Chapter One
1st September 1939, World War 2 started. Sirens screaming when enemy planes were spotted. Families running to the nearest shelter, grounds shaking from the impact of the bombs destroying homes, destroying memories. In the shelters, children sang with shaky voices, tear stained cheeks, dust on their faces. They were all in this together.
Two months after the War had started, Berenice Wolfe heard a knock on her door, who could it be? Probably Marcus Dunn trying to get his leg again, which is definitely not going to happen. Berenice opened the door and was surprised to see a woman, about the same age as herself, short brown hair, ankle length, dark blue dress with a long black coat. She was beautiful, utterly gorgeous. "Hello, can I help you?", Berenice said with a slight concern as to why she was here and who she was.
"H-hello, are you Berenice Wolfe? Adrian Fletchers friend?" The woman replied, she was Jewish. Oh shit. "Yes, I am, and you are? Hold on, please step inside you'll catch your death out there", Berenice helped the woman inside her small house. "My name is Serena Campbell, I asked Fletch if he had any English friends I could stay with when I flew over here, he said your name and apparently you said I could stay here? If it's a problem I can go, you see...I'm a Jew...I've lost my family... I'm so scared..", Serena spoke and then tears crawled down her, Berenice embraced the poor woman until she had stopped crying. "Of course, your bedroom is all ready upstairs, it's on the right next to my room, oh and please, call me Bernie", Bernie rested her hand on Serenas shoulder and gave her a warm smile which warmed Serenas heart and calmed her nerves. "Thank you, thank you so much Bernie, I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you! I promise to help clean up the house, do the dishes, get shopping, I will do everything!" Serena beamed at the lovely Blonde woman. "Haha! No ones ever offered to do anything for me let alone clean my entire house! But that would be very much appreciated, thank you Serena", Bernie showed Serena to her bedroom and left her to settle in. Serena only had a little suitcase to put all her clothes in. Bernie liked Serena, she was friendly, helpful and she could tell Serena was a very powerful and independent woman, just like herself.
Once Serena had finished packing her few clothes away neatly she headed downstairs to get acquainted with her new English friend Bernie.
"Hello, the bedroom is lovely, thank you ever so much for letting me stay here, it means the world to me", Serena said to Bernie who was washing up the dishes with a white apron on and her blonde curls tied in a small pony tail. "Serena, there's no need to thank me, I love helping people, and it would be nice to have some company and help around the house anyway", Bernie turned around and looked at Serena with a warm smile which reached her eyes. " I'm surprised such a beautiful and kind woman like you doesn't have a husband, or have you got a lover?", Serena wanted to know everything about this woman if she was going to live with her until the war had ended.
Bernie turned around and started washing the dishes again. "Ahh, no, a husband I don't have, never want a husband, and I don't have a lover, one day I hope to have one though, but it's too complicated...", Bernie said quietly, she hoped Serena didn't ask anymore questions about this subject in her life. "Why is it so complicated? You could get a man quite easily you know? Well even though nearly all men are out fighting in the war, but not for long hopefully", Serena walked over, picked up a cloth and started drying the dishes. "It's not that, there is a man who wants me, he is very kind and sweet, also handsome but, he's not really my thing...", Bernie dared not to tell Serena the truth, how she is a lesbian and how her lover Alex died by getting hit by a bomb in her sleep. Bernie took deep breaths to calm her nerves. "So what is your thing then? You like, bad boys?", Serena gave Bernie a smerk and nudged her arm and giggled. "Haha, no no, I don't really want to talk about it to be honest, It's not exactly allowed." Bernie tried to stop this conversation going anywhere near the truth, but Serena wasn't really one to give up. Bernie started stacking the dishes to take her mind off things. "What do you mean it's not allowed? It's not illegal to have a lover! Well unless you're...a lesbian then yes that's illegal, but I don't see why it's illegal to be honest, love is love, no matter what gender." Serena finished the drying up and kept her eyes on Bernie, she never noticed how beautiful Bernies body was, she was magnificent. "It's not allowed", Bernie repeated, she wanted to tell Serena, now she knew Serena was ok with lesbians. "Bernie...are you a lesbian?, Is that why you're not married?, It's ok just tell me", Serena linked all the excuses up, Bernie had to be a lesbian, or was it something else? Bernie stopped what she was doing and went upstairs to her bedroom, she couldn't confess her true self.
Serena stood there and wondered what she did wrong. Moments later Bernie came back downstairs, she looked like she had been crying...she was dressed and looked like she was ready to go out. "I-I'm going out shopping, I will be back soon...", Bernie said quietly and left the house.
'What did I do?' Serena asked herself. Serena made her way upstairs, every step was loud because of the creaks. She went past Bernies room, the door was slightly open, Serena looked quickly and she saw, on Bernies bed were some pictures spread out, what were the pictures of? Serena wanted to know...but dare she go into Bernies room uninvited when Bernie wasn't here?
Would Bernie be mad? Serena started to open the door and suddenly she was attacked by something, something that wasn't human...