A/N: Ok, so some people have asked me whereI had gotten my idea for my story, and as cliche as it sounds, I had a dream. Except there was me and my grandmother going to the camp, there wasn't a beautiful hero to save me, and lasted about ten minutes. Oh, and the dream was in the color green, including the fire...It was weird. Then I decided to make it into a romance between Twilight characters that I DO NOT OWN. :)

BPOV

...I looked for my Papa, and saw him in the men's line, walking the opposite direction towards another building.

Before I could say anything or go after him, a huge shadow fell over me, and looking up, I saw a face of evil.

When I looked up, I saw a handsome face with unkind eyes, underneath hideous angry pink scars.

The man's stringy shoulder-lenth blonde hair surrounded a face with three long diagonal claw-like marks that started from the corner of his left eye, across his nose, and trailing to the underside of his jaw. He was clenching said jaw with surpressed fury, looking down at me with murder and malice in his surprisingly pretty blue eyes.

My neck became a little stiff from looking up at the huge beast of a man, and I became a little uneasy. Accutually, make that more than just a little uneasy. Terrified was more like it. I took a chance and glanced down, and saw him carrying a huge gun that happened to be pointed at my chest. I gulped loudly.

He smelled of death, and looked like it himself. The man had an air about him that said he was capable of killing you within a blink of an eye, and when he turned his penetrating gaze to you, you wanted to instictively cringe away .

"Wo denkst du gehst?" He sneered.

I rushed to answer him, "I'm not going anywhere."

He roughly grabbed me by the arm, pushing me without sympathy into the line of the other women. "Stay in your line, Jude."

I ripped my arm from his grip, bruising myself in the process. With my chin up, I turned to go further into the line away from this awful man, only to be grabbed and turned back around. He lifted his beefy disgusting hand to smack my face, when a hand shot out and stopped him.

I looked up, only to meet the green eyes of the beautiful god-like creature from earlier. He looked away, addressing the big man.

"Ruhe, James. They are not worth it."

The man called James looked at me contemplatively, and eventually slowly lowered his arm. Looking disappointed, he stalked off in the opposite direction, leaving me and the other guard alone.

I looked around me, suddenly realizing that the line had already moved on. Before I went to go follow, I turned to him and was about to thank him when I saw the look on his face. He looked furious.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed my arm and with his long athletic strides led me in the direction the line had gone...I think. "Where are you taking me?"

When I recieved no answer, my thoughts ran wild. Was he going someplace to kill me? Had he changed his mind and decided to give me to James to handle? Before I got to carried away, we approached a small building that had men with the same uniform as him guarding the doors. On the outside, I watched with horror as I saw men, women, and even children with the same uniform I had on chained, digging deep trenches out of the hard ground.

But instead of leading me to the front double doors, he led me around to what looked like the back of the building. He stopped us abruptly and looked at me, fury still in his face.

"Warum?" he asked.

I hesitated. "Why, what?"

His hand tightened on my arm."Why must you provoke the guards? All you had to do was what you were told! Is simple, no? You are not to talk back to anyone, or you will be faced with the consequence of death. Do you understand me? No pity will be bestowed upon you, or any other insignificant here."

I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.

He spoke up again, "You will go through this back door, and go to one of the cots and go to sleep. Verstanden?"

I quickly nodded my head.

"Why do you help me? If you were who your uniform says you to be, I would be dead by now. Why arn't I?"

He looked flustered for a minute, looking as if not knowing what to say. He looked up, his eyes full of self-conflict. "I can't answer what you ask of me. We don't have anymore time. Do as I say, and go."

He released my arm. He turned and started to walk away, but stopped and looked back. He looked at me with those intense green eyes of his, just staring. Exhaling loudly on a shaky breath, he turned back around, and was gone.

For a moment I stood there, watching him go. I then turned around and entered the small building through the back door. After closing the door as quietly as I could, I looked around the room I was in, not believing what I saw.

A/N: Haha, ok before you say anything, we all know that if any german prisoner at a concentration camp such as Auschwitz had acted even anything close to rude, they would have been killed for fun by an SS Guard. But, in my magical world, there were SS Guards like our Edward who would help them out of the kindness of their hearts. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case in 1933...stupid Hitler. Please Review! :)

-VanaBana