A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds. One review per chapter please. Sorry for the long wait once more, I should be back to weekly updates now. Upon writing this chapter I really found myself facing the small similarities between Elise here and Alex from A Clockwork Orange. Even though the book was written well after WWII, I'll have a few lines from the book. Whoever catches them gets a chapter dedicated to them, with whatever they want! One review per chapter please!

Corpse Reviver #2

I sat on the back porch of the home, rocking slowly in a shabby chair.

The white peeling chair creaked beneath me with each moment, and as I crossed my legs made a noise so ominous that I was sure it would shatter beneath me within seconds.

The screen door was thrown open and I turned around to find Aldo, walking outside with a cigar in hand.

"Been looking for you." he said, pulling another rickety chair over me and sitting down, exhaling a plume of smoke.

I allowed myself a small smile and returned to rocking, looking into the vast and dark forest that lay behind the house.

Aldo cleared his throat, offering his cigar to me. I turned it down with a quick flick of my wrist before sighing.

"What's going on?" I asked, watching his eyes which were boring into me.

"Just wanted to check in on you. See how you were doin'."

At this I turned my head immediately.

It hadn't really hit me, what I had done, until I had awoken this morning.

I had taken life. Taken life that my God had given to someone, and to top that off the life I had taken was my fathers.

It wasn't the fact that until my rebellion he had raised, fed, and sheltered me. It wasn't even the fact that I had committed a crime that under any normal circumstances would have me thrown in jail. It really wasn't even the fact that I had directly disobeyed The Ten Commandments.

No, what upset me more than anything was the memory of it. The memory of how I had felt when I was murdering him.

I could remember it perfectly. Driving those shears into his eyes, listening to him scream and feeling the warm blood splash my body, running down my arms. I remember the blood, spattering my lips and absentmindedly licking them.

It was overwhelming. It was beautiful. Never in my life had I felt such fury. Such a beautiful and climactic release of emotion. It was better than an orgasm, it was better than anything I had ever felt in my life.

I couldn't stop thinking about it really, and felt hungry almost. Hungry at the thought of killing again, and embracing the gory violence as if it were a second skin.

"I'm fine." I replied sharply, sitting up so that the chair screamed in protest.

"Listen, I never make exceptions but I can understand. He was your father. Now I'm not saying I want you to break down in tears or anything, but if you want to talk to me about it that's fine too."

"I'm fine Aldo, really." I said, leaning in closer so that he could look directly into my eyes.

Aldo stared at me for what seemed to be an eternity and nodded, before standing up taking a look into the forest.

He opened the screen door, disappeared inside. As I looked down, I noticed that the grass was a beautiful green, velvety and rich.

The last time I had a yard was back when I still lived with my parents, and standing up carefully I kicked off my shoes, leaping off the porch and settling down on the grass.

I fell into the ground, closing my eyes instantly and smiling. It felt good, tickling my skin and lining every part of my body. Through the thin dress I wore, I could feel each and every soft blade brushing against my back.

A soft breeze brushed past me, moving the grass subtly and my thoughts immedately went back to the murder.

The blood. The feel of the blood. Warm, so warm. And that fury, flying through me.

Without even thinking, I moved down my hand, pulling up the bottom of my dress and rubbing myself over my panties.

It was sick. The thought of violence. Beautiful, ultra-violence.

As I continued to rub myself, I suddenly became aware of the subtle pounding, as arousal began to take over. Moving my hand I placed it inside of my panties, biting my lip and gasping as finger traveled over my bare mound.

Bliss. Beautiful bliss. The images played back in my head, the blood and carnage. The beautiful death. I knew such lovely pictures I did!

I was swollen, pounding, and wet. Wet beyond anything I had ever felt in my life.

Beyond the whips and chains, riding clients, getting fucked all sorts of ways.

And as of now I was more turned on than I ever had been in my entire life.

I plunged a finger inside of myself, brushing slick walls and gasping loudly,pleasure resonating throughout my entire body.

