I've redone it again. Sorry about this, but I didn't like the story and it needed improving drastically, just added some stuff in this chapter though. Hope you still read it.

Night had long since fallen on the small French village of Ludres. Dim lamps studded the main streets, maintaining what little life the area had at night, all the shops had been closed and the majority of its inhabitants resided in their homes. The village was in close proximity to the German border and had been an early and easy target for the invading Nazi's, guards littered the streets making it practically impossible to escape the permanent imprisonment. A well lit pub, Le Royale, lay at the centre of the main street, and, for the night, housed the vast majority of SS officers in the area, leaving the enlisted grunts to be let loose unattended on the town. The war had not been kind to the residents of Ludres, but the worse of it had yet to come.

The old wooden door from the French tavern creaked open, flooding light onto the dimly lit street. A short blonde girl emerged from it, giggling loudly, she turned to the lieutenant hovering over her, mesmerised by her every move. The girl' short red dress clashed against the dark heavy SS uniform the man wore as she pulled closer to him, gesturing for him to listen to her. She whispered to him. And in response he dragged her violently into the alleyway adjacent to the pub. The soldier yelled at her in heavily accented German as she let out a muffled scream, he continued to shout as four more Nazi's rushed out of the front door and into the alleyway to assist with the commotion. As four clear shots rung through the air, the muffled screaming ceased.

The darkened streets of small isolated towns, even one so full of Nazi soldiers, had become a godsend for the Basterds; it allowed them to carry out their work as quickly and efficiently as possible. Two of the team had been sent out into the village to gather supplies in order to make the journey towards a band of Nazis hiding in the Parisian forest, who a reliable source had told them, held the locations of a base. The two men stalked the backstreets, trying to keep to the shadows in an attempt to evade capture. The first was tall. His quick dark eyes surveyed the area, checking for any possible threats. Armed with a blood smeared baseball bat and a small hand gun tucked in his belt, he looked significantly more threatening than his counterpart who was slight and looked no older than 19. The smaller of the two stopped abruptly and threw out his arms, hitting the taller man in the chest with his rifle.

"Smith," said the taller man.

"Mhmm."

"What the fuck was that for?" he snarled.

"Can't you hear it?" Utivich murmured. They both stood silently, a faint sound of harsh German shouts echoed through the street, followed by a sharp scream. Almost instantly, both men started running.

"Smithson, which way did it come from?" he hissed.

"Donny. I'm not a navigator. I've got no fu-" Five shots sounded behind them in a shadowed alleyway. Both men doubled back, not caring anymore about keeping out of sight. The small winding streets of the village created the feeling of being a rat in the maze, a feeling not helped by the weak lighting. They headed straight for the small tavern, sat squat in the darkness, the source of the sounds. A hand protruded from the midnight black alleyway, the cuff bore the insignia of the SS. The one called Donny clutched his bat and gave a few practise swings while Utivich readied his rifle; Donny tapped Utivich on the shoulder.

"One," he mouthed, holding up his first finger.

"Two," Donny raised his bat.

"Three," they both launched into the alley.

They were greeted by a sight that they were not expecting to see. Five SS guards were slumped against the tavern wall, shot at strategic points in their heads. A sixth was towered over a small blonde girl; he had pushed her against the cold stony wall and was so preoccupied in doing so, that he failed to see Donny and Utivich approaching him. They both steadied their weapons; Utivich aimed his rifle and Donny gripped his baseball bat, readying himself to take part in his favourite past-time. But before either of them could do so, hot blood splattered the opposing wall and the guard dropped to the floor. The girl slid her back down the mossy wall, her red dress was torn in several places as her body stayed rigid in the state of shock, she found the floor with her hands and settled in a small pool of blood emanating from the heap of soldiers. Her body racked with silent sobs as she stroked the SS luger she had clasped in her hands, the very same gun that had killed the German lieutenant, who was currently slumped opposite her, his brains painting the old brick wall a violent burgundy shade.

Utivich stood with his gun still pointed at the spot where the Nazi was stood, unable to comprehend what was happening. The small girl, barely older than him, lay quivering in the blood pooling up around her, her blonde hair soaked it up until it looked as if it had been dyed. The young solider knelt down next to her and plucked the gun from her hands before she could do anymore damage, she released it easily enough and whimpered slightly as she was deprived of her only protection.

"Hey," he whispered quietly, "it's okay, we won't leave you."

