A/N: Thank you guys for all the nice reviews! This is my first story that I have ever written in the first person, and I'm glad that you all think I'm doing a good job. Anyway, onwards!
Chapter 2: A new friend and a new job
It had just been a couple of days since you left Paris with the truck driver. Life in the back of a tractor trailer was uncomfortable, but was better than being dead as far as you were concerned. You had come to learn that the man had packed all of his belongings in the back of the truck.
"Pardon monsieur, how come all of your belongings are in the back of your truck?" you asked him through an opening that connected the truck to the trailer.
"Well mademoiselle, I have had enough of the radicals in the city. I'm in no way a supporter of Loki, but what the radicals did to those children and girls was atrocious. I was already planning to move to rural Germany to help my ailing grandmother later on this week, but the events from a couple of days ago pushed me over the edge and made me leave. My grandmother will be happy to see my come early." He replied.
"So you have no issue with the concubines?" you asked. You then suddenly began to feel nauseous. You grabbed an empty plastic bag and puked up your breakfast into the bag.
"No I don't." your driver stated. When he heard you puke he got concerned, "Hey are you alright?" he asked you.
"I'll be fine. I've been having this small stomach bug for a couple weeks. I'll throw up, usually in the morning, but I'll be okay most of the rest of the day." you explained.
"Hmmm.." the driver said suspiciously.
You both drove in silence for about fifteen minutes but then the truck stop, and the back of the trailer opened up.
"What's going on?" You asked as you shielded your eyes from the sun.
"I'm going to buy you a pregnancy test, you're going to take it and tell me who you are." he said glaring at you. You looked back at him and got your first good look at him. He had a beige colored skin and dirty blonde hair. He was slightly overweight with a beer belly.
"I'll tell you who I am when we are someplace private." you responded as you got out of the back. The two of you went inside the convenience store and bought the test and some other provisions. You then went into the bathroom and took the test. You stared at the little stick with fear. You had made love to Loki many times during the last three months. It wouldn't surprise you if you had conceived, but you were scared. You didn't want some psychopathic rebel killing you or your baby. Your eyes blurred with tears as you thought of that scenario.
You looked back down at the test. It was positive. You began to weep and hold your stomach.
"Hey are you ok?" the driver asked knocking on the door.
"I'll be fine." You said throwing the test in the trash. You then washed and dried your hands, and walked out.
"It was positive wasn't it?" he asked noticing your tear stained face.
"Yes, it was." You answered with a nod.
"You don't want the kid do you?" your companion asked as the two of you walked to the truck.
"I did want a baby. I'm just worried for his or her safety." you responded.
"Ride up front with me. I have some questions for you." he said opening the passenger side door. When you got in the questions began.
"First question, what's your name? You look familiar. I've seen you walk out of the reform synagogue every Saturday." He said. You gave him an apprehensive look.
"You can trust me. Keep in mind why I left Paris." he responded. You thought a moment, and decided to tell him the truth.
"I'm (y/n), I'm a concubine of Loki's and have been for a year and a half. The child inside me is Loki's." you confessed.
"It's nice to meet you (y/n), my name is Pierre." your driver responded with a smile.
"Nice to meet you to Pierre. You said you have seen me walking out of synagogue, are you Jewish also?" you asked.
"No, I'm an atheist. I was always having breakfast with friends at the cafe across the street. Have you been practicing reformed Judaism all of your life?" Pierre inquired.
"No, for most of my life I've been non religious. My family only went to Church on Christmas Eve and Easter. When I first came to Paris with Loki, I felt so alone. I saw a lot of the other girls in the harem drinking and getting high to suppress their feelings of fear and homesickness. I've never been into drugs, and I have always felt there was a higher power so I did research into different faiths." you explained.
"Why did you pick reform Judaism?" he asked.
"It just fit my beliefs about certain issues like gay marriage. I'm a supporter of that. Also the fact that I have this in my life gives me hope that one day that all will be right again." You responded. Pierre nodded approving your opinion on gay marriage.
"How did Loki react to you converting? He's supposedly a Norse God, so I'm sure he wasn't too pleased about your decision to practice your faith." Pierre stated.
"No he wasn't. As for Loki being a God, I don't believe that's true. He is from another dimension in outer space. So I believe he's an extraterrestrial." You explained.
"I believe that." Pierre responded with a smile. You smiled back and put your head up against the head of the car seat and fell asleep.
You were awoken with a gentle kiss on your lips. Your (e/c) eyes fluttered open, and you saw the face of your beloved Loki staring down at you. He had a rare gentle smile on his face.
"Good morning (y/n) how did you sleep?" Loki asked as he stroked your cheek.
"Loki? I thought I had lost you..." you said in a bewildered tone.
