Date: Sat, 9 May 2020 12:24:33 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre Part 30

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`What do you think Sir, Ernst had them made' Gunther added.

I smiled at him, I am sure he had. The dogs bounded over to Chris and I, we
both got down on our hunkers to greet them, I was pleased to see Chris was
a dog lover. Another mental note to self.

I stood, having given them both a hug and saying how smart they looked in
their new collars.

`You look very smart too' It was Zoltan,

I looked down at him, this telepathy with my dog was going to take some
getting used to.

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Vampyre - Part Thirty


`Time to make our entrance then' I said

Chris, Gunther and myself, together with Zoltan and Boyra started to walk
down to the Great Hall.

`Sir' It was Martin; the head of my security detail.

`Yes Martin'

`Sir, just to let you know that the estate is now fully secured, I have
however lost one of my security guards, I think he might be with err one of
the guests'

`Oh, okay Martin, I will look into it, while I am thinking about it, can
you keep Philippe well away from the house, I don't want anyone taking
advantage of him'

`Yes Sir'

`Thank you Martin, let me know if anything changes, carry on'

Martin headed back towards the temporary control room he had set up in the
kitchens, we continued on into the Great Hall, Montfort was there already,
Connor by his side both in SA uniforms; Montfort's collar patches matching
my own, several of the other Old Ones, dressed like us, I recognised them
all, half of the early thirties SA Leadership was in the room.

`Wow neat' Chris gasped as we entered the Hall.

I looked round the room, talk about a makeover; who had done all this?
Where had all my furniture gone? Christ, hanging from the walls of the room
from either side of the double doors were hung floor to ceiling, three foot
wide by ten foot long, Swastika flags, in front of each, standing at
attention; six either side of the doors, were twelve SA musicians; drummers
and fanfare trumpeters; ceremonial SA banners hanging from their
instruments, in front of the remaining flags circling the rest of the room
stood an SA man in full uniform. A large Fuhrer Banner now had pride of
place above the stone fire place, the room was alive with light glistening
off the gold braid of the uniforms and flags and the gleaming highly
polished instruments, all of them reflecting the setting last rays of the
sun through the windows and the flames of the roaring fire, I glared at
Gunther, who shrugged his shoulders and mouthed.

`I tried to tell you earlier Sir'

He had, I glanced at my watch, still no sign of Ernst or Karl; I would be
having a serious word with them both. As I stood trying to take it all in,
one of the SA Officers nearest the door, slammed his foot to the ground
bringing himself to attention, barking out the order.

`Honour Guard Aufmerksamkeit', The room reverberated to booted feet
slamming to attention; the men now ramrod straight, then silence, I glanced
round, then nearly jumped out of my skin as the eight drummers; who had
previously all been standing quietly along the wall, rapidly began to beat
out a steady rhythm. The four fanfare trumpeters began an ear splitting
fanfare as the doors were opened into the hall and in marched Jurgen
carrying a gold eagle topped `Deutschland Erwache' standard, he was flanked
by two other equally tall and well built, impressive specimens of German
manhood, close behind them was Karl in his SA Gruppenfuhrer uniform and
then Ernst in his SA Leaders uniform, his blood red collar patches,
glistened with the gold thread which picked out his rank patches, no wonder
we used to be called, rather derogatorily `The Golden Pheasants'.

I did a double take as Zeke followed him in, dressed in the black later war
Hitler Youth uniform, his dagger hanging from his waist; where had he
gotten that uniform, as if I didn't know. Ian was by his side in an SA
Uniform. Ernst, Karl, Zeke and Ian, took up a position in front of Jurgen's
colour party, the drummers and fanfare trumpeters stopped abruptly, another
barked order.

`Zur Wende, Marz'

With that the musicians and the SA troopers, did a smart right turn and
marched out of the room, the heavy oak double doors banging closed behind
them, silence again. I nervously glanced at Chris, where had I been when
all this being planned? Chris, was smiling broadly and god he looked horny
in his uniform, Ernst turned to the room and held up his hand.

`Gentlemen, Yes I will speak in English, I borrowed one of Jonathon's
security guards earlier and he has improved my English no end'

That's where the missing guard was, Ernst chuckled and exaggeratedly wiped
his lips, a laugh and then a clap from Montfort.

`Well done, he has done a good job, which one was it, I need to improve my
English too' Montfort burst out laughing.

Ernst nodded and winked at him

`Later'

Ernst cleared his throat and continued.

