A/N: I just wanted to say sorry for how short the last chapter was. It was the first chapter of my first story, so of course I was a little slow...hopefully this is better, and if not, I will update more often. Thanks!

-VanaBana

Sometime later that day...

As I regained conciousness, I heard several voices.

Out of all of them, I could hear my mother's saying,

"Bella, baby, can you hear me?"

She sounded on the verge of tears. I tried to move to get up, but realized that I was in someone's arms, and being carried. I could feel the muscle of this man's arms, and with some alarm, could tell it wasn't my father's. He felt strong, and strangely, I felt secure and warm in his arms. For some reason, I thought, this felt safe. I shook my head, trying to clear it of these weird thoughts. I started to say something, and then there was that voice again.

"Shhhh...you need rest," it said.

I then slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the bright heat of the sun. Once they did, my eyes focused on a pair of forest green eyes looking at my own.

As I continued to stare at this man, I soon came to realize that he was...beautiful. I looked up at his uniquely copper colored hair, and saw the perfect way the messy curls would fall into his face when he would look down at me, which I began to realize was often. He looked concerned, but about what I didn't know.

But before I had thought about it much, I looked down at my arms, which had this strange man's own around them, and that's when I saw the symbol of his uniform.

There on his arm was the bright red symbol of the Nazi.

As I started to panic, I tried to squirm out of his grip. But the arms around me just tightened their grip, locking me in and leaving no room to escape. I looked over at my parents, who had nothing but concern and fear on their faces. Then, I remembered Lizzy.

"Mama, Papa! Where's our Lizzy?"

My mother pointed to the lump of blankets that my father carried, and terror struck. Our little 10 year old Lizzy was wrapped securely, but also unconscious in his arms.

"She is just asleep, kliene, don't you worry." But I could see as I looked at my mother, there was nothing but worry on her face. I also saw with even more worry, (as if at this moment we were all not worried enough) that my father seemed to have some trouble carrying Lizzy, and was hunched forward just the slightest bit in pain.

I looked to see where this man was taking me and my family, and with curious eyes saw a long line of hundreds and hundreds of people lined up. If you followed all the way up the line, you could see that near the end you saw men in white lab coats separating the line into two.

Then the man spoke to my father, "Hear is where I must leave you and your family. If you survive the dividing, you will not tell anyone what we have done. Verstehen?"

"Ja."

The man then put me down, and looked at me. He looked into my eyes with his beautiful green ones, as if he were searching for something there in the depths of brown. He abruptly looked away, and walked briskly towards the building to the right of the human line.

My father looked at the man for one moment longer with something that looked like gratitude, and ushered us to the end of the human line.

As we waited in this line, I looked around me at my family. I looked into the distance where you could see piles of things burning, and could smell something deathly foul. As I began to think, there was one question at the front of my mind that I wanted answered most.

What was going to happen to us?