"So you had a nightmare then? Well I should help you feel better than." your lover responded kissing you again. The two of you continued to kiss and caress each other. Loki stopped when you both heard little footsteps coming towards the bedroom. He sighed in an exasperated tone.
"What is it?" you asked him.
"Willow;" he replied as he sat up. The door to the bedroom opened and a small girl entered the room. She had Loki's curly black hair, your eyes and Loki's pale skin. She looked to be around four, she was precious.
"Good morning papa! Good morning mama!" She said happily as she hopped on the bed.
"Good morning Willow, where is your nanny?" Loki asked her.
"I ran away from her. I wanted to spend time with you and mama." Willow responded.
"Well, today is mama and papa's anniversary. I need to have alone time with mama for a while. Mama and I will come out to play with you later." Loki said kissing the small child's forehead. The door opened and a young blonde woman came in.
"Lord Loki, Lady (y/n), I'm so sorry.. Willow just.." she began.
"It is fine;" you told the nanny.
"Come along Willow, let mommy and daddy have their alone." the nanny said picking up you and Loki's child. Once they left Loki pulled you into his arms once again.
"I love you (y/n)." he said kissing you. You kissed him back. The beautiful scene then went black.
You awoke in Pierre's truck. The scene with Loki was just a dream? You couldn't believe it. It all so real, and so beautiful. You wished that Loki would just find you, and tell you he loved you. You wanted him to come in on a white horse and rescue you from all the danger you and the baby were in. You then felt hormones take over, and tears started to roll down your face.
"Hey (y/n), what's the matter?" Pierre asked hearing you weeping.
"I had a dream." You replied through sniffles.
" A nightmare?" he inquired.
"No, it was a good dream. A perfect dream." you replied sadly.
"Then why are you crying?" Pierre asked.
"It was about Loki. We were together, and we had a beautiful little girl. It was things as they should be, but I'm afraid they will never come to pass." you replied forlornly looking out the window.
"Why do you think this?" your new friend asked as he made a turn on the road.
"Because of what happened to the others. I'm sure he knows by now that they are all dead. He probably thinks I'm gone also." you said back sadly.
"Loki is a smart guy, I'm sure he'll figure out you're alive." Pierre said trying to cheer you up.
"I wish I could send him a message telling him alright. I won't do it because I know it'll fall into the wrong hands." you replied.
"You're probably right." Pierre replied turning into an abandoned campground.
"I should have figured it was only a dream. Loki was way too romantic in the dream." you replied.
"I'm going to set up camp here for the night. We'll get a map in the morning at the rest stop down the road." Pierre said stopping the vehicle.
"Okay;" you replied sadly thinking of Loki.
"Cheer up; it's not good for the baby." Pierre said patting your back. You nodded as you walked out to the back of the truck to get your luggage.
The next day while at a rest stop, Pierre came back carrying a flier, a troubled look was on his face.
"Pierre, what's the matter?" you urged as he got in the vehicle.
"(y/n) I need you to see this." Pierre said a look of concern on his face as he handed you the flier. You took it and saw that it was a wanted poster for you. It specifically asked for your head to be brought back to the resistance movement back in Paris.
"What should we do?" you asked.
"Well, I'll drop you off in Colmar as planned, but now you must come up with a new name and identity." Pierre said trying to keep calm as he started up the truck.
"Ok, I'll just come up with a new name." You said.
"It'll have to be more than that. The name is just the beginning. Ever since Loki took over, all the records have been destroyed. I'm sure you remember how the world economy tanked right after the take over." Pierre said.
"Yes, everyone took their money out of the bank. After that the market crashed. All government files were destroyed also." You recounted reminiscing about those chaotic times.
The two of you came up with an identity that seemed to be fool-proof. You were going to say that you were Pierre's cousin Camille from Quebec. You were pregnant with your first child, and you had lost your husband recently. You were staying in Colmar until your child was born because Pierre needed to prepare his grandmother's home in Frankfurt. The plan was put to the test when the two of you pulled up to a clinic the next day. Or what used to be a clinic.
"We should see if someone here will take you in. Medical care will be available to you and the baby." Pierre said.
"How do you know? This could be a crack house for all you know!" you exclaimed.
"Stay in here. I'll go see what establishment is being run here. Do you know how to drive?" Pierre asked seriously. You nodded quickly in response.
"Good, if I don't come out of the clinic after an hour, I want you to drive to Frankfurt. When you get there ask for Ada Bauer. When you find her say our code word. The word is Lune Blanche. Do you understand (y/n)?" Pierre asked.
"Yes I do;" you replied. You looked in the mirror and checked your wig as Pierre hopped out and proceeded into the clinic. You looked out the car window and took in the now tragic beauty of Colmar. The German styled homes still stood, for the most part, although a lot of them looked like they could fall apart at any moment. The cobbled streets were filled with trash and human waste. You could spy women dumping buckets filled with waste into the street. The smell was unbearable, it made you even more nauseous than you already were. You stepped out of the truck and opened a trash can and started to throw up like it was nobody's business.
