Ok here's the next chapter. I'm sorry it's been taking so long I will try to update quicker next time. Thanks for all the great feed-back it really makes my day ( no lie I really do feel super-happy when I read the reviews). So I don't own Twilight, feel free to correct any historical errors and Happy Reading!

Bpov

We stayed crammed together in that cart for I don't know how long I tried to keep track of how many times I saw the light but the tiny slits at the top that served as windows weren't very useful.

After a day maybe two it could have even been three I'm not sure. They stopped the train and opened the door. We were ordered to get outside. The soldiers shouting commands at us. "Esther wake up" I whispered shaking my sister who had fallen asleep in my lap her head resting against my shoulder.

Her eyes fluttered open and she turned to look at me "Are we there?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"Yes sweetie" I say quietly trying to see where exactly "there" is. There was a line forming to get out of the cattle cart I stood and took Esther's hand pulling her to her feet.

The guards outside were shouting commands but I couldn't hear the only thing I caught was "Auschwitz" oh God no please not the infamous concentration camp? Why us why Esther she was 12 there was nothing in her twelve short years she could have done to deserve this!

As I stepped out of the cart I was surprised to see that it was light out. They were ripping people apart from each other-separating them. "Men to the left women to the right" on shouted. Relief swept through they wouldn't take Esther away yet. We walked to where the other women were. Then we came to a man "How old" he asked pointing to Esther "Twelve" she said looking at the man clearly annoyed, I was so proud of her even in front of this awful man she had it in her to be defiant.

Then he pointed her in one direction and me the other. "No" I screamed "not my sister please please please!" I begged. But another solider had appeared and tried to yank her away from me. I kept begging him not to take her but he pulled harder still and put a gun to my head "Let go of her now" "Unless someone threatens your life" my mothers last words to me rang through my head but what about her life what about Esther!?

Another solider came up and hit me over the head with the butt of his gun it wasn't hard but it was enough that I lost my grip on Esther and they were able to take her. I crumbled to the ground sobbing.

They took her they just grabbed her and took her from me. My baby sister probably the only family I had left. I would have just stayed there but the man who had hit me spit at me and barked "Get up Jew" I glared at him and pushed myself to my feet. He shoved me

into the line of the older and healthier looking girls.

We stood in line for what felt like ever. We were walking towards a crudely built building they were taking woman in in large groups and I heard the sound of an electrical razor. They were going to shave of my hair I realized.

Despite all the worse things that had happened that made me sad. I loved my hair I really did it was halfway down my back and a pretty dark brown color. I looked at the people in front of me there were only about a hundred or so- about ten groups left till it was my turn I guessed.

I touched my hair in apprehension. There was a Nazi walking towards us he was(and though I cursed myself for thinking it) handsome bronze colored hair and a nice smile. He said to something to one of the guards surrounding the. The guard nodded and laughed. I looked again and another group entered.

The man was walking down the line looking intensely at the women in line. Another group. The man was only a few people away from me. Another group was ushered (or more appropriately -shoved) into the building. Then the man came to me. He looked at me and I unwillingly looked back at him.

"Where are you from?"

" Well they arrested me in Holland but I was born in Germany before you came" I said nastily- I can be defiant too. I wasn't in the mood to have a conversation with a Nazi.

I had no family because of Nazis. The boy didn't seem at all insulted by my cruelty. "Do you want to work in Canada?" he asked. Wait did he just give me a choice?

"What's that?" I asked so curious I forgot to sound rude. But then another guard came up to us. The boy's face switched completely it turned hard and his voice aggressive.

"Come on Jew" he all but hissed at me and grabbed my arm. He was surprisingly strong and had no problem dragging me away. The other guard laughing behind us. "I'm sorry" he whispered.

"Oh save it" I hissed I was in no mood for fake apologies from a man that was a part of the group that murdered my whole family.

"What's your name" he asked releasing me a little so that I could walk easier.

"Yoshabel" I spat.

"Hmmm" he said "Do you go by Bella or-" I cut him off,

"My friends call me Bella you though can call me Yoshabel or 'filthy Jew' since Nazis seem to like to call us that."

"Yoshabell pretty name I'm Edward" he said ignoring the fact that I was being acidic to him.

