Author's note from March 2019: When I first wrote this work in 2009, I had no idea how popular it would grow within the fandom. I was fourteen, admittedly naive, with a desire to educate people about the Holocaust through the eyes of my (then) favorite couple.

I'm twenty three now, and I will be the first to admit that I did not do it perfectly. Not even close. There are many content points that I wish I could change in this story. Warning: there are instances of rape, abuse, and death all throughout the story. I do not agree with how I wrote certain aspects of it back then. That being said, I am not ashamed, nor will I ever be ashamed for writing and educating people about the Holocaust. It is an important matter that still needs to be discussed. It was (and still is) never my intention to romanticize anything involving Jewish people or the atrocities they suffered at the hands of the Nazis.

This subject matter is supposed to make you, the reader, feel sad and uncomfortable. These things really did happen. By feeling these terrifying emotions, we ensure that this never happens again. To anyone.

When reading this story, please take it with a grain of salt and realize this was written ten years ago, from the eyes of a fourteen year old. Currently, I'm working on the novel version of Prinzessin. Many aspects will be changed to better reflect my views today. I promise that I've heard and listened to every bit of feedback received and have made distinct efforts to correct problematic scenes.

If you're an old fan rereading this, thank you for the continued support. If you're a new fan, I hope you're able to look at this with a critical eye and enjoy it for the fanfiction that it is.

If you'd like to follow my current writing and see what I'm up to, I go by a different pen-name now. You can find me on FF or AO3 as Waitingforaflame, or on Tumblr as youngjusticeslut. I mainly write Young Justice fanfiction now, but it's definitely worth a read. I'd love to hear from you!

As always, all my love, and enjoy the story!

I bolted up in my bed, a sheen of sweat covering my forehead. Loud noises from the outside startling me awake. I quickly got out of bed and stretched, my back festering from the hard, lumpy mattress I was forced to sleep on.

I got dressed quickly and warmly due to the due to the chilly October weather. My mother joined me outside a few moments after, clearly wanting to inspect the source of the noise too. There were numerous trucks, and soldiers exiting them and surrounding the small ghetto, making sure no one could escape. My stomach sunk, leaving a hollow pit as I huddled closer to my mother, who put an arm around me. Undeniably worried and scared of what the Germans would do to us now.

"Jews!" A big burly solider called out, making me stand up tall, showing no sign of weakness. "You are all being relocated." My heart sunk further, where to this time?

"We just got here!" A man called out.

"Where to now? This is the third time my children and I have had to relocate!" A woman in her early thirties called out. I recognized them as our neighbors in this ghetto; the woman was very kind, despite our predicament, her name was Leah. I helped her with her children along with some of the other children of the Ghetto. I was responsible for teaching the children English and Yiddish. She had four children; the oldest one, Eliana, was 17 and with a child, raped from a German soldier in the past year. Two sons followed after, 13 and 8. Yitzchak and Reuben. And last, and most definitely not least in my book, was little Rivkah. Rivkah was a sickly little child, a bit too small for her age of six, looking more like a big four-year-old. She was the quietest, sweetest little girl here, and followed me around like she was my shadow.

I looked up to their family and once catching eyes with Rivkah, she ran towards me through the sea of crowding people and I held her in my arms, stroking back her light brown curls and trying to be strong for her.

"Quiet filthy Jews! You will do what we tell you or we will shoot! Now you have ten minutes to gather your belongings before we ship you off to be relocated in your last location." His eyes were dark and hinting at something malicious but I didn't think much of it; all of these Germans were malevolent, cruel, and evil.

"No! I don't want to relocate. This is against our rights, we're people too you know!" I yelled causing a certain German to turn his head and gaze at me. He whispered something to another comrade of his before stepping towards me. I faltered, pushing little Rivkah behind me for her own safety. Before I knew it, he raised his hand and smacked me on both sides of my face. I cried out, trying to still be strong, but failing miserably.

"You, you're coming with me." He spoke, with a light German accent. His hair was shaved in a buzz cut, but the color was jet-black. His body was lean and muscular, and though short for a man of his stature, he still hovered over me by a couple of inches. My eyes widened as I pulled back in shock.

"No!" I was rewarded with a kick in the back from one of his comrades that had come up behind me. The kick had made me fall over, my dress becoming dirty from the cold dirt ground.

