A/N: Hello! Well this is a new story I'm starting. And I know if your reading my other story your really pissed right now, but I have not forgotten about it ok? Ands I couldn't help myself..I mean Eli Roth is fucking sexy, my mates have no clue what I see in him..But he is just really attractive to me lol and I know im not the only one so I'm writing this to show them!
Also The Basterds wont be showing up until about chapter 2-3 I haven't decided but dont worry! You'll see them soon! ;)
And finally, I have pictures of my characters (Like I always do) On my Profile so go and see that and..i dunno...Enjoy I guess!
Disclaimer: Inglorious Basterds and everything else belongs to Quentin Tarantino and we all bow down to him..but the characters are mine so don't steal them or I will scalp your ass!!
Once Upon a Time in Nazi Occupied Poland, I lived in a Jewish Ghetto with my family. Growing up, I never thought of myself any different because of my Jewish heritage, actually, my statue in our tiny little village was regarded with amazement as I was Jewish, but I did not 'look like one', like we looked any different then any other people of other religion, I had every other feature that any other person had, but with my white blond hair and my blue eyes, I was mistaken for Polish all the time.
I grew up in a tiny little house with my parents, the youngest of my 3 brothers and 1 sister, it was cramped at times, but those were some of the best memories of my life. My life was normal to say the least, my family had friends, I had a great relationship with all of my siblings, but of course we had the odd bicker over stupid things, like when Yasmin used my hairbrush, or Matthias had the great idea of cleaning the dining room table with the cloth of my dress because he couldn't find a rag.
I never really made any friends, the polish children in the village were curiously wary of me and my brothers and sisters because we were Jewish, but I made friends with a fellow Jewish girl named Ana, she was a chubby girl, with cork screw orange hair and freckles covering her face, she was quiet and conservative, paranoid at time, she was always talking about the German soldiers invading countries, killing Jews. I had always thought she was just repeating what her parents said, who were just as paranoid as her, but I never thought that all those nightmarish things could ever happen.
In 1939 it happened. I was just turned 17 four days ago and I was sleeping in my bedroom when I heard them, big booming crashing, like thunder but ten times worse. I turned to my side and noticed that Yasmin was still asleep, I shook her with all my might, I had always hated storms and Yasmin would always stay up with me when we were little.
"What?" Yasmin whispered groggily as another boom shook the house, the noise was getting closer. Just then my parents crashed through the door, I would never forget the panic in there eyes, it would haunt me forever.
"Yasmin! Tabitha! Quick follow us!" We confusingly jumped out of bed and followed them, outside in the hall I saw my other 3 brothers: Matthias, Ian and Gabriel. All of them in the pajamas and just as confused as me and Yasmin were.
"Quickly before they get here!" My mother called panicky. "Before who gets here mother?" Yasmin asked and my father shushed her. We all scampered into the living room where my father ripped the carpet from the ground, revealing a little door.
"Everyone inside now!" Father motioned for us and I started to tear up, not understanding what was going on, never in my wildest dreams could I imagine what it was. Yasmin and mother went in without another thought, but me and my brothers stayed behind, questioning my father.
"The German's are Invading!" And in those 4 words my fate was sealed, everything Ana had told me flashed through my eyes, like a motion picture reel, and suddenly, in a moment of cruel humor, I realized that Ana wasn't as paranoid as I thought.
My father kissed my forehead, "listen to me Tabitha! I want you to make me a promise OK?" I nodded helplessly as father told Ian to grab the duffel bag and go into the cellar.
"I always wanted you to live in a world without fear. I realize now that could never happen, greed and gluttony has overrun this world and there's nothing we can do but sit back and watch it burn. But I need you to promise me you will stay safe, find love and friends and don't worry about tomorrow, because today is what matters the most. Can you do that for me baby?" I nodded again and he kissed me on the forehead one more time and I screamed as a boom sounded closer.
"Now go down in the cellar with your mom and siblings, I love you." "I love you too papa." I cried and climbed into the cellar, watching as my father smiled down at me one last time and closed the cellar door, leaving me and my family in complete darkness.
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It had been almost a week since Poland was invaded, and me and my family was hungry. The duffel bag my father packed held everything from water to matches to blankets to all the money we had, but the food only lasted us so long, it had been 3 days since any of us ate. After investigating we found a little hatch that led to the outside, but it was to dangerous to be out for long, so whenever we needed it, one of us would run out and get water from the well in our backyard.
Yasmin had been put into the role of damsel in distress, she had always been like that, I loved her with all my heart but she could be a spoiled little princess at times, and my mother was still in shock I guess, she barely talked and only drank when we had to basically hold her down and shove the water down her throat. My brother's had been wary of me becoming almost like the leader in our little cramped shack, but I was determined to be of some help so thats what I did.
Then there was the Germans who decided to live above us. Well I guess I could call them Nazi's, I had learned that thats what you called them from Matthias. I could hear them at all times of the day, screaming and yelling in German. I was fluent in English, French and polish obviously and almost fluent in German, but that was a big almost. I could understand words like 'Jews' and 'Rats' and even sentences that made me shiver in fear whenever they were yelled: 'To killing every fucking Jew Dogs in the world, Heil Hitler!'
But the days were passing by and again, we were starving. The first week turned to 2 weeks and it was when Ian was quietly puking in the corner I knew something had to be done, just then the words of our old neighbor Mrs. Klowski rang through my head like a bell:
We were entertaining for our friends and I was quietly on the couch, being polite while the guests came in.
Mrs. Klowski was a stout woman, with long white blond hair and a puckered face, almost like she was sucking on a lemon. Her face twisted into surprise.
"Oh who's this lovely lady?" She asked and I stood up, putting my hand out, which she shook. "That's Tabitha. Are youngest daughter." My father stated pouring a glass of wine.
"Oh dear me! I could of sworn you were Polish!" She laughed, "How do you have such blond hair with both parents having black hair?" I shrugged, "being completely honest ma'am. I have no clue."
I snapped back from my memories of a better time and gasped, that was it! If the Nazi's thought I was Polish, I could freely walk the streets, of course those fuckers thought of the Jewish Stereotype, dark hair and eyes, but what about me? I was neither!
"Gabriel!" I whispered to my brother who was right beside me, he slowly lolled his head to the right. I told him my plan, watching as the horror stuck over his dirt covered face.
"Tabitha are you insane?!" He whispered back angry, I simply shrugged.
"Think about it Gabriel. We are all hungry, we will die if we don't get something to eat. And if it can work why don't we try?" I pleaded with him and he sighed, he turned and told Matthias my plan, who told Yasmin, who told mother, who made me promise not to try that, but desperate times called for desperate measures and I would risk my own life to save my family's, but I never thought of the consequences..
A/N: So! Review if you Love/Hate it, just do it! Or I will stalk your ass until you do! Think I'm joking? Try me :D