A/N: Hey guys! here's the next chapter, which is in EPOV as planned :) Hope you like it! Please review! I crave them as much as I crave the next breath of oxygen! Also, please excuse my horrible use of the German language...I'm 100% American, and I owe Google Translator my life!

EPOV

"Scheiße! Was habe ich getan?" I entered my office and slammed a quick fist into the wall. I stormed over to my chair, and, in defeat, leaned my elbows onto the table and put my head in my hands. What was I thinking? Helping a Jewish family! I must be mad...Or, said a tiny voice in the backof my head, madly in love.....I shook my head and laughed at myself.

The idea of even looking twice at one of them was ridiculous! I was Edward Anthony Mason, a highly trained and dangerous SS Guard at Auschwitz.

But as I thought some more about it, I remembered her face. The shape of it, the depth of those deep, deep chocolate brown eyes, the gorgeous waves of mahogany to the middle of the back...my knees became a little weak when I thought about the smile her pretty pink lips made when she had woken up in my arms.

I could still feel how perfectly she fit against me, and how right she felt in my arms. I couldn't explain it, but I felt strangely protective of this small woman. The things I saw in her expressions today told me what she had been through...if only I could take her pain, or somehow help her...

Ugh! Come on, Mason, I told myself, man up! You don't know her, nor do you want to.

I went back to my desk and shuffled some papers, thinking back to what had happened...

"Schnell! Schnell! Off the train, on your feet!"

My comrades and other SS Guards were opening the train doors to let out the prisoners. I went to car # 69 and opened it, ordering eveyone up.

"Auf deine Füße!"

As I yelled for them to climb out of the train, several fell out. I was about to turn and leave the ones that had fallen to attend to the ones standing, when a body fell at my feet.

I looked down at the body, which was filthy, and sprawled there on the walk. A man with brown curly hair ran up to the fallen person, and turned them over onto their back.

"Bella! Can you hear me? Talk to your Papa!" He kept shaking her but she didn't move. He went to pick her body up, but seemed unable to, and dropped to the ground next to her.

When I would have turned and walked away, I stood rooted to the spot as if the ground itself was holding me there. It was the girl's face that kept me. She was beautiful, her hair tangled and spread around her, hinting at red in the sun. She had dirt smeared all over her face, and on her clothes as well. She looked a little bit on the skinny side, but who here didn't?

She had dark circles under eyes, as did her Papa. As the father began to give up, a small woman with a young child in her arms ran up.

"Bella? Charlie, what has happened?"

The man sat up, wincing in pain. He put his hand to his chest, and it came back covered in his blood.

Being a soldier, I knew it was a gunshot wound.

As I looked at the small family, I felt an unfamiliar stirring in the pit of my stomach. I realized then it was pity, and felt ashamed that I would feel such a thing for people who are insignificant and inferior to me.

But looking at the girl on the ground, and seeing her Papa, I couldn't help what I did next.

I looked around me, seeing if any of my comrades had lingered here as I did. Not seeing anyone, I walked over to the family, stopping in front of them, casting my shadow among them.

"You breathe a word of this, I will be the one who kills you." I then scooped up the girl , trying to ignore the feeling it gave me to have her in my arms, and began to walk away. As I walked I thought how the girl weighed practically nothing. I heard the man stand up, grab his wife, and follow us. When they caught up to me, the man spoke, breathing hard from the effort of running.

"Why you do this for us?"

I hesitated, and gave him the only answer I had. "I don't know."

As I came back to the present, I wondered if I really was insane.

A/N: Soooo... what did you think? Let me hear your opinions! I didn't have much time to write so it's a little rushed. I also need suggestions for the future...I think I might kill Charlie... and I might not. :D

-Vana Bana