`Gentlemen, first let me thank Jonathon for hosting this event for us all'

A round of applause

`Gentlemen, please join me in a toast'

Ernst clicked his fingers at two SA men, dressed in white Mess Jackets,
sometimes called white panzer wraps and black dress trousers, each holding
a silver tray of champagne glasses; where had those guys come from, they
must have slipped in behind Ernst and Zeke. I peered at the glasses, Oh
god, all those glasses contained a thick off white viscus liquid; some
drained squaddies cum, I glanced at Chris.

`Chris, I am not sure you will want one of these...' I started

`Nonsense' it was Montfort, `It will put hairs on his chest'

He belly laughed again and clapped Chris on the back, then taking two
glasses from the proffered tray handed one to Chris, I took one for myself,
Chris stared at the glass.

`Don't feel you have to drink it' I whispered to him

`Jonathon, don't worry, it's not the first time, I have had cum in my
mouth'

There was that smile again, Chris winked and smiled again. Oh crap, I
stepped forward.

`Karl, I am not sure Zeke should...'

Zeke glared at me.

`Jonathon, I won't tell you again'

Montfort hissed starring straight at me, I stepped back watching as Zeke
eagerly took the glass being offered to him by Karl.

`Meine Herren, ops Sorry Jonathon, Gentlemen, Please raise your glasses to
our continued existence, may we all live for a thousand years'

`A thousand years' the room barked back at him.

Where had we all heard that before? Ernst drained his glass and then threw
it at the fire place, the crystal shattering into a thousand pieces, it was
joined by several others, including Zeke's; Karl and him throwing them
together to a great cheer. It was good to see Zeke looking so happy, he was
really attached to Karl and Ernst, he seemed so relaxed with them, so
different than he was with me. I felt my arm being nudged

`Penny for them' Chris whispered.

I must have zoned out.

`Sorry Chris, I am fine'

`To us' he said, clinking his glass into mine.

`To us' I repeated

He looked so gorgeous, I wanted to rip his clothes off there and then,
later, I told myself, later.

`Gentlemen, onwards to the entertainment'

Ernst marched towards the French doors leading to the garden terrace, two
more SA men opened them in unison and following Ernst we all made our way
out on to the terrace and then down the stairs and into the main
marquee. As the doors were opened to us, the band within struck up
`Deutschland lied' there was shuffling of chairs as the occupants all stood
to attention and began belting out the first stanza.

Led by the Colour Party, Jurgen proudly holding the standard aloft, we made
our way in in procession.

`Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles, uber alles in der Welt,' Chris
grinned at me, as we walked through the doors and made our way down a
central corridor to a table laid out just for us at the far end of the
hall.  `Thank you for inviting me' he gripped my arm, `there must be
hundreds of guys in here, what a sight, you can see how so many became
followers' I glanced round at Gunther as the spectacle unveiled itself to
us.  `I tried to tell you' he mouthed again.  Montfort obviously caught me
looking round at Gunther, he wrapped his arm around Ernst's waist, loudly
proclaiming `Excellent, Excellent, Ernst' I am sure you can all imagine the
room had been transformed since I had last seen it, now set up like a Beer
Hall at the Munich beer festival. Subdued white lighting crisscrossed the
ceiling, from which hung great decorated garlands of green foliage,
highlighted with golden baubles, wooden tables and benches stretched out at
right angles to ours, which was sitting on a raised dais, a small stage
area in front of that, fronted with a typical Bavarian wooden fence,
decorated with garlands of green and gold, black red and white, at the rear
of the marquee were we had come in was a large bar along the entire wall,
several huge barrels of beer on wooden stands clearly visible, the bar
straining with large glass steins of frothing beer.  The previously white
walls of the marquee, were covered with alternating Bavarian flags of blue
and white cheques and blood red party Swastika banners, over to the right
was a small area again surrounded by a wooden fence topped with garlands of
green and gold, this was an area set aside for the orchestra initially and
then later as I would learn the Oompah band. Directly opposite was another
fenced and decorated area, which held three more long wooden tables and
benches, currently unoccupied.  Our table was covered with a white table
cloth, the front facing the assembled men again hung with Party Banners and
on the wall behind us a huge golden Party Eagle hung on an enormous silver
pleated wall covering. Ernst, shook hands with us each in turn and pointed
out where we were to sit, Montfort and I sat either side of him, on my
other side was Karl and then Chris and Gunther; I would rather have been
sitting next to Chris, even feeling a twinge of jealously as Karl clapped
him on the knee, both of them laughing together. But hang on where was
Zeke? I had not seen him since we left the Great Hall, I caught Gunther's
eye, mouthing to him, where is Zeke? He too looked round and shrugged his
shoulders. I was about to ask Ernst, when he stood and banged the table
with a wooden gavel.  `Meine Herren, Kameraden, herzlich willkommen' I
heard Karl whispering to Chris, Ernst just said `Gentlemen, Comrades,
Welcome' The barked out response made the place shake.  `Grusse Genosse'
Karl leaned in again to Chris they are replying `Greetings Comrade' he
whispered as Chris nodded. Ernst held up his hand for quiet.  `Ich habe
eine wichtige Ankundigung zu machen, bevor der Spass beginnt. Manner der SA
begrußen unsere Zukunft, bitte stehen Sie fur die Hitlerjugend ein'.  I
watched as Karl leaned even closer into Chris, translating what Ernst was
saying; I should be doing that.  `I have one important announcement to make
before the fun begins. Men of the SA welcome our future, please stand for
the Hitler Youth'.  As Karl finished translating we all stood at the top
table closely followed by the assembled SA men. A dozen drums began a
steady rhythm outside at the far end of the marquee, becoming noticeably
louder as the doors were opened, a barked order of command and the
orchestra in the marquee struck up into `Die Fahne hoch', `The flag on
high' also known as the Horst Wessel lied, one of the main songs of the
Hitler Youth. The first person through the doors was Zeke, proudly marching
towards us, dressed in his black Hitler Youth leader uniform. All of us at
the top table followed Ernst as he began clapping. Zeke was closely
followed by the two Scharfuhrer's; `Squad Leaders' similarly dressed, both
carrying the red and white Lozenge flags with Swastika's at their centres,
the flag of the Hitler Youth, behind them came the drummers and bugle boys
and finally two groups of twenty boys each, ranging in age from 14 to 16,
all wearing the brown HJ Uniforms, to the thundering assembled voices, they
added their own, proudly marching into the marquee.  `Die Fahne Hoch! Die
Reihen fest geschlossen! SA marschiert mit ruhig festem Schritt. Kameraden,
dir Rotfront und Reaktion erschossen, marschieren im Geist in unseren
Reihen mit'.  I could hear Karl, singing in English, probably for Chris's
benefit `The Flag high! The ranks tightly closed! SA marches with calm,
firm pace. Comrades who the Red Front and Reaction shot dead, march in
spirit within our ranks'.  As Zeke and the two Scharfuhrer's came up on to
the stage the drummers, buglers and marchers broke away and went to the
left into the unoccupied area, the drummers continuing to beat out the
beat, until Zeke came to a halt in next to Ernst. The marquee became quiet
as Ernst held up his hand, the troops now all resuming their seats.
`Gentlemen, yes this time I speak English, It is my great honour to promote
Zeke here, to the rank of Gebietsfuhrer of the Hitler Youth' Ernst turned
to Zeke and placed new collar patches on to his, nothing would surprise me
now tonight; Zeke now a senior youth leader, the assembled men again leapt
to their feet, as the Orchestra began once more to play the Deutschland
leid. As the singing came to an end, Ernst turned and saluted Zeke, shaking
his hand vigorously, he pointed to our table and Zeke, grinning wildly
joined us at the top table. This time Karl stood and shouted to the
assembled.  `Gentlemen, time to enjoy yourselves' I hadn't noticed the
Orchestra retiring and a full Bavarian Oompah band replacing them, as they
struck up the popular drinking song Ein Prosit, which many of you will
know, uniformed SA men in Whites, began distributing the steins of beer to
the tables, while the caterers brought out plates piled high with sausage,
sauerkraut and potato salad.  I sat looking at all this madness, my mind
taken back to the early thirties, we the Vampyre's had failed to stop it at
the time, it was us who had fled, why hadn't we fought back, we could have
won easily, but we preferred to remain undiscovered; so the madness had
taken hold and was to end less than twenty years later in total destruction
and chaos.  I glanced down to Chris again, Karl had his arm round him, they
were both laughing, I think I was the only person who wasn't. Of course our
table wasn't eating, but behind us was a gap in the silver curtain, through
it another room, where a selection of Montfort's squaddies were laid out
for us; I was no longer hungry, my mind was troubled, what was Ernst
thinking of; not just this orgy of indulgence, but a vintage Mercedes for
Zeke and now he had promoted him to be a senior leader of the youth
movement, I couldn't help thinking that Mark would never have allowed
this. Mark please come back, I pleaded silently, please.


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