My newest story. Lucky you guys, I've never felt so ready to tackle a story like I do now. So, this will probably be my main-ish story. Fear not, I will still update Salt on an Open Wound every opportunity I can. Also, I plan on re-writing Losing that Urge. So expect a bunch of updates! Yippe. Also, I am s-t-u-c-k on SoaOW(new abbreviations, YAY). So, I need lots of reviews and suggestions.

And on this one as well. I need your opinions. They're like oxygen. Actually, they're more important than oxygen, especially if they're long and detailed.

Oh. And I realize that this story may be viewed as offensive to some people/religions. I would be too, it was a terrible time in history. Thats why this story is going to be concentrated more on the actual love part. I just needed to set the basis first. If it still irks you, I'm really really sorry. This story was inspired by number the stars as well. its a really good book by Lois Lowry.

I own... your mother. But not twilight. Never twilight :(

Summary-
Bella Swan is a Jewish girl living in Denmark during WW2. Her mother and father have been relocated, and she's on the run. When she meets a German soldier, will it spell out the end? Or will they fall in love despite the odds? All human. AU.

PROLOGUE. chyeaa. :)

First, I heard the heavy, boot- clad foot falls. Then came several bangs on the wooden door. Mrs. Cullen, who had been sitting with me on the floor of the small house, shot me a pointed glance before rising to her feet and dusting off her night gown. It was after curfew, leaving little doubt as to who our 'visitor' would be.

As quickly as I could manage without falling, I silently rolled under the bed. There, hidden from view, was a trap door that opened to a 4 by 2 foor cubby. I hid myself in the tight space while Mrs Cullen opened the front door.

"Hello," I heard her whisper softly. I could almost taste the fear in her voice. There was no reply. Instead, more weighted steps reached my ears before she spoke again. "May I help you?" She asked in a controlled calm.

"We have reason to believe you have an, ah... unwated thing in this residence," a harsh voice sneered in deadly tones. I felt a small surge of indignition before it gave way to absolute fear. I tried without success to push myself further into the cramped area as I imagined the man's small, cold eyes under the shadows of his helmet, sweeping the room shrewdly.

"Are you alone?" Another male voice questioned. Two? I thought with another spasm of anxiety. Esme must have nodded, because he pressed on. "No one is here with you? No brother? Children? Husband?"

"Well," she admitted. "I do have a husband. But he is visiting his brother in the country." That was a lie, of course. He was helping the resistance, or Allies. I imagined her eyes light up as she spoke of Dr. Cullen with a wistful smile.

"Why did you not go as well ma'am? These are dangerous times, are they not?" I had to bite back a bitter laugh as soldier number 2 droned on. They're the ones responsible for any danger around here, I thought angrily.

"I had not been feeling well when he left." She explained. There was a pregnant pause in which no one spoke, filled only with the sounds of bulky boots as the men searched. Searched for me, I reflected dully. One minute passed. Then two. Three. The silence dragged on, it could have been hours. Mr. and Mrs. Cullen were putting themselves at risk to help me. That realization cut me like a knife.

A loud grunt ripped me from my reverie. "Looks like she's alone," one sneered angrily. One of them- I couldn't tell which- spit loudly. More walking. Then, the door was slammed forcefully shut. The sound shook the walls before quiet filled the air in a thick layer, only interrupted by the clicking a door and soft sobbing. Poor Esme. Had they hurt her? I wondered sadly. The cries got louder before I realized that tears were streaming from my own eyes.

That night I did not leave the hiding place. Instead, I curled into a tight ball and fell slowly into a tortured sleep.

I was running. And crying. I was running and crying freely through the woods. I did not know what my destination was, but I knew how to get there. So I ran. I ran past the trees, never once growing tired.

Then the scene changed. Still running, still crying to an unknown place. But now, instead of trees, I was surrounded by men. Soldiers. They stared at me with cold, frightening black eyes. They were covered head to toe in armor and gear that could probably kill me. Guns pointed towards me on both sides. I tried to ignore them as they called out for me to stop. Now I could see my destination-- the bright white light at the end of the tunnel. I was almost there, where I knew I would be safe.

Suddenly my path was blocked by dark silhouette. His eyes were not black, like the rest. They were a bright emerald green with sparks of gold towards the center. He reached for his gun and pulled the trigger..

When I awoke, I was covered in sweat, with crusty eyelashes. My entire body was stiff, making it painful to move. Not that I could move in the little niche. I had squirmed in place a bit before freeing my arms and pushing the door up. Light flooded into the crack.

"Bella?"

"Yes, Esme? Are you OK?" I asked hurriedly.

"Fine, and you? Poor dear, sleeping in there must be torture!" Of course, she always felt more compassionate towards others. Mrs. Cullen had always been my rolemodel, and, after.. Renee was captured, my mother figure.

I rolled out from under the bed and was immediately ambushed. She held me tight, tears streaming from her eyes and falling onto my tattered shirt. "It will be fine," I whispered. I decided then and there that I would not endanger her anymore. In my mind, I started planning an escape. If I could reach Sweden, I would be free. Most importantly, Esme and Carlisle would be safe. Even if it were the last thing I did.