Disclaimer: Do you think I own Buffy? NO! So don't sue me.IMPORTANT: When you see 'oooo' for the first time it means it goes to the past, and when you see if again it goes back to the present. And it does this a lot.

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It was the hardest thing, I think for Victoria to leave. She looked at me with such sadness and refused to leave without me. I couldn't look at her. It only made me wish she wouldn't have to leave. "Victoria, you have to get out of here now!"

She shook and the tears that she had held in for so long, fell down like rain falling on a stormy night. Her little girls each held one her hands and Hedrick grabbed food and clothes. "Danny..." Tears fell so harshly down her face.

I walked towards her and kissed her and her children and both of their cheeks. "One my love is for now, the other is for the future. You'll get through this Tor, I know you will, but only is you leave now."

It was than that a second knock came to my door. I heard them pounding, and stomping their heavy boots. "I love you Victoria, I love you all..." Hedrick grabbed Victoria and pulled the three of them out the back door. I saw her turn and look at me, and her tears sprinkled onto the floor before I slowly closed the back door. "God bless you, and take care..."

I walked towards the door as slowly as possible and as another knock came. Little by little I turned the knob and opened my door unto three men dressed in Nazi attire. The men looked at me in hate and pushed me away from the doorway. My feet lost their balance and I fell to the ground.

One of the men reached out his hand and pulled me gently to my feet. "Kid, where's your father?" I, like a child, backed away from him and crossed my puny arms around my chest. "Can you tell me where your Papa is?"

I whimpered under his gaze and a tear escaped from my eye. The one who pushed me out of the way, yelled to the other one who had gone off searching throughout my home. "Find anything?"

"Yah Raff, I think someone had been here, could've been minutes ago." The first man turned towards me and reached out and grabbed my neck with one hand. He pressed me into the wall, trying as if to suffocate me.

"Now tell me, damn it, where the hell you father is?"

I shook, but reluctantly I answered him. "He left."

The three officers looked at me oddly before I was pushed deeper into the wall. "When?"

I sighed inside and tried to make up that story, that story of my nonexistent life. "Papa just left, he left for his friends or my auntie's"

"Where the hell's that?"

I thought for a moment, like any seven-year-old would. "England, my auntie lives in England!"

My neck was pressed deeper and a sharp pain drove into me. It felt as if he were breaking something. "And where's his friend?"

"Italy..."

And then my body fell. Dropped onto the floor in like a heap of rags. The second man looked on it silence, in pity. I saw him edge towards me, to help me, I believe. But the first one stopped him.

"Alois, you have lot to learn, son. First thing, never pity them." A gunshot echoed through my ears and horrid agony released inside my body. It hurt to say the least. It felt like I was dying, especially as the next two bullets came. "Second thing is, don't care about them. Third thing, never hesitate to kill them, any of them, young or old, they all deserve to die."

I saw the two leave, but that one stared at me, he stared long, he stared hard. He was trying to figure out something, that he just couldn't possibly understand. His light blue eyes stared into my own, but mine, mine were lifeless. He didn't show emotion, but I could tell by his eyes, he didn't want his life.

Gradually the pain subdued and I rose from my fatal position on the cold ground. The man looked on, his mouth open in awe. He reached out his hand, and I took it. He pulled me onto my feet and searched my eyes.

The first man came stomping in and gawked at me in horror. His eyes scanned my three wounds in absolute terror. He drew his gun and shoot a forth hole through my chest. My feet stood in place. I was rooted, as he shot a forth and fifth time.

Both of the men stared, one in fascination, the other in dismay. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE?" The first on shot again, and again.

But determined I still stood. I glanced at the man and I whispered in an eerie echo. "I already am..."

The man ran, he ran fast, and he ran far. The other one just stared at me. I smiled and he nodded his head, before turning and walking slowly away, closing the door on his way out.

I watched his retreating form and the door swing closed. And with that I dropped on my knees and prayed that Victoria, Hedrick, and the girls would be all right. I only wished he would have listen.