Sorry for the delay here's the next chapter! I don't own Twilight please point out any historical errors and enjoy!

Apov

"Emmett will you please hurry up" I called over my shoulder. I was smaller and lighter than him usually that worked to his advantage but today it meant I could run much faster. Why were we running you ask? If you were us you would understand.

Call up- two simple words we had heard a million times but never had it had anything to do with us. But now it might have something to do with our friend Bella. They had loaded another group onto the cattle cars today. And we hadn't seen Bella all day, she usually came to our house for lunch and then we'd study a bit, but she hadn't shown up today. We knew something was wrong.

We were on Bella's block now and it didn't look pleasant. There were things scattered across the street as if things had been dropped as people had ran by. Many of the windows were dark. The ones with stars. I ran faster my feet hitting the pavement rhythmically. I heard Emmett's heavy steps behind me then we were in front of it.

She was gone that much was easy to tell. The door was still open. I walked up the front steps panting from the sprint. I went slowly inside. From the looks of it the place had already been ransacked. What ever happened to our nice trusting town? Oh that's right the Nazi's happened. Emmett was still on the front steps looking numbly at the door way.

"She's gone" I confirmed in a whisper what we both knew but refused to believe. Emmett crossed the threshold to me and hugged me tightly in the doorway. I hugged my twin back, it was all I could do. What would you do if you were almost positive your best friend was dead? And if not dead facing much worse.

Bpov

The girl the Nazi (yes I realize his name is Edwards but I am going to call him the Nazi because it makes me feel slightly better) took me to was the poster child for the Aryan race- or at least she could have been. She was blond with blue eyes, tall and a perfect figure, it made me feel a little sick to be honest.

"Rose" he said as we walked in the room which I could only guess was the Nazi housing.

"Edward what can I do for you?" she asked.

"Bella needs some clothes." he said turning to me.

"Yoshabell" I hissed at him.

"Yosha" he cautioned teasingly and that stung so bad I had to take several deep breaths so I didn't try to strangle him.

"Right right" Aryan Poster Child said ignoring our whole exchange, looking in a pile of clothes. "Here try these" she said handing me a black skirt and a white shirt both rough cotton. Far nicer than I ever expected.

"Thank you" I said stiffly. She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes for a moment with a look that could almost be confused with sympathy crossed her face.

"After you you're dressed I'll show you where you'll be working" she finally said quietly. I almost felt bad for being rude to her then remembered who she was and all guiltiness melted away.

The two of them slipped out of the room and I assumed that meant I was supposed to change. I shucked my old and now completely filthy clothes and pulled on the new ones (well new for me it was of course possible that the old owner had changed clothes or died - though the latter seemed more likely). As I buttoned up the shirt I couldn't help but wonder where Esther was. Was she in a children's camp? That seemed possible. Or was she - no I couldn't think of that it hurt too much. I had to keep believing she was alive. Not even Nazis could kill a sweet child like Esther, no no that's not true Nazis could kill anyone I bitterly reminded myself.

I gathered up my old clothes and left the room. Out in the hallway Aryan Poster Child and The Nazi stood talking, they stopped though when I closed the door behind me.

"Ah well they seem to fit just fine, I'll show you where you'll be working. Would you like to accompany us Edward?" she asked, turning to him. He smiled and nodded. They led me out of the building and walked me across the area enclosed from the rest of the camp. I felt my jaw drop as I saw what we approached. mountains of everything you could imagine stood before me.

"Sephora!" Aryan Poster Child called. A petrified looking girl with dark think curls looked up from a pile of suit cases. She nodded and scurried over to us looking terrified. "This is Sephora" Aryan Poster Child said pointing to the girl. "This is Yoshabell" she told Sephora gently-as though not to frighten her.

Sephora nodded and smiled at me. "Blessed name" she said smiling something that lit up her whole face.

"As is yours" I said grinning back- something I thought I'd never do again. She still looked terrified as she looked back at Aryan Poster Child as if expecting orders.

" Yosabell here is a new arrival and I am going to be assigning her to women's clothing with you. You'll help her get her bearings and learn how things are done, does that sound alright?" Aryan Poster Child asked kindly and Sephora nodded looking scarred stiff. "Well then that should be all we'll leave you to it." Ros- Aryan Poster Child ( she seemed so nice it was hard to think mean thoughts about her but I kept repeating "she's a Nazi" in my mind and that helped a great deal) said turning to leave then pulling The Nazi with her.

Sephora led me timid as ever to one of the piles. "We're to gather all the women's clothing from the suitcases and put it in this pile" she said pointing first to a mountain of suitcases then a summit of clothes. "And sometimes we're expected to help pack them up to help Germany in the war effort" I was about to say that was the last thing in this already hellish situation I wanted to do but quickly realized I shouldn't take my anger at the situation out on this kind ,terrified girl so instead I just nodded and went to work beside her.

After a long while she whispered " I hope you don't mind me saying this but did you notice the way that solider was looking at you?"

Solider? I wondered then realized who she must mean- The Nazi. I turned to her with what I hoped was a look of disgust. I looked to where he was standing watching the women work a few hundred yards away. He caught me staring and a grin broke out across his face and he touched the brim of his hat in some sort of solute to me.

I turned away shuddering Sephora's words echoing in my mind "The way that solider was looking at you" I glanced at him again- he was still watching. I turned back to my work once again. I would rather die than see him look at me like that- he was a Nazi a killer I hated him I had to. Luckily for me death was a easily attainable thing here.

Epov

She hated me. That much was clear. I didn't know what to do about it either. How could I hope to change her mind. But then again she didn't deserve to have her mind changed nor did I deserve her affection. I was a monster and she was one that I was designed to kill. It could never work. It was just impossible.

