A/N This is my new story. I'm sorry to all of those who are waiting on updates for Mad World. It will happen I just don't know when.

I got the idea for this story from the movie Bent. If you haven't seen it, then you should seriously check it out.

This story will be set in the WWII era in Germany/Poland and it does directly involve concentration camps and violence. So, if you're not comfortable with that then I suggest you stop here.

Also, this is slash, so warning there too. And there are some terms that are used towards a gay person that were meant to be derogatory. This is not meant to be personal, but to be historically accurate.

Lastly, I don't own either the movie or Twilight so...

The air was hazy and filled with smoke in the club. I stood against the wall, taking in the sights. There was a man, who was very well disguised as a woman, singing on the stage. A couple was practically naked in the corner, and other scantily clad people danced around me. I wasn't particularly surprised; after all, I was in a gay bar.

The bar started to empty as the night went on. By 11pm it had emptied enough that I could sit at the bar. The man sung on as I ordered, and drank, several drinks.

"Have you heard the news?" I looked up to find the bartender staring back at me.

"No. What news?" I asked. I was pathetically out of touch with the goings on of things outside of Berlin.

"The Gestapo has started deporting more and more people from Munich. I'm mighty afraid that Berlin is next." I shook my head in response.

"That will never happen. Besides, it doesn't really affect us." I said, taking another drink of my beer. I always believed that everyone should only concern themselves with something if it directly involved them.

"That's not what I heard. I've got a cousin in the countryside, and he told me that, in Munich, the SS have started raiding the gay bars. I'm considering quitting my job here."

"That's positively ridiculous." I responded. "I'm not going anywhere and I'm certainly not going to stop coming here." I loved this place. It had great entertainment, and I could always find a willing guy to take home. At least I could before I found Seth.

Seth and I had been together for around 6 months and I didn't want to screw anything up. Though we weren't particularly affectionate with each other, I still had a fondness for him. I certainly didn't want him to think that I wasn't trustworthy.

"To each their own, I suppose. Thought, I wouldn't recommend being so casual about it. I'm looking to get papers, and go to Palestine. Hitler has no control in Palestine."

"That's true. But I really don't think that it's anything to worry about. We would have heard if they were really rounding up the gays." I said as I looked around once more.

The bartender shook his head in disagreement and walked away, leaving me with the rest of my drink. I finished and slid some money under my cup. I tipped my hat to the man at the door as I walked out.

The streets were dark and quiet, plus they slightly smelled of garbage. All of the risqué bars were on the bad side of the city, so to speak. I walked quickly through the streets—occasionally seeing another person. I kept my head down as I walked—never making eye-contact with anyone. Though, to my knowledge, the SS weren't rounding up gays, one could never be too careful.

The SS were beginning to be more violent in their raiding and purging. I had never been more thankful that I wasn't Jewish as I had been the day that my neighbors had been taken into custody and thrown into a car. I had later heard that they had been taken to a detention camp, where they were to work.

I knew the conditions were rough in the camps, but it didn't affect me, so I didn't really care. I suppose that sounds cruel, but it's every man for himself. At least it is in this damned country. I would be telling quite a different story if I had lived in America, or Australia.

I passed under a street light and observed my surroundings. I was only a few blocks from my apartment that I allowed Seth to live in. I didn't live in a nice neighborhood, but it wasn't the slums either.

I lived in a small apartment on the top floor in my building. It wasn't much, but it did have a small terrace that was perfect for morning smoking. It wasn't much, but I had made it my own in the three years that I had lived there.

My parents didn't really accept that I was gay, so I haven't spoken to them since I was seventeen. I'm twenty-four now. We were a well-off family, so to speak. I grew up with the finer things in life, like a nanny and private tutors. I graduated from secondary school early and my parents agreed to fund my university as long as I didn't come back to the family home.

I graduated university with a degree in architecture and then I began working for a housing firm that mainly did repairs. I hadn't talked to my family since then and I couldn't say that I was particularly saddened by the fact.

I finally reached my building and climbed the six flights of steps to my apartment. I ignored the various noised of the other tenants and the children screaming. I also ignored the odd smells and stains that surrounded me on the way up.

I placed my key into the lock on my door and twisted the knob. The smell of aftershave assaulted my senses as soon as I was through the doorway.

"Seth?" I called out as I closed the door. I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water as I continued my trek through the apartment.

"Hmm." I heard after a little while. "I'm in the bedroom." Seth added. I walked towards the single bedroom, undressing as I went. "I'm glad that you're finally home." he yawned when I entered the room.

"Me too. I'm sorry that I was out so late." I continued undressing until I was down to my underwear. I climbed into bed and under the blankets.

"It's alright. Did you have a good time while you were out? Where did you go?" I sighed as Seth started his own version of the Spanish Inquisition. This was one of the main reasons that I didn't see this thing lasting very long. Seth was too nosey for me to ever consider spending the rest of my life with him, but he was nice enough for me to tolerate

"I went to The White Mouse. I had a good time, but I didn't talk to anyone besides the bartender." I answered, trying to sooth his unrealistic fears. Granted I was known for being a bit of a slut but I would never cheat on anyone that I was in a relationship with.

"That's nice." Seth sniffed. I rolled towards him and pulled him into my embrace.

"It would have been better if you would've been there." I whispered as I kissed down his neck. I managed to make it to his shoulder before he stopped me.

