1943 - Jacob

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We could never have imagined that the new authorities would react so strong to our fairly innocent, boyish pranks. I used to join Embry and Quil when they came up with a new plan to annoy the Germans, to show them that we didn't want them here.

There used to be a portrait of the Queen hanging on a central spot in the town hall. When the Germans arrived, it got replaced by the portrait of the new N.S.B. leader. We broke in at night, and dumped his ugly face in the well on the central square.

When it was the Queen's birthday, we raised our national flag.

When the N.S.B. leader tried to hold his propaganda speech, we climbed the clock-tower, blocked the entrance, and chimed the bells so loudly that nobody understood a word of what he was saying.

When he tried to hold a parade afterwards, we jumped his car and accused him of his betrayal to humanity.

But, when his N.S.B. guards used bats to get us off and never stopped hitting us until we were flat on the ground, we understood that we couldn't get them to leave just by annoying the hell out of them. That was how we found ourselves here. Wanting to free our country, we started helping those in need.

That was how I found myself here, leaving the cafe, an American pilot trailing behind me.

"Do you need any support?" I asked him when we were outside of the café.

He looked at me strangely, shaking his head that he didn't understand.

"You." I pointed at him.

"Do you need any support?" I pointed at his leg, and then held my arm out. He seemed to understand and shook his head with a polite smile.

The streets were almost dark, and we had to move quickly. If we got caught, we were toast.

"Oh schöne Plegerin, kannst du mir untersuchen? Ich habe Schmetterlings in mein Bauch und mein Herz hat Flügel." We heard a drunken voice echo across the street.

Shit. Just my luck.

I ushered the pilot into one of the side alleys before the man in the street could spot us. I motioned for him to be quiet and carefully peered around the corner. I recognized another figure on the street walking into our direction. It was Rosalie. I recognized her blonde hair, and her work clothes. She was walking fast, not glancing behind her even though the heavy footsteps of leather boots were catching up with her.

"Hey!" The German man callled.

Rosalie ignored him.

Rosalie was so close now and he was catching up with her. Neither of them had noticed us, but one sound was all it would take. I pushed the pilot further into the alley, the shadows swallowing us whole.

"Schlampe." The German said and he grabbed Rosalie roughly by her shoulder and pushed her into our alley, making use of the same shadows that prevented us from being seen. It was König. I recognized him up close and he was drunk as fuck.

This was so not good. They were just a small 20, maybe 25 feet away from us.

A small cry of shock escaped Rose when he pushed her with force against the wall. He kept her there, one hand still gripping her shoulder, the other beside her head, his hips pressing against hers.

Edward seemed to understand what was going on and made a move to help her. But we couldn't. We really, really couldn't. I grabbed his arm and shook my head wildly. His muscled tensed under my grip and his jaw clenched, but he made no move to continue.

"Wenn ich Französisch gewesen war, had du mich wohl verstanden." König continued. The hand against the wall had moved and was now pushing Rose's chin up so her throat was exposed. König dived in and licked her skin up to her jaw. It was disgusting to watch.

Rosalie cried out and tried to push him off of her.

"Mund dicht!" He sneered and clamped a hand over her mouth.

"There's no one here to save you. That fiancé of yours is six feet under the ground. If he isn't yet, he will be soon. They've created an excellent protocol to deal with traitors like him."

Rosalie started crying. Really crying. I have never ever seen her other than composed.

"It would be a shame if no one got to enjoy these," König said as his nose skimmed across her skin down to the opening of her blouse, his hands moving to cup her breast.

"Don't." I heard Rose whisper.

"But I will." He replied in a voice that only lovers use.

"Please don't. Please." Rosalie's eyes shut, her head to the side in an attempt to move away.

"Herr König!" A voice thundered through the alley.

Confused he lifted his head. When he spotted the new figure he stumbled backwards.

"That is no way to treat a lady. Remove yourself."

"I'm sorry sir, I, I…" König tried to save his ass with drunken babbling.

Making use of her freedom, Rosalie darted out of the alley, and ran away.

"Go home, Herr König. Don't show this behavior again."

König stumbled out of the alley and soon after the night was quiet again. I exhaled a deep breath. It was so close.

"Fuck." I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw Edward still shaky from what just happened.

"I know." I whispered to him. "Come on, we need to get going."

It took us a 10 minute walk to reach the shed where I had hidden our vehicles.

"What the hell?" Edward whispered when he saw the bicycles.

"Its a…" How did you call it again. "It's a bicycle."

"I know." Edward answered, still looking incredulous. "You're expecting me to ride it?"

"You have ridden a bike before, right?" I asked.

"Uh yes. Last time was what…thirteen years ago? When I was about seven years old." Edward laughed breathlessly.

Man, we were toast.

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N.S.B. – National-Socialist Movement (sorta reveals where this takes place ;)

Oh schöne Plegerin – Oh, beautiful nurse.

kannst du mir untersuchen? – Can you examine me?

Ich habe Schmetterlings in mein Bauch – I have butterflies in my stomach.

Und mein Herz hat Flugel – And my heart has wings.

Schlampe – Bitch (something along those lines)

Wenn ich Französisch gewesen war – If i were French

Had du mich wohl verstanden – you would have understood me.

Mund dicht – Shut your mouth/ shut up.