A/N – I do not own the characters in orTwilightin any way. All rights are reserved to Stephanie Meyers.

The theme of WW2 however, is my idea. (ALL HUMAN).

A Duty To My Country

Carlisle's P.O.V.

"Raus, raus!"

Dust covered the entrance of the secret passage way that led to the cellar of the book shop. The owners had just been found harbouring Jews in their cellar.

At the moment, the family that owned the store were being made to kneel on the floor, their hands behind their heads.

My rifle was aimed shakily at their heads, my fingers rested on the trigger, my mind reeling with disgust.

I couldn't do this... I couldn't do this...I couldn't do this.

"Carlisle!" Friedrich Milch's ruff voice sounded from the cellar, my name rolling off his tongue and up the cold concrete steps.

"Sir?" I responded, my voice shaking along with my hands.

"You're needed down here, Cullen."

I lowered my rifle to the floor, risking a single glance over my shoulder at the cowering family before making my way into the darkened room.

"We need you to gather that scum up. Can you do that, Cullen?" His gun was pointed at the huddled group of mainly women and children. One man had his arms spread over the group, trying to protect them from what we all knew was going to come.

"Y-yes, Sir," I choked.

He shot me a crooked smile, before moving over to where the light shone through the cellar door.

"Good to hear, boy, good to hear."

His footstep echoed into the distance, followed by shouting and screaming.

"No, no, please!"

"Mother!"

A slap was next to follow. Degrading and disgusting, yes, but there was nothing I could do.

"Bring them up, Cullen. It's time to show everyone a lesson; what happens when you keep secrets."

The little girl squeaked into her mother's neck.

I gulped; a feeling of sickness deliberately churned my stomach upside down and the wrong way round.

"Up, now!" Charles Evenson, my "fellow" colleague dragged the girl and mother up the stairs roughly by their arms. The woman twisted and tugged in his grip, trying to find her daughter's hand, her dark brown ringlets dishevelled and in her eyes.

The girl was crying quietly, sucking her thumb as she clutched tightly to her mother's hand. Her knuckles were white with pressure.

"Maria!" A deep, rich voice bellowed across the room. I just turned round in time to see Charles hit him across the face with the back of his rifle.

"Aleksander!"

"Father!"

He fell to the floor, his arms covering his face. Blood trickled down his chin, dripping to the grey floor.

"He is not for us, Charles. He's Milch's." One more stamp to the face, until he snorted, coming over to me and taking my rifle from my hands.

"Sometimes, Carlisle, I wonder why you joined us at all. Where's the fun in waiting?"

His twisted smile pulled the corner of his mouth up as he walked to the mouth of the stairs to join our general. He got have way up before throwing it at my feet.

"Bring them up with you, Carlisle, Milch's waiting and so is the public." I nodded as he turned out of sight.

The little girl was still crying, her mother holding her close to her with her arm around her shoulder. They were the spitting image of each other; their eyes were exactly the same shade of green, their faces both heart shaped with thick dark ringlets spilling over their shoulders, the side pinned up delicately.

Putting my professional head into gear, I forced myself to march-walk over to the father on the floor.

"Get up, now!" His head shot up, our brown and blue eyes meeting for the first time. "You knew the consequences you will face."

He moved slowly, so grabbing him by the arm, I pulled him to his feet. "No time to doddle, Jew. You're getting your up commence." Maria stifled a sob as she clamped her hand over her mouth, their daughter was hid now, under her mother's arm.

"Kristina, don't look, darling. Look at me, only at me, understood?" Kristina's curls bounced slightly as she nodded.

"Don't leave me mummy!"

"I'm not going anywhere, baby."

Forcing the trio upstairs, and outside, we finally met the other family in question. Like earlier, they were on their knees outside their shop, their hands behind their head, their eyes searching for the source of the sniffling.

"Get down!" Milch made sure to force them to the floor himself; he had us with our rifles pointed and ready if we faced any resistance. A group began to gather around us, and gasps came from each direction.

"Keep it under control, Cullen!" I moved out of the group, moving the public back slightly.

"We are here today, to show..." Milch's voice was drowned out as I viewed my surroundings. It wasn't until I looked up to see crowds of people hanging out of the flat windows above, that I saw her.

She had curls, much like the Jewish mother and daughter had. Her eyes, again, were shockingly bright, emerald green. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she had red rings around her eyes. She was young, very young, but appeared somehow beyond her years. Almost haggard, old, as if she'd seen enough to last her a life time.

"Cullen!" The rough voice broke me out of my day dream and I was snapped back into reality.

How many people have I killed now?

The thought swirled continuously around my mind, buzzing around like a fly, never going away.

"You know what you have to do." Charles smiled.

The girl I saw a minute ago shrunk back into the shadows as she caught my eye. She mouthed a silent "no" as I placed my hand on the trigger.

"Let this be a warning to everyone. We are your leaders now. Obey us."

"One...two...three!"

I pulled the trigger, closing my eyes as I did, and didn't open them until it was over and done with. The crack echoed off the walls, rebounding for what seemed only for my ears to hear.

"Like I said, this is a warning to those harbouring Jews." I opened my eyes, and before me lay the small girl that minutes ago was alive.

Innocent lives had been lost, and I could do nothing.

A/N – I don't know if the German I used at the start is correct, but oh well. It's meant to say: "Out, out!"

A morbid chapter, I know, but it was harsh and cruel under Nazi control, so I hoped I did a good job in portraying that.

Please review! Thanks, Katie1995.