"Hey are you alright?" you heard a male voice call out.
"I'll be alright I guess just morning sickness." you said as you lifted your head up. You turned around and saw the man. He was of olive complexion and had black hair and a sunken in face. When he looked at you, he gave you a suspicious look.
"Is something wrong?" You asked.
"You look like her." the man responded with disdain.
"Who is her?" you asked with a slight nervousness in your voice. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out the wanted flier.
"You look like (y/n), a concubine of the tyrant Loki. The resistance in Paris slaughtered almost all of his concubines and bastard children, but a few escaped including (y/n)! These women who escaped are cowards who need to face the consequences for betraying the human race by fornicating with the enemy!" the man said his anger obvious.
"I'm not (y/n)." you lied convincingly. This wasn't good enough for the man however. He pulled out a knife.
"You lie!" he said as he put the knife to your throat.
"SERGE!" a woman's voice yelled. Your attacker put the knife down and looked to an auburn haired woman who had appeared along with Pierre.
"Suzette, my dear she is one of Loki's concubines! She must die!" Serge exclaimed.
"No she is not Serge. She is Pierre's cousin Camille from Quebec." Suzette explained.
"How would she come all the way here to Colmar from Quebec?" Serge asked suspiciously.
"Refugees come in everyday thanks to private pilots." Suzette retorted.
"How come she looks like that whore then?" Serge asked.
"She must be a doppleganger. I know Pierre wouldn't bring us one of the enemy." Suzette responded with a smile on her face.
"You know this how?" Serge inquired angrily.
"He's my friend, and has been since we were children. I know you are jealous of the fact that he was my boyfriend, but I love you Serge." Suzette said walking up to Serge and stroking your cheek.
"I suppose you and Pierre are right. This doesn't mean I trust her." Serge said with a sigh as he glared back at you. Suzette gave her lover a peck on the lips and then looked at you.
"Camille, I would love it if you stayed with us at the clinic, but you have to contribute. Do you have any medical training at all?" she asked.
"No, but I can clean." you responded.
"Then you'll be a candy striper then. For your services we will provide a roof over your head until the child is born. We will also provide you transportation to Frankfurt also." Suzette proposed.
"You are most generous. I will accept these terms." you responded.
"Excellent, I have been looking for extra candy stripers. I'll let you say goodbye to Pierre and I'll show you to your room." Suzette said, a grin appearing on her face. She and Serge walked back into the clinic.
"Good bye (y/n). It was a pleasure traveling with you my friend." Pierre whispered as he hugged you.
"Goodbye Pierre. I'll see you later." you told him hugging him back. He let you go and got your bag for you.
"Do you want me to carry it in for you?" Pierre asked as you took the bag.
"I'll be fine. You have already done so much for me. What I want you to do is go to your grandmother and take care of her." you responded with a smile.
"Take care of yourself and the kid." Pierre said as got into his truck. You waved back at him as he sped off out of sight.
As soon as his truck was out of sight you walked in the clinic to meet up with Suzette. When she saw you a smile appeared on her face.
"There you are Camille! Come with me and I'll show you where your room is." she said opening a door for you. Beyond the doors, there was a cement staircase.
"Usually the candy stripers live somewhere else in the city, but since you have no where to stay, you will stay in the room that was originally used for the residents." Suzette explained as the two of you walked up the steps.
The pair of you reached a wooden door that Suzette opened with a key. The room had a dirty tile floor and peeling wall paper. The furniture in the room consisted of a cot, a bedside table and a chest of drawers. There was also a small dusty bookshelf with medical books filling it.
"Here is your room. There is a bathroom across the hall that you can use. While you are working you will wear the Candy striper uniform that is located in your drawers. You will be awakened at dawn each morning to start your duties, and our clinic does not close until 11:00 each night. Our clinic is opened Monday-Saturday. On Sunday, we go to church. Do you understand?" Suzette asked.
"Yes ma'am." you responded.
"Excellent; you will begin work tomorrow. Today, I want you to get to know your surroundings so you do not become lost. Good day Camille." your new boss said as she left you in your room.
You looked around your room, you flipped through a few of the books on the shelf. You then opened up the drawers to look at your uniform. It was a dress that looked like it would go to your knees, it had red and white vertical stripes with sleeves that would reach your elbows. You then unpacked your belongings and looked around the rest of the clinic. Every conversation you heard made you even more nervous. The people were so hateful towards the concubines and those they deemed "unsupportive" to the resistance movement. This place was dangerous, but it would have to become your home until your baby was born. Then you could go stay with Pierre. You just had to count down the days until you could go away to complete safety.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy! I also hope I haven't stepped on any toes as far as religion goes since it comes up in this chapter.