A/N: You need to read this to get the story! Ok, so all original pairings, and yes the family is still vegetarian. I forgot when the kids other than Edward found Carlisle and Esme so let's just pretend that they joined the family sometime between 1900 and 1920. Some things may be off a little bit for the time period, so bear with me. This is AU to be clear. This really doesn't follow the original sotry line whatsoever, but the characters are all there, with a few new ones.

Rated: M for rape, language, abuse and references to torture.

Also, I own nothing.

Chapter One: Welcome to Hell

Bella's POV

I was born in Ireland in 1922. My parents were head over heels in love. It was the roaring twenties. They had me when they were both in their early twenties. We moved to England in 1927 when I was 5. It was a change, but I liked it. My mother and father were both against war. Tensions in Europe started to rise when I was growing up. When I was about 14 in 1936, the Nazis were all over the place gaining power. The English government opposed this party, but there were some sympathizers. These people demonstrated their power by attacking anyone against their views or the war. They got their hands on some information and came for my parents and me one night. I had just gotten back from dance rehearsal. It was about 7:30 pm, and we had just finished dinner. My mother was asking me about our upcoming performance when we heard shouting and blasts down the street. My eyes went wide and I turned to my mother.

"Mum, what's going on?" She glanced at me and then the front door that was left ajar with my father standing just outside the doorway. My mother and I were about to see what all the commotion was when my father slammed the door and locked it. His eyes were hard.

"Go get your things. It's time." He ran up the stairs. I was so shocked I couldn't move. My father yelling took me out of my trance, as the blasts got closer.

"Isabella! We have to go! They're burning all the houses! They know we're here!" He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the back door down the alley. I caught sight of my friend Teagan's house. It was engulfed in flames. Her parents were Jewish, but they had raised her Catholic. My father pulled me out into the street as we ran from the oncoming mob. I grabbed hold of my mother while my father searched around for a hiding place. I saw Teagan running not too far away from me.

"Teagan!" I shouted. "Over here!" She didn't hear me. "Grá!*" She turned right away, knowing it was me from the nickname I called her. She ran over to us, hysterical.

"They got my parents! They're gone!" She sobbed. I hugged her and pulled her toward an alley. My mother and father were hiding in an old clubhouse my friends and I used as children. It was in an alley, well hidden and away from the street. I hadn't realized how close the mob was when I turned for the alley with Teagan. My eyes widened as angry men pushed us to the curb. I searched for Teagan and saw here trying to fight off a man. I ran at him shouting.

"Get away from her!" I pushed him into the crowd and pulled Teagan up. We went to run when we felt big hands cover our mouths and hold us still. The last I remember before blacking out was my mother running out of the alley screaming for the men to let us go. The last image I have of my mother was of a man shooting her at point blank range.

When I woke up, I smelled gasoline. I looked around and saw Teagan, lying next to me. I shook her. I shouted in my thick brogue.

"Teagan! Wake up!" I heard another voice.

"Shh!! She'll wake up soon enough. My name is Charlot." I looked over from where the voice came. There was a woman who looked to be in her 20s with brown hair and green eyes.

"Where are we? What happened?" I was so nervous. She hugged me sensing my discomfort.

"We're in a truck. Probably on our way to Germany or Italy." I stared at her wide-eyed. How long had I been out of it? I heard a groaning and saw Teagan stirring. I scrambled over to her.

"Teagan!"

"Bella, where are we? What happened?" She had tears in her eyes.

"Teag, we're in a truck somewhere. Charlot said we're probably headed to Germany or Italy." Tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Bells! They're gone! I'll never see my parents again!" She sobbed. I held her closer. I doubted I would ever see my father again. The truck suddenly halted sending me flying toward the door.

"Ah! Shit!" I rubbed my head as the door was swung open to reveal 6 or 7 Nazi guards. They all looked to be around 20 to 25, all with blonde hair and blue eyes. One grabbed my arm roughly and yanked me out of the truck. I stumbled out. The other women were pulled out as well. There were 20 of us. I grabbed Teagan, and we held each other close as we were marched to an official looking building. We were told to line up according to age. Teagan and I were at the end of the line since we were only 14. We held onto each other while a guard walked down the line inspecting each of us. He grabbed me roughly and I fell to the floor. He bent down and grabbed my face. My eyes were so full of hate. He let go of my face and pulled me up. I heard another call him Ritter. A door slammed open and in walked a very powerful looking man.

"Hören!** You will be silent during inspection. Speak when spoken to. If you are not, well, just hope you are." He smirked a dark smirk. He and two other guards proceeded to go down the line and question each girl, turn them, inspect them and write something down. When they got to Teagan, I looked at her and then at the guard who threw me down. He gave me a stern look and I whipped my head to face front. They moved in front of me. All three of the men towered over my 5'4" body. The man with the clipboard spoke first.

"Name?"

"Isabella McGowan." I answered. The one guard made a face at my accent.

"Date of Birth?"

"September 13, 1922."

"Country of origin?"

"Ireland."

"Mother's name and maiden name?" I fought back tears.

"Rose Avery."

"Father's name?"

"Ardal McGowan." A single tear fell down my cheek. A guard stepped forward and turned me to the right. The man who I assumed to be the warden motioned for me to pick my arms up. I obeyed and stuck my arms out. They sifted through my hair for lice, measured my height, my feet, and took notes on me. When they were done, they held up an eye exam paper a couple of feet away from me.