It felt like I was on fire, every single nerve in my body writhing with passion and pleasure.


I sat up, gasping as the voice jerked me away from the surreal moment and looked up to find none other than Donny and another young man (who was bright red) looking down over me.

I sat there, unsure of what to do.

"Uh, sorry." Donny said, taking a step back and taking a leap up several stairs onto the porch. As I looked after there was blood on the bottom of his boots. He must have been on his way in, and here I was masturbating on the ground right in front of the door.

Standing up quickly I straightened my dress and walked up the stairs befoe grabbing my shoes.

Although, as I did so I couldn't help but giggle. Through all of that, I felt another rush of pleasure at the fact that I was being watched. Who would have known that voyeurism would be such a thrill for me.

Turned out I was learning a lot of things that day.

"Right there."

I held my arms up straight, looking at the target in front of me intently before pulling the trigger on the gun in my hands.

The blast was almost deafening, and I jumped back, bringing down the rifle as my arms shook.

"Five in a row. Well, safe to say you're a good shot."

I turned back to Aldo, stepping over several broken twigs on the ground and turning back to the targets.

After I was caught spending a little "alone time" with myself, naturally word traveled fast in a house full of men.

Aldo had come up to my bedroom, and something inside of me immediately though he was going to say something vulgar or inappropriate, but instead he simply asked if I wanted to do a little target practice.

I had agreed, hoping for something to get my mind off things and followed him outside and into the woods, where for the past hour or so Aldo had been teaching me everything there was to know about guns and how to really use them.

Indeed, it wasn't just shooting and aiming. Cleaning, reloading, and recovering from each shot was harder than it sounded.

"Can I ask you something Aldo?" I said, looking up at him.

For some reason, I found myself becoming more and more comfortable with Aldo each and every moment we spent together. I was not attracted to him (although there was no doubting how attractive him himself was) , but it really felt for once that I had something.

A friend.

"After you've killed someone...do you ever think about it?"

"You mean lie remorse?" he asked, snorting loudly.

"No actually. I mean...I can't stop thinking about it. I mean...it felt...good."

Aldo raised his eyebrows, before chuckling loudly.

"So that explains you touching yourself out in the backyard earlier."

I rolled my eyes, face heating up furiously.

"It's okay, we all get caught self-servicing. You just got caught by someone who would actually say something about it. For the record, you can walk in on my masturbating any time you want."

At that I had to chuckle. I looked up at him, before smiling. A real genuine smile. One of those ones that normal people did, not the fake ones I was used to.

"Well what a beautiful smile you have. Didn't know you could do that without being in pain."

I leaned in and punched him in the shoulder, and he winced slightly.

"I do pack a bit of a punch." I grinned.

"No kidding around. How about we do something?"

"Like what?"


We had just arrived back at the house.

I was laden with brand new clothing from none other than Chanel, and Aldo was built with fury after we were in the store for several hours, which was incredible close to Nazi headquarters.

As much as I had lost respect for Coco Chanel after her dealings with the Germans, I still was hopelessly in love with her clothes.

Aldo had told me the better I did, the more I got. He promised to treat me with clothes, perfumes, paintings, you name it, although those weren't the things I wanted.

I wanted my mother back, I wanted a father, and I wanted someone to love. As anti-social as I was, I truly wanted to fall in love.

As we walked up the back steps of the porch, several people shouted from inside the house and Donny threw open the door, giving me a fleeting glance and looking at Aldo.

"We got someone." he breathed, almost panting.

Sweat and excitement covered his entire body, and he turned away so fast I was amazed it was possible with his size.

"Looks like you're back on duty." Aldo turned to me, before leading the way into the house.

I followed behind him, this time only aware of the excitement flooding my body.

The excitement of the kill.

Corpse Reviver #2

1 part Gin

1 part Cointreau

1 part Lillet Blanc

1 part lemon juice

Dash Absinthe

Shake, strain, and serve.