

Stop!

She must not die!

We need her alive!

I think we got her.

Inside!

I've got it.

Good.

What is that?

The commandant drained you

an hour ago.

An hour, gypsy.

Yes, remarkable healing

ability.

I feel... different...

stronger...

Oh, imagine

how powerful you'd feel...

if you were impervious

to this.

A simple test.

You've inherited his immunity,

however slight.

If you were a regular vampire,

the holy water would have

crushed your hand...

like paper-mache.

But imagine if holy water

had absolutely no effect,

Or fire, or wooden stake.

Imagine the possibilities.

Your blood nourished

the commandant,

Helped him with his healing.

A necessary exchange.

We must all make sacrifices

to benefit the Fhrer.

Times they are a-Changing

gypsy.

Why just yesterday I thought

the daywalker was a myth,

A figment of scientific

conjuncture.

But today the world,

as they say,

The world in our oyster.

Change is inevitable.

Evolution, inevitable.

The fatherland, inevitable.

Rook takes knight.

What are you up to,

herr doctor?

Doctor?

I can't help myself,

doctor...

it's the devil in me.

It's curious to me,

this change you've endured.

I've studied it,

But I don't comprehend

the science.

What if it's not science?

What if it's something

bigger than science.

Science is everything!

Am I still your favourite

subject?

You are certainly

the most verbose.

You've jettisoned

your human foibles,

your mortal coil,

as Shakespeare called it.

He sounds like a smart man.

You've managed to somehow

both evolve...

and regress at the same time.

You're confusing to me,

I like it.

On the other hand,

You've become subservient

to your primordial instincts.

What are those?

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