Disclaimer: I am not, as far as I know, Stephenie Meyer. As such, I do not own Twilight, or the characters within it. Except for a few in this story. WEE. I do not own this super-fantastical Hebrew song. On with the fan fiction, hmmm?

This takes place during the Holocaust, in Europe. It takes place in a randomly selected concentration camp, named Treblinka. Bella and her few friends whom she's come to love are all Jewish. If you have questions, review or PM us. If you prejudiced against us Jews, please turn back and kindly don't comment or flame. We will mark it as abuse. Thank you.

Prologue

Third Person POV

Bella was sitting on a rock, staring idly into the sky. She had snuck off from her chores of digging graves for her fellow Jews, and she pondered what was going to happen to her if she was to make it out alive, which she did not believe likely. As she sat there in her forlorn state, she shifted uncomfortably in her filthy garments, and she spotted a group of little girls, ages no higher than eight years. They all look distraught and lost with no parents or siblings. She felt awful, and wondered why things had to be this way. They hadn't done anything wrong, and they were most likely going to march to their deaths tomorrow. She slowly approached them, and they looked quietly up at her as she stared silently down. She crouched down to what seemed the older girl and put her red, callused hand on her shoulder.

"Come to my bunk later tonight, and I'll sing for you." She whispered, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. Bella was known for her lovely voice and she sang whenever she worked, no matter how tired and overworked she was. The girls nodded eagerly, and stumbled away.

Later

Bella sat down in the middle of the room. Angela, Jessica, and Lyubov (Lu-Bov) had cleared out of the room, to finish their digging. The gloomy young girls gathered around Bella. She looked at every single one of them, inviting them and said softly before singing,

"Good Shabbat, girls." They all murmured in agreement and settled down, as Bella started to sing.

Or haner nimhal b'or hayarei'ach

Al hakar sa'areich shafuch

Bachalon tzameret eitz porei'ach

V'hasheket chazar

Ro'im l'fi hachiyuch

Sa'ara hayta hinei chalfa la

Ufanayich shuv rog'ot kifnei hayam

Im ha'or nosif lalechet hal'a

Od haderech raba

Hamasa adayin lo tam

Lo kala hi lo kala darkeinu

V'einayich lifamin ko nugot

Od harim g'vohim v'tzonei p'sagot (x2)

R'sisim shel or b'dimotayich

V'chiyuch shuv mgashesh darko eilai

Kawl hatov odenu lifanayich

Simi rosh al k'tefi

Tni li yadeich b'yadi

Od m'at yitam haner ligvoha

Od m'at yuvas hasheket hamvorach

Hamulat hayom tatchil lifko'a

Lo telchi l'vadeich

Ani eh'yeh sham itach

Lo kala hi lo kala darkeinu

V'einayich lifamin ko nugot

Od harim g'vohim v'tzonei p'sagot (x3)

(A/N: For ANYONE who didn't know by now that was Hebrew. Yep, the whole thing. Julia can sing the song without flaw! Kinda.)

"Bella, what does that mean?" Sara wanted to know.

"Bella, can you sing it in English?" Rochelle asked.

Bella smiled warmly and started,

The candle's light blends with the moonlight.

Your hair is spread across the pillow.

Some of the little girls sighed longingly at the mention of a pillow.

At the top of the window, a tree blossoms.

And the silence has returned.

One sees according to one's smile.

The storm-

-Crash-

"Stop that singing, you Jude! You be quiet! You know that filthy language is not permitted in this camp!" Hitler's second in command, James, bellowed at the top of his enhanced lungs. (A/N: In this story, James is still a vampire and so are the Cullens. They come later on. But James is Hitler's second in command and he is because he's an indestructible vampire.)

The little girls scattered quickly, and screamed. Some ran out into the cold, uninviting darkness, and their screams of terror audible to the whole entire camp.

Suddenly, there were a series of loud, sickening snaps and crunches and all attention was turned to the source of the noise. Bella screamed out in unadulterated pain. Everyone except Bella fell deathly silent; so silent it hurt.

Bella lay on the floor, her whimpers barely heard and her teardrops going plink plink, plink on the floor. The remaining girls huddled in horror. Bella curled up into a ball, cradling her mutilated left arm, and James stood triumphantly over her.

History must never repeat itself. So lift your voices and take a stand.

The Forgotten People, Ted Pierce

So, readers, the prologue comes to an end. Yes, this does take place during the Holocaust, and we know it's sad but it will get better. That's right! We! Julia and I are working on this together, so it may take longer, considering the fact that we don't see each other too often. We'll try our best. Back to the topic of the Holocaust, we wanted show people what it was really like for our people to suffer through this. And if you haven't figured it out yet, we really are Jewish. Since Bella was cut off when she was singing in English, she didn't get to finish. Two things about that:

It will be continued later/ will be used later.

If you want to know what the whole song means, feel free to contact us.

So, dear fans; review and if you read this and are still against us Jews, then well. Don't review/ flame. Please. Todah Raba (Thank you, in Hebrew.)