Finding Anne

Thanks for the reviews Pscyho-Llama! Back to the Anne arc. (It's confusing, I know, I'm sorry!)

This chap is kind of rubbish...

It was time, the silken darkness like a shroud over hellish Bergen-Belsen, only broken by the stabbing torchlight of the pacing guards. Karl stalked, almost silent, through the narrow passages between huts to his rendezvous with fate. The night was a good one for his mission, for the camp had a visitor, and the S.S. guards were all distracted by his presence. Karl had not yet had a glimpse of him but knew that he was someone important.

As he rounded the corner he was brought to a halt as he crashed into someone else walking in the darkness. He sat there on the ground, not daring to move, feet away from the other dark figure, keenly aware of his speeding heartbeat and the silence of the night. The man opposite him rose to his feet, and Karl followed, slowly becoming aware of a strange ticking noise like a clock that sounded in time with his own slowing heartbeat. Could it be…?

The dark figure stepped closer, and Karl found himself looking into dark circles of glass that mirrored his own, and a black mask reflecting his mask reflecting that mask, reflecting…

They stood looking at one another for a moment, speechless.

"Das ist…komisch, This is…strange, " said Karl.

"Wer vist du? Who are you," asked Kroenen, "Du siehst wie ich aus. You look just like me, "

"Es ist schwer zueklaren. Ich dachte nie, das ich du hiersehen wurde. This is hard to explain. I never thought I would see you here. "

"Bist du eine zukunftig version von mir. Are you a future version of myself? "

"In diese Art zu sprechen. In a manner of speaking. "

"Wie du hier erhietten?Sine sie oder sollten ich suggen, Sind ich, auf einer Mission fur der Ogdru Jahad? How did you get here? Are you on, or should I say, am I, on a mission for the Ogdru Jahad? "

"Nein, keine von dem. Ich bin nicht hier im Interesse der alten Gotter, noch ich molte sein. Eine reisende Maschine der einfachen Zeit war alle, die ich verwendete. No, none of that. I'm not here on the behalf of the elder gods, nor do I wish to be. A simple time-traveling machine was all I used. "

"Aber warun wurden Sie widerstrbend zu dienen der Ogdru Jahad? Fur funfJahre Nanowatt habe ich sie gedient und habe sie nie bedauert. But why would you be reluctant to serve the Ogdru Jahad? For five years now I have served them, and have never regretted it! "

"Ich bin nicht dich, I am not you " he sighed. "Ich bin dien Sohn, I am your son "

"Ich habe ein Sohn? I have a son," Surprise showed in his father's voice, but his expression was hidden behind his mask.

"Sehe, ich kann nicht bleiben. Ich muss jetzt gehen, fur mein Plan gelangen. Look, I can't stay. I must go now for my plan to succeed. "

"Geh dann, aber wissen Sie, daB ich alle Dose tue, am mehr heauszufinden Go then, but know that I will do all I can to find out more. "

Karl continued at a run towards the hut where Anne Frank slept.

Margot tossed and turned, her dreams twisted nightmares, her body fighting a loosing battle against the ravenous disease. Fevered thoughts raced through her head, faster than she could comprehend them; a frantic, gasping red-clawed chase that chewed at her mind.

Her sister, Anne, sitting beside her, though touched by the disease herself, kept constant watch. She was the only protection Margot now had, and neither of them knew what would happen in the morning, whether the Nazis would insist on them both working, whether they would leave them in peace or whether…

Anne looked up fearfully as this thought passed across her mind, as if expecting an S.S. guard to be standing there ready to order them up, but saw nothing but shadows. And then it seemed to her as if in one place the shadows were deeper than they should have been, and that the slight moonlight shimmered off leather.

Then, as her heart began to beat as fast as a horse's galloping hoof beats, that dark shape stepped out of the shadows, resolving itself into the form of a man. She froze, crouched by the uneasy shape of her sister, sure that this German from the night could mean no good.

He said nothing, his face hidden by the shadows cast by the brim of his Nazi cap, merely standing there looking at them, no threat in his stance.

"Sie ist bis Morgen tot. She will be dead by morning. " he said, his voice a low rasp.

"Was meinst du? Sie ist nicht so Krankt, ist sie? What do you mean? She is not that bad is she? "

"Sie ist bis Morgen tot wil ich beabsichtige, sie zu shieBen wenn sie nichtst.Wir konnte nicht uns leisten, Zeit auf kranken Juden zu vergeuden. She will be dead by morning because I intend to shoot her if she is not. We cannot afford to waste time on ill Jews. "

Margot choked back a cry, and tears began to fill her eyes.

"Nein, bitte, mein Herr! Lassen Mich ihren Aufenhalt hier mit sie. No, please, sir. Let me stay here with her. "

"Ich denke nacht. Lassen diener schwester heirleiben. I think not. Leave your sister here. "

How did he know that Margot was my sister? She thought to herself.

"Jetze komme, Now come, " he said, beckoning to her.

Karl sat alone in the darkness by the bed of his charge. A day had passed since he had taken her from the squalid shed where she had lived amongst the filth, and now she slept soundly. The disease had started to affect her memory now; she was in and out of nightmare sleeps so often she could not tell what was real and what was not. Her sister Margot, whom he had left there, was almost dead, having succumbed to a coma in the early morning.

Anne had had to get worse before she would get better, but now she was away from the disease ridden huts the Jews were kept in she would be fine. Many others were dying now, and many more would continue to die even after the British Army arrived. For them it was too late, but not for Anne Frank. There was one problem though. Kroenen kept hanging around his hiding place, annoyingly tireless and patient, humming German marching songs under his breath. He didn't know about Anne of course, but he surely suspected, and Karl didn't want to face his father's anger.

Pleeeeeeeeeease review! I never seem to get any these days. (Apart from yours Psycho-Llama)

And what would happen when the British came?