"Pleasure" I spat.

"You know you could be a little grateful" he said politely.

"Why would I do that?" I asked tartly.

"Well I just got you a free ticket to the nicest part of the camp" he said matter-of-factly.

"Really?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah the nicest part that I've seen at least I mean no part of this place is truly nice but in comparison to the rest it's heaven."

"Oh" I whispered embarrassed.

"Aww come on Yosha smile" Edward said grinning.

"What did you call me?" I whispered feeling the emotion about to spill over my eyelids

"Yosha" he repeated "Why?"

"That's what my father called me that's all and I don't particularly feel like smiling at the moment thank you". He sighed sounding defeated. We walked in silence for the rest of the way to "Canada".

I was happy for the silence it gave me time to gather my thoughts on the events of the last forty-eight or so hours my mother and sister stolen just like that. It –it wasn't fair. Why did some people get to live in such nice homes with perfect families that don't have to worry about being deported or whatever else? And here we are in this hell of what used to be Europe? It just was so unbelievably unfair!

Edward pulled me out of my inner battle. "Yoshabell I would like to welcome you to Canada". He says .

It looks a little like a junk yard but if it keeps me safe I really don't care. There are a lot of girls running around-sorting things I realized into piles.

"This is where everything confiscated goes" Edward explained "It's your job to sort it into piles. You'll be assigned to a specific thing- like clothes, or shoes, or something of that nature" he said looking at me as though he wasn't sure I was understanding what he was saying. I nodded looking determinedly in the other direction. He smiled softly.

"You'll need to meet your overseer as well." he said. "Her name is Rosalie" what was he trying to be personable or something? Did he honestly think I cared about the name of his Nazi buddy? I wasn't doing voodoo anytime soon so I didn't see why I would need to know her name. After all I doubted that they wanted us to be on a first name basis with them. I just kept looking anywhere but at him. I think he smiled but I'm not sure since I could only see his face in the corner of my eye.

"Ummm your barracks are this way" he said, I unfortunately had to look at him to see the way he was pointing. I nodded and numbly followed. The barracks were dull and boring. Nothing special, marked with misery just like the rest if this place. Though I decided I could indefinitely live through it. I could live through this- we all could we were the persecuted race after all and we had lived through this before. I could live through this if I had the will. That's what the problem was though. I had no desire to live anymore. My mother and father had been stolen from me and my sister ripped from my hands. What point was there to live? I wondered. But my mother's word's echoed back to my mind

"We've been persecuted for years but we've never given up and neither will you do you understand me?"

"Yes mama" I whispered, just as I had to her not two days ago. Two days? How did my life get so messed up in two days? I shook my head violently which seemed to alarm the Nazi.

Epov

Yoshabell. I liked that name it was pretty, different. And the fact that she was called Bella I couldn't help but think that it made sense. She was gorgeous even when her face was wrinkled up in distaste. She was firey and determined too. I had seen them take her sister away seen the fight she had put up. She was so protective clearly loving towards her sister.

She was some sort of miracle I decided. She however thought of me as nothing more than a murdere I'm sure, and who can blame her? If you think about it that's what I am. No I've never actually killed anyone but I've contributed to massacre on disgusting levels.

"Yes Mama" she whispered. I looked at her, and see something new in the face I had thought was so strong, so tough- even though I've only known her less than ten minutes. I saw fear and sorrow in her eyes. But then she saw me looking at her looking shocked and her calm defiant mask fell back into place.

"So are you going to steal my clothes and beat me now or what?" she asked coolly . And I struggled to hold back a smile.

"I'll see what I can do" I say then turn to leave the barracks in search of Rose. I turn back for a second and see the defiant little Yosha obviously trying to look anywhere but at me.

So last time I asked you if you though Jasper should be another Nazi or a prisoner ( perhaps a prisoner of war). Thank you to everyone who responded it's close right now and as you can see Jasper has yet to make his entrance so anyone else who would like to voice their opinions please do so I love hearing your opinions on it( it kinda makes me feel like a real writer J). So in other news I really hope you enjoyed the chapter and would love to hear what you thought thanks for reading! Love- wild-lili