"Midnight tomorrow, Herr Major sends me to fight!" Rip exclaimed giddily.
The thin vampiress stared at the ceiling as she lay in her bed, the rooms other occupant made an almost non-committal sound.
Hans sat on the edge of Rip's bed, concentrating on mending a tear in his coat, he had come to her room to borrow a needle and some thread.
"I can't wait," Rip continued cheerfully. "I'll finally be able to confront the enemy!"
Hans stiffened slightly; the girl obviously had no idea as to what she was up against.
Rip propped herself up on one elbow, pulling the blanket up to better cover her body. She addressed the werewolf's back.
"Do you think I'll defeat him, Kapitän?"
Hans glanced back over his shoulder at her. This girl, she was too naïve. Little more then a child, she dreamed of glory when she was destined to die.
"Well?" Rip persisted.
Han turned to face her, and in a single swift movement had pinned her to the bed, the blanket falling away from her pale body. He tipped her head back, locking gazes with the now terrified girl.
"K-K- Kapitän?" she stammered.
Hans released his grip on her, and stood. A soft sound, some were between a growl and a sigh emanated from deep within his throat. He glanced at Rip; she had partially curled up in self-defense and lay trembling in the pale moonlight that streamed through the only window.
Bending, Hans retrieved his coat from where it had fallen to the floor. He stared a moment at the neat stitches, before draping it gently over the girl's frightened form. Turning, he left the room without a backward glance.
Rip stared out the window at the nearly full moon, shifting slightly beneath the heavy greatcoat, Hans' unspoken message running through her mind.
If you can't even defend yourself from me, how can you face the devil and hope to return again?
I'll willingly listen to ideas, and consider requests.