Disclaimer: I do not own theTwilight series; the events in this story are probably not real or very factual.

Chapter One

4 years later

Bella's POV

"Emmett? You up yet?" I called peering into his room. A big lump underneath the covers moved in answer, a groan escaping the mound of wool.

His head popped out and swung his muscular arm out to swat me away as if I were a fly. "Five more minutes," He sighed, his words running into each other.

I shook my head uselessly and stepped deeper into the room. "You're going to get in trouble again if your not there in time," I told him sternly attempting to roll him out of bed.

"Five more minutes," He repeated groggily placing his pillow on top of his head. I flicked him playfully on the side of the head to see if it would wake him at all, but he ignored it. I was about to give up when a knock came pounding on the door rather rudely. Of course I had to remind myself I was in a concentration camp, not a royal palace and they could treat me however I wanted.

Great, if they caught me in my brother's room I'd get in trouble again. I rubbed my arm where it still hurt and dived under the bed. Emmett was suddenly full of life as he stood up and darted to the door swinging it open.

The soldiers weren't the same men as usual to take Emmett away to his job. I couldn't shake the familiarity out of my head as I looked up at the bronze and golden haired soldiers from my hiding place.

"Is Bella here?" The bronze-haired one asked smiling warmly. I didn't get why he was acting so friendly; He was a Nazi soldier for Pete's sake!

The golden-haired one's eyes flashed towards the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. Emmett stepped in front of the door trying to block his view. Obviously he was debating whether or not to tell the truth. "Maybe," He said pursing his lips.

"I'll take that as a yes," said the blond shoving Emmett away with ease. The bronze looked away from Emmett with a disturbed look on his face.

"She's not here," He said weakly grabbing the arm of Blondie. "Right Emmett?" He asked in hopes of confirmation.

At least I wasn't the only one suspicious of the bronze Nazi's motives. Emmett raised his eyebrow in curiosity but shook his head. "No, sir she is not."

He nodded leading the blond out of the room. The door seemed to take an abnormally long time to close, especially since I had been holding my breath since the blond had set his eyes on me. As Emmett slammed the door shut I took in a deep breath of dust bunnies and crawled out from under the bed.

"That was close," I said heaving a sigh.

Emmett nodded cautiously keeping his eyes on the window. "Let's get you out of here before they come back," He offered.

I nodded wrapping my arms around his large neck. "See you later," I smiled, hoping I was right. In a place like this, you never know.

He pushed me out of the door kissing me softly on the cheek as I ran for my side of the camp. I wasn't paying much attention and someone yanked me back into bushes as a Nazi surveyed the area.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The voice hissed.

I shook my head trying to twist around for a better view. "Who are you?" I asked, trying to prevent myself from yelping in pain as I sat down on a bit of barbed wire.

She raised an eyebrow as she hoisted me up. She was short for her – our – age. Her black hair was cropped short so it was easier to take care of and her eyes were still bright, even though she had probably been through Hell.

"Alice," She retorted as if I should have known. "I see things."

My brows furrowed. "Like, ghosts?" I asked curious.

She burst out into giggles, "No, I'm not crazy. Like, the future. Only sometimes and its only little glimpses but I saw this," She told me motioning back and forth with her fingers the space between us. "And some other things." She said eying the bronze-haired soldier several kilometers away.

"Did you see a way out of here?" I asked hopefully.

She laughed dryly and began to walk back to the gardens. "You don't know how many people have asked me that Bell."

"Um, Bella," I corrected following her through the mud. "So, no huh?" I guessed disappointed.

She sighed biting down on her lip. "Well, yes and no. I see us getting out but every time I say that people get excited and when it doesn't come true they get mad. So I don't know what's true and when I'm just dreaming of freedom."

"So you don't know when we would get out?" I asked still anxious.

She nodded solemnly. "Don't get to excited," She warned. "It may be after we're long gone."

"But others would get out," I said brightly.

She looked at me funny, shaking her head with a sad smile. "You have to be the first person I've met who doesn't care whether or not there are other people who get to see the next day without having to endure the pain you have to go through. No I see why you're in here. You're crazy," She laughed.

"No," I shook my head. "I'm in here because we tried to help hide our Jewish neighbors."

She shrugged. "Guess it doesn't matter. We're still here and no one gets any special treatment."

I shrugged my shoulders uselessly not sure whether to agree or not.

A/N: I would continue but I'm tired and I have to do a novel thing for my English class. Updates soon, hopefully. I'm not very good with deadlines, they tend to make things get delayed more…

-mykittengoesrawr