Utivitch pulled himself up to face his friend, "we can't just leave her, there might be more of them, and, well, look at her," they both glanced back at the girl, she was staring at the wall splattered in her attackers blood, "she's in no state to look after herself."

"Right," Donny sighed heavily, and rested his bat on his forehead. He knew that Utivitch was right, the place was littered with Germans and leaving her there with a nice pile of bodies wasn't going to help her cause. No matter how much he didn't want the girl intruding on his life, he could leave someone so innocent looking in a place like that. "We will take her back, clean her up and Aldo can decide what happens to her, happy?"

"Yeah," they both stood there for a moment, silently hoping that the other would offer to carry her back to the camp which happened to be about an hour's walk from the tavern. Donny sent a pleading look towards his best friend, this was his idea, and he could carry her. "Donny look at me, I probably weigh as much as she does."

"Fine," he threw the bat at Utivich, "but loose her, and I will not hesitate to kill you with her." Donny stooped down and picked up the girl in his arms, she was still shaking and curled into his chest.

"Hmmm, she's quite a looker," smirked Utivich. He received a glare from Donny who began to walk out of the dark alleyway back into the sleepy village that had begun to be lit by the haze of a new sunrise.

"You can't hit on a girl in shock Smith, doesn't work," Utivitch scoffed at Donny's comment, "trust me, I tried once, she hit me..."

"She hit you?"

"Yes, long story."

"Tell me," Utivitch smirked.

"No way," both of them started to laugh as they reached the edge of the forest.

It was considerably darker in the forest than it was in the small village for obvious reasons. Donny always hated travelling in the dark; it made him uneasy not knowing what was happening around him, even more so when he was carrying a fully grown girl.

They were almost back when she stopped shaking. Neither of them had really spoken since they had entered the forest, it was always wise to be silent and listen for dangers; it meant that it was fairly easy to hear her mumbling. The girl was still in shock and tightly pressed to Donny's chest, so he motioned with his head for Utivich to turn her head round slightly so her voice could be heard more clearly.

"Hugo.." Donny froze, dropping her on the floor.

"Fuck. Utivich she's German"

"Well done Donny," Utivitch went to check up on her only to discover that she had slipped into unconsciousness, "you know you can't just keep dropping random girls you find because you don't like their nationality?"

The taller man grunted.

"If it helps, she's out cold," Donny knelt down and picked her back up again, "we take her back to camp and we all decide what happens with her okay? Besides, if the German is bothering you so much, when are you planning on exiling Wicki and Stiglitz?"

"You know that the sarcasm really doesn't help anything at all don't you?" He received an amused look from Utivitch, "this is your idea, Smith," the camp was only minutes away and the faint shouts of Aldo could already be heard, "and I wasn't planning on it. Stiglitz scares the hell outta me."

"Boys, you're late," Aldo shouted from the rock he was sat on, "what have you brought me?"

"A pretty lil' German girl!" Donny yelled back.

"Alrighty then," he strode up to Donny and Utivich, "Well you were not lying there, were you now. Donowitz, why's her dress all ripped up like that?"

"We found her like this. Well we found her like this next to a pile of dead Nazi's and a lovely SS lieutenant attempting to rape her. So I'm gonna take a wild stab in the dark and say that's why," he was still holding her in his arms.

"Well set her down on that rock over there and we'll get Stiglitz to take a gander, Omar go find him," Aldo commanded, flailing his arms around in a strange attempt to point Stiglitz's current position out to him.

"Sir," he nodded and ran off towards to small mass of tents at the other end of the gorge.

"Ya know," started Donny, "we could really do with a proper medic, I mean, Stiglitz ain't bad but he's not exactly gentle."

Omar returned, Stiglitz in tow and pointed out the blonde girl that Donny had laid down on the rock, he moved silently over to her and brushed the matted hair off of her face, he immediately jumped back and looked at her for several moments before returning to her side and hugging her to his chest.

"Eva," he whispered "Meine schöne Schwester, was haben sie dir angetan"

Everyone turned to Wicki for a translation, but he just stood there gaping at Stiglitz and the girl. This was bizarre behaviour for his best friend in the first place but added to the information he had just learned, that was all that he could possibly do.

"Wicki," snapped Aldo, bringing him out of his trance-like state.

"She's his sister," was all he could say.

Sorry about another re-write but I really felt like it needed to be better. Plus I've changed the storyline a bit so it might be worth re-reading. Emilia x