She turned and looked at me, I did my best to be polite and tipped my hat to her. I saw the look of disgust on her face before she turned away though and it sliced me. Another guard who I guessed had been watching the scene unfold came up to me.

"You're fighting a lost battle." he said coming to stand next to me. " It'd never work and you know it."

"Yeah I know it, but what's the harm in wishing?" I whispered back. He just shook his head.

"There are plenty of pretty German girls out there, heck there's pretty girls that aren't German, do you know how many girls there must be that aren't Jews, Poles, Gypsies-" I gave him a look and he stopped. "You see my point -there are plenty of girls out there no need to go after the one you can't get" he said walking away. But he was wrong. This girl was special I just knew it.

Then she glanced at me again and as the same disgust filled her eyes as before a feeling of hopelessness filled my chest. "The one you can't get" the other soldier's words echoing in my mind.

Apov

We walked numbly back to our house several blocks from Bella's. Emmett kept a strong arm around my shoulders. I felt a tad better because he was here- mostly because I knew that if I suffered from a delayed reaction of shock and passed out I knew he'd be there to catch me and then carry me home. Ok and also because he was my brother and possibly my favorite person( besides (wince) Bella) and I just felt safe with him there.

I also noticed that the way his arm draped over me so that it covered my star up. When we were younger and we didn't understand as well( and were feeling rebellious), we once took the star off when we were outside. But then my mother saw us from an upstairs window of the house when we were walking down our street, and she ran outside ashen faced and with terror-filled eyes. She pulled us urgently into the house demanded that we show her the stars. She tsked at us for having torn the stitching then as she was re-sewing them on with shaking hands scolded us for doing something so foolish and dangerous.

"You should have known better for God sakes! You're not children anymore, you're teenagers but still you're my babies and they want to take you from me as it is- don't give them another reason."

We kept the stars on after that but we still always did things like this- to be rebellious without the threat of being punished- what could they do forbid my brother to touch me? Well actually now that I think about it they probably could but that's not the point!

Emmett looked down at me as we walked home. The first block - like Bella's was for the most part abandoned then the next block down it became inhabited again- we both knew what that meant. They were emptying us out street by street, and they were heading towards us. We lived eight more blocks down- ten blocks from Bella. They were emptying at two blocks a day. I did the math in my head and the result scarred me- if they kept at this rate in four days we might be with Bella again.

Jpov

I walked through the battle field, looking for any of my men that were alive. Someone- anyone. We were somewhere in Europe that was all I knew. I had lost track of countries awhile ago. The smoke was clearing- a little but it was still nearly impossible to see. Then I saw a few of the men in my squad, and then it settled into my stomach like a block of ice- Peter.

My friend from back home. He was on the ground splattered with his own blood. I stared at him in shock.

"Peter?" I asked in terror looking at his mangled body.

"Hey Whitlock" he said weakly a ghostly smile lighting his paling features.

"How you hanging in there?" I asked grabbing hold of his hand.

"So-so" he whispered back. I felt a hot tear sliding down the dirt, blood and grime that crusted over my face.

"We'll get help I promise Pete" I said feeling panicky- my best friend was dying in a pool of blood at my knees- I think you would feel panicky too ok!

"Jazz if I don't make it find Charlotte, tell her I'm, I'm sorry I didn't make it home for- for the w-wedding" he said tripping over his words. "Tell Char that I love her, promise me ok? Promise me that if I don't live you'll live l-long en-en-enough to tell her g-got it?" he asked his eyes fluttering closed.

"Pete don't talk like that" I said sharply "You're gonna make it we'll get help we-"

"Promise me!" Peter said urgently suddenly very aware and practically burning holes in my eyes with his. I looked at him and nodded.

"I promise Pete" I whispered. Looking around desperately for someone but it was smoky in the immediate area and going to search any farther would mean leaving Pete which wasn't an option.

"And find y-your-yourself a girl too ok?" he asked his eyes fluttering closed again.

"Yeah of course" I muttered sarcastically, but apparently when you're about to die you don't pick up on the subtle art of sarcasm because Pete smiled a loopy smile and seemed pretty convinced.

"Hmmk then m-maybe we can h-have a double w-wedding, you and y-your girl and m-me and Charlotte" then his eyelids closed completely and he went limp. I stared in shock at the dead body of Peter who had gone through everything with me back home in the South -school, girls, parents and we had enrolled together too after Pearl Harbor. Now my best friend the one who had always been there for me was dead.

Then I heard something coming through the smoke. And before I had time to react I was surrounded by soldiers- German Soldiers. They grabbed me one hit me over the head and I was too tired already my body emotionally and physically drained and I passed out not knowing where I was going or what would happen to me. All I knew was that what I was headed for was most likely a hell of a lot worse than even watching your best friend die.

Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter( I know it took long enough lol) as you can see Jazzy has made his appearance and he is a ……….Prisinor of War, thanks to everyone who gave me their thoughts and opinions and to everyone who wanted him to be a Nazi I'm sorry and I hope you will continue reading anyway. A few things 1. I'm not a history wiz and therefore I have no idea what battle Jazzy was in or where or even if USA soldiers got sent to Auschwitz. I'm sure a few did but I have no idea what time period or anything of that sort so I apologize if the situation Jazzy found himself in was unrealistic and historically inaccurate. 2. The women prisoners in Canada- there aren't too many pictures of then actually in the camp and in some they were wearing stripped clothes and in others the outfit Bella was given so since I saw a picture of many woman wearing Bella's outfit I went with that!

Ok enough of that I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to get another up soon but I have camp next week so if I don't get one out by Sunday it won't be out until next Friday (sorry sorry sorry). So I'll aim for Sunday but a warning- it might be on the short side! Ok well luv you all thanks for reading- wild-lili