As the car pulled into the driveway I stared out of the window and looked up at the dreary looking house. It was massive yet it looked like it had not been lived in for centuries. Soldiers were marching up and down the courtyard moving furniture, which had been driven here, three days before. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a small, little door. It looked so out of place compared to the rest of the house.

KNOCK, KNOCK

Hans' pale faced was poked in the window and he was mouthing something that I didn't really understand. I just nodded along and pretended that I understood everything. Ever since we had got off the train he had been pestering me all the time. I took it as a compliment at first, but after a while it got very irritating. The whole forty two hour car journey was spent with him constantly asking me questions or when he was not doing this he was just staring at me. I was leaning against the window when suddenly the door was opened and I fell out straight into Hans' arms. I looked him in the face and blushed.

"Thanks." I said trying to avoid his eye.

"You do seem to always get into trouble don't you Miss Bella?"

"Not all the time." I said as I tried to get out of his grasp.

"Well if you ever need someone to help you I will be happy to. Whatever it is I will be there in a flash."

"Thanks." I replied in a very monosyllabic way.

I stood up and patted my dress down so that it covered more of my legs. I wondered around the courtyard looking at the plain looking garden.

"Something will have to be done about this." My mother answered as she walked across the courtyard with one of the most magnificent smiles on her face.

We looked around together at each little flower that was dying and then I saw it again. That door. It looked so very interesting. I slowly walked towards it, fascinated to what could be behind it.

"Miss Bella." Hans exclaimed as he stepped in front of my way.

"I don't think you're allowed behind there."

"Bella darling. Come away from there that is not where you're allowed to be. Your father and I have decided that the courtyard and the house are the only places you're allowed to be at the moment. Just let us settle in before you do all your exploring."

I stared blankly at Hans' face, which smiled sweetly back at me.

Yuck, he creepd me out so much. Emmett quite nicely on the train reminded me that he was 24, seven years older than me. I turned around and walked as quickly as I could into the house. I looked around the new hallway, which was nothing like the old one. It was spacious and could fit up to a hundred people in at one time. There was no longer a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling but four gigantic bay windows where one could sit. I walked up the staircase that winded up into a hallway that I couldn't see from the bottom. I took the first right and the second left. Great, I was already lost so typical and that was when I saw it. The most amazing blue coloured room. It was quite small and cosy with a double bed that filled most of the room and a wardrobe in the corner. Then there was this make-up table, it was magnificent. It stood by the bay window and was white with blue flowers. I walked over to it and sat at the small stool that was tucked carefully underneath it.

"I thought you would like it," said the voice from behind me.

I shot up almost falling off the back of the stool and turned round to see who the strange voice was. Hans strolled towards me, bringing a cool breeze with him. He stroked the top of the make-up table.

"I hoped that you would choose this room. I got it delivered here three days ago with the other furniture. It was my mother's when I was younger. She loved it. She was just as beautiful as you."

I could feel my eyes starting to roll as this man was never going to leave me alone ever. I stopped as he turned back around.

"Well I hope you like it." He looked slightly offended as he said this so I felt very guilty.

"Yes, I do thanks. It's like a house warming present and it fits perfectly so every time I do my makeup and my hair I can look into the distance.

"HANS!" shouted my father's voice from downstairs.

At this point Hans saluted me with the Nazi wave and walked out the room. How I hated that man he annoyed me so much, but it was a very beautiful table and I shouldn't be ungrateful. I walked over to this magnificent piece of furniture and again placed myself carefully on the stool and looked into the distance. Trees and flowers covered the fields that went on for miles. That's when I saw it again. There was a main gate with four German soldiers stood outside. Electric wire ran round the perimeter of the closure and four more soldiers marched the perimeter with dogs. Inside this enclosure were men and boys that were building what looked like shelters? They were wearing blue striped pyjama type things and each person looked the same. Each man wore a hat that matched their clothes. A soldier whipped a man who was so frail; he could hardly look like he could walk. Sorrow swept these men and boys, sadness swarmed the air. I couldn't bear to look.

Supper time was a family occasion that I didn't mind to much. When we had arrived it was just after lunch. I had spent most of my day with Alexia un-packing my life in this new place. Hans and Emmett had been playing ball outside and my mother already started on her garden, whilst my father sat in his office reading papers. I wasn't sure what his new job included and I dare not asked as it was highly secretive, not even my mother knew.

"How is the un-packing coming along Bella?" My mother asked.

"Just fine, Alexia and I have almost finished."

"And how do you like the make-up table, it was highly kind of Mr Hans wasn't it?"

"Yes." I replied shyly looking down at my plate.

"BELLA LIKES HANS! AHAHAHAHA" Emmett laughed as he stuck his fork into a piece of meat and gobbled it down in one.

"No I don't! You're so immature. Why don't you just grow up?"

"But Bella he has been rather kind." My mother edgily alleged.

"Just stop this stupid banter. If Bella likes Mr Hans then all good for her I wish her the best, but right now I think this meal should be eaten in a civilised manner."

My father looked around catching my mother's eyes and she looked down. Emmett piped down and I stared at my plate of food that I really didn't want to eat.

"Bella…. Emmett one thing please do not enter the back garden. It is strictly out of bounds"

"Why?" Emmett asked angrily.

"I mean there is no where else to go except the courtyard and we can't really go out there because cars always drive in and out of there. When there is no cars the stupid man and his dog guarding the gate always shouts at me for attracting the dog with the ball."

"Just don't do it Emmett!" My father replied almost shouting.

Emmett looked down very sheepishly he had never been confronted like this before. We were obviously not allowed out there. The room became silent again.

"MORE WINE!" Bellowed my father from the other end of the table.

Through the double door walked a pale looking man, he definitely was not German. He looked like no man I had ever seen before. All his hair on his head had been shaven off and he looked like he had not washed in weeks. He wore those funny pyjamas that I had seen all the other people wearing earlier on. I caught his eye and he quickly looked away. He poured the red wine carefully in my father's glass. He looked so sad I had never seen anyway look that way in my life. It looked like life itself had been driven out of him by some sort of ghost.

After supper Emmett and I sat at the top of the staircase listening to my father and mother argue. This had never happened before. We were in shock when we heard the first scream.

"I thought you said they weren't going to be here Markus?"

"I said keep them from far away from our children. That was the condition."

"But we need someone to help around this gigantic house Alexia and her mother can't clean this place and cook. I can't get the soldiers to do everything here as well."

"But I don't want anything to do with this and I don't want my children involved either!"

At this point our mother ran out of the study crying. She walked up the stairs and glanced at us and just walked down the corridor to her room.

"I don't understand." Emmett queried.

"Neither do I Emmett; neither do I."