"Stop it. It's late, and I'm not in the mood." Seth pushed out of my arms and rolled over. Not to be deterred, I reached for him again.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked, rolling my hips into his lower back, making my arousal known.

"Yes! Now leave me alone. If you're that horny, go back to the bar and pick up someone from there!" I flipped over until I was flat on my back and rolled my eyes. It was just like Seth to be overly dramatic about everything, especially when he didn't get his way.

"Whatever." I waited for a few minutes, to see if he would say anything or possibly apologize. When he didn't, I added, "Goodnight." I fell asleep before he responded.

The next morning, the sun woke me up, streaking through the windows. I opened my eyes to find the other side of the bed empty. I got up, grabbed some pants and a clean shirt, and headed towards the bathroom.

It wasn't surprising to find the bed empty the morning after Seth and I argued. He was such a drama queen.

I showered and took my morning pee before I headed into the kitchen. The smell of bacon assaulted my senses as I walked into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry that we argued last night." Seth said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"It's okay. I hate when we fight." I replied, kissing the top of his head.

"Me too. But I made breakfast to make up for it."

"Thanks." I began piling my plate with bacon, eggs, and toast. Seth filled his plate and we both sat at the table and began eating. We ate in silence for a few minutes before we heard loud shouting outside. "I wonder what that was." I said as I got up to peer out of the window.

The sight below surprised me. There were SS officers, identifiable by their stark uniforms with the black swastikas on their arms, lined up on the sidewalk below. "I wonder why they're here. I don't think there are any Jews in this building." Seth said, leaning beside me.

"There aren't. They were deported three weeks ago." I replied, though I now had an idea of why they were here. I didn't take the bartender serious the previous night, but it was completely possible that they were there for us. Gays weren't widely accepted—and we never hid. I never thought that the SS would target us in particular, but as I heard the sound of their shiny boots, pounding up the steps, I knew that it had to be true.

"They're here for us." I told Seth as my eyes widened in alarm.

"Why?!" Seth's voice rose to a shout. He never understood that the majority of the world was not okay with gays. After all, it was 1942.

"The bartender told me last night that the SS were planning on cracking down on the gay activity. I guess it's happening sooner than anyone thought." I couldn't believe that this was about to happen.

"This can't be happening. What should we do?! Should we run?!" Seth asked in a rush. Before I could respond, there was loud knocking on the door.

"Open up!" a loud voice shouted as the pounding continued. I hesitated before grabbing Seth in a fierce hug. Clouds moved over the sun, making the room look ominous.

"We won't be separated!" Seth promised as he clung to me. I closed my eyes as our door was busted down.

"Grab them." An officer said as he stepped into the apartment. Four officers walked forward and grabbed our arms, effectively separating us. "Take them out."

We were marched outside, in front of all of our neighbors. We were thrown into separate cars and then it was silent. The officers climbed into the front of the car and began driving.

"Name and age?" the officer barked.

"Edward Cullen; 24." I peered out of the window—observing the moving buildings.

"Distinguishing marks?" the other officer asked, quieter.

"No, sir." I replied. I wondered where Seth was, but I didn't ask. I figured that I was in enough trouble as it was.

"Good. It'll make it easier later." I pondered on what that meant for a while. I, again, decided not to ask. We arrived at a train station a short while later.

"Out!" the officer demanded. I quickly complied; I knew it was better not to argue or resist. I had seen this very process happen to the Jews. What people had said before suddenly made sense. I hadn't helped the Jews because it didn't involve me; now, there was nobody to help me.

I looked around and quickly noticed others being crowded onto the train platform—some in striped uniforms, others in plain clothing. I quickly shuffled in with a group of people, away from the officers.

As we boarded the train, we were separated into different carts. The carts were old and wooden. There was hay on the floor and no seats.

"Edward!" I quickly looked around for whoever had said my name and noticed a badly disfigured Seth on the floor.

"What happened to you?" I whispered, sitting next to him. An officer closed and bolted the wooden door before Seth responded.

"I resisted." he said sadly. I shook my head and leaned back. This was unbelievable.

We traveled mainly in silence. The train wasn't steady; we all bounced around and bumped our heads multiple times. I pitied the sicker looking people. They looked like every bump was taking years off of their lives.

A few hours had passed when the sound of the door being unbolted gained everyone's attention. A guard walked in through the wooden door and stopped in front of Seth and I.

"You there. With the glasses." the guard said. He was talking to Seth. Seth looked up at the guard.

"Yes, sir?" Seth asked. I was proud of him in that moment. He acted like the mature man I always knew him to be.

"Take them off." Seth took his glasses off and handed them to the officer, who promptly threw them back down. "Now, break them."

"What?!" Seth gasped. He was practically blind without his glasses.

The guard hit him across the face and I winced. "Break them. I won't tell you again." Seth slowly lowered his glasses to the floor and crushed them with his shoe. He looked to be on the verge of tears when the guard demanded he stand up.

Seth slowly stood and other guards abruptly pulled him out of the cart. "Edward!" he cried out as he was being pulled out the door. I didn't respond, and never had I felt such self-hatred as I did in that moment.

A/N Woah. Congratulations, you made it to the bottom. So if it's not too much trouble, hit the review button. If anyone has any questions let me know. Also, this story is supposed to be relatively historically accurate, so if there are any glaring mistakes,please let me know.

I will probably update once a week, providing that life isn't too hectic.

Hugs,

Dawn