"You think you have a choice Jew? You're wrong. Now come with me this instant if you don't want to be killed on the spot." For emphasis, he took his gun out and pointed it to my forehead, causing worried whispers arise throughout the swarm of people. I could hear my mother start crying, and I fought as to not start crying as well.

"So what's your choice Jew? Stand up and come with me, or die right now?" I looked back at my weeping mother, being restrained by a German soldier, and little Rivkah, who went back to mother, but was looking at me with wide, terrified eyes. I gulped, seeing as I had no other choice. I would rather be taken by this man, be beaten, raped, and possibly left pregnant, than leave my mother alone. I almost spat at the man's shoes. Monster, a monster, that's what he was. I stood up slowly, ignoring the searing pain in my back, and refused to look at the man, but down on the ground instead. I didn't want to look at the man who would take my dignity away and supposedly rape me.

He grabbed my hand and led me to his truck, silent the whole time.

I stole one more glance at my mother; the soldier had released her, and she gave me one last reassuring others started heading to their small homes and began to pack. I held my locket securely, glad I hadn't left that or my picture behind. I learned from previous experiences to never leave my two precious items behind.

He roughly shoved me into the back of the truck which seemed like a wooden crate from where I was sitting. Another guard came and tied up my hands and feet, leaving my eyes open and wide. The part where the guards drove the truck was blocked out, leaving only me and that monster together.

"What's your name, Jew?" I turned my head, refusing to look at him or answer his question. I felt a sharp smack again, a bit harder than the first. I cried out again, biting my lip as to not start to cry. I bit it so hard, blood drew out.

"If you want to survive, I suggest you learn some respect, Hundin," he spat, using the German word for bitch. "Now, I will ask again, what is your name hundin?"

"Courtney." I said bitterly.

"That's not a Jewish name, from my experience. Explain yourself, Jew."

"My Jewish name is Channa, but only my father called me that...before he died." He softened for about a second before turning hard again.

"Look me in the eye Courtney, when I talk to you. If you don't learn respect, you won't survive here."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. Now look at me." I slowly raised my eyes to meet his, and that's when I really saw him. Bright aqua orbs, beautiful aqua, baby-blue orbs met mine. If it weren't for the cruelty behind them, and the fact that he was a German monster, I'd say he were one of the most handsome men I'd ever met.

"Very good. Now, here's what will happen. You will ride with me to your new settlement along with the other Jews. You will work, or you die. You won't be treated special anymore, unless I decide to keep you around. Is that understood Hundin?"

"Yes." I replied curtly, not saying any more than I felt necessary. He smiled cruelly yet proudly and began pacing the truck.

"You will say 'yes sir' to me from now on." I nodded my head, willing to do anything that would spare me any harm.

"Good, do you have anything to say for yourself, Jew?"

"WIll I be reunited with my mother? The other jews from the ghetto?" He smirked at me; but I kept my icy look on.

"Depends how good of a little die dirne you are." I nearly choked, but kept my trembling to myself as I tried to bring my legs closer to my chest.

"Do as I say, don't resist, and I might help you later on." I nodded shakily as he moved my legs down, untied my hands from the front of my chest, to behind my chest, so I couldn't do anything to stop him. He removed my long, brown cotton dress, leaving me in my lingerie and slip. I yearned to put my hands over my semi exposed chest, but I couldn't due to them being tied up. My trembling became heavier as he inched near me, running his hands up and down my legs, reaching higher and higher. He violated every territory I had put up.

Once he finished he backed away, with me shaking like a leaf. He untied my knots, giving me the privilege to get dressed again. Once I did, and he tied me up again. He just scanned me over again and again and again, it seemed like hours until he looked me in the eyes again.

"Such a shame. You're so pretty, especially your hair. Such a shame it all has to go." If my hand's hadn't been tied up, they would've immediately flown up to my long plait.

"What, what do you mean? Tell me now!" I choked out with what little voice I had left. He pulled the end of the plait teasingly and got up, heading for the front of the truck.

"Get some sleep, we have a long ride ahead of us." I gaped at him, but tried to get comfortable on the wooden wall.

"Remember, you aren't going to be treated special anymore."

"I know."

"Sweet resting, Prinzessin." He exited the compartment I was in and my mind whirled about the past event. Such a hypocrite...telling me I wouldn't be treated special, then calling me a Princess. Monster, filthy monster.