"Read as far as possible." The guard ordered in a thick German accent. I read all the way down to the last line. The warden was impressed and told me to step back. The guards then came forward and took a girl from the line. A guard grabbed Teagan and me and put us with a group near the warden. Charlot grabbed us and held us close.

"Nehmen Sie sie in das Lager." He pointed to the other group that had 5 girls of the 20. Charlot gasped. She understood some German.

"What?" I whispered. She had a sad look on her face.

"Those girls are going to one of the camps." The one guard, Ritter, gave me a look and shushed us. A tear escaped my eye and fell. After the other girls left, the warden came over to us and gave us a warm smile. I wanted to throw up.

"You all will be coming with me. We will leave in 2 hours. Ritter, Heinrich, Terrill. Take them to a bunk, have them bathed, and have the nurses change their clothes." The guards nodded and herded us out the door. Ritter pulled Charlot, Teagan, and me apart and separated us. I kept my mouth shut, but tensed up. He was still holding my arm rather tight. It wasn't until I noticed we were going in a different direction that I knew something was wrong. I didn't care anymore.

"Where are we going?" I demanded. He just looked straight and kept walking. He dragged me behind a building and pushed me against the wall. He forced his mouth on mine. I tried to scream but all that came out was a muffle. I struggled against his grip causing my body to rub against his. I felt his hardness through my clothes. My eyes widened as he came up for air. I took this chance to scream, but he covered my mouth.

"You make one more noise and you'll regret it." I could tell he saw the frightened look in my eyes. His mouth was on mine again and I made a disgusted face as he kissed down my jaw. I heard him unzipper his pants. My eyes went wide as I struggled out of his grip. He rammed up against the wall as he pulled my skirt up.

I was still in my dance clothes. I let out a whimper when I felt him push into me. He covered my mouth as tears fell down my face. I shut my eyes and prayed it would be over soon. When he was done, I fell to the ground and saw a line of blood down my inner thigh. Shit. He threw a piece of cloth at me.

"Clean yourself up, Irish scum." I bit back my tongue and wiped the blood off my legs. He pulled me up and dragged me into the bunk where the other girls were taking showers. I was left alone to shower and change into the clothes that were provided for me. I scrubbed my whole body trying to wash the filth off of me. When I dried myself off, I put on the clothes that were left for me. There was a skirt that came a little above the knee, a button up blouse, stockings, and some shoes. I came out of the shower confused. I looked around to find Teagan. Everyone had the same clothes on. I finally spotted her sitting in a chair by the window. She looked at me and ran over. She threw her arms around me.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere." She sounded really scared. I took a deep breath.

"One of the guards, the one they called Ritter, dragged me behind the building and- and he- he –he raped me." Tears flowed down my face. I thought I had cried myself dry, but alas, they were flowing. Teagan just held me. A door opened and in walked the warden. He cleared his throat.

"Now girls, you will be separated into 3 groups of 5. The first will come with me. The second Ritter. The third with Heinrich. Now when I call your name, stand by the door. " He proceeded to call names. When he was done, he looked at them.

"You are Group 1. Now for Group 2." I closed my eyes pleading with God not to be in this group. I didn't hear my name when he was finished. I sighed with relief and looked at Ritter who had an annoyed look on his face.

"Now for the third group: Abbey Ross. Peri Markinson. Teagan Murphy. Samantha Sardin and Isabella McGowan." Charlot wasn't in our group. I stepped forward with Teagan.

"Now, you will each go with your group." We followed Heinrich out the side door not knowing we would never see Charlot again. We walked alongside the back of the building I stopped for a moment and stared at the ground. There was a small trail of blood on the bottom of the wall indicating that this was where it happened. I continued to walk with the group. Henirich stopped us. We all got into the car he motioned to. I just sat back as we traveled for who knows how long. We had all fallen asleep.

I woke as the car lurched to a stop in front of a large beige house. It was early morning. How long were we in the car? I walked beside Teagan as a man walked out of the house followed by a younger boy probably around my age. He smirked at Teagan. She tensed. I put my arm around her shoulders. The older man, probably his father spoke up first.

"Piacere, Heinrich. I'll take it from here." I understood little Italian, but that was definitely Italian. Heinrich nodded and bowed to the man. He got in the car and drove off. The man smiled at us.

"Well, I suppose they didn't tell you what you were to be doing here." We shook our heads. "Very well, we shall show you around. My name is Vincent Ricci. This is my son, Peter. Come along." They led the way into the house. There were so many servants. Why would they need more? We stopped in various places where he sent a girl to learn how to work that specific job. Teagan and I were the only ones left. He turned to us.

"You two are going to be mine and Peter's maids. Nadia will tell you what you need to do. Now," he paused and looked at a paper," Isabella will be my maid, Teagan will be Peter's." They walked away and left us with Nadia. She took our hands and led us upstairs to their respective bedrooms. She talked as we followed.

"Every morning before 9, you will bring the masters breakfast and open the curtains. Do anything they ask and don't hesitate. After they are up and about for their daily activities, you will make the beds and fluff the pillows. You are to assist then with anything they ask. If they call you stop what you are doing and go to them. Any questions?" We both shook our heads. She sighed and leaned in toward us, whispering.

"Welcome to hell."

* I'm pretty sure it means "love" in Gaelic.

**pretty sure it